Nasty DJ

Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 11:40:27 +0000
From: redflag@att.net
Subject: Coming of Fist 1

A Coming of Fist
A true story.
Chapter 1

	At age 17, I should have seen the signs, but I didn't.  Still
thought I was "normal" but probably just going through a phase.  I even
figured I'd eventually meet a nice girl and get married one day.
	But not just yet.  Not with all those teenaged hormones raging
through my body.  I wasn't wasting much time analyzing exactly what was
making my dick stay hard all the time.  All I knew was that the dirtier my
thoughts while I jacked off, the better it felt.  And the more I jacked
off, the dirtier my fantasies became.  And in retrospect, these were
definitely not the kinds of sex fantasies that would suggest future
"normalcy" of any kind.
	But I still didn't know that.
	On hot summer days when I was home alone and my parents were
working, I'd go out in the garden, pick myself a fresh cucumber well heated
from the sun, and take it and my hidden jar of Vaseline up on an impromptu
sun deck I'd made on top of our house's back patio roof.  It was very
private back there, out of sight of neighbors and any unwanted visitors.  I
even pulled the ladder up behind me once I got up there so that nobody
could see it, climb it, and surprise me.
	Once up there, I'd strip off all my clothes and tan naked.  That
alone would have raised most disapproving eyebrows in my Bible-belt
community.  But when I'd stick my index finger into that well used jar of
lube and slowly insert it up my so-called virgin butthole, immediately a
welcome itch would start building deep inside me that only something much
bigger than my finger could scratch.
	That's where the cucumber became my second best friend (along with
my left hand).  I'd get myself all hot and horny, grease it up and start
sliding it up my ass while Mr. Left jacked away at my always eager dick.
It didn't take much stimulation at all in those days to rapidly shoot a
load of cum all over my stomach.  But at that age, I was good for at least
7 or 8 loads in an average afternoon and by the time I was done hours
later, that cucumber would be mashed into a mushy pulp still clamped
between my unsated asslips.
	That summer before college not only did I get the best tan of my
life, but I finally woke up to an amazing set of revelations about my
budding sexuality.  As the weeks went by, I realized that the thinner,
shorter cucumbers of early summer gradually were steadily being replaced by
longer and thicker ones. By Labor Day, I was eagerly seeking out the
longest, fattest cucumbers in the garden, hungrily ramming them in and out
of my butt while the late summer sun beamed down on me.
	The second revelation of that summer was the introduction to my
armpit.  I fell in love with the feel and smell of sweat on my body.  I'd
previously been so conditioned to never allow my pits to stink that I had
no idea how much of a turnon a rank underarm could be.  I'd lie there in
the sun with a thick cucumber up my ass, my left hand jacking my dick, with
my nose buried in my armpits and -- let's don't mince words -- it was
fucking intoxicating.
	The final and most significant truth came with the ever-growing set
of fantasies that filled my mind up on the roof on those long afternoons.
I began to dream about being caught in the act by a group of roofers sent
by my dad (unbeknownst to me) to fix our roof.  One by one, those big rough
hairy muscle brutes would rape my mouth and my ass while I faked the role
of the abused rape victim.  But secretly, I loved it and I jacked off over
and over again to images of their pounding dicks inside me, their sweaty
chests and smelly armpits dripping all over me, even their wickedly hot
piss splashing down all over me while they laughed at how they were abusing
this hot jock muscle boy.
	All my fantasies centered around me being brutally abused,
controlled and violated, particularly up my ass chute.  The more I fucked
myself on those big green cukes, the harder I wanted it -- particularly
from a rough, mean, and deathly hung stud.
	And I still get a small chuckle every time I think about my father
complaining that some unknown neighbor was stealing all his cucumbers.
	Despite all this, I was terrified at being discovered.  I thought I
was the only person in the world with such freaky filthy thoughts.  So I
stayed in the closet all through college and for years after before I
finally admitted both to myself and the world that I was never going to
come out of this "phase."
	Along the way, I over compensated for my secret gayness by
developing a forced butch persona that, when combined with some decent
muscles from the gym, made more than a few nellie heads turn when I finally
did get up the courage to come out.
	But the guys I mostly attracted were into my jock body and butch
exterior (read: topman).  They all wanted me to shove my healthy-sized dick
up their own itchy butts and my ego was flattered enough to do just that.
Meanwhile, I developed quite the secret collection of ever- larger dildos
that, more times than not, would get a full work out as soon as my bottom
boy tricks would go home.
	By now I could take a monster size plug up my ass, usually
accompanied by a rough trade porno video where some butch leather stud was
abusing some other equally butch leather guy.  The rougher the video's
action, the more turned on I'd get.  It was only when I saw my first fist
fucking video that I received an epiphany.  From that moment on, I knew
that was my major fantasy and also knew I'd never be satisfied until I
found a way to make it happen.
	It was something I not only thought about now every time I shoved
something up my ass, it was becoming almost an obsession.  I was totally
enthralled with the idea of some stud pushing his big hairy fist straight
up my asshole and then taking abusive control over my body.
	I was online in the local gay chat room early one Friday night.  I
was bored, a little horny, and admittedly, had been drinking a bit.  Okay
-- I was slightly drunk and not so slightly depressed over still not
getting the kind of hard action I needed to truly satisfy me.  Otherwise, I
probably would never have had the courage to do what I did.
	When I saw the screen name "FistMaster" sign on, my heart skipped a
little beat and I immediately looked up his profile.  It said he was a
"100% dominant top," into leather, sweat, raunch, S&M, B&D, the whole
fucking nine yards with fucking being one of his favorite past times.  But
it said his most favorite thing in the world was royally fisting a guy's
ass for hours on end, making him beg for it, and turning him into a total
slave for his fist.  What's more, he said he specialized in breaking in
novices.
	I figured if I didn't go for it now, I'd never get a better chance,
so I sent him an instant message.  Seconds later he answered, telling me I
had a hot profile.  We exchanged pics and I couldn't believe my eyes.  He
was handsome in a rough hewn way, had a heavy beard stubble, and was in
great shape with big pecs, arms, and shoulders that suggested he was a
construction worker or something similar.  His pic showed him nude in a
leather master's harness and his dick completely soft honestly hung halfway
down his leg.  He looked just like my fantasies had always dreamed about: a
classic, square-jawed rough trade leather stud.
	I sent him my bare chested pic and he apparently liked what he saw
when he asked if it would be okay if he called me.  Minutes later the phone
rang and I heard a deep voice ask for the fake name I'd given him online.
We talked for almost an hour and I discovered that in addition to being one
kinky topguy, he also had a brain and, in fact, worked construction by day
so he could be an aspiring writer at night.  His name was Jim.  Early on, I
also gave him my real name Blake.  I liked him so far so I decided to take
it to the next level.
	Going against my safer judgement, I was totally ruled by my balls
and not my brain when I asked him if he'd be interested in doing a scene
that night.  It took him about a half a second to say "You bet" and another
to slip into a much more commanding tone of voice.
	He called me "boy."
	"Boy, are you clean inside?" he demanded.
	"Well, I took an enema earlier," I said.
	"AN enema?" he growled.  "Just ONE?"
	"Uh ... yeah .. I guess so," I replied.
	"That's YES SIR to you, boy," he snarled over the phone. "And there
will be no guessing."
	"Yes Sir," I sort of stammered, wondering what I was getting myself
into.  He had no clue where I lived at this point, so I could still escape
by merely hanging up the phone.
	"Boy, I want you to get out that enema bag and give yourself
another TEN FUCKING enemas in the next two hours. You got that?"
	"Yes Sir," I answered, still wary.  But my dick was so hard I was
on the verge of having an orgasm just from the sound of his voice.
	I will be at your house exactly two hours from now and when I knock
at the door, you'll answer it buck naked and your ass will be completely
cleaned out.  You got that, boy?"
	"Yes Sir," was all I could still muster in response as my dick
jerked yet another notch harder.
	"Are you wearing deodorant?"
	"No sir."
	"Good boy. What do your pits smell like?"
	"They're a little ripe, sir. I don't use deodorant unless I have
to."
	"Good boy ... I want you smelling rank and raunchy for your daddy."
	"YES SIR!"  I was getting into this now and the "sir" was starting
to feel pretty natural.
	I gave him directions to my house, which was about a half hour out
in the country from his home in Cleveland.  It was private without close
neighbors who would see or care who arrived at my door or who answered it
naked.
	And as I started enema #2 a few minutes after hanging up, I
realized that one man's fantasy could be another man's opportunity to
become an ax murderer.  Was I doing something insanely stupid by inviting
this unknown master-type to my home?  But as the rush of warm water filled
my guts, I closed my eyes and remembered the line from "Risky Business,"
the early Tom Cruise flick: "Sometimes you just gotta say, 'What the fuck!"
	Pretty goddamn appropriate for what I was about to do, I thought.
But relaxed and fortified by a few drops of vodka in each of my enemas, I
was soon feeling little apprehension.  In fact, my ass wouldn't stop
squirming.  I couldn't wait for him to get there.
	Precisely at 10 p.m. on that Friday night, the doorbell rang and,
as instructed, I opened it wearing not a stitch.  He was wearing tight
thread-bare jeans and no shirt with a leather harness across his broad
hairy chest and flat stomach.  A leather arm band punctuated his pumped up
left bicep and a red bandana thrust out of his left pocket.  A tattoo of a
clenched fist and a bulging flexed bicep decorated his left deltoid.
	I had quite a collection of fist fucking flicks by now so I knew
exactly what each of these symbols meant. Hell, this guy could have starred
in any of 'em..
	He handed me his over-sized leather duffle bag which was
surprisingly heavy and looked me over from head to toe, probably
purposefully taking his time to see how long I'd stand in my open front
door that way.  His black pickup truck was parked in the driveway.  When I
didn't flinch, he finally gave me a wink and a smile and said my photo
didn't come close to doing me justice.
	I invited him in and poured him his drink of choice, a vodka and
Sprite.  A double. Still naked, I felt a little self conscious as his eyes
never left their steel gaze over my body.  I guess I looked okay; well,
maybe really okay.  I stand just at 6' tall, have a hairy chest that's well
developed from the gym, and have big biceps, triceps, and forearms.  Not
body builder quality, just more of the construction worker build.  It's
always been a fantasy type for me, so I love being occasionally mistaken
for one at the bars, even though I work as an account executive in a large
ad agency in Cleveland.  The tattoos on my left bicep and right shoulder
helped further the blue collar image.
	"Damn, boy, I'm gonna have fun with you, tonight," he grinned as he
took healthly gulps of his drink.  "Big butch stud like you giving it up to
me," he continued.  "There's nothing I like more than making muscle boys
like you go crazy for my fist.  At first it's gonna hurt a little, but I'll
see to it that you get properly warmed up.  Then you're gonna beg for
it. You're gonna beg me for my fist until your cute little hairy ass is
pounded into a pulp.  And by then you're gonna be so fucking horny, you
won't care.  All you'll know is that you got to have my arm all the way up
to my stinking armpit.  That sound hot to you, boy?"
	I'd long ago been beyond the point of reason.  I just wanted to get
fisted.
	"I'd like that a lot, sir," I said, not being able to stop
shivering a little.
	"Good boy," he said as he grabbed the back of my neck in his hand
and pulled me into his raised armpit.  "Get a whiff of this, boy, as a
taste of what's to come."
	He forced my nose into an armpit that smelled of surprisingly fresh
sweat, as though he'd showered earlier but hadn't bothered with deodorant
for a long time.  I inhaled deeply and immediately felt a rush unlike any
I'd ever experienced.  Goddamn!  I couldn't help sticking out my tongue and
running it through the lather produced from the early summer day's sweat.
He smelled and tasted like the rawest, most masculine man I'd ever
encountered, light years ahead of the perfumed armpits of the vanilla guys
I'd fooled around with for all those wasted years.  I finally had found
myself a real man ... and he smelled every inch like the roofer stud I'd
hungered for since those teenaged days on my parents' roof.
	He reached for his bag and pulled out a bag of rolled joints.  I
hadn't done marijuana since college, so I wasn't real sure about doing it
now.
	"You'll need this to relax," he said as a command more than a
comment.
	"Yes Sir," I replied, deciding to go with the flow, even though my
better judgment said I should try to keep my wits about me.
	He lit the joint and took a toke and handed it to me.  I took a
long drag and handed it back. Soon it was gone and I was feeling a nice
little buzz.
	His fingers were playing at my crotch the entire time we were
smoking the joint, nudging at my balls and nibbling at my asshole.  I was
hard as a rock and the smoke (true to form) was just making me even
hornier... as it always had in the past.
	"Grab my bag and get your hungry ass up to your bedroom," he
ordered.
	"Yes Sir," I obeyed as he followed me up the stairs, pawing my ass
every step of the way.
	We got to my bedroom, which was dominated by a king sized canopy
bed. Jim roughly pushed me down face forward on my stomach and without
pretense, had his talented mouth on my asshole in about two seconds flat.
	Believe it or not, I had rarely been rimmed before.  The guys I'd
been to bed with were usually much more interested in me rimming them
before I fucked them.  This was one incredible sensation ... no doubt
enhanced by the joint we'd smoked and the heavy beard stubble that felt
like delicious sandpaper rubbing against my tender flesh.
	He must have eaten my ass for 20 minutes, generously tonguing what
seemed like pints of his spit inside my hole, making it loose, eager, and
incredibly hot for more.
	He turned me over on my back, with my head hanging over the end of
the bed.  He unzipped his jeans and pulled out an amazingly big dick, now
fully erect.
	"Suck it, boy.  Get it wet enough to fuck your butch ass."
	I needed no encouragement as he slid his cockhead into my open
lips.  I could taste the slight salt of his last urination and I liked it,
filed the thought away, and slid my tongue in and out of his foreskin.  He
pushed it forward until the head was knocking on the back of my throat.
Normally, I'm not real talented when it comes to deep throating a really
large cock, but the strange angle of my head and his standing position
allowed him to slip it deep inside my throat without any gagging or
discomfort on my part.
	We both moaned in heat at the same time as he began fucking my
throat with a thick piece of meat that had to be at least 9 or 10 inches
long.  I felt like I was at his complete mercy and I loved it. I loved him
taking control.  Here I was, the previous top guy allowing some leather
stranger with a big dick to fuck my open and willing mouth at his speed and
discretion.
	Without notice, he abruptly pulled out and roughly turned me around
so that my legs were thrust in the air off the edge of the bed.  He gave me
no warning as he rammed his dick all the way inside me with one powerful
thrust, using only his copious spit as lube. I realized instantly that he
hadn't put on a condom and I was torn between being frightened and being
even more turned on by the risks of being barebacked fucked.
	I vaguely remember shouting for him simultaneously to both fuck me
harder but not to cum in me.
	He was moaning, groaning, and ramming in and out so hard and fast I
knew he couldn't last long.  It made me even hotter to see that he was just
as turned on as me.  Finally, he pulled out and emitted a loud roar as he
shot ribbons of cum all over my cock, balls, stomach, and chest.
	It only took a couple of jerks of his big fist on my dick before I
was joining him.  I came harder than I could ever remember cumming before
and I instinctively knew that if I could feel this fucking good with just a
dick albeit big dick up my ass, just imagine how good his fist was going to
feel up there!
	He released my legs from his shoulders and began lapping up all the
collective sperm on my front side.  As he worked his way up my chest, he
eventually connected with my lips and deposited our combined loads deeply
into my mouth.  He collapsed on top of me and we kissed I mean really deep
kissed for the first time.  Sweat poured off his body and dripped onto me.
I was beyond happy.  And he had just begun.
	Jim rolled off me and reached for a side compartment on his bag.
He pulled out a small plastic ziplock back filled with a white substance.
	"What's that, sir?" I asked.
	"C," he grunted.
	"I don't understand, sir," I questioned.
	"It's called crystal.  Crystal meth.  When you do this stuff, it's
gonna go directly to your ass and make you so fuckin' horny that even my
fist won't be enough for you."
	"I've never done drugs beyond a joint or two before," I said
somewhat apprehensively.  But the squirm in my hips and the gleam in my eye
had to have given me away.
	"I know what you need, boy," he grinned.  "Just trust me and I'll
see to it that you have a fucking hot time.  You just need to just give it
up and let me call the shots from here on out. I won't let anything happen
that you don't want to happen, okay?"
	I thought for a few seconds and then decided to go once more with
Cruise's "what the fuck" line.'
	"Hit me." I said. He reached back and roughly slapped the back of
his hand across my face.
	"Hit me WHAT," he demanded.
	I winced from the unexpected blow, even though it wasn't landed
particularly hard.  As the seconds passed, the sting actually started
tingling in a not-too-unpleasant way.
	"Hit me, SIR" I replied.  "Again, please."
	He laughed and playfully swatted me again in the same place.  A
part of me actually was disappointed he didn't make the second blow as hard
as the first one.  But he was holding a full baggy of crystal and I
realized that the primary intent on his part was not to spill its contents.
	"Wet your finger and stick it inside," he ordered.  "Get a little
glob on it and then stick it under your tongue."
	My innocence depleting by the second, I obeyed and stuck my overly
wet index finger inside the bag.  I ended up with a sizeable glob of the
white stuff and before he could tell me to shake some of it off, I stuck it
in my mouth.
	"Shit, dude, you took a fucking huge hit," he said.  "You've never
done this stuff before?"
	"Nope .. I mean no SIR," I replied.
	He chuckled a little to himself and said "Okay ... if you get to
fly high, so do I," and he placed an equally large glob of the wet and
bitter powder under his tongue, telling me this method was just as good as
snorting the stuff and a hell of a lot easier on your nose.
	"Fasten your seat belt, boy ... you're in for a rough fucking
flight!" he grinned as he carefully placed the bag of C on the night stand
and wrapped his muscular arms tightly around me.
	He wrestled me around in a 69 position so that my ass was directly
above his mouth and his rehardened dick knocking at my mouth.  Immediately,
his hungry lips began licking and biting enthusiastically all over my
freshly fucked ass..
	It was a though he couldn't get enough of eating my ass, the fires
within him clearly building as the crystal started to take its effect.  I
could feel it inside me as well as his tongue frantically lapped at my
rosebud, teeth occasionally biting the tender flesh, making me writhe
uncontrollably above him as I fucked my throat up and down over his raging
hard dick.
	It was as though I had unending sexual energy as I bobbed his cock
in and out of my throat without any gagging or discomfort at all.  I wanted
his dick in me ... I NEEDED his dick in me and after who knows how long, I
heard him scream loudly into my asshole as he shot gallons of sperm
directly into my mouth.  I was beyond caring about what was safe or unsafe
at that point. I just needed to drink his big creamy load and I was doing
so as fast as he could shoot it into my mouth.
	His dick softened quickly in my mouth and, as I would later learn,
would be the last time it'd be fully erect for as long as we took lines
from the crystal.  I, amazingly, was hornier than I could ever recall being
with his lips still sucking incessantly at my asshole.  Yet, my own dick
had somehow gone from missile hard to noodle soft.
	Jim raised up and turned us both over.
	"Now you're gonna feel what it's like to be your daddy's hot little
ass toy," he leered with a slight slur.
	"Yes, sir," I managed.
	"I want to hear you ask for what you need, boy," he replied.
	"I want your fist, Sir."
	"You want what?  I didn't hear you, boy."
	YOUR FIST, SIR!  I WANT YOUR FIST NOW, SIR!
	"Where do you want it, boy?"
	"IN MY ASS, SIR!  PLEASE, SIR... I REALLY NEED IT NOW, SIR!"
	The crystal had me by the balls, so to speak, at this point, and I
was on fire with the need to have this big stud's muscled arm all the way
up my ass.
	He reached into his bag and pulled out a full can of Crisco and a
roll of plain white paper towels.
	"Roll on your back and put your legs in the air," he ordered.
	I eagerly complied, hotter than I'd ever been in my life.
	He dipped his hand into the open can of Crisco and began a slow,
gentle massage of my ass lips.  Gently, he slipped first one than two than
three fingers up my hole.  This was nothing for a guy who'd just been
royally fucked and who was used to inserting huge dildoes up his ass on a
regular basis.  I let him know quickly that he wasn't dealing with a candy
ass.
	"More, sir.  Please... I can take it, sir," I moaned.
	"Okay, boy.  Be careful what you ask for," he grinned as he planted
his whole hand at the entrance to my ass and began a steady, hard pressure
to gain its admittance.
	It hurt.  It really did.  But it was the kind of hurt that I didn't
want to go away.  Here was an incredibly built, handsome, stud master with
his big hairy paw trying to fuck its way inside me and there was no way I
was going to wimp out with whatever hurt it was temporarily causing.
	He reached over for his bag again and pulled out a brown bottle
that I'd seen used in the fist fuck videos I'd jacked off to countless
times.  Poppers.  I knew what these were.  I'd even used them from time to
time when someone would hand me some on the dance floor.  He handed the
bottle to me and I unscrewed it and thrust it first under Jim's nose.  He
took a couple of snorts and I then inhaled deeply.
	That was all it took when combined with the crystal to put me over
the edge.  Between his rush and my own, we both let go with primal screams
as his hand plunged completely into my ass all the way past his wrist.
	"OH FUUUCCCKK!" I yelled.
	"YEAH, BABY, YOU'VE GOT IT ALL NOW, MAN.  I'M FUCKING FISTING YOU!"
he shouted.
	I can't begin to describe the ecstacy of what it feels like the
first time a real man's fist invades your ass.  Aside from the obvious
feelings of being ultimately fucked and filled, it's also a sense that
without question you're out of control.  That someone else has power over
your body and is driving and steering it in whatever direction and speed he
chooses.  It's also a feeling of connection the ultimate intimacy of which
I'd never felt before. It was all of these things surging through my blood,
my brain, my ass, and my being all at the speed of light.
	Of course, the crystal helped.


