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Chapter 9 – I is for Ice.


A wicked grin slowly spread across Scott Summer’s face. He had just read the pairing and kink for the letter I. He had been paired with the young man from the double penetration scene that he’d read the day before. He had to admit that just reading the scenes had been so incredibly arousing, that he could almost imagine how hot they’d been to participate in. Reading his own experience with the vampire had been strange; it brought it all back but felt like it had happened to someone else. It had felt incredible but reading about it… he shivered and his cock started to harden just at the thought. He’d felt a lot more relaxed for a few days after that event, and he wondered if domming would have the same effect on him?

The kink was ice, and immediately his devious mind had turned to his good friend Bobby Drake, his own personal ice-making machine. He grinned as he replied to the email that he would be ready in about an hour and would have his own equipment. Cyke had a plan and he was going to go and put it into action.

He found the man in question sitting in the kitchen, eating cereal and drinking chocolate milk. His good mood must have been written all over his face because his friend looked up at him and a worried look flittered across his boyish face.

“What is it? Are you scheduling extra danger room sessions?” Bobby tried to work out what had put Scott in a good mood.

The brunette chuckled, “Nope, not even close.” He pulled out a chair and sat down next to the confused guy. “I need you to do something for me. But you have to be discreet and keep it a secret. In return, I’ll make sure all your training sessions for the next month are in the afternoon and you get a free day this week. Break the secrecy though and there’ll be 6am sessions for the rest of your life.”

Bobby raised an eyebrow. He had to admit to being intrigued, his team leader certainly knew him well enough that he knew he could be bribed with being allowed to sleep in late. He nodded. “Ok, I know you wouldn’t get me to do anything illegal.”

That wicked grin grew again and Bobby had to suppress a shudder.

“I need you to make some things out of ice for me.” He slipped the list he’d quickly scribbled in front of Bobby and waited, watching as the blue eyes grew wide with wonder and a hint of arousal.

“W…what do you need them for?” Bobby’s voice was almost a squeak.

“Not something you need to worry about. Will you do it?”

“A month of afternoon training and 2 free days for two weeks.” The iceman bargained. “And it will be totally our secret.”

Scott seemed to contemplate it then gave a curt nod, “Deal.” He held out his hand to shake on it. “How long will it take?”

“Shouldn’t take too long. You have something to put them in to keep them from melting too quick?” He looked over the list again. Cyclops had been his usually thorough self, even when it came to sex toys.

“I do. I need them straight away.” He indicated.

Bobby smiled and headed for the privacy of his room with the list gripped tightly in his hand.

******

45 minutes later Scott knocked on Bobby’s door. “It’s me, Scott. Are you ready?”

The door was pulled open and a strangely proud looking Iceman stood in the doorway. “Oh yeah, all done.” He grinned and waved him in.

There, on the frost covered bed, laid the variety of ice toys that Scott had written on the list and a few others that he hadn’t thought of. He smirked. “Great work, Bobby. This is fantastic.” He gently placed them into the cool box that he’d brought with him and shut the lid on them.

“No worries, Slim, I like a challenge and it was kinda fun.” Bobby winked.

Scott chuckled and made a mental note to remember that. “Well, I’m gone from the mansion for around 24 hours. I’m unreachable so be sure to enjoy your free time.” He winked and left the room, heading for his own; he expected the Game Master’s pet would be due soon.

He’d only just closed the door when he heard the familiar tinkling sound as the young brunette slave appeared in front of him. The youth was grinning at him knowingly.

“I gather you’re ready?” The pet asked.

“I am.” Scott grinned and lifted the cool box as if to demonstrate his readiness.

The grin broadened and he reached out his hand, taking Scott’s in his and orbed them to Greg’s apartment.

The CSI had been pacing his living room nervously when the two orbed in, he jumped in surprise and held his hand against his chest. “Damn, you scared me.”

The pet simply smiled at him, “nice to see you again. This is Scott, Scott…Greg.”

“Hey.” Greg said, a blush creeping up his cheeks slightly. This was so different from last time. Last time when he’d arrived at Nick’s it had been a surprise but he hadn’t been so scared of what might happen because he knew Nick. This guy was a stranger, and he was wearing shades that seemed to flash red. He couldn’t help the way they held his attention.

Scott smiled and nodded in response. “Hi.”

“See ya.” The pet said and disappeared into thin air.

Greg smiled nervously, “So…”

The brunette mutant had to resist the urge to laugh; it was ridiculous when he thought about the difference between this and the meeting with the self-confident Angel. He tried to smile pleasantly, hoping it didn’t look as predatory as he felt.

“Ice.” Greg stated, noticing the box.

“Yes.” And the feeling of being a hunter, with Greg as the innocent prey, only grew. “Do you have restraints?”

The spiky-haired guy nodded. “In the bedroom. I’m not normally this… y’know…?” He stated.

“How are you normally?” Scott grinned with amusement.

“I…um…tend to talk a lot, and…er… tell unfunny jokes.” He tried to laugh at himself but failed. “You make me nervous… that sorta makes me shy.”

The mutant nodded, “I see. Well… that’s only to be expected. Rest assured, I won’t eat you, at least not in a bad way.”

