Consecration in Ice

Summary: A hapless couple get in trouble while trying to camp in the winter, and are saved by a not-so-good Samaritan.

This story includes nonconsensual/coerced sex, cuckolding (nonconsensual), coerced gay/bisexual sex, oral, creampie/breeding, elements of BDSM including chastity, and mild humiliation. If any of this offends or disgusts you, feel free to move on without reading.

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"We're definitely stuck."

It was an admission of defeat as much as it was a sheepish acknowledgment of the situation. Sam, after all, had ignored his wife's worries and insisted on continuing along the rough forest road (that was being generous -- it was hardly even a trail) well past what was reasonable. Now their rented Jeep was well and truly stuck, and no amount of four-wheel drive would get them out of the deep snowbank he'd driven them into.

Penny was very carefully not looking at her husband. This entire 'vacation' had been his idea from the start, and she had gone along with it both because she loved him and because she had been attempting to embrace his go-with-the-flow approach to the world. Winter camping was not her idea of a good time, but Sam had insisted he knew what he was doing, that he and his father had gone plenty of times when he was a kid. So, she'd trusted him, ignored the warning sirens going off in her head -- and now they were in the middle of nowhere, in the Montana Rockies, in the dead of winter. They'd gone out of cell coverage hours ago, and she was fairly certain that the equipment they'd brought wasn't designed for an hours-long trek through hip-deep snow.

All of that together meant that for Sam's well-being, it was much better for her to stare out the window and count to ten... Or fifty.

To his credit, Sam could read the room (or the Jeep). Instead of making another wise crack, he turned the engine off and considered their situation. "The good news is that we kind of plowed the road as we drove on it, so I don't think it'll be nearly as bad to hike through. You can stay here, and I'll head down until I have cell service to call for help."

That drew Penny's attention back from the window. "I'm not going to stay here. If one of us goes, we both go. But I don't think either of us should go. Didn't you read the weather report this morning? It's supposed to snow again tonight, and I don't think we should be out hiking in that." City girl though she might be, Penny had more than enough common sense to make up for her husband's lack. There wasn't much she remembered from her Girl Scouts days aside from hawking cookies, but she was fairly certain that the biggest rule for surviving was to stay put and wait for help, instead of trekking out into the harsh winter wilderness.

It wasn't the first time Sam had gotten them into trouble; he was the adventurous type, always on the move. The Californian couple had taken plenty of trips to camp, hike, climb, and more. In spite of them both being only in their late twenties, both had fairly lucrative careers as software developers, and the money and freedom to work remotely meant they had the means to do almost anything they desired. It also meant that Sam had plenty of time to pursue his hobbies of running and rock climbing, and Penny her cycling and horseback riding, keeping them both fit. Sam, for his part, was pale in spite of the time he spent outside; Penny took a tan better, but was still fairly pale thanks to a fear of aging and copious amounts of sunscreen. Sam's classic boy-next-door blond hair and blue eyes complimented his often boyish charms, where Penny's black hair (usually in a tight bun) and hazel eyes made her often-severe attitude seem that much more uptight.

"If it's supposed to snow, we better get moving then!" Sam couldn't help his impish grin, and Penny just rolled her eyes as her husband fought the snowbank to open his door. He succeeded and headed to the back of the Jeep to start gathering supplies while she allowed herself another few moments to stew. It was easier to stay annoyed at Sam than acknowledge the anxiety swirling in her stomach. He could joke all he wanted, but this seemed like a bigger deal -- a more dangerous deal -- than he remotely seemed to recognize. The only thing she could do was trust him though, and focus on getting them both out of this mess. They loaded up on the necessary supplies, locked the Jeep, and started back down the trail -- and hopefully towards rescue.

They were about an hour into their hike when the first fat flakes began to fall.

Penny's toes were already numb, and Sam wasn't faring much better. At least they both had heavy coats, thick scarfs, and warm hats -- but this was quickly working against them as they began to sweat under their layers. Neither was a good enough winter survivalist to know the tricks to survival, and it was with great dismay they realized that their water bottles had begun to freeze, leaving them with little (very cold) water to drink.

