Dizzy swarms of sleet sliced his face in a thousand, icy stars, obscuring Davin's sight. Had he passed the cabin? Pulling his jacket tighter, he heard it -- a discordant clatter of glae-whipped patio chimes. Boots crushed a path toward chaotic tinkling. Droplets of ice clung to his hair and eye-brows.
Under the thick layers, the toe of his Danner boots tripped an unseen root with a hollow
thunk
. Chopped wood scattered from his arms and Davin sprawled face-first into the snow bank like a broken angel. He crawled the last few paces to the awning.
Collapsing onto the thresh mat, his head thudded back against the door with a groan. Above him, candlelight flickered impossibly in the entry lanterns and he craned his neck.
This wasn't the cabin. Where was he?
His vision blurred as the warm glow of lamplight enveloped him with warm immunity from the freezing storm. Involuntary shivers wracked his body and blackness won.
*****
The sensation of sinking roused him from drowsiness. Stripes were ascending his vision, he was falling. A veritable Alice through the rabbit hole the world was slowly tumbling upward around him. Dreamy bobs of colored lights encircled him, followed by the high row of antiquated wooden bleachers then...the most bizarre sight he had ever beheld.
Seated all around the circumference of the big-top were creature-people beyond description. His mind grappled to make sense of the twisted masquerade. A falcon-headed man in Victorian suit and jabot sat next to fawn-eared lady, face discretely hidden behind a cocoon-silk fan. Here there was a vole-like creature pushing spectacles up its long nose, there cardinal lady fussed over her red plumes.
Abruptly he realized he wasn't falling, he was being lowered - upside down. He shook the last vestiges of the blizzard from his mind, jerking at his limbs. The storm seemed like ages ago and Davin strained to lift his brown mop of hair against gravity.
There he was strung: naked. Literally
hung
for all to see.
Tied and splayed in a great "X" of a cross, he began to rotate and the circus slowly turned upright. Struggling against his restraints the crowd burst into a cacophony of flapping, clacking and cawing cheers upon seeing that he had regained a lively consciousness.
What the hell was this place??
Silver bells of laughter rang out through the dome, causing the walls to tremble. Murmurs rippled through the crowd as the grotesquerie of creatures adjusted in their seats.
Then, with a
crack
like a snapped tree limb under the weight of snow, there appeared the Ringmaster in a perfect circle of spotlight. With a second, icy snap of the whip, her arms raised up in a "V" and her voice rang out, "Ladybugs, Germs and Hidden Ones, the Winter Circus this way Cums!"
From the benches a riotous clamor of wings, claws and guffaws exploded with raucous applause. The Ringmaster laughed, cool as ice. She was unlike anything he had ever seen. A vision of white-on-white, in glistening knee-high boots and an impeccable tuxedo complete with top hat and tailcoat.
Her corseted breasts plumbed upward and he found himself licking his lips at the thought of tasting those perfect, daiquiri-ice dollops. Davin's naked cock swelled, center-stage and heated against the cold air. His whole body felt suddenly flush.
The human roulette he was on clacked into the upright position with a jolt so that their newly found subject could truly behold the dizzying vision before him. Around the perimeter like a Gravitron carnival ride were slabs of nude men in varying states of consciousness. He was horrified to see that their limp genitalia had been stuffed into a series of clear vacuum tubes that rose into the blackness of the rafters.
From that very peak of darkness a knife-switch lowered into the Ringmaster's raised hand and without pause she threw it. The room began to spin, gaining momentum. He watched as the centrifugal force pulled their cocks into erection one by one.
In the front, a spectating row rock-creatures clattered in gravelly approval.
"Round and round and round she goes, where she stops nobody knows!" Her voice was so cool he couldn't help but want her to pour it down his throat like chilled wine.
A crescendo of moans began to rise from the stretched men, vaguely aware of their circumstances. Once again the Ringmaster flipped the switch and circled the human cock ring. She dragged a gloved finger along their flesh prongs like a baton across a wrought iron gate.
Rounding widdershins, a cascade of albino peacock feathers bustled over her round buttocks, tumbling to the floor. The Ringmaster glided to a halt where he could plainly see her. With a flick of her slender wrist a baton-wand buzzed to life and he flinched, eyeballing the device.
This elicited a glint of smile from her, a silver blade across pale features. Lifting her chosen subject's balls, Davin watched as she pressed the electric wand up under his scrotum for a stimulus shock. A burst of cum shot out of his prick and was sucked up through the vacuum into the darkness above.
Outside, a gale of blizzard whipped round the tent, flapping the walls violently. Snow flurries snuck under the billows. The crowd oohed and clapped enthusiastically, cat-calling for more.
"He's done. Take him away." She ordered, and a scurry of circus-mice carried him away on their backs.