Greg laughed then and some of the tension broke, remembering that the other guy’s last pairing had been with a vampire. He led him through to the bedroom where he kept his small accumulation of toys. He pulled a drawer open and revealed what he had, for Scott’s approval.

The brunette nodded, as he looked in the drawer, “perfect.” He looked up at Greg with a flash of red, he noticed the guy shudder and smiled. “Take off your clothes.”

“I…” Greg stammered, he didn’t know how to warn the man about his scarring.

Scott’s eyes flared slightly as he looked at the guy. “Shy?”

“N…not exactly… it’s just…” He squeezed his eyes shut, and then opened them again. “A few years ago there was an explosion at the lab I work in. My back…it’s kinda scarred up.”

The brunette stepped around the open drawer and used a fingertip to tilt Greg’s chin up so his eyes met his gaze. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve seen plenty of scars in my time.” Scott pressed a soft kiss against inviting lips and smiled warmly. “Now, if that’s all you were worrying about, forget it. Take your clothes off so I can see you and try to relax and enjoy yourself.”

Greg gave a small smile and nodded, his hands moving to remove his shirt. He stripped it off and laid it over the top of the chest of drawers. His hands then moved to unbutton his fly and he slid his tight jeans down and off, draping them over the shirt. His cock was half hard from anticipation and he had to admit that despite the curious shades and red glow, the guy was pretty damn hot with his strong jaw and the muscles that he could see rippling under his clothes.

Scott smirked as his eyes slid blatantly over the naked body. He was pleased to see, that as he obviously checked Greg out, it was having an effect and he could almost watch the cock hardening as he looked on.

“Very nice.” He commented when the cock was almost fully hard.

Greg blushed at the compliment. His eyes flittered up to look at Scott then across to look at the drawer and the cool box. His cock bounced and the brunette grinned.

Cyke had to tear his gaze away and turned his attention back to the drawer, he found a pair of leather wrist cuffs and pulled them out. He buckled them easily around Greg’s wrists and clipped them together.

“On the bed, on your back.” He instructed.

There was a moment of hesitation and he felt his gaze flare in warning. The young CSI almost yelped and scrambled for the bed. He flopped himself over on his back and looked over expectantly. Scott smirked and collected a few more pieces of equipment before he moved to Greg’s side.

He lifted a blindfold up and let it dangle from his finger in a silent question. The reply was a coy smile on the handsome face.

“Safe word?” He requested.

The dapple-haired guy thought for a few seconds, he couldn’t think of one that made much sense so he said the first word that came out of his mouth “Banana.”

Scott laughed, “That ought to stop me in my tracks.”

He was still chuckling as he leaned forward and fastened the material so it covered Greg’s eyes. He placed a gentle kiss on slightly parted lips, and then lifted the other man’s bound hands up to place them behind his head.

“Keep them there, understand?” He quietly demanded.

“Yes, Sir.” Greg said automatically, a blush crept up his cheeks at the ease with which he’d addressed the man.

Scott smiled; it was a good sign that his toy for the day was slipping into the mindset. He’d selected a spreader bar and fastened the cuffs at the ends around each lower leg, just below the knee. His hands directed Greg to bend his knees up and this left him spread open and available for the X-man to do what he wanted.

A shiver ran along the bound man’s spine as he imagined what he must look like to the stranger. His cock was rock hard and lay flat against his abdomen now, he felt incredibly vulnerable and that was a powerful turn on for him. He’d chosen to be at this man’s mercy and anytime he chose to, he had the power to end the game, but he knew it was unlikely that he would.

Scott lifted the lid off his cool box and peered in at the ice sculptures that Bobby had made for him. They were mini works of art, not a single detail had been spared. He noticed as he lifted up an ice phallus that it had ridge details and was veined, he wondered if it was modelled on anyone he knew. He smirked and returned it to the box, picking out a small finger sized ice cock.

He moved the box closer to the bed when he returned to it and set it on the floor. Leaning over the fearless leader ran the tip of the ice cock over Greg’s lips. He noticed a slight twitch of surprise followed by a shiver that was caused by the coldness. Then a pink tongue slipped out to tease the head of it as if it were a real cock.

The brunette smirked to himself again and slowly slipped the small ice cock into his playmate’s mouth. He was pleased to see that the eager young man moved his mouth and tongue around it without reservation. He pulled the slowly melting penis from that enthusiastic mouth and ran the tip teasingly down the length of his torso, watching as Greg shuddered and shivered in response. He circled first one nipple then the other with the tip; the young man arched on the bed and gasped as the cold stimulated his sensitive nipples.

He carried on down the torso, lightly running it along the underside of Greg’s cock from the base to tip. Causing the CSI to cry out and buck in response. Scott chuckled, the cock twitched at the icy touch, seemingly appreciating it. Without further warning he pressed the tip of it to the hidden pucker and slid it in with ease, not stopping until the whole thing had disappeared inside the bound boy’s ass.

Greg gasped, whimpered, shivered and squirmed. The ice driving into him caused such a mixture of feelings; it was both arousing and chilled him to the core. He moaned as he felt it slowly melting, he could feel the icy water start to run from his hole and down his crack. His attention was pulled away from the sensation as he felt something cold touch his nipples again.