"Sam, I think we should go back to the Jeep. The snow's getting worse, and I'm really cold." Scared was the word that Penny didn't want to add; the situation was dangerous, and her getting freaked out about it wasn't going to help matters. Sam had opened his mouth to reply when suddenly he froze, head tilting as he listened to something Penny hadn't noticed.

"Do you hear that? It almost sounds like an engine." Confusion quickly turned into excitement, especially as the noise of the engine got louder. Penny and Sam both began to yell, looking around for the source of it -- and both were thrilled when the snowmobile drove straight up the trail they'd been walking down.

It was difficult to tell anything about the driver, bundled up like they were, but it could've been Sasquatch on the machine and Sam and Penny would've still been relieved. Once the driver was close-by them, they shut off the engine and pushed their goggles up. It was a man, that much they could see, with tanned skin and brown eyes so dark they were almost black. That swirling anxious feeling came again to Penny's stomach, and she couldn't begin to say why -- like before, she shoved the feeling away, focused on the relief of being saved.

"The hell're you folks doing way out here?" The stranger's voice was rough, and contempt dripped off of every word. It did nothing to help the unease Penny felt, but Sam was not to be deterred. "Our Jeep got stuck a mile or two up the road, and we're hiking down to call someone for help. Could you give us a lift back to where there's cell coverage?"

Any hopes were immediately dashed when the stranger shook his head. "No way. We're supposed to get dumped on, and I'm not about to be caught in a blizzard in the middle of the woods." That took the wind out of Sam's sails, but the stranger continued, "But my cabin's not too far away. You could stay the night, and I can give you a lift once the storm passes." Penny's first instinct was to decline -- to risk the elements instead of this man who she found so off-putting for some subconscious reason. Sam was already nodding though, grabbing her hand and dragging her forward towards the snowmobile.

"Thank you so much, we really appreciate it. I'm Sam, and this is my wife Penny. You're a life-saver!" Sam's gushing gratitude didn't give Penny a chance to get a word in edge-wise, and before she could even attempt to avoid it, Sam had urged her to sit right behind the stranger. With Sam at her back, she was sandwiched between the two men, a forced intimacy that did little to put her at ease. "Griff. Hold on tight." His introduction was as contemptuous as anything else he'd said, but there wasn't any chance to respond. Griff started the engine and shot up the trail, leaving Penny and Sam no option but to do as instructed and hold onto him tightly.

Less than half a mile up the trail they passed the embedded Jeep, and though deafened by the whine of the engine, Penny was almost certain she could feel Griff's annoyed sigh at the sight of it -- or perhaps yet more evidence of their (Sam's) incompetence, since they'd clearly not gone nearly as far as they'd thought on their little impromptu hike.

It wasn't easy to tell how long the ride lasted, but twilight had started to fall, and the snow was coming down thickly by the time they reached Griff's cabin. It was tucked among tall pine trees, protected from the worst of the elements, and Penny could've cried with happiness to see smoke drifting up from the chimney. Griff ordered the couple off and into the warmth of the cabin while he put away the snowmobile, and neither of them were keen to argue with him.

Inside it was cozy, a one-room affair with a loft and a small kitchenette. Penny and Sam shed their wet, cold clothes by the door, and were quick to huddle in front of the fireplace. "Look at the bright side," Sam offered through chattering teeth, grinning in spite of his sopping thermals and wind-chapped lips, "This is way better than camping in a tent, right?" Penny couldn't even summon the energy to glare; instead, she just shook her head and continued to focus on warming her freezing fingers and toes.

"Goddamn it--" Griff's angry cuss was bitten off as he came through the door just to nearly trip over the abandoned cold-weather gear. "You ain't never heard of cleaning up after yourselves?" More contempt, and more unease roiled through Penny's stomach. "Sorry, man, we were just trying to warm up a little bit. Let me take care of it." Sam's apology and offer to help were waved off with a curt gesture. "I'll do it. You two strip all the way down and dry off. Towel's're in the bathroom. Leave your skivvies in there." It was said with the same contempt as everything else Griff had said, and it did nothing to put Penny at ease.