A Coming of Fist -- A true story.
Chapter 2


	"I own you now, pussy boy," he snarled as he began to work his fist
slightly in and out.  "Once you've had my fist in you, you'll never be
satisfied with anything else."
	His words were rough but his actions were decidedly gentle as he
kept pushing more Crisco in my ass all around his wrist.  He was working
his hand slightly in and out, taking it almost all the way out and then
slowly pushing back in.  I could tell he was patiently warming up my ass,
getting it ready for what would inevitably get harder, longer, rougher.
	"How's that feel, boy?"
	"Oh incredible, sir. Oh it's too fucking good for words, sir.  Just
uh keep it up."
	Suddenly I felt his free hand slap hard against my pecs and he'd
developed a pissed off leer on his face.  He slapped me again, this time
really hard against my abs.
	"You like that, asshole?  You like me slapping you around you with
one hand while I fist you with the other?"
	"Oh ummmm yes sir," I moaned as I tried to squirm my ass even
deeper on his fist. He'd warmed up my ass well and I was started to feel a
deeper itch that needed scratching.
	 "I need this, sir. Please keep it up, sir.  I need more of both,
sir."
	"Take another hit of poppers, but give me one first," he ordered.
	We both took healthy hits and that sent him on a brutal assault of
abuse.  His right hand started truly fucking my ass for the first time
while his left hand pummeled my chest, stomach, and occasionally, my face,
with hard slaps that sent pain and pleasure all over my skin.
	'I'M GIVING IT TO YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING FAG!  TAKE IT!  YOU LIKING
YOUR FUCKING, BOY?
	"HARDER, SIR.  OH, PLEASE, SIR MORE !  FUCK ME!"  I begged.
	His fists alternated abuse to the point that I lost sensation of
time, speech, anything except the burning need to have his fist ramming in
and out at breakneck speed.  His blows on my outer body only made me hotter
as my skin was sizzling from the repeated slaps.  I was totally out of
control and I was in absolute lust with the topman who had seized all
control.
	I must have blacked out for a second because I came to with the
sensation of something biting my nipples.  Hard.  I looked down and saw he
had moved up to feast on my hard muscled pecs. I have very large nipples,
partly from genetics and the rest from the way I've pulled and stretched
them during jackoff sessions over the years.  I've always loved it when
somebody would lick 'em but until now, no one had really clamped down on
them like this.  And it was turning me on even more if such a thing were
possible.
	His fist was still inside me, but he'd slowed the pistoning down to
just a slow, steady pressure.  It felt like he'd gone deeper in me, but I
couldn't be sure.  I was so consumed with the sea of sensations he'd
created in me, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
	He was moaning loudly around my tit, biting it hard, chewing and
jerking roughly at it as though he were some beast trying to tear off a
piece for his dinner.
	"Damn, boy!," he muffled "you got the finest fucking nipples I've
ever tasted.  I could just stay here and chew on these big babies all night
long" as he clamped his teeth down really hard causing me to scream out.
	"That's right, boy.  Let your daddy know you're alive," he groaned
through his bites.
	He slowly fisted me deeper as he feasted on my nipples for what
seemed like hours.  We both took occasional hits of poppers which would
cause us both to, if possible, even further heat up the intensity of his
abuse.
	It was during these rushes that he would clamp down especially hard
on my tit while inching his hand ever deeper inside my ass.  Even in my
wild state, I could tell he was a master at his craft, using the pain in my
tits to distract me from his fist penetrating even further inside me. I
knew this and yet I didn't care.  I loved it.  I loved him.  I loved every
fucking wonderful act of pain and pleasure he was inflicting.
	And I still needed more.
	Of course, the crystal still helped.
	I could feel his fist starting to pull out and I wasn't ready.
	"Please, sir.  Please keep fucking me," I said. "I don't want it to
end yet, sir."
	"End?" he laughed.  "Fucker, we've just begun," he grinned.  "That
was just round one, boy.  We've got at least a dozen more to go," he
chuckled as his fist slowly popped out of my well used butt hole. I felt
like I'd just shit out a log and that my insides were now all about to fall
out.  He could read my mind.
	"Don't worry, dude.  It'll snap back quicker than you can say 'fuck
me.'  Besides, we don't want to wear you out just yet, although I have to
say that you took my fist like a pro. You sure that was your first?"
	"Damn straight .... sir," I added with a proud grin.
	"Look at this," he smiled as he held up the arm that had fucked me
so royally.  The crisco mark was halfway up his thick forearm, only inches
from his elbow.
	"I took that much?" My eyes must have been a mile wide.
	"Yep.  You're one hot amazing little fucker.  Particularly for
being your first time.  And that was just the appetizer, dude."
	He wiped off his arm with some paper towels and offered up his
armpit now really ripe from all our sweating and let me feast on it for
several minutes.  It was turning me on again and he could tell.
	"Slow down, pig.  I gotta take a leak in the worst way."  He got up
from the bed and started towards the adjacent bathroom.
	"Sir?" I asked, still flying from the C and the poppers and the
incredible rush from his armpit.
	He turned around.
	"Sir ... could I ask a favor?"
	"Sure, boy.  What is it?"
	"Sir ... I've always wanted to know what it'd be like to have a
stud like you piss on me. If it's not a turn-off, I'd really like it if you
would do that to me."
	"Turn-off?" he grinned.  "Are you fucking precious or what?  I was
hoping to eventually get you just high and hot enough so you'd beg me to
use you as my toilet.  Get over here now, pig!"
	I scrambled out of bed and followed him into the bathroom.
	"Get in the tub and on your knees," he ordered, changing his voice
back to the deep and commanding master-voice I was starting to crave.
	I climbed in and faced him, looking up at his towering height and
sweat-gleaming muscles above me.  To this day, I cannot imagine a hotter
picture than the one he presented over me.  Never had I felt so wonderfully
depraved and submissive, so willing to accept -- even beg for -- his hot
piss... so glad to be his pig.
	"Tell me what you want," he said.
	"Your piss, sir!"
	"How bad do you want it, boy?"
	"I need it bad, sir. I need your piss on me so bad, sir." I
groaned.  I was starting to squirm, wishing it were possible to also have
his fist back inside me.
	Without seeing it come, he reached back and slapped me hard across
the face.  Then again.  Even though it hurt, I could tell he was careful
not to hit so hard as to really bruise me.
	"You fucking pathetic pig," he sneered.  Get your toilet mouth on
my dick."
	I was on his big limp cock like a puppy nursing his bitch.  I
rolled it around my mouth, loving the feeling of letting its girth and
length fill my mouth so completely without being hard.
	And then I felt the first drops hit my tongue.  It was just a
little stream at first and I hungrily lapped it up.  It tasted a little
salty but sweetly delicious.  I wanted more.
	His stream started spurting out more urgently now and I was doing
all I could to swallow it.  It nonetheless starting leaking out of my mouth
and running down my neck and check, blending with the heavy sheen of sweat
that had broken out on me.
	He pulled his dick out and began hosing me with it, spraying thick
streams of piss on my chest, in my face, all in my hair, and down around my
crotch.  I was desperately trying to drink as much of it as I could, on
fire with the need to have his tasty urine filling my stomach.
	"You kinky little shit!" he grinned, clearly pleased with me.  "You
love wallowing in this man's hot piss, don't you?"
	I moaned as he continued to wash me.
	"Thank you, sir .... oh god ... it's so hot, sir!"
	Finally, the stream reduced down to a trickle and he let me put it
back in my mouth where I eagerly drained the last few drops.  This had been
so good I didn't want to give it up, but he pulled out and told me to stand
up.
	Piss was dripping off my body as he put his arms around me and gave
me a strong bear hug, pressing his sweaty chest tightly against mine,
mixing it with the piss he'd just sprayed all over me.
	"You'll be my toilet slave from now on," he said gently as he stuck
his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting the last remnants of his own piss.
	He dropped to his knees with me still standing in the tub and
looked up.
	"Now, boy, give your daddy a drink."
	He placed his lips around my penis and drew its length deep into
his mouth.  His eyes looked up at me and I could read his firm visual
command to start pissing.
	It took me a minute, but finally it started.  And within seconds I
was shooting a wicked stream of piss directly down his throat.  He gulped
rapidly, not missing a drop.  When I finished, he stood up, hugged me
again, and planted his lips against mine.  When my mouth opened, he gave me
a mouthful of my own piss which I eagerly gulped.
	I still liked his better and, following his next orders, went and
got him another extra tall glass of Sprite and vodka..