Nipple clamps made of ice weren’t possible, but keeping the metallic items in the box with the other ice toys had chilled them nicely. He clipped them quickly on Greg’s cold and lust hardened nipples without giving him chance to think about it. The bound young man gasped as his muscles tensed and his back arched up slightly. Scott positively revelled in how responsive his play partner was.

Greg squirmed from the pleasure-pain icy burn in his nipples and the chilled feeling in his ass. He could feel the melted ice dripping from his hole and wondered at what other delights that cool box might hold.

Scott moved away and with the accompanying rustle of fabric, quickly removed his clothes, leaving him naked and hard as steel.

The spiky-haired Californian didn’t have long to wait before something else made of ice was pressed to his lips. He opened his mouth for it and waited for it to be slid inside. Scott smiled at the eagerness and slowly fed Greg the 6” long, 1” wide ice cock. He watched the pink tongue swirling over the ridges, tracing the veins and teasing the head. As if the ice sculpture was linked to his cock, the brunette found his erection pulsing in response; he longed to be on the receiving end of that talented tongue and mouth.

Greg moaned around the invader as he sucked at it. Scott was fucking his mouth with it, tormenting and teasing with just the tip then sliding it in until he felt it reach his tonsils. He was just relaxing into the rhythm when it was pulled away. A split second later, ice was being pushed against his pucker and he took deep breaths to try and let it in. He’d thought it was the ice cock that he’d just been sucking on, but as it pushed in he became aware that it was getting wider and wider the further in it went. Then it seemed to reach its maximum diameter and it had popped past it. He groaned and shuddered at the realisation he was being filled with a butt plug made of ice.

Scott was pleased to see the plug fully seated in the guy’s ass. He smiled triumphantly, it was a big plug that Bobby had made for him and Greg had had little preparation. But since he’d taken a dildo and a man’s cock in his ass at the same time, he was fairly certain he would be able to handle it just fine. He picked up an ice ring; it was wide enough to fit around the shaft of any cock easily. Grinning wickedly to himself he gripped Greg’s cock in one hand and slowly eased it over the head. It was snug but not tight, it wasn’t meant to be restrictive after all.

The dapple-haired CSI bucked and arched on the bed, squirming like he was trying to get away from it. Scott knew that he had to be careful; he couldn’t risk lowering Greg’s core temperature too much. It was meant to be pleasurable, after all, not dangerous. He lowered his head and licked and sucked at the tip of the bound and impaled man’s cock. Swirling his tongue over the slit in the same way that Greg had done to the ice cock.

Remembering the ice cock, Scott picked it up and pressed it back to red swollen lips, he watched as it was sucked with raw enthusiasm. Greg’s need and desire being poured into his ministrations of the carefully sculpted cock, that was now slowly thawing and losing some of its details. Keeping one hand on the ice phallus, he returned to suck on Greg’s angry red cock, the ice ring not causing the erection to deflate at all, surprisingly.

He bobbed his head up and down on the hardness. Sucking hard and undulating his tongue against the shaft, Scott used every trick he could think of, occasionally grazing his teeth against the flesh.

The CSI squirmed, moaned around the ice and shuddered at the sensations flooding his body. His nipples burned, his ass was filled with an icy fire and his cock was a mix of ice and heat. He thought he was going to go insane, all he could do was suck harder on the cock in his mouth, wishing it were a real one. He bucked his hips up with need, his hot body melting the plug in his ass as his muscles contracted and spasmed around it.

Scott tormented the head of the hard cock and Greg bucked and cried out, his balls pulled up tight as he grew nearer to his release. The brunette gripped the base of the ice plug and pulled it out, pushing on the spreader bar until the bound man pulled his knees up to his chest. He slammed his cock into the waiting hole, the cold tightness sending shivers down his own spine.

It only took a couple of hard deep thrusts from that hard hot cock to make Greg finally lose it. He cried out, his body going rigid as his hot cum shot out and pooled on his stomach and chest.

The X-man continued to thrust, hard and deep. He reached up and released the clamps from Greg’s nipples, he cried out again at the return of blood to his tender flesh, feeling the burn. His muscles clamped down on Scott hard and that was more than the brunette could bear, he thrust in one last time and emptied his load into that wanton ass.

Gasping to regain his composure, he didn’t yet pull out, but held his position, pressed deep inside. He reached up and pulled the blindfold off, he looked into lust-glazed eyes.

“Ice, ice baby.” Greg murmured with a sated grin.

Scott chuckled, leaned in and kissed him.

******

“I could say that was hot, but it seems a bit odd to use that as a description for a scene with ice.” The Game Master’s pet laughed softly.

To his surprise, his Master laughed too. It had not been an easy scene to watch, winter raged outside their windows and the thought of ice just made them both shudder. But as they’d watched the play unfold, the temperature had definitely gone up in their room. The young slave curled around his Master’s leg, not even trying to hide his hard on.

“Think I should give them a while.” He winked up at his Master.

The normally stern black-haired man nodded and smirked, then his boy orbed them into the bedroom.