"We're fine like this, thank you." Her ice queen routine was a bit spoiled with how her hands and voice shook. It was apparently the wrong thing to say -- Griff threw down the clothes he'd been gathering and stomped over to the couple. That, at least, finally triggered some protective instinct in Sam; he stood to put himself between the stranger and his wife, but it was a very futile effort. Aside from how the younger man was nearly convulsing with shakes, he was easily six inches shorter than the other man. Without his protective gear, Griff was revealed to be a forty-something man with weathered skin, short-cropped blond-gray hair that revealed twisting scars along the right side of his head, a day or two's worth of scruff, and a build that could only be described as resembling a brick shithouse.

Sam kept himself fit, but his was a runner's build, or a climber's - these were his main hobbies, after all. Even if he'd been in any condition to stand up to the other man, it was clear that he was outclassed in virtually every metric. That didn't stop him from trying, just as it didn't stop Griff from clearly mentally shrugging and doing what he wanted anyway. Since Sam was between him and Penny, the woodsman instead just started with the husband instead. "Your clothes are soaked and it'll keep you cold," he lectured, knocking Sam's hands aside to strip him like he was a fussy toddler instead of a grown man. His thermals were dragged off with little ceremony or fight, and Sam was left awkwardly covering himself and shivering as Griff immediately moved on to Penny.

She was not about to be treated like her husband had been; she held up a hand, shaking her head. "I'll change in the bathroom," she informed him, hating that they were in this position -- and hating Sam a little bit for it. With all the grace one could have while shivering and chattering and stumbling forward on numb toes, she headed for the small bathroom, Sam shuffling behind her still trying to keep himself covered.

"I can't believe that asshole!" Penny hissed to her husband as soon as the door was shut behind them, leaving them to a small amount of privacy. The bathroom was tiny, with barely enough space for the sink, toilet, and shower, let alone the two of them, but at least it was out of sight from Griff. Penny began fighting to get out of her soaked clothes while Sam looked for the towels.

"He's trying to help, hon," Sam started, trying to mollify his wife's anger as he wrapped a laughably small towel around his waist. "Let's just focus on warming up, and I'm sure you'll feel better then. And once we're back in civilization tomorrow, I'll make it up to you for causing this whole mess." His wandering, absolutely freezing hands made it clear what he'd be doing to 'make up for it', and Penny was quick to slap them away. Not just because they were freezing, but because she was painfully aware of Griff just outside, probably able to hear every word they said.

"You'll be making it up to me for a very long time," she reassured her husband, ignoring the tiny towel he offered to look for a larger one. "Those are really the only ones?" Her dismay didn't change the facts though, and she refused to leave the bathroom until Sam returned with a blanket to wrap around her as well. The towels were barely big enough to wrap around her waist and bust, and she couldn't help but glare at Griff's back as she plopped herself back down in front of the fire, blanket pulled tightly around her basically-nude body.

Really, aside from being kind of an asshole, he hadn't done anything wrong. It was Sam that she should be upset with (oh, and she was). But the unease hadn't, well, eased. Even later, after a canned stew dinner, she found herself making little snips at Griff, antagonizing him for no reason and reveling in seeing the frustration building behind those dark eyes.

All the while, snow continued to fall outside.

There wasn't much reason to stay up late; Griff retired to his loft bed early, and there wasn't anything else to keep the married couple occupied. Blankets and pillows served as a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace, and Penny did her best to fall asleep in spite of the worries that had plagued her since they'd set off on this asinine journey. They'd barely been laying there five minutes before Sam's wandering hands rubbed across her stomach and lifted to cup a breast. "If we're quiet--" he started, rubbing his obvious hard-on against her thigh, only for Penny to immediately cut him off. "Fuck that, I'm not giving that creep a free show." It wasn't said as quietly as she thought, clearly, because Sam quickly shushed her, but at least he got the message and rolled to his other side -- clearly put out, but Penny couldn't summon any concern about it.

A few more hours, and hopefully this whole nightmare could be put behind them. That was her final thought before she was able to drift off into fitful sleep. It was a hope that was dashed almost immediately upon being awoken by an unpleasant blast of freezing air. Confusion reigned for a moment before she remembered the previous day's events -- and then she shrieked and scrambled to cover herself as she realized that the towel and blanket had both moved in the night, leaving her sprawled naked in front of the smoldering fire.

The noise and cold woke Sam up, who was in a similar disorganized nude state, and they both scrambled to cover themselves while Griff shut the front door again and stomped over with a sour expression on his face. He apparently wasn't bothered by their nudity, or at least didn't show it if he was. Instead, he glared down at them and announced, "We're snowed in."