A Coming of Fist --
A true story.  Chapter 3

	"Jump in the shower and rinse yourself off a little," he commanded.
"Don't use any soap and make sure you don't get those ripe armpits wet.  I
want those babies reeking.  Got it?"
	"Yes, sir," I said as I stepped into the shower and pulled the door
closed.
	"Leave it open, asshole," he ordered, holding his drink in his
hand.
	"Yes, sir," as I turned on the water and began rinsing as best I
could without wetting my armpits.  It was strange having this guy watch me
shower but I started getting turned on as I ran my hands over my tits,
gently pinching them, never feeling his constant gaze leave me.  I felt
like an object of desire ... his desire ... and despite the daddy/master
boy/slave roles we were playing, I'd never felt more like a man in my
entire life.
	"That's enough. Dry off and come back to the bedroom."
	He left and I quickly toweled myself off, pausing just long enough
to take a long whiff of my sweaty pits.  Good!  They were still stinking to
high heaven... just the way my Fist Master had ordered.
	I came back into the room and saw that he'd pulled several more new
things out of the black bag.
	"Here, take another hit of the C ... you're gonna need it," he
ordered. This time he used his own finger to grab the white powder and as
he brought it up to my open mouth, I noticed it was not much different in
amount than my first big hit, but figured what the hell I'd loved -- no,
craved -- everything we'd done so far.  He took an equal size hit himself
and then stared at me with a rather evil look that half frightened me, but
mostly just made me excited with anticipation.
	"We're gonna play a little fantasy game, boy.  Only you're gonna
believe it's for real.  It's real simple.  You're gonna pretend you're 18
and home alone. You're gonna be up in your bedroom with a big fat cucumber
up your ass and your big brute of a daddy's gonna come home and catch you
in the act."
	My god, how could he have guessed?  I hadn't told him what I used
to do with cucumbers at that age.... I'd never told anybody.  He was either
a psychic or a god ... maybe both.
	He continued to stare intently at me.  He was taking this very
seriously and I could tell this fantasy -- for whatever hidden reason --
was a major turn on for him
	That made two of us..
	"The rest of the scene is gonna be a surprise.  From that point on,
you'll do whatever I tell you to do, exactly the way I tell you.  Got it?"
	"Yes sir," I said.  My heart was beating so fast that I thought I
would pass out.
	"Is your ass into trying this, boy?" he asked, giving me the option
of backing out, I suppose which was a good sign I'd likely be okay when it
was all over.
	"You bet, sir I mean ... daddy sir."
	"Good boy.  You're gonna have a hot fucking time as long as you do
what I say.  You got any cucumbers?"
	"Uh ... no sir ... I don't think so."
	"Then we'll have to use this," he said as he reached one more time
into the bag and pulled out a thick butt plug.
	"I'm gonna go downstairs and have another drink while you get
yourself all hot and bothered on this baby here.  And just remember
... when I come back, you're 18 years old, your ass can't ever get enough
action, and you've got one fucking mean stud for a dad."
	"Yes sir .. uh dad," I replied, getting into the role.  I'd always
had such wild fantasies, actually creating the reality of this one would be
easy.  Several minutes later, as the latest hit of crystal started to kick
in again, I was already getting turned on about the mystery of what was
about to happen.
	I was on the bed on my hands and knees, rubbing the thick plug
around my itchy ass hole.  I lubed it up generously with some crisco and
then began to stick it in.  As good as it felt to have something else back
up my ass, I instantly realized that a mere dildo would never again be good
enough to satisfy me again now that I'd had Jim's er, DAD's fist and arm
inside me.
	Nonetheless, I started getting into the son role as I began fucking
it in and out, squirming my hairy butt all around the butt plug, wishing it
could come to life and morph into my dad's thick wrist and forearm.
	"WHAT THE FUCK!"
	I woke from my daze to see my dad standing at the entrance to the
bedroom.
	"Dad ... uh ...oh shit ... I thought you were at work."
	"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?  SHIT ALMIGHTY, I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
MY BIG JOCK SON IS FUCKING HIMSELF WITH WHAT'S THAT?  A FUCKING CUCUMBER?"
	"Dad ... please .... I'm sorry ... God ... I thought you were ..."
	"You thought I was at the construction site for the day, didn't
you, you little fag. And here you are with a fucking green vegetable all
the way up your asshole.  GODDAMNIT, BOY!"
	I'd been so startled by his appearance that I still had the plug
all the way to the hilt with the ridge at the end trapping the plug inside
me. I reached back to try and pull it out and he walked over and roughly
knocked my hand away.
	"How could I have raised myself a fucking faggot!  Well, boy, if
it's a dick you really want up your queer ass, then we're gonna let you
keep this thing stuck up there while you get your punishment. GET UP!  And
don't you fucking let that thing pop out of your asshole!"
	Dad aka Jim went over to the black duffle bag Jim had brought and
pulled out a section of white rope.
	"Turn around, boy, and put your hands in front of you."
	I obeyed as he wrapped the cotton rope around both my wrists and
then tied them together.  I could tell that he'd left just enough play in
it to keep the circulation from being cut off.
	"Lift your arms up, boy," he ordered as he took another length of
rope and tied it to the post on the bed's steel canopy top.  I was suddenly
trussed up like a side of beef and, despite the genuine fear (and the
crystal), I could feel my dick getting hard.
	"Look at that," he sneered.  "The little faggot is liking this.
He's got a fat cucumber up his ass and a hard dick from his daddy tieing
him up.  Well let's see how much you like your punishment."
	He reached into the bag and pulled out a wide leather belt.  It was
old and well worn, but it was nonetheless a very powerful symbol being held
by this hot daddy stud still wearing his leather harness.
	He slapped it a couple of times against my chest and I quivered in
excitement.  My dick was amazingly erect already and I couldn't wait to
feel the belt's cruel sting.  But I knew I also had a role to play.
	"Please dad ... please don't hit me with that," I begged.  "I'm
sorry, dad.  I can't help it if my ass gets so hungry for something in it.
It never used to until coach ..."
	"COACH!" he roared.  "WHAT ABOUT COACH?"
	I grinned to myself at the way I was steering him exactly where we
both wanted this to go.
	"It's nothing, dad .... I shouldn't have said anything.  Just give
me my whipping and let's get it over with."
	He lashed the belt across my belly really hard, causing me to groan
loudly in welcome pain.
	"What did Coach do?" he demanded, now angrier than ever.  "TELL ME
BOY!" as he lashed another welt across my heaving pecs.
	"Well, coach comes over sometimes when you're away on a
construction job and he likes to uh fuck me.  He told me as long as it's
just between two straight jocks just getting their rocks off, it'd be okay
and that it didn't mean either one of us is queer."
	"BULLSHIT!" my father raged, slamming the belt across my body
again.  I couldn't help but groan again in sweet pain/pleasure.
	 "Your fucking fag football coach is coming over here and fucking
my big jock boy in the ass!"
	"Please dad ... I promised not to tell .... please just keep it
between us."
	He suddenly reared back and lashed the hardest force yet against my
chest.
	"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled as he sent another lash on my
stomach.  I couldn't help it ... my dick lurched forward even harder now.
	He started plummeting the belt all over my body, starting with the
chest, moving to my back, and spending lots of time on my tender ass
cheeks.
	I was screaming loudly, begging him to please stop, all the while
hoping he'd keep it up for hours.  All those years of fantasies about being
abused were finally being realized.
	He finally stopped and was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off
his pumped up muscles.  I wanted desperately to lick it all up.  He grabbed
my jaw between his bulging fist and clenched it tightly.
	"Tell me, boy ... what else did the coach do to you?"
	"Well ..." I stammered, out of breath myself. "He'd make me suck on
his cock ... and make me lick his butthole too.  Sometimes he'd .... uh
dad, this is so embarrassing.  Please just whip me some more, okay?"
	"You sick little slut, you're actually liking this, aren't you," he
snarled, the gleam in his eye signaling that he was real pleased with my
performance.  "BOY, TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT ELSE HE DID TO YOU -- NOW!"
	"Well ..."  I stammered, "sometimes after he'd fuck me with his
dick, I'd still be really hot and turned on and my ass would still be so
fucking hungry -- so he would put his fist up in me and fuck me that way."
	"Goddamn!  You perverted little whore!"  His voice was much calmer
now.  I could see a change coming over "dad" and I couldn't wait for what
came next.
	"Well, I can see that I need to step up your punishment another
level, boy.  I need to inflict some real hurt on you so you'll never let
Coach anywhere near your cunt ass again."
	"Please dad, I need it, sir.  I really need you to punish me, sir.
I need you to let me know how bad I've been.  Please punish me hard, sir!"
I was pulling against the ropes, desperately needing his belt, his fist,
his power, his fury.
	He reached up and untied the rope that was connected to the bed,
keeping my wrists still tied together.  He roughly led me over to the
corner of the room where, unnoticed till now, he had spread an old blanket
of mine on the floor.  My set of barbells, complete with full weights on
them, were against the wall. He pushed me down and tied the rope around my
wrists to the barbell rod.  He then pulled the red bandana from his left
back pocket and tied it around my eyes, effectively blinding me.  My pulse
rate quickened as I realized that I was now powerless to stop absolutely
anything he wanted to do to me.
	He shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath
deeply.
	I heard him do the same as I suddenly felt another onslaught of
lashes against my back and ass.  These were even harder than before and I
realized he'd switched from the belt to a sort of riding crop with a wide
leather head on the end.  It made a delicious sound as it swished through
the air, connecting with my flesh with a intense splash of isolated hot
pain.  I writhed in glorious pain-pleasure as he whipped me, loving the
vile obscenities he shouted at me as he did so.
	He stopped and my ears followed him over to the weight bench in the
corner, sliding it over behind me so that he could presumably sit on it
while he whipped me.  The new whip was feeling pretty fucking wonderful by
now, but I realized that my ass was squirming so hard on that butt plug, it
was desperately trying to get something more.
	He reached forward and pulled it out in one plop, making me briefly
moan.

	"So, you little pig whore ... you like your coach's fist stuck up
your ass, do you?"
	"Yes sir," I moaned.  I was so hot, high, and horny now, I was
beyond shame and I couldn't distinguish between my roles.  "Please give me
your fist, dad.  Please fuck me hard, sir.  I need you inside me so bad,
sir."
	"Your punishment ain't over, boy.  In fact, it's just beginning.
But before you get my fist, you're gonna have to deal with some big time
hurting, you worthless piece of shit!"
	I shuddered in anticipation as I heard him get up and go get
something from the bed.  Then I heard his heavy boots dropping on the floor
in sequential thuds and the rustle of denim sliding off his legs.  I had no
clue what he was up to.
	The subtle ting of the crisco can jostled against the wood floor
and I was thrilled at the thoughts of his hand sliding back inside me for a
rough fist fuck.
	"Take several hits, boy," he ordered as the popper bottle
reappeared under my nose. I heard him do the same and as the rush hit me, I
could feel the tips of his fingers tickling my ass cheeks.
	I pushed back, impatiently wanting him to push in when I realized
that it wasn't his hand knocking at my back door.  He was going to put his
fucking foot in me!
	He squished his crisco-laden toes all around my asshole, lubing it
liberally for the onslaught to come.  I'd never imagined a foot going up my
ass and I was suddenly on fire for him to do it.
	"Oh please, dad ..... please fuck me with your foot."
	"BEG FOR IT, PIG!" he shouted as he landed a hard blow of the whip
across my shoulders.  I shuddered in excitement as the wave of pain flashed
across my back.
	"GOD, SIR, this is so HOT!  PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR FOOT, DAD!
PLEASE SIR, I NEED IT SO BAD!"
	He sent another couple of lashes across my back and pressed his
foot hard against my ass.  I could feel him curling his toes into a narrow
point as he pressed firmly against the hole.  He pressed forward and I
pushed backward until suddenly, he was in.
	"It hurts, sir!" I moaned genuinely.  This was the thickest thing
I'd ever tried to get inside me.
	"It's supposed to hurt, pig.  That's why I'm fucking you with my
big size 12, you whore.  You let the coach fuck you with his fist and you
expect me just to pleasure you with the same?"
	I kept pushing back against his foot, trying to get it in far
enough so that the pain would turn to pleasure.  I moaned loudly as I did
it, not sure where the pain ended and the pleasure began.
	Keeping his foot amazingly steady, he leaned far forward and shoved
the bottle of poppers back under my nose.  I inhaled deeply, taking an
especially strong hit.
	That was all I needed.  Suddenly his foot was the finest fucking
thing I'd ever felt.  He started shoving it in and out, fucking me with it
as he continued to rain lashes down on my back with the crop.
	"Take it, boy!  Take your daddy's big fucking foot up your faggot
ass.  You liking this boy?"
	"Oh YES, SIR!" I shouted.  "Please sir ... please give me more,
sir!"
	He stepped it up another notch and started really shoving his foot
hard in and out of my heaving ass.  I was close to being out of control and
I begged him to go even harder with both his foot and his whip.
	After an eternity of nearly out of control abuse, he slowed down as
we both caught our breaths.  I was drenched in my own sweat and the sweat
smells coming from both of us were just as overwhelming as the poppers had
been.
	"You really got into that, didn't you boy?" he asked.  His voice
was normal again and I could tell he'd exited the fantasy.
	"Yes, sir.  I liked it a lot.  I don't want it to end," as I
squirmed back for even more of his big foot in me.
	"We're not ever gonna stop," he said. But it's time to move on.
Hell you've been pumping on my foot for most of the last hour."
	I had no idea we'd been doing that for so long but was nonetheless
sad when he slowly pulled it out.  I heard the sound of paper towels being
torn and figured he was gonna clean up his foot and then untie me.
	But the ropes and the blindfold stayed on.  I heard him get closer
behind me and then smelled the poppers as he held them under my nose once
again.  He took a snort also and then told me to just go with whatever came
next.
	I felt his fingers at my still heaving asshole and realized he was
trying to insert his dick inside me.  The crystal had made it pretty soft
but it was still a long piece of meat even when totally flacid.  He got it
inside and then pressed it all the way until I could feel his crotch hairs
scratching my tenderized ass.  The poppers had given me a nice buzz and I
had an overwhelming feeling of warmness inside me.
	That's when I realized he was pissing up my ass.
	"Yeah, baby ..".he groaned "...take your daddy's hot piss all the
way up your fucking boy pussy."
	It felt incredible and I was moaning as loudly as he as my first
piss enema filled me up with hot its soothing, seething warmth.
	"Oh .... mmmmmm ....thank you, sir," I groaned as I wiggled against
his thick piece of meat.
	"You should thank me twice because you're gonna get a nice hit of
second hand crystal in a few minutes,." he grinned as he pulled off the
blindfold and started untying me while his dick stayed inside me, acting
like a cork..
	"Thank you twice, sir," I said, literally feeling a renewed rush
all over again.
	He pulled out, grabbed the poppers and the crisco and led me on
unsteady feet back into the bathroom.  Feeling really full, I started to
head for the toilet but he stopped me and told me just to hold it in a
little longer.  He then stepped into the over-sized bathtub and stretched
his long legs out as he laid back.
	"Get in, boy," he ordered, "and get on your hands and knees above
me."
	I wasn't real sure what he was trying to do, but he helped me get
into position so that my ass was just above his chest and my head was just
above his dick.  I couldn't help but put it in my mouth, hoping I'd get
just a little more piss.
	And I wasn't disappointed.  He still had some left as he pissed his
final streams deep into my gulping throat.
	Then came the surprise.
	"Let both take some poppers and then I want you to do something
really raunchy for me, boy."
	"Yes sir," I replied as I took a strong hit and handed him the
bottle.
	"Now squat down," he ordered as I felt his lips come into contact
with my ass.
	He stuck his tongue deep inside me and I knew there was no way I
could hold in all the piss he'd hosed up there.
	"Sir ..... I can't hold it ...." I warned.
	He pressed his mouth even closer and I knew then what he wanted.
	I tried to control the flow ..... a little at a time, but it wasn't
easy after all the fucking my ass had endured so far that night.  But he
eagerly sucked at my asshole like a man dying of thirst.  This was so hot I
couldn't stand it as I released his piss back into his mouth a little at a
time.
	I had probably emptied about half of his piss and it felt like he'd
drunk every drop. He pushed me up and said heatedly, "Quick ... hand me the
lube."
	I reached up and grabbed the can of crisco as he told me to get my
ass up and on my hands and knees above his face.
	He stuck several globs of the white stuff in and around my ass and
wasted no time in sticking his fist straight up my hole.
	"Oh thank you, sir," I managed as his big thick hand once again
found its way home.
	He pressed forward, sliding what felt like a big part of his wrist
and forearm inside.  I could feel it squishing and mixing with the piss
that remained up there and, as he began to pump, I could feel it leaking
out around his arm and down my thighs as he fucked it in and out.
	He had a bird's eye view of his fist in my ass as I was literally
right above his face.
	"This is so fucking beautiful," he moaned.  "I wanna get my whole
fucking arm in you, boy.  You want that, boy?  You want your daddy's big
arm all the way?"
	"Oh yeah .. oh yeah, sir.  Please give it to me, sir.  Please stick
your whole goddamn arm in me."
	I was hot and high and beyond all reason at this point.  I just
wanted him as deep as I could take it and he was clearly turned on by his
power over me to make it happen.
	"Okay, boy, for this to work you're gonna have to make it work.  As
I push in, you're gonna have to open up inside and push back.  Just will it
to happen, boy.  Concentrate on relaxing yourself inside and just let me
slide it in."
	"Oh yes, sir .....yeah .... it feels really good so far, sir."
	"You're doing real good, boy.  You've almost got my elbow.  Take
another hit of poppers and just go for it."
	I breathed deeply from the bottle and knew immediately that I'd
pass this test with flying colors.  As the rush consumed me, I just sat
down on it, pushing inches more deep inside me within a matter of seconds.
	"Goddamn!" he shouted.  "You're taking my whole fucking elbow!
Shit!  You're almost all the way up my bicep now!"
	I was breathing hard and trying to not hyperventilate.  I had a
Mack truck parked up my ass and I was trying desperately to hold on to some
sense of reality.  But as he wiggled his fingers deeply inside my guts, I
lost it.
	"AHHHHHH .....  Uhhhhh .... FUUCCCCKKK ME!" I screamed.  I babbled
incoherently as he started fucking his arm in and out of my hole.  I
realized at some point that I was doing most of the fucking as I raised
myself up and down as fast as my thighs would lift me.
	He just kept saying "Goddamn" over and over again.  I think he was
totally amazed that I was taking his brutal fucking so deeply so that his
only words that could come out were "goddamn!"  Of course, he was also
soaring really high on the crystal as well.
	Finally, my legs gave out and I collapsed on top of him with his
arm still deep inside me.  He slowly and carefully pulled out until just
his fist remained inside.
	"Mmmmmm," I moaned.  "Please don't stop."
	He laughed as he indeed pulled out what must have been one
exhausted hand and arm.
	"You are such a fucking beautiful pig!  We'll take a little rest,
boy, and then start all over again.  How's that?"
	"Okay, sir..... whatever you say sir."  My body was exhausted but
my butt remained as insatiable as ever, if not even more so now.  I managed
to get out of the tub and stepped in the shower to wash the crisco and piss
and ass juices off my lower half.  Jim soon joined me under the warm spray,
hugging me tightly as he stuck his tongue down my throat.  I could taste
the combination of piss and ass juice in his mouth and it made me start
getting hot all over again.
	"Take a short little enema and come find me," he said.

Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 11:40:27 +0000
From: redflag@att.net
Subject: Coming of Fist 2

A Coming of Fist - A True Story
by Blake

RedFlag@worldnet.att.net
Chapter 4


	I found him by following the trail of his leather harness out my
now-open front door.  It was probably 2 or 3 in the morning at this point
and a full moon made the night look almost as light as dusk.  The
temperature hadn't dropped much at all and the heavy still air made it feel
like I'd walked into a steam room -- just the way I love it.
	I was admittedly a little apprehensive about waltzing out my front
door totally naked, but I was still very high and amazingly horny and ever
more intrigued by this big topman who had taken me to the highest, wildest
heights I'd ever experienced.
	At least so far, that is.
	And at this point I was shamelessly seeking him out for more.
	I walked down the driveway and found him sitting on the tailgate of
his pickup truck.  He was now fully naked, his trunk-like thighs spread
wide open in gaping invitation, in full view of anybody who would happen to
pass by on the rural country road.
	I wasn't too worried about that at this time of night since it was
rare to ever hear a vehicle go by after midnight.  Besides me, the only
people who lived here were farmers who went to bed early and were up with
the roosters.
	He'd stretched a blanket out over the truck bed and had brought the
four essentials: crisco, paper towels, the black bag, and the bag of
crystal.  In the bright moonlight, the sweat glistened on his hairy pecs
and I could smell his rank and raunchy pits even from the driveway.
	"It's time to see how much of a pig you really are, boy." he said.
	"Sir? What do you mean?" I replied, my heart beating a little
faster at whatever extreme thing he was going to make me do.
	"Get down on your knees, boy, and suck my cock while I'm talking to
you."
	I dove down on his thick prick in record time.
	"Now I've got you totally exposed to anybody who happens to drive
by.  They'll see exactly what kind of cocksucker their big, butch-acting
neighbor really is, boy.  And in just a few minutes, they're gonna see my
big hairy fist fucking inside your heaving pig ass and they'll be shocked.
Hell, they'll probably call the county cops and put us both in jail.
What'd you think, boy?  You hungry enough for my big fist to take that kind
of chance?"
	He was so incredibly verbal ... his verbal abuse turning me on big
time.  As I hungrily sucked on his long, still-limp dick, I shuddered in
delight.
	But he needed an answer and I weighed my options: Get brutally fist
fucked in the great outdoors and take the chances of being caught and
arrested ... or tell this hairy hunk to go home.
	It wasn't even close.  Besides, who ever drives this road this late
at night?
	My answer was prompt, sure, and clearly turned on as I lifted my
lips off of his hardening dick.
	"Fuckin' A, sir! ... Fuckin' fist me whatever way that pleases
you." I was beyond hot at this point and the thoughts of getting brutally
fisted in my front driveway ... in the back of his hot fucking pickup truck
... well "please give it to me here and now, SIR!"
	"Yeah, boy, I can do that for you" he grinned.  He stuck my finger
in his mouth and opened the bag of crystal.
	"Take a good hit, baby.  I'm gonna fuck you here till dawn."
	I took an especially big hit, figuring that if I'm gonna put on a
show, it might as well be all the way.  Jim did the same so I knew we were
in for a mutually out-of-control time.
	"Sir .... can I ask a favor?" I said, feeling some kinky bold
courage all of the sudden.
	"Sure, boy .. you've earned at least one favor so far tonight."
	"Would you treat me like a real slave, sir?  Just abuse me as much
as you want and sort of treat me like scum?"
	"Are you sure about this, boy?  Be sure you know what you're
asking, cause if you give the word, I'll show no mercy."
	I thought about what he said for about 5 seconds and gulped.
	"Yes sir....  Do whatever you want to me ... the rougher the
better."  Me and the crystal had truly given myself up to this hot fist
master.
	"You got it, asswipe," he snarled.  "Just one word for you to
remember, though: 'Stop.'  You use that word and it's over.  No matter
what's going down, you say the word 'stop' and the scene is over.
Understood?"
	I gulped again.  He was giving me an out if I needed it.  That made
any lingering apprehensions (as though there were any) completely
disappear.  As high as we both were, he was considering my safety and I
appreciated it.  I was suddenly charged with an huge surge of energy
focused on three things: pleasing my stud master, getting his fist back
inside me, and having his welcomed brutality rain down on my body.
	"Understood, sir.  Please show no mercy, sir.  I need this, sir.  I
think I've waited my whole life for this moment, sir."  I truly felt that
the next few hours would become a life changing experience.
	"Damn, you're fucking unbelievable," he said, genuine amazement
even admiration showing in his voice.  "I know I've been waiting my whole
life for a big butch slave like you who has no fucking limits.  Goddamn,
I'm having fun with you!"
	"Do it, sir!" I begged.  "Please fucking DO IT NOW!"  The latest
hit of C was kicking in already and I was well primed for anything he
wanted to inflict on me.  Hell, I was wondering what was taking him so
long!
	Jim went to the front of his truck and opened the door.  I heard
him searching behind the seat and then the clanging of metal as he walked
around to the back of the truck bed and jumped in again.
	"Hold out your fuckin' hands, slave," he snarled.
	I complied and he snapped a different pair of handcuffs around each
of my wrists.
	"Get on your hands and knees and crawl forward," he ordered.
	I crawled toward the open window of the Ford Ranger's cab and
waited for the next instruction.  My body was already tingling with
expectation.  My ass was on fire with hunger for the return of his fist.
	"That's far enough, slave. Stop right there," he ordered as I was
about halfway up the truck bed.
	He grabbed the handcuffs holding my left wrist and attached it to a
chain connected to a slot in the side of the truck bed.  I watched him
insert a key in the other side and then immediately re-lock it on a chain
located on the opposite side of the truck.  I was suddenly trapped in the
back of his pickup, unable to now leave unless he chose to free me.
Despite all the crystal in my system, my cock jerked towards another
erection as I started to get into this hot, exposed scene.  No matter who
drove by or looked out, my ass was trapped there without shame, exposed
wide open to whoever wanted to look.
	"Don't move a fucking muscle, slave, until I get back."
	He went back to the front of the truck and through the open cab
window I could see him searching in the glove compartment for something.
Finally he returned and he grabbed the short hair of my head and roughly
pulled it up and back.
	"Open your mouth, asshole," he ordered.
	I complied and his index finger went inside with a small square of
paper attached to it.
	"Chew this up and swallow it," he demanded.
	Again, I followed his order and swallowed the unknown element he'd
placed in my mouth.
	"You just took a big fucking hit of acid, slave," his hot breath
super close to my ear.  "This is going to make you fly even higher.  You're
gonna see things you've never seen before, feel things you've never felt
before, and most important you're gonna beg me to fuck you so hard your pig
ass will never be the same.  You like that, slave boy?"
	"Oh God ... yes sir" I moaned.  I was already ready for anything he
wanted to do to me and the anticipation of yet another mind altering
experience made me feel even less in control and eager for his abuse.
	I felt him applying generous globs of Crisco at my ass and
shamelessly squirmed my open hole back on his probing fingers.  At this
point I was beyond having inhibitions or guilt and I eagerly let him know
that I just needed to be fucked hard by his plunging fist.
	The brown bottle of poppers appeared at my nose and I inhaled
deeply several times before the cap was screwed back on but not before I
heard him take a few hits himself.
	Finally, without preamble, his fist plunged roughly to the hilt
inside me in one overwhelmingly merciless punch.  I screamed in pain and
pleasure with the rough assault but immediately felt a deep hunger that
wanted more.  I backed up against him, trying to capture more of his wrist
inside me like a whore in complete and utterly depraved heat.
	"Oh .. fuck me, sir!" I yelled, not caring what distant neighbor
might hear.  "FUCK ME HARD, MASTER!" I screamed.
	"Yeah, slaveboy ... I'm giving you what you need!" he growled as he
pistoned his entire forearm in and out of my heaving backside.
	He punch fucked me brutally, paying no heeds to my shouts and
screams.  I didn't care either at this point. In fact, I needed this,
wanted this, brazenly begged him to give it to me even harder.
	My ass was separated from my logic to the point that I still wasn't
getting enough.  All those dildo fucks I'd given myself had made my ass
tough and able to take anything he could dish out.  I was now bucking back
as hard as I could given the chains locking me to the truck.
	"Please sir harder MORE, please," I pleaded.
	"You are one fucking sick pig," he moaned, clearly turned on
himself as he moved the speed and force of his plunges to the next notch of
intensity.
	Suddenly I felt something else at my asshole.  It was his other
hand and I immediately welcomed its intrusion.
	"Let's see if you can take two hands, fucker," he growled as he
roughly plunged at least 3 fingers in my ass next to his wrist.
	"Oh yeah, sir ... I can take it, sir!" I was out of control, aided
by the crystal and the beginnings of the acid trip he'd forced on me.
	I could tell he was being careful as he gradually worked the other
hand inside me.  This made me even more eager to take it, since I truly
felt he would not lose control even as I inevitably seemed to be doing.
The second hand was briefly withdrawn and the bottle of poppers reappeared
at my nostrils. I inhaled deeply.
	Moments later, a flash of hot pain was suddenly replaced by an
enormous rush of pleasure as I felt his second hand push into my extended
ass alongside the original.  I was on the verge of losing all control with
the rush of sensations he was suddenly inflicting on me.
	"OHHHH .... FUUUCCCCK MEEEEE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
I was beyond caring about anything whatsoever at this point beyond the need
to have both of his big fists plunging inside me.
	"Yeah... take it pussy," he growled. "Take both of my fucking fists
up your sweet hairy asshole!"
	Suddenly we both heard the churn of an approaching engine.  From
the sounds of it, it was very close.  And before either of us could do
anything, a pickup truck passed by, its headlights briefly flooding us with
light, exposing the scene of his double-fucking my stretched ass.
	The truck passed and we both breathed a momentary sigh of relief
that it wasn't a patrolling sheriff's deputy.  Perhaps he didn't see us;
hopefully he was focusing on the road ahead, oblivious to the two dark
figures fist fucking in the black pickup truck in my driveway.
	My mind went back to the double fisting I was getting and I stepped
it up a notch.
	"More, sir!  Please fuck me harder with your fists!"
	He responded like the pro he clearly was, picking up the speed and
depth of his plunges yet another notch, occasionally leaning over to
brutally clamp down his teeth into the back of my neck like a beast
possessed with marking me as his territory.
	We were both totally consumed with the rage and the lust of the
scene.  So much that we were suddenly flooded with the light of headlights
pulling into the driveway behind his parked truck.  I looked behind me and
saw that it was the same truck that had passed by just minutes before.  I
knew that we were either in trouble or perhaps about to take this scene to
another level.
	Jim kept his cool.  He also kept both his fists inside me.
	"Howdy," said the deep masculine voice as it exited the truck.
	"Howdy yourself," said my master.
	He was tall and beefy and was holding a can of beer in his
hand. Either this was some big built redneck about to try and kick our fag
asses ... or he liked what he was seeing and came back for a closer look.
	We'd soon find out one way or another.
	"Looks like you two boys are having a little fun," said the first
voice.
	"Yeah ... you got a problem with that?" Jim replied in a deep
voice, somewhat threateningly.
	"Fuck no," the new man said.  "Never seen two guys doing that
before. Looks pretty fuckin' hot to me.  I might even be interested in
having me some of that.  Is he a cocksucker?"
	Jim's voice turned from stern to warm.
	"Fuck, yes, buddy -- the best.  He's just a slave and he likes
being used by his master.  Hell, the more shit you do to him, the more he
likes it."
	I liked being talked about this way, as though I was just an object
to be used and shared with a complete stranger.  It make me push back even
further into his hands, sending them a notch deeper inside my hungry ass.
	"See?  Fucking pig can't get enough.  Why don't you strip down and
get you some of this."
	"Yeah ...looks fuckin' hot and I'm fuckin' horny.  Had a big fight
with my wife and she kicked me out.  It's been a long time since I fooled
around with a guy, but tonight I'm so fucking fed up with cunts, a good
cocksucker is exactly what I need.  I'm so fucking pissed, I need to use
and abuse something real bad."
	"Then go for it, buddy," Jim grinned.  "Just get your ass up here.
You can fuck this boy pussy as much as you want and he'll just beg you for
more."
	The guy acted like he'd been drinking just enough to make him
pretty mean.  He clamped his hands inside his sweat stained and tattered
tee shirt and ripped it off in one angry stroke.  Damn!  This guy was
serious.  He sat down on the tailgate and pulled off his cowboy boots and
then yanked his tight jeans down off his ankles and onto the concrete.  As
he turned around to face us, the underwear slid off his hips to reveal an
already hard sausage, enormously huge to my eyes, and the object of much
desire to a mouth that now desperately wanted to be sucking cock while my
master double fisted me.
	The farm hardened muscle stud jumped into the truck bed and made
his way to the end where he came around and roughly slapped his hard cock
against my cheek.  I eagerly sought it out and then clamped down on it with
my mouth, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the stud.  I looked up at
him in the moonlight and saw a stone hard chest and flat belly covered with
dark hairy ringlets.  He looked like an Italian or a Greek just my type and
his 2-3-day beard stubble was just as hot as the rank smell of unwashed
prick that was overpowering my nostrils at the moment.
	Jim intensified his double fist fucking of my ass, seeming to get
off on the image of this dark and swarthy stud now aggressively fucking my
mouth with his thick, long ramrod.
	"Take my dick, faggot," the farmer growled. "Suck my cock good,
boy," as he pumped his rigid dick in and out of my hungry mouth.
	"Slap him around a little, dude," Jim ordered. "He likes it rough.
Make him know he's getting fucked by two masters now!"
	The farmer took the back of his hand and knocked my left jaw into
the next county and proceeded to do the same to the right side.  He was
quickly getting close to an orgasm and began slapping my head hard as he
plunged in and out of my throat.
	"Suck it, queer!" he ordered.  "Take this big cock down your faggot
throat!"
	I was loving being called such vile names almost as much as the
feeling of sucking a straight man's big cock as my master/daddy was fist
fucking me with both his hands.  This was about as hot as I could have ever
imagined and I was in overdrive with the sensations I was getting all over
my body.
	The acid was kicking in as well, making me see all kinds of lights
and halos dancing around the cock fucking my mouth. They all seemed to be
shooting directly from the full moon, as though it were raining down
droplets of pleasure all over me.  Pain was long forgotten, replaced by an
unbearable need to be fucked, abused, and humiliated even more.
	The farmer grabbed my head in a vise grip and fucked his dick deep
into my throat. He was getting close to cumming and I wanted desperately to
eat his thick load.
	"TAKE IT, BOY!  I'M CUMMMMMINGGG!" he yelled loudly enough to wake
the neighborhood.
	I felt the first spurt of his cum splashing against my tonsils and
I immediately pulled back to get the rest of his load on my tongue and
taste buds.  He must have not cum for at least a month as spurt after heavy
spurt kept splashing against the roof of my mouth.  I was swallowing as
fast as I could but he kept flooding me with his hot, salty and prolific
semen.
	Finally, his orgasm slowed down and I continued to just suck on his
softening dick, trying to extract the last remaining ooze of his thick load
into my mouth.  All the time, Jim kept fucking me ever deeper and deeper
with his two fists, roughly ramming them in and out without any apparent
concern for my pain..  In fact, I think he was convinced correctly so that
I needed his powerful fuck as much as I needed to drink the cum of the huge
dick that was pouring its load into my mouth.
	I was still handcuffed to the truck's bed and, accordingly, had to
stay on my hands and knees as the farmer pulled his still half hard dick
out of my mouth and Jim reluctantly pulled his fists from my ass.
	"You liked fucking my slave boy's pussy mouth?" my master asked.
	"Shit, yeah.  He knows what he'd doing, man."
	"You ever fisted a man's ass?"
	"Nope, but watching you do it made me pretty fucking hot, dude.
I'd sure as hell like to try that sometime."
	"Well there's no time like the present.  But first, why don't you
and I rest a minute and you can take a hit of what we're doing."
	Jim reached for the bag of crystal and stuck his wet finger into
it.  It emerged with a big glob of white power that went under the farmer's
willing tongue.
	"Damn ... tastes kind of bitter," he said. "But what the fuck."
	Jim stuck his finger back inside the baggy and gave both him and
myself smaller additional hits.  I was beyond caring at this point. I was
just so hot and hungry for his fists back up my ass that nothing mattered
beyond my being filled to the hilt with his power and fury.
	This was what I needed.  This was the culmination of a lifetime of
denial yet preparation.  This was the submission and the utter depravity
that I had craved but never acknowledged.
	I had never felt better in my entire life.  I suddenly knew what I
was meant to be.


A Coming of Fist - A True Story by Blake - RedFlagOH@aol.com
Chapter 5

	I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control while the
sounds of the two studs rustled behind me, popping fliptop cans.  The
dancing light from the sky was just too intense for me to handle at the
moment.
	When I opened my eyes, I looked up, my hands still cuffed to the
sides of Jim's truck and could see the sky just beginning to show the signs
of dawn. As high as I was, I still realized that the early morning farm
traffic would soon be beginning on the road in front of us.
	Jim and Gus (short for Gustavos I later learned he was indeed
second generation Greek) were both sitting beside me drinking beers from
Gus' cooler, but I could again feel Jim reading my mind.
	SIR--could I have a beer, please?" I asked.  I was dying of thirst.
	"Sure you can slave after we recycle it for you." Jim laughed and
punched Gus in the arm, giving him a wicked wink.
	"And stop your complaining, dipshit.  I promised you a wild fuck
until dawn, boy, and I promised to make you my slave.  And you got both,
asshole -- even got you another fucking hot fucker here," he said, putting
his hand on Gus' huge shoulder.  "You not happy with how your master treats
you?"
	"Oh no, sir -- I mean --uh -- YES SIR!" I replied -- confused --
and then began babbling.  "I'm SO happy, sir.  I mean....this is just too
awesome, sir.  I mean I can't talk too good right now but just look at the
light from the sky, sir!  it's dancing all around your eyes and you're both
just too fucking handsome for words, sirs!"
	"He's really flying on some acid I made him take," Jim said to Gus,
"but it's a happy trip.  We probably got us at least another 3 or 4 hours
to do whatever we want to him.  And there's plenty more C for us too."
	"Then let's fucking get to it," Gus grinned, groping his half-hard
and uncut cock, the crystal now clearly kicking in on him as well..
	Jim drained his beer and reached over and unlatched the cuffs from
the hooks. He didn't even use a key.  They'd never been locked all along!
Shit ... I probably could have escaped at any point.  This just made me
trust him even more.
	"Come on, slave boy.  Let's go around back before somebody else
drives by.  We've got lots more shit to do to you."
	He grabbed the essential black bag and helped my unsteady feet get
down from the truck bed.  We then walked around the outside of the house to
the back deck.  It was a large 60' x 40' platform I'd built with lots of
places to lounge naked in the sun and at one end a hot tub that could seat
a crowded 8.  Plus and most important on this morning the yard was
completely private, with only woods and an open field on all sides around
us.
	The sun was now peeking over the horizon and even in my state, I
could already tell that it was gonna be another scorcher of a day.  We were
already sweating rivers down our chests and backs and I kept lustily
breathing in the combined scents of three rank studs.  I was in sensory
heaven, not to mention higher than I'd ever been.
	"Okay, slave, I want you to get on your hands and knees and don't
move a fucking muscle.  Can you do that?"
	"YES SIR!," I over-answered in my eager state.  I nonetheless got
on all fours and waited the next instruction.
	I heard him rustling through the black bag and a few seconds later
heard both of them chuckling to each other as I felt a strange sensation on
and just above my ass cheeks.  It took me a while, but I finally figured
out that it was a magic marker being pressed onto my ass and the sensation
of it made me moan out loud in pleasure.
	"You like that, slave?  You like me using a fucking laundry marker
on you?"
	"Oh yes sir, it feels so fucking different, sir," I moaned.
	"I'm marking you as my property, boy.  You're gonna wear my brand
on your ass for weeks cause this shit ain't gonna wash off.  You wanna know
what I'm puttin' on you, boy?"
	"Yes sir, please tell me."
	"Jim's fist fuck slave!"  he laughed as he gazed at his temporary
brand.
	"Hey man, how about Gus' fist fuck slave too?" Gus chimed.
	"Be my fucking guest," Jim grinned as he handed the marker over to
the new guy.
	I felt the marker taking broad bold strokes across my whole back as
I heard Jim chuckle.
	"Hey you're a fucking artist!" Jim grinned.
	"Hold your arm still," Gus said to Jim.  "I'm copying your fucking
tattoo onto his back."
	"Oh man that's gonna look so hot!" I moaned, loving this newest act
that heretofore had never occurred to me in any of my domination fantasies.
	"Shut up, slave and wait for your next order," Jim commanded.
	I shivered in excitement at the rawness of his command.  For a guy
who'd always been in command, I had surrendered completely to the role of
slave.
	"There all done," Gus said.
	"Damn!" Jim said.  "It's my big fucking arm and fist doing a curl
on his back."
	"Yep," Gus answered.  "Looks pretty fucking hot if I say so myself.
Just let me put my Gus HanCock on it and it'll be done," he laughed at the
play on words.
	"Cool, dude.  You ready for your beer, boy?" Jim asked me.
	"Oh yeah sir thank you sir!"
	"Then get on your back and lie down flat."
	I did as ordered as he got down on all fours and started crawling
toward me.
	"You want this big stud dog to piss all over you, boy?" he
literally growled.
	"Yes sir please!" I moaned.
	Jim Master got on top of me and cocked his left leg up, his long
dick now dangling just a few inches over my open mouth.
	"Okay, boy now drink this stinkin' dog piss!"
	It started as a dribble and then increased in force as a hot stream
of piss came right at my mouth.  I raised up as high as I could to capture
as much of it in my mouth as possible, but he sadistically kept moving just
enough to keep me chasing his nearly clear stream of beer piss.
	I was thirsty like a parched man lost on a desert and I desperately
needed fluids in me.  And his piss was the nectar I craved.  I was still so
fucked up on the combination of crystal and acid that the thought he was
making me drink a dog's piss turned me on even more if such a thing were
possible.  I'd never even dreamed of having sex with a dog, but now I was
filing it away in my demented mind.  He finally lowered himself enough so
that I could capture his dick in my mouth and drink directly from the
faucet.  He had a huge load of piss that thoroughly satisfied my thirst
after he finally finished and shook off his droplets of piss over my open
mouth.
	My ass was heaving back and forth on its own, clearly signaling
that it needed something anything plunged in it to the hilt and fast.  It
was beyond a need it was an urgent imperative at this point and I began to
beg.
	"Please fuck me, sir," I said looking directly into my master's
eyes.  "I'm ready for anything you can do to me, sir.  Please, sir!"
	"Look how this pig begs for my fist," Jim bragged to Gus.  "Just a
few hours ago I give him his very first fistfuck and now the little fag
can't get enough of it.  So what about it, buddy?  You ready to fist your
first pussyboy?"
	"Fuck yeah!" Gus groaned.  He was clearly flying on the crystal and
was looking at me the way a wolf looks at a virgin lamb.
	Jim pulled from his bag both a fresh can of Crisco and a fresh
bottle of poppers.  He handed the can to Gus and the bottle to me, and told
Gus to open it up and start lubing his hand.
	"Get it really slicked up, dude all the way to the elbow.  This
boy's a real pig once you get your fist up inside him and his hungry ass
will eat you alive if you're not careful."
	"Get up on your hands and knees, faggot," Gus growled at me.  "I
wanna have a clear shot at what I'm about to fuck."
	I quickly turned over and shamelessly exposed my now insatiable
asshole directly toward this stud farmer, not being able to help thrusting
it back toward him.
	"Shit, he really wants this, doesn't he," Gus said to Jim.
	"I told you he's one hot bitch," Jim grinned.
	"Shit look at my dick gettin' hard again," Gus sort of moaned.
"I'm getting turned on again just looking at his ass waving back and forth
at me.  Never thought a guy's ass could look so hot."
	"Then it's time to fist it, man," Jim said.  "Just put it in kind
of slow and easy and he'll let you know what to do from then on."
	Gus planted his huge paw at my asslips and starting pressing it
forward.  I backed up on it aggressively, really needing another thorough
fisting, and it popped in a little too easily.
	I don't know who moaned more loudly, me or him, but it felt real
fine at this moment and I wanted more as I backed up on it half way to his
thick and hairy forearm.
	"Fuck me, sir!"  Please give it to me!" I shouted.
	Gus plunged his arm even farther in me and then slowly pulled out
nearly all the way.  He then pushed it back in, more confident now, all the
way back to his forearm.  He repeated the piston motion again, picking up
speed and intensity this time.  I groaned loudly in pleasure and knew I was
going to get what I now desperately needed.
	"Here, dude, give him some of this," Jim said as he handed the
leather riding crop to Gus' free hand."
	Gus slapped it gently across my back.
	"Hey you can do better than that, man," Jim said.  "Give it to him
hard he likes it that way.  Hell, buddy pretend it's your fucking wife."
	I could tell an immediate change taking over Gus.  His fist
suddenly got a lot harder and faster and before I could catch my breath, a
barrage of lashes suddenly were flailed across my back.  I couldn't help
screaming a little not in fear but in the fact that he was taking me back
to the intensity Jim and I had experienced earlier.  I was loving it.
	The poppers reappeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply and often.
I heard Jim telling Gus to take some and the action stopped for a moment
while he did.  Finally, Jim took a hit and planted his ass squarely in
front of my face, ordering me to rim him while Gus fucked me.
	The poppers turned Gus into a brutal maniac, suddenly pummeling me
as hard as he could with his fist and the whip. We were both screaming and
shouting at the top of our lungs and he was now out of control.
	I was really hurting but I was into the intensity of his abuse.
Jim had not beat me this hard or fucked me as recklessly as Gus' fist was
now doing.  I could feel him slamming his fist all the way to the elbow and
then pounding it relentlessly deep inside me.  All the while, I kept my
screaming mouth planted against Jim's asshole, my tongue fucking his hole
as deeply as I could get.
	And then without warning, Jim's ass was gone from my tongue and I
felt the action from Gus come to an abrupt halt.
	"Easy, boy easy" Jim was saying to Gus and as I turned and looked
around, I could see Jim behind Gus, holding him in a bear hug, strongly
preventing him from inflicting more punishment on me.  I was suddenly just
a little frightened, realizing through the haze of the crystal and acid
that I was really hurting and that Jim was coming to my rescue.
	"We just want to abuse him, buddy, not really hurt him," Jim said
softly in Gus' ear.
	"How you doing, Blake buddy?" Jim asked me, dropping the master
role.
	I wiggled my ass a little around Gus' arm still deep inside me and
felt a slight twitch of pain that quickly turned back to pleasure.
	"I think I'm okay," I said.  "A little sore, but not in a bad way."
	"I don't see any blood anywhere," Jim replied, "so that's a good
sign."
	"How about you, Gus?  How you doin'?"
	It was as though someone had punched him awake and he blinked
widely.
	"Oh, shit what did I do?" he said, a certain amount of panic in his
voice.  "I zoned out, man all I could think about was making that bitch pay
for everything she's put me through.  Hey buddy are you okay?  I'm so
sorry, dude...I don't know what to say."
	"How about just fisting me real long and slow, Gus?" I replied.
"Let's just take it easy for a while and we'll see just where it takes
us. That okay, sir?"
	Gus flashed a relieved smile and looked down at his crotch.
	"Look at how hard I still am, dude," he said to Jim as Jim now
released him from the bear hug.
	"Why don't you put it inside him and give him a nice slow ride
while you jack yourself off inside him?"
	"You're kidding, man?  You mean I could actually do that?"
	"DO IT, SIR!" I nearly shouted.  I was getting really turned on
again and the idea of him jacking himself off inside me was incredibly hot.
	"Please put your dick inside me, sir!"
	I felt his thick cock knock at the door and slowly slide in
alongside his fist.
	"Please sir," I said to Jim.  "Can I rim your ass again while he
does this?"
	Jim grinned broadly and wasted no time getting back down on his
hands and knees in front of my face.  He handed me the bottle of poppers
and I took a couple of hits and handed it back.
	My moans were muffled inside his ass as the rush hit me.  This felt
so incredibly fantastic!  The feeling of fullness in my ass was beyond
description as Gus fisted both his big dick and my ass at the same time,
rocking me back and forth, pushing my eager tongue deeply in and out of
Jim's ass without me having to even move my head.  Jim was moaning loudly
as well, zoning himself as well on the combination of the poppers and a hot
wet tongue lapping deep inside his hole.
	We must have fucked that way for a half hour or so before I heard
and felt Gus picking up the intensity.  He was getting close to another
orgasm and I couldn't wait to see if I could feel his cum shooting deeply
inside my heaving ass.
	"Ahhhhhhhh I'm commmminngg!" he shouted.  "Ohhhh----- yeahhhhh!  OH
SHIT!!! he yelled as his sperm unloaded itself deep inside me.  I wish I
could say that I felt it but by now my ass was way beyond having that much
sensitivity.  But I focused my mind on the image of it spurting
relentlessly in me and I honestly believe it was the catalyst for the first
mental orgasm of my life.  I went crazy eating Jim's ass, shouting loudly
into it, creating incredible vibrations that elicited a chain reaction of
moans now coming from him.
	Things finally slowed down and Jim pulled away from me and turned
around in front of me, planting his tongue deeply inside my mouth, tasting
his own ass juices still there, and kissing me with a combined urgency and
gratitude.
	"You made me come inside my head, baby," he said to me, his eyes
glistening with emotion.  "I've NEVER had anyone eat my ass like that,
baby."
	"I did the same!" I almost shouted.  "I came too without ever
getting hard.  Damn, I don't know how that could happen, but I know it was
SO fuckin' good!"
	Gus was still recovering but finally came down enough to say that
was the finest load he'd ever shot.
	"I gotta pull out now, buddy," he said to me.  "I need to take me a
mean piss."
	'NO!" Jim and I shouted at the same time.
	"Let it go up inside him, buddy," Jim said.  "Try it it'll be the
hottest piss you ever take."
	Gus smiled broadly, clearly pleased that he was with two such kinky
new friends.
	What I couldn't feel earlier when he shot his load, I now suddenly
felt big time.  He must have needed to piss really bad cause it felt like a
fire hose was turned on inside me.
	I pushed back and moaned in warm pleasure with his hand still
holding on to his exploding prick deep inside me.  He must have pissed for
a solid 3 or 4 minutes before he finally sighed and started pulling out.
	Jim dropped to his knees and engulfed Gus' still leaking cock in
his mouth, clearly hungry himself for a few droplets of what remained.  Gus
was happy to have a hot mouth sucking on his dick again and so thrust it in
and out and few times before Jim finally released it and looked at Gus with
a raunchy, really turned on look.
	"You wanna see something else that's really hot?" Jim said to Gus.
	"Sure, dude.  I'm still really turned on," Gus grinned.  "That C
stuff is pretty fucking great."
	"You ever taste piss?"  Jim asked.
	"Shit no," Gus said quickly.
	"Well, watch what we and my boy are gonna do with that big load of
piss you just shot up him.... and feel free to join in if you want," Jim
grinned.
	"Boy," he commanded sternly but clearly excited and in a hurry,
"you know what to do," Jim said to me as he lay down on the deck on his
back and beckoned me to squat over him.  He took several hits of poppers
and handed them to me.
	I moved my leaking ass over his face and he grabbed my ass cheeks
roughly and pulled me down tightly over his mouth. My guts were cramping
with the need to release Gus' gallons of piss and so I didn't hold back.
	I let it fly and could feel his lips biting at me as he hungrily
drank Gus' piss enema directly from my ass.  I snorted some poppers and
gave myself into the overwhelming sensation as I tried not to drown him by
releasing too much at once.
	I was surprised out of my trance when I felt a hot mouth clamp down
on my dick and I opened my eyes to see Gus sucking what was presumably his
first dick.  He lifted up just long enough to look me in the eye and say
"let me have some piss so I can see if I like it."
	It took me a minute before I finally started with a trickle that he
lapped up quickly.  I felt his eyes meeting mine and I could tell he wanted
more.
	I let loose with a stronger stream that was joined by another jet
shot into Jim's mouth.  The hot realization that I was shooting piss into
two men's mouth at the same time put me over the top into yet another
amazing mental orgasm.  I was shouting and crying and pissing at the same
time as both men hungrily drained me.
	Finally I stopped and tried to lift up.  Gus wouldn't release my
dick and Jim grabbed my hips and forced me back onto his mouth.  He'd now
moved to chewing on the loose lips around my hole, gently nibbling and
deeply sucking in the scent.  Gus was blowing me like there was no
tomorrow, seemingly trying to coax yet more piss from me.
	But I was drained and my thighs were getting fatigued to the point
of collapse.  I knew I couldn't hold out much longer until finally, Jim
released his grip and helped me off of him.
	He raised up and again kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of the
combination of Gus' piss and my ass juices.  I liked it a lot and decided
that I needed to do the same thing he had just so I could have the same
major raunchy experience.


A Coming of Fist - A True Story by Blake -
RedFlagOH@aol.com Chapter 6

	We all sort of collapsed on the deck, sliding over to some chaise
lounge pads that Jim or Gus had thrown down at some point.  Jim's hand slid
around to my asshole entrance and started playing yet again with my
asslips, eliciting yet another automatic moan of pleasure from my lips.
Both his hand and my ass were absolutely insatiable, amazing even myself
with how it simply my hole couldn't get enough.
	"You still hungry, slaveboy," he said gently in my ear.
	"Ummmmm---- yeah, sir," I murmured, squirming on his fingers.
"Your hand feels so fucking hot, sir ... but I just don't know how much
more I can do, sir...  I'm getting kind of weak and tired, sir.  But it's
like my ass has a mind of its own ... it really needs more fisting, sir,
but the rest of my body is feeling kind of rough.  What should we do, sir?"
	"Get the crystal," Jim said to Gus.  "He's got maybe one more round
in him before we have to give it a rest."
	Gus brought the baggy over and I could see that it was nearing the
end of its contents.  Jim wet his finger deeply and emerged from the bag
with about half of the remaining powder easily the biggest load I'd seen
since we'd started at least 12 hours earlier.
	He stared intently at me with a silent command, both of us knowing
this enormous hit would be intense.  I blinked a couple of times and then
opened wide, his finger going under my tongue without hesitation on either
of our parts.  He divided up the remaining amount between himself and Gus,
which provided them both with also very large hits before emptying the
bag's contents.  He finished it off by tearing open the plastic and wetting
his finger, collecting the remaining powerdy residue and then inserting it
deeply in my asshole, telling me it'd give me an immediate energy boost by
going directly to my bloodstream -- the final edge I'd need.
	Gus brought us each a beer and I chugged it in about 10 seconds.
He got up and brought the cooler nearer to us and gave me another.  I was
parched and downed it also in only seconds.  The sun was rising well into
the air by now and I guessed it was maybe 10 a.m. or so.  I even remembered
that the day was Saturday and I luckily had the whole weekend ahead of me.
	I felt Jim's hand reappear at my asslips, tickling them, poking
first two than three than four fingers inside and then slowly fucking them
in and out.
	I sighed deeply and turned over on my belly, relishing the feeling
of the hot sun beating down on my back and naked ass while this big leather
stud fingered my ass into yet another squirming mass of need.
	"He's starting to get into it again," I heard Jim say to Gus.
	"Yeah, man look at how he's starting to dance on your hand," Gus
replied, a combination of amazement and even respect showing in his voice,
	My eyes were closed and I could feel myself being transported into
another plane of reality.  I could only feel the heat of the sun and the
increasing depths of his fingers and I wanted more.
	I felt generous globs of Crisco being scooped inside my well
stretched hole and I automatically sucked it in, mentally willing my
innards to send the greasy lube to the innermost limits of my bowels.  I
had an innate feeling that I was going to need it this time more than any
of the scenes before.
	 Poppers appeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply.
	That was the only warning I had as Jim's very welcome wrist
effortlessly slipped all the way back inside my ass once more, eliciting a
loud groan of pleasure from me.
	"Oh, yessssss, Sir," I groaned.  "Oh --thank you -- that feels so
fucking good, sir!"
	"Yeah, he's getting back into it big time," Jim said to Gus.  "I'm
gonna get him really hot and horny for my fist and then we'll find out just
what his limits really are.
	 "You think it'd be okay if I used the whip on him a little?" Gus
asked.  "I really liked seeing him squirm and beg for more when I did it
before."
	"How about it, slave?  You want this big stud to whip you a
little?" Jim asked me.
	"Oh yeah... please sirs .... yeah please whip me ," I moaned,
writhing hungrily on Jim's fist.  "PLEASE SIRS I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME AND
WHIP ME!"
	I felt the first lash strike against my middle back and it caused
me to arch upwards in welcome shock.
	He struck again, this time with the full fury of his big muscles
and I screamed for more.
	The poppers reappeared and seconds later, I felt the fist in my ass
plunge roughly to the inner recesses of my ass.
	"You want my elbow, boy?  You want to get fucking plowed by my
whole arm?" Jim shouted.
	"OH YEAHHHHH!" I screamed, bucking back on his arm as lashes from
the riding crop kept raining down on my shoulders, back, and ass.
	I yelled, screamed, squirmed, and begged as the whip rained down on
me, literally crying out in pain as its lashes bore into me, Jim's fist
making me heave out of control in need to be fucked and beaten.
	"Okay, enough of the whip for a while; he's starting to bleed a
little," Jim said to Gus.  Why don't you give him some more poppers and
then plant that hot hairy ass of yours on his mouth.  Make him chew on your
ass while I see how much of my arm he can take."
	I sniffed the poppers deeply several times and then groaned in
complete sensory overload as the most perfect rank hairy ass in the world
surrounded my nose and mouth.  Gus must have never been rimmed before
because he went wild on my tongue, shouting obscenities and squirming like
a man out of control as my tongue fucked his virgin hole.  The combination
of sweat and raunch smells made me an addict desperately seeking more and
more of his tastes and scents, so it was a tossup as to which one of us was
enjoying this the most.
	In the meantime, I suddenly became aware of Jim's arm touching
places deep inside me that heretofore was also virgin territory.  I
panicked for a brief moment as it felt like his hand was going straight
into my stomach and it made me lift my head from Gus' ass and cry out.
	"Easy, baby ... just take it easy," I heard Jim telling me.  "I've
got you and nothing's gonna hurt you.  Just trust me, boy."
	Gus turned around a planted the bottle of poppers at my nose and I
breathed in deeply.  I closed my eyes and lowered my head down to the deck
and just gave up all resistance as I felt his arm slide a notch further
inside me.  He was being slow and gentle now, no longer pistoning his arm
in and out, seemingly using immense patience to fuck me one inch at a time.
	"Holy fucking shit!" I heard Gus exclaim.  "He's got your whole
fucking elbow, dude!  How the fuck is that possible?"
	"He's one talented pig, isn't he?" Gus replied.  I could feel how
pleased he was and how turned on at the same time.  "Watch this."
	He pushed into me a little more forcefully and I felt something
inside me give.  Suddenly it felt like inches more slid easily even further
inside me.
	"Goddamn!  He just took your fucking bicep, man!"
	Even I couldn't believe he was this deep inside me and the image
was turning me on again at an even higher notch than before if such a thing
were possible.
	I groaned loudly and pushed back on his arm, encouraging him to
fuck me even deeper.
	I felt him respond by pushing in as I pushed back and distantly
heard him tell Gus to give me some more poppers.
	I inhaled and the sudden rush overload put me over the edge.  I
don't clearly remember anything other than the feeling of ultimate
fullness, the ultimate fuck, the ultimate need to feel his entire arm
fucking inside me.  Bright lights flashed inside my closed eyes and I was
babbling incoherently, begging to be fucked all the way to his shoulder.
	Who knows how long this moment lasted, but when I opened my eyes, I
realized he'd pulled back all the way to his wrist and was being very still
inside me.
	"How you doing, Blake?" he asked.  "You okay?"
	"Mmmmmmmm, I'm soooooo gooood," I groaned.  "Give it back to me,
sir .... Please!"
	"You scared me a little there, boy.  I don't need you zoning out on
me like that."
	I collected my wits for a second and realized that I'd gone away
for an unknown period of time.  I should have been scared myself at that
point, but all I could feel at the moment was the need to have his fist
deeply back inside me.  And my head was starting to clear a little, being
replaced by the insatiable need to be fisted hard.
	"Sorry, sir ... I'm okay .... it was just too intense there for a
while."
	"I'm gonna pull out and let you rest a little, okay?"
	"NO!" I shouted.  "PLEASE SIR I need to be fucked hard NOW, SIR!"
	"You sure about this, boy?"
	'YES SIR!"
	"You need your master's fist fucking you hard?"
	"Please SIR!  Please don't make me wait any longer.  I'm going
crazy sir!"
	He must have been convinced because without notice, he yanked his
fist completely out of my hole and then punched it back in hard, sliding it
all the way to his forearm.
	"YEAHHHH!" I yelled. "OH FUCCCCKKKK MEEEE!"
	He started punch fucking me rapidly, pummeling my ass hard with his
powerful thrusts in and out.  I answered every punch forward with an equal
thrust back, eagerly taking his aggression with turned on delight.
	"Gus quick -- get over -- here -- next to me," Jim said, breathing
heavily, and clearly turned on big time.
	Gus handed me the bottle of open poppers and I knew what was about
to happen.  As I felt the second hand working at the entrance to my ass, I
started taking deep hits as my hole started feeling stretched to the point
when I thought it would rip wide open.  Inside my head, I was torn between
yelling "STOP!" -- which I remembered would bring a end to everything we
were doing -- or trusting that the two would not do serious damage to me.
	Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, something gave and
suddenly Gus' enormous hand popped inside.
	I screamed at the top of my lungs but simultaneously bucked my ass
hard against the intrusion of two gigantic fists now inside me at the same
time.
	"Grab hold of my wrist so that we make one big fucking arm," I
heard Jim say to Gus, and as I breathed in even more poppers, I felt them
become one.
	They slowly pulled almost all the way out and then slowly pushed
back in.  I'd read about guys feeling like they had a telephone pole up
their ass, but now I honestly knew how they felt.
	Goddamn, this was hot!  I tentatively pushed back, trying to get
them deeper in me, and that must have been the signal they were looking for
to start the real action.
	"Let's fuck him good, buddy," Gus said to Jim.
	"You got it, stud," Jim replied as, in unison, they starting piston
fucking me hard and fast.
	"Give us some of those poppers, slave," Jim said to me and I raised
up enough so that their free hands could grab the brown bottle and thrust
them up to their noses.  I kept my hand outstretched and retrieved it from
them as I took another hit myself.  I knew that this moment would be the
peak, the climax, the Everest of all fucks.
	I could feel myself pushing back eagerly against their combined
fists and lost all sense of time, place, or existence.  I just knew I was
getting the best fucking a man could possibly get and I wanted it to last
forever at this point.
	There was lots of shouting and cursing and I had no clue where it
was coming from.  I knew I was screaming and crying and having multiple
orgasms deep inside my body that kept me flying at the very limits of my
being.  I felt myself going back into that deep, dark territory I'd been in
before where I wasn't sure where the difference between life and some other
plane existed.  All I knew was the feeling of ultimate fullness.
	I would occasionally regain enough of a sense of reality to know
that they were both in overdrive themselves, calling me vile names yet at
the same time telling me they wanted to fuck me like this forever.
	They double fucked me for the longest time who knows how long we
were each out of control and in sensory overdrive.
	Finally, I opened my eyes and realized the action had stopped.  I
was still stuffed full with their arms and it wasn't until I reached back
and felt them that my heart nearly stopped.  They were both well past their
elbows and had the better part of their biceps planted deep inside me.
	I groaned and squirmed around the ultimate feeling of fullness
inside me, actually trying to push my way back to capture even more.  I was
incredibly high and turned on and beyond reason or reality.
	Slowly they started pulling out until first Gus' had withdrew and
then Jim's.  I tried to squeeze my ass muscles shut so that he couldn't
escape, but try as I might, they at this point were just too loose and
weakened.
	"Please, sir please!  Put it back!" I begged.
	He made a large fist and roughly punched it back inside as I
screamed in pleasure.
	He pulled out and Gus then repeated the action, punching me with
his even bigger hairy fist.
	They began alternating as I took one more hit from the poppers.  I
began zoning out again as they started a battle to see who could more
roughly punch fuck me.  Clearly, they understood that this was the last
fuck of the night/day and it didn't matter at this point whether they hurt
me or not.
	I was crying, pleading, begging them to keep it up and the
intensity they delivered was overwhelming. They shoved their alternating
fists like brutal beasts intent on destroying their prey.  I could hear
them grunting loudly as they competed to see which could get the loudest
moans of pain and pleasure from their insatiable victim.  Their free hands
slapped and punched at my ass cheeks and back, inflicting even more
bruising blows on my body.
	Finally their punches slowed and once again, they both were inside
me, this time, slowing me down, gently moving in and out as one, now trying
to bring me back down to reality.
	I moaned loudly, squirming against their combined fists as though I
still wanted no needed even more.  But even I knew that my body was at the
point of "enough."  I gradually slowed down my ass motions and then slowly
even sadly felt them exit me one fist at a time.
	I turned over on my back and lay back in complete and utter
satisfaction.  I was still high and hot, though, and looked up at the two
most handsome butch top studs I could ever imagine seeing.
	"Cool me off, sirs," I groaned.  "Please cool me off with your
piss."
	They looked at each other, smiled, and shook their heads in
amazement.
	"Let's give him what he wants, dude," Jim said to Gus and in only
seconds, they were both hosing me down with their combined hot piss.
	I opened my mouth and tried to capture as much as I could inside.
But they were clearly into spraying my whole body with it and I lay there
writhing in the complete and utter depravity of one who had been violated
in every conceivable way possible.
	I closed my eyes as their piss bath ended and delighted in the
feeling of having both their tongues licking the piss and sweat off my
body.  I heard one of them tell me to give them some of my piss back and I
suddenly realized I needed to go in the worst way.
	It was easy just letting it fly straight into the air as first one
mouth, then another captured as much as it could, ending by one of them
directing it towards my own open mouth so I could drink the last spray of
my own piss.
	The three of us lay sprawled together in one exhausted mass of
flesh, me still incredibly high from the super dose of crystal, seeking out
their reeking armpits, drinking in their copious sweat and smells like a
starving man desperately needing their raunch for my very survival.
	A hand went back inside my ass and I hungrily sucked it up all the
way to the elbow before blacking out.  I remember feeling like I wanted to
start all over again and that was the last thing I recalled before
collapsing into oblivion.
	When I opened my eyes, the sun was even higher and I was incredibly
parched and hot.  The two men were sprawled around me and one of them still
had his fist planted in my ass.  The lube inside me had dried and it felt
like my ass had swollen shut around the fist.
	I realized I was in pain and no longer soaring on the crystal.  As
I cried out, it alerted the other two and I finally determined that it was
Jim's hand still inside me.  I moaned in pain as he slowly and gently
removed his hand, complaining that it was so numb that he couldn't feel a
thing.
	A few minutes later I felt the cold rush of a garden hose on me and
it was the finest feeling I could possibly imagine having at the minute as
Jim literally hosed off the layers of sweat, ass juices, piss, and dried
Crisco.
	I felt pretty rough at the moment and must have shown it.
	I was surprised, then, when Jim planted his finger again at my
mouth and told me to open.  I looked down and saw a small hit of crystal
and, against my better judgement, opened my mouth.
	"Just a little hair of the dog will make you feel a lot better,
baby," he smiled as he stroked my hair and closed up what appeared to be a
full and brand new bag of crystal.  "It's Saturday and I have some big
plans for you later if you're up for it."
	At the moment all I could feel was an enormous ache throughout my
body.  But as his freshly lubricated fingers starting playing once again at
my asslips, something kicked in that made me squirm back against them once
again, a small moan of turned on pleasure coming from my mouth.
	"That's my good pussyboy,' he grinned, and we both knew that my ass
would inevitably need his fist yet another time.
	Gus was looking at me with a rigid hard on and a hungry, turned on
look of need.
	I closed my eyes and realized that I wasn't even close to being
done.
	I happily gave into my basest needs.  This was what I'd spent a
lifetime becoming.


Chapter 7

	I woke up in my bed upstairs and instantly knew I wasn't alone.
Disoriented, I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't.  As my head started to
clear a little I vaguely remembered being led up the stairs and into the
shower where two sets of hands gently washed every square inch of my body.
The warm soapy water had felt so good on my battered and bruised skin.
	The slow stream of the shower hose had been directed into my ass
and I recalled being filled and refilled many times as I passively crouched
on my hands and knees on the shower floor.  My last recollection was Jim
placing a small yellow pill on my tongue and telling me to swallow.
	I finally opened my eyes and realized I was lying between the
sleeping forms of Jim and Gus, both of them dead to the world and to the
slave between them whom they'd so brutally fucked who knows how long or how
long ago.
	I was able to raise up enough to see the clock and it said 8:00
p.m. but I had no clue what day it even was.  Was it still Saturday?
	 My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up even
though I couldn't remember the last time I'd even put any food in my
stomach.
	"Hey buddy," a sleep-filled voice said next to me.  It was Jim.
"How you doin?"
	"I feel awful," I said. "Really bad."
	"This part's the worst,"he said, gently rubbing his hand across my
forehead.  "But it'll get better real fast once we start working on it."
	"I sure as hell hope so," said another voice as Gus raised up only
to collapse back again into the pillow.  "What the fuck did we do, man?"
	"We had us the finest fucking time I've ever had," Jim grinned.
	He looked at me, still stroking my head.
	"You, my man, are so fucking amazing I've never see anything like
it.  Shit, I've never even heard of anybody taking the fisting you did and
still begging for fucking more!"
	Despite the rough hangover, a flash of pride and then amazingly
horniness coursed through me and I could feel my dick starting to harden.
	"I loved every single thing we did," I grinned a little sheepishly.
"I never dreamed it'd go that far when we first agreed to meet."
	"And look at this, my man," Jim said to Gus as he reached down and
gripped my hardon.  "He's still ready for more."
	"Damn, that's making me hot again too," Gus marveled as he began
stroking his own big piece of meat.
	"Post crystal hardons, guys," Jim explained, now handling his own
hardening cock as he continued to stroke mine. "For some reason, a few
hours after you stop doing the stuff, you suddenly get the most urgent
erection you've ever had and you just have to do something about it."
	I was feeling better by the second, especially when Jim slid down
to the foot of the bed and planted his head directly between my legs,
starting to tongue my balls.  I groaned in pleasure and closed my eyes,
only to open then again abruptly when I felt a mouth engulf the head of my
now raging cock.
	It was Gus and I can't tell you how hot he looked as his dark
stubbled cheeks formed a vacuum around my dick and began bobbing up and
down as though he'd been doing this forever.  (I later learned that he'd
grown up as one of 6 brothers who used to regularly give each other blow
jobs before they all eventually grew up and got married.)

Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 11:40:27 +0000
From: redflag@att.net
Subject: Coming of Fist 3

Addicted to Fist
by Blake

RedFlag@worldnet.att.net.

By any account, my introduction to fisting should have put me in the
hospital.

Jim and Gus had fucked and fisted me with everything but the corner fire
hydrant. And as much as I had still begged them for even more, I'm
surprised they didn't find a way to make even that happen.

Our 24-hour pig marathon was without a doubt the wildest, raunchiest,
roughest, most infinitely satisfying sex of my entire life. It was what I'd
been secretly waiting for my whole life, going all the way back to my days
as a teenager when I discovered the thick inner joys of a sun-warmed
cucumber stuffed up my "virgin" butthole.

Anyhow, the next day Sunday -- I was body sore and post-drug depressed,
convinced my butt would never work or be worked again, perhaps even a
little ashamed of all I'd done. But by Monday, I was back at work in the
office moving a little slower than usual but pretty much returning to my
normal self. I even got in a light workout at the gym where I lift weights.

And by the next day,  I was getting the itch again.

Gus had temporarily moved in with me since he'd left his wife and the farm
he owned lived just down the road from me. I woke up horny that Tuesday
morning and decided to wake him up with a blow job that caused his
ever-ready big chunk of meat to stiffly stand up for attention as soon as
my tongue slurped its way inside its fat uncut head.

He wasn't used to getting the kind of talented attention on his dick that
only another man can give and he lustily shot a healthy load in my mouth in
only about 5 quick minutes. To my delight, he didn't even pause as he
grunted still in half sleep, flipped me over on my belly and slammed his
still rock hard rod to the hilt in my tender hole.

I groaned in pain as the only lube he used was a wad of spit mixed with the
cum still leaking out of his dickhead. But in only seconds, I was buzzing
on the rough treatment as he rammed me like a bull in heat. I began
squirming my ass around his plunging prick, reveling in the renewed feeling
of having my ass pummeled, abused, and stuffed to the hilt with prime Greek
sausage.

"Fuck me good, Gus," I moaned. "Give it to me hard, buddy!"

He responded by picking up the intensity of his thrusts, clearly happy that
he could just fuck me as hard as he wanted to without worrying about
hurting me.

Gus grunted loudly with each thrust, beginning to drip sweat from his chest
onto my back, occasionally reaching down and clamping his teeth down into
the electric flesh of my neck and shoulders. The smell of his steamed up
armpits permeated my nostrils and I inhaled hungrily like a man who had
been deprived of nourishment for days.

I loved being fucked like the pig I'd become.

And as hot as I was at the moment, adding to it was still the sense of
newness to all this. I'd almost always been the top guy in most of my past
sexual encounters, happily fucking my bottoms while they screamed in hot
delight. But a part of me had always known my top guy exterior was an act
just waiting for the right big man to expose and fuck senselessly.

And now finally -- I was getting what I'd always needed so desperately. I
bucked back with every powerful lunge, begging for more of the intense
piledriving I was taking from this married guy with the forest of black
hair on his bronzed chest, the morning beard stubble on his chiseled face,
and the farm hardened body that was so naturally dominant.

"Gonna fuckin cum stud!"

He grunted the words in cadence with his powerful thrusts.

"FUCKIN - TAKE -- MY -- HOT -- CUM!" he shouted as he pushed especially
hard into me and began spraying my insides with his second load of the new
morning.

My own dick was roaring hard as I imagined the sight of his thick and
potent load now spurting deep and recklessly inside my body.

But as much as I wanted to come with him at that same instant, I knew there
was only one thing I wanted this morning to get my rocks off big time.

Gus must have been reading my mind as he pulled his leaking dick out of my
ass. I looked over my shoulder at his hard-breathing face and he grinned at
me like a dog possessing his favorite bone. He winked at me, then wiped his
big hand on his dick and immediately began rubbing it around the outside of
my asshole.

I turned over on my back and thrust my legs over his powerful shoulders,
letting him know in clear terms that his hand was more than welcome to go
wherever it wanted to plunge.

He spit on my freshly fucked open asshole and jabbed four fingers into the
cum-lubed hole. Gus started fucking them in and out as he reached around
and began jacking my cock.

I grabbed the bottle of poppers on the night stand and took a deep hit and
then moaned loudly as I pushed back against his hand, giving him the signal
that I was ready for more.

Gus may have been new to man-sex and to fisting, but he was one hell of a
fast learning top. After a few more wads of spit, a couple of twists and
turns, and a loud cry of short- lived pain from me, his fist ascended into
my ass and quickly found its way past the wrist.

I cried out with a thousand sensations as I was again feeling the
indescribable ecstasy of having a hot man's hand forcing its way into
me. To this day, I still think the first time a man's hand pushes its way
inside me is the absolute nirvana of the fisting experience, no matter how
hot and