This is the beginning of a short story that I've published on my substack: Big Dreamer | Substack
The two men stood there, waist-deep in the snow. They stood completely still in total silence. Almost not breathing. Waiting. Listening to the distant buzz of the drone, slowly hovering above the tree-tops.
The hyper-efficient huntsman in the air, moved in calculated patterns, scanning and deciding if the prey it was searching for was down there, ready to catch. Every turn it took changed the sound it made slightly. It was rhythmic. Coordinated. Hypnotic. And scary as hell.
The men had to rely on the protection of the huge pine whose thick branches shielded them from the drone’s infrared rays and scanners. They had moved through the ice-cold forest for days now, in ways as different from humans as possible. Mimicking the moves of bears, wolves and the other inhabitants of this far-away land.
But they were trained for this. And it wasn’t the first time anyone was after them. And they had the gadgets.
The masks, for example, were no ordinary ski masks – rather the opposite. They covered their faces with matte-finished reflective glass and let out no breaths that could be detected. Their uniforms were light grey, very much like the snow they were hiding in, and made to insulate every inch of warmth. But the forest was so very cold, and even the most accurate technology couldn’t camouflage their tracks in the snow and the sound of their skis moving through the glimmering powder, however soft it was.
Their uniforms were state-of-the-art. But they also needed to pee every now and then. And we all know what a mess that brings.
The two men had been on the move together for some time now but hadn’t seen each other’s faces yet. They hadn’t even said a word. But being heavily trained by the same team, they knew each other well. They knew their skills, their attitude, their focus – and their ability to stay alive. That was maybe the one skill that overtook all others. They both would survive this. At all costs.
They stood back to back close to the tree trunk, searching for danger. They had spent many days like that now. Never really close, but never really far apart. There was an invisible rubber band tying them together in their need of each other. It kept them together. Always returned to each other after the many detours they had to take to keep them invisible from the watchdogs in the sky.
Daytime on skis. Nighttime buried under the snow. Giving away as little traceable heat as possible.
From the beginning, the focus had been to get out of the immediate danger. The lab they had destroyed was built in secret, almost undetectable to satellites, in one of the roughest mountain areas in the world. It had taken years of building trust and… relationships, for the younger of the two men to get into the inner circle of the men who ran the show. And now, he had left some very disappointed men behind him when his betrayal was discovered. Or, they would have been disappointed if he had left them alive. Surprise was probably the last thing they experienced.
The older of the two had done most of the work from the outside. Surprise was his key element as well. Driving there in a truck loaded with explosives. Allowed entry by the younger man, then he went parking the truck as far in the lab center as possible, setting the timer in just the amount the time that it took him to get into the facility and destroying the technology invented there. As well as getting a chip with intel that the young man provided him with.
There was a huge bang. And a huge blow to the organization funding it. But being built inside the mountain, all that could be seen from the outside was a whiff of smoke, and two shadows taking flight on the snow.
Blowing the lab
Planning their escape had been a huge challenge. Considering the altitude of where the lab was built, one idea had been to use paragliders for the guys to fly away with. That would have taken them far in a very short amount of time. But it also made them very vulnerable to drones and shooters. And no one knew anything much of the protection surrounding the facility – even the young man, despite his charm, brightness, and looks, hadn’t been allowed access to that info. If they were killed, the one very important intel they had got before burning the place down would have been lost. Intel now was stored as small memory circuits that each of the guys kept a copy of.
So the choice was skis. But it would mean that the guys had to be extremely fit to manage skiing as well as running in the deep snow. Especially in the thin air being that high up in the mountains and the harsh cold. They needed to be fit. All of the agents in the organization they belonged to were fit. It was just that these two guys needed to be fit. Very fit.
The training regimen had been hard. Cardio and weights for hours and hours – sometimes even in freezing cold. The older one was kept in the training camp until the action began, but the young man needed to continue this while working in the facility. There was no plan for a gym from what could be known. But, as there is something undeniably attractive with a Greek god, type of guy – even for a secret organization with criminal intent. So, when the young man said he needed gym equipment, he got it delivered, as well as he got the intense attention of just the right decision-makers.
He was a fuckable, beautiful masturbation object locked in these small concrete cubes together with some sexually frustrated criminals and he was happy with that. The hornier they got, the safer he was. And if the guys weren’t horny from the beginning, it took only a couple of weeks, after he’d taken some walks with his private parts were covered in a very small towel, before all of them were.
He never called it rape because, in this assignment, it was his mission to get raped. He needed to get the men needing him, wanting him, and if that meant that some of them forcefully showed their hard dicks into his mouth or ass, then so be it. If that meant him being tied to a bed while some guys teased his rock-hard cock to almost explosion, then riding or blowing him until he came – always leaving his coveted seed deep within them – then, that was a success as well. You blow me now and I’ll blow you away later, he thought.
He was merely doing his job and he was good at it. Sometimes he even enjoyed it.
And here they were. Two slightly worn-out agents, after endless hours together in silence. Waiting for the drone to leave the airspace above them so that they could continue their run. They waited for 30 minutes after the last time they heard anything from it before they got up from the snow, checked the directions on their watches, and began skiing.
They didn’t have an exact plan for the journey. There was much more snow than expected, and nature was steep and very difficult to navigate in. The thick forest and high mountains made contact with satellites difficult and there was no way they could use the one road that existed. Going as fast and as silently as they could through the woods was the option they had.
The drone had interrupted them in the morning, which gave them almost a full day of getting closer to the pick-up point. The days before had been clear and bright, though sometimes there had been a morning fog dancing around in between the treetunks. But they felt that there was a shift in the weather on the way. The cold got less cold, and the bright blue sky visible between the tree tops was slowly turning grey.
After a few hours, the older man signed that they should stop and for the young man to get close. He showed a forecast on the watch saying that snow was coming and they needed to plan for that. Every now and then they sent up a small drone of their own to scan their surroundings and they decided this was a good time for that. It would give better info on the weather, than any forecast they could make from the ground.
When they hooked up with the drone on their pads they could see a wall of dark clouds moving closer from the south. It had already covered most of the mountain tops they had left behind them – and those were huge mountains. They let the drone scan the area surrounding them to get ideas on where to find shelter when suddenly a complete surprise showed up on their screens.
From afar, they could see an opening around a small hill, and on top of that small hill, there was a hut. A cottage.
They looked at each other – a cottage could mean people, and people right now probably meant trouble. Big trouble. But on the other hand, a cottage could also be empty, and an empty house meant a roof and walls that protected them from the blizzard approaching.
A house could also mean beds. Soft, nice beds that would be a pleasure to rest on.
They didn’t have to talk about it to decide. Their eyes decided for them and the older man directed the drone closer towards the house to see if there were any visible signs of humans staying there.
As the afternoon got darker, the blue light from their pads got brighter and the visuals the drone sent them could have come from any of the Frost movies. Mile after mile of snow-covered pines, distant mountains, and a small cottage on a small hill, within a giant forest.
The video from the drone showed no signs of footsteps, skiing, or any trace of human activity. There was no sign of heat radiating from its walls. But there were signs of small animals moving around in the forest surrounding it. The cottage stood in complete silence, surrounded by a crisp duvet of untouched snow.
Both of them were tired of the snow, they were tired of the forest and tired of the running. A night or two, depending on the storm, in a more normal setting would do them good they thought. So they decided to get there as fast as possible. But, there was the chance of the house being a trap for them, which they couldn’t risk, however eager they were to get there. So they split up and moved towards the cottage slowly, turning on their infrared goggles, to find any trace of life or tracking devices that might have been set up to catch them.
The sky was getting darker, which was a problem, but the drone followed their moves from above, signaling every sign of life as they passed it. There was a family of foxes staying at cliffs nearby. Also, some of the trees hid a surprising amount of what must be birds. Cameras couldn’t fly that way. Not yet anyway.
They met up on the southern side of the hill, which gave them the closest path to the cottage’s entrance. The drone flew in circles around the hut but found no signs of life. They nodded to each other as they decided to make a move towards the house. The snow had begun falling and there were signs of the wind getting stronger, which together would hide their tracks almost instantly.
When they got closer, they found the house prettier than expected. It was also surprisingly small. The doorway was decorated with ornaments cut out in the same wood the cottage was built of. So were the ornaments that framed the windows, almost covered in snow. Two thick pillars waited on each side of the entrance. The snow was waist deep even here on the top of the hii. but the entrance roof that expanded from the cottage had protected the entrance from being covered in snow.
The door was solid, as was the old lock. They first thought about breaking it, but then the young man began searching the small strip of wood underneath the roof and suddenly, as by magic, presented an iron key that weighed its weight in gold. The lock opened with a click, but they had to shovel a lot of snow away with their feet to get it open.
The feeling when they finally got inside and could shut the door behind them was amazing.
The slumber party
Getting inside was a huge relief for them both. They soon lost their fear of being in a trap as the air inside had the scent of solitude and dust that you only could find in old, forgotten cabins in the woods.
It wasn’t abandoned in any way. No, it was well kept, but the layer of dust on the furniture despite being very tidy was a clear sign that the house was meant to stand uninhabited for a long time.
– Right, the older man said suddenly (and just hearing words came as a bit of a shock to the younger guy) I think it is safe to talk now, right?
– Yeah, think so too, the young man replied while checking out the windows.
– OK, good. The storm will probably keep us safe for as long as it goes on, but we still need to do what we can to make the place safe.
– Sure. I was just thinking that the windows could do with some insulation to keep the IR calm.
– Great – you do that. I was thinking that we might have a chance of making our job easier.
– Oh, how?
– Well, if we could transmit the data we’ve got, then our job would be done. And then we can do whatever we want. There is still the schedule, but there is no risk if anything happens to us.
– So, you mean hooking up with our satellite?
– Yup, if the info I have is correct we have 45 minutes before the sat is in perfect position for a quick transmission. But that means that we’re in a hurry to get clearance and the dish up.
The young man did his maths and realized that that was a very short amount of time and that he couldn’t do much to assist as this was the other guy’s area.
– What can I do?
– Secure the windows and then I need you to help me set up the dish and then get the ID-scanning going. We’d have to get through a whole bunch of security layers for the speed transmission to work.
The young man knew what that meant – scanning face and eyes wasn’t enough for this kind of security clearance, then needed to get naked so that the scanner could read the codes tattooed to their bodies in connection to their saved body profiles.
– OK, he said. I’ve been freezing for days, I can stand a couple of minutes more.
He also couldn’t wait to see the man naked.
To be continued…
The two men stood there, waist-deep in the snow. They stood completely still in total silence. Almost not breathing. Waiting. Listening to the distant buzz of the drone, slowly hovering above the tree-tops.
The hyper-efficient huntsman in the air, moved in calculated patterns, scanning and deciding if the prey it was searching for was down there, ready to catch. Every turn it took changed the sound it made slightly. It was rhythmic. Coordinated. Hypnotic. And scary as hell.
The men had to rely on the protection of the huge pine whose thick branches shielded them from the drone’s infrared rays and scanners. They had moved through the ice-cold forest for days now, in ways as different from humans as possible. Mimicking the moves of bears, wolves and the other inhabitants of this far-away land.
But they were trained for this. And it wasn’t the first time anyone was after them. And they had the gadgets.
The masks, for example, were no ordinary ski masks – rather the opposite. They covered their faces with matte-finished reflective glass and let out no breaths that could be detected. Their uniforms were light grey, very much like the snow they were hiding in, and made to insulate every inch of warmth. But the forest was so very cold, and even the most accurate technology couldn’t camouflage their tracks in the snow and the sound of their skis moving through the glimmering powder, however soft it was.
Their uniforms were state-of-the-art. But they also needed to pee every now and then. And we all know what a mess that brings.
The two men had been on the move together for some time now but hadn’t seen each other’s faces yet. They hadn’t even said a word. But being heavily trained by the same team, they knew each other well. They knew their skills, their attitude, their focus – and their ability to stay alive. That was maybe the one skill that overtook all others. They both would survive this. At all costs.
They stood back to back close to the tree trunk, searching for danger. They had spent many days like that now. Never really close, but never really far apart. There was an invisible rubber band tying them together in their need of each other. It kept them together. Always returned to each other after the many detours they had to take to keep them invisible from the watchdogs in the sky.
Daytime on skis. Nighttime buried under the snow. Giving away as little traceable heat as possible.
From the beginning, the focus had been to get out of the immediate danger. The lab they had destroyed was built in secret, almost undetectable to satellites, in one of the roughest mountain areas in the world. It had taken years of building trust and… relationships, for the younger of the two men to get into the inner circle of the men who ran the show. And now, he had left some very disappointed men behind him when his betrayal was discovered. Or, they would have been disappointed if he had left them alive. Surprise was probably the last thing they experienced.
The older of the two had done most of the work from the outside. Surprise was his key element as well. Driving there in a truck loaded with explosives. Allowed entry by the younger man, then he went parking the truck as far in the lab center as possible, setting the timer in just the amount the time that it took him to get into the facility and destroying the technology invented there. As well as getting a chip with intel that the young man provided him with.
There was a huge bang. And a huge blow to the organization funding it. But being built inside the mountain, all that could be seen from the outside was a whiff of smoke, and two shadows taking flight on the snow.
Blowing the lab
Planning their escape had been a huge challenge. Considering the altitude of where the lab was built, one idea had been to use paragliders for the guys to fly away with. That would have taken them far in a very short amount of time. But it also made them very vulnerable to drones and shooters. And no one knew anything much of the protection surrounding the facility – even the young man, despite his charm, brightness, and looks, hadn’t been allowed access to that info. If they were killed, the one very important intel they had got before burning the place down would have been lost. Intel now was stored as small memory circuits that each of the guys kept a copy of.
So the choice was skis. But it would mean that the guys had to be extremely fit to manage skiing as well as running in the deep snow. Especially in the thin air being that high up in the mountains and the harsh cold. They needed to be fit. All of the agents in the organization they belonged to were fit. It was just that these two guys needed to be fit. Very fit.
The training regimen had been hard. Cardio and weights for hours and hours – sometimes even in freezing cold. The older one was kept in the training camp until the action began, but the young man needed to continue this while working in the facility. There was no plan for a gym from what could be known. But, as there is something undeniably attractive with a Greek god, type of guy – even for a secret organization with criminal intent. So, when the young man said he needed gym equipment, he got it delivered, as well as he got the intense attention of just the right decision-makers.
He was a fuckable, beautiful masturbation object locked in these small concrete cubes together with some sexually frustrated criminals and he was happy with that. The hornier they got, the safer he was. And if the guys weren’t horny from the beginning, it took only a couple of weeks, after he’d taken some walks with his private parts were covered in a very small towel, before all of them were.
He never called it rape because, in this assignment, it was his mission to get raped. He needed to get the men needing him, wanting him, and if that meant that some of them forcefully showed their hard dicks into his mouth or ass, then so be it. If that meant him being tied to a bed while some guys teased his rock-hard cock to almost explosion, then riding or blowing him until he came – always leaving his coveted seed deep within them – then, that was a success as well. You blow me now and I’ll blow you away later, he thought.
He was merely doing his job and he was good at it. Sometimes he even enjoyed it.
And here they were. Two slightly worn-out agents, after endless hours together in silence. Waiting for the drone to leave the airspace above them so that they could continue their run. They waited for 30 minutes after the last time they heard anything from it before they got up from the snow, checked the directions on their watches, and began skiing.
They didn’t have an exact plan for the journey. There was much more snow than expected, and nature was steep and very difficult to navigate in. The thick forest and high mountains made contact with satellites difficult and there was no way they could use the one road that existed. Going as fast and as silently as they could through the woods was the option they had.
The drone had interrupted them in the morning, which gave them almost a full day of getting closer to the pick-up point. The days before had been clear and bright, though sometimes there had been a morning fog dancing around in between the treetunks. But they felt that there was a shift in the weather on the way. The cold got less cold, and the bright blue sky visible between the tree tops was slowly turning grey.
After a few hours, the older man signed that they should stop and for the young man to get close. He showed a forecast on the watch saying that snow was coming and they needed to plan for that. Every now and then they sent up a small drone of their own to scan their surroundings and they decided this was a good time for that. It would give better info on the weather, than any forecast they could make from the ground.
When they hooked up with the drone on their pads they could see a wall of dark clouds moving closer from the south. It had already covered most of the mountain tops they had left behind them – and those were huge mountains. They let the drone scan the area surrounding them to get ideas on where to find shelter when suddenly a complete surprise showed up on their screens.
From afar, they could see an opening around a small hill, and on top of that small hill, there was a hut. A cottage.
They looked at each other – a cottage could mean people, and people right now probably meant trouble. Big trouble. But on the other hand, a cottage could also be empty, and an empty house meant a roof and walls that protected them from the blizzard approaching.
A house could also mean beds. Soft, nice beds that would be a pleasure to rest on.
They didn’t have to talk about it to decide. Their eyes decided for them and the older man directed the drone closer towards the house to see if there were any visible signs of humans staying there.
As the afternoon got darker, the blue light from their pads got brighter and the visuals the drone sent them could have come from any of the Frost movies. Mile after mile of snow-covered pines, distant mountains, and a small cottage on a small hill, within a giant forest.
The video from the drone showed no signs of footsteps, skiing, or any trace of human activity. There was no sign of heat radiating from its walls. But there were signs of small animals moving around in the forest surrounding it. The cottage stood in complete silence, surrounded by a crisp duvet of untouched snow.
Both of them were tired of the snow, they were tired of the forest and tired of the running. A night or two, depending on the storm, in a more normal setting would do them good they thought. So they decided to get there as fast as possible. But, there was the chance of the house being a trap for them, which they couldn’t risk, however eager they were to get there. So they split up and moved towards the cottage slowly, turning on their infrared goggles, to find any trace of life or tracking devices that might have been set up to catch them.
The sky was getting darker, which was a problem, but the drone followed their moves from above, signaling every sign of life as they passed it. There was a family of foxes staying at cliffs nearby. Also, some of the trees hid a surprising amount of what must be birds. Cameras couldn’t fly that way. Not yet anyway.
They met up on the southern side of the hill, which gave them the closest path to the cottage’s entrance. The drone flew in circles around the hut but found no signs of life. They nodded to each other as they decided to make a move towards the house. The snow had begun falling and there were signs of the wind getting stronger, which together would hide their tracks almost instantly.
When they got closer, they found the house prettier than expected. It was also surprisingly small. The doorway was decorated with ornaments cut out in the same wood the cottage was built of. So were the ornaments that framed the windows, almost covered in snow. Two thick pillars waited on each side of the entrance. The snow was waist deep even here on the top of the hii. but the entrance roof that expanded from the cottage had protected the entrance from being covered in snow.
The door was solid, as was the old lock. They first thought about breaking it, but then the young man began searching the small strip of wood underneath the roof and suddenly, as by magic, presented an iron key that weighed its weight in gold. The lock opened with a click, but they had to shovel a lot of snow away with their feet to get it open.
The feeling when they finally got inside and could shut the door behind them was amazing.
The slumber party
Getting inside was a huge relief for them both. They soon lost their fear of being in a trap as the air inside had the scent of solitude and dust that you only could find in old, forgotten cabins in the woods.
It wasn’t abandoned in any way. No, it was well kept, but the layer of dust on the furniture despite being very tidy was a clear sign that the house was meant to stand uninhabited for a long time.
– Right, the older man said suddenly (and just hearing words came as a bit of a shock to the younger guy) I think it is safe to talk now, right?
– Yeah, think so too, the young man replied while checking out the windows.
– OK, good. The storm will probably keep us safe for as long as it goes on, but we still need to do what we can to make the place safe.
– Sure. I was just thinking that the windows could do with some insulation to keep the IR calm.
– Great – you do that. I was thinking that we might have a chance of making our job easier.
– Oh, how?
– Well, if we could transmit the data we’ve got, then our job would be done. And then we can do whatever we want. There is still the schedule, but there is no risk if anything happens to us.
– So, you mean hooking up with our satellite?
– Yup, if the info I have is correct we have 45 minutes before the sat is in perfect position for a quick transmission. But that means that we’re in a hurry to get clearance and the dish up.
The young man did his maths and realized that that was a very short amount of time and that he couldn’t do much to assist as this was the other guy’s area.
– What can I do?
– Secure the windows and then I need you to help me set up the dish and then get the ID-scanning going. We’d have to get through a whole bunch of security layers for the speed transmission to work.
The young man knew what that meant – scanning face and eyes wasn’t enough for this kind of security clearance, then needed to get naked so that the scanner could read the codes tattooed to their bodies in connection to their saved body profiles.
– OK, he said. I’ve been freezing for days, I can stand a couple of minutes more.
He also couldn’t wait to see the man naked.
To be continued…