It didn't process for a moment; and then Penny bit back a swear while Sam frowned in thought. "You're sure? I didn't think it was supposed to snow that much." This was evidently the wrong thing to say; Griff hauled Sam up by the arm and dragged him back to the front door. He ignored Sam's squawked complaint or the fact that he'd lost the blanket and was naked again, and instead just opened the door to let another blast of cold air and snow in. There was a bank covering nearly the entire door, and what little that could be seen beyond was a white blanket several feet deep, with even more snow still coming down heavily.

Confident that he'd proven his point, Griff shut the door again. Only then did he glance down and snort out a laugh. "'Least that took care of something," he snarked -- clearly meaning Sam's morning wood that had withered in the face of a Montana winter. A blush burned on Sam's fair skin, and he shrugged and tried to laugh it off. "So, uh, how long do you think we'll be snowed in for?" As casually as the younger man could he shuffled back to the fireplace and his dropped blanket -- also conveniently putting space between himself and Griff.

The mountain man shrugged, meandering over to the kitchen. "Might be a few days, might be a week. Might be a month. Hard to tell until the snow stops. You folks picked one hell of a bad week to go off-roading." Acerbic derision dripped like acid from his words. Penny, past her sleepy confusion and horror at watching her husband man-handled so casually, couldn't help her snapped reply. "Thank you for that helpful revelation. But isn't the point of a snowmobile to drive on top of the snow?" Griff glared back, visibly took a deep breath, and shrugged. "Like I said last night -- I'm not driving around in a blizzard and getting myself killed." Then, pointedly, he turned his back towards her and focused on making his breakfast.

The rest of the day passed similarly: Griff and Penny making caustic remarks at each other, with the occasional uncomfortable attention drawn to the couples' nudity, while Sam did his best to keep the peace between them all. The good news, at least, was that Griff had plenty of supplies to last them through the storm. By early afternoon, Penny and Sam's thermals had dried enough to wear again, and that was also a relief. But by the time they were ready to bunk down, it was clear that it wasn't the supplies that were the limiting factor -- instead, it seemed like Penny or Griff would throttle the other before the storm broke or the supplies ran out.

As frustrated as she was, Penny's first instinct when she felt Sam's wandering hands was to rebuff him again. But any veneer of politeness had long worn off, and there was a certain petty joy to imagine Griff's discomfort or frustration at hearing them. Admittedly, it seemed unlikely that he'd be uncomfortable; his 'jokes' all day had been at Sam and Penny's expense, drawing attention to their nudity. So, fine; if he was going to be a pervert, Penny would show him just what he was missing out on.

It didn't help that she and Sam both had high libidos, and it had been a few days since they'd had sex. Not only had they been busy packing and traveling, but they had been trying for a baby for a few months now. What had started casually had quickly become a far more regimented affair, and Penny had insisted that Sam didn't masturbate anymore, and that they refrained from having as much sex just before her fertile period. It hadn't resulted in a pregnancy yet, and it meant they were both pent up and horny leading up to her ovulation -- which happened to be about now, as well.

So instead of chiding Sam, or even being subtle about it, Penny sat back up and stripped off her thermals, straddling her husband with a smirk. Sam was surprised by this sudden audacity, shooting a nervous look up towards where Griff slept in the loft, but Penny grabbed his chin and dragged his attention back to her. "Put a baby in me, stud," she purred -- quietly enough that she could argue that she was whispering, but loudly enough that she was certain Griff could hear. Now Sam looked almost mortified -- but she could feel how hard he was, and smirked.

Her husband shoved his pants down, freeing his erection, and Penny was quick to guide it to her already-dripping slit. She was already hornier than normal due to ovulation, but the thrill of knowing that Griff was hearing this, knowing that it was some small way to get back at that smug asshole, turned her on even more. At first, she still made a small effort to stay quiet, especially with Sam hushing her so often, but soon enough she was riding him roughly. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud enough, but Penny also was groaning every time she bounced on her husband's cock. It had always fit into her just perfectly, six inches and just thick enough to stretch without being a challenge. Now it already had her on the verge of cumming just from riding it, and she rolled her hips with even more abandon as she chased the orgasm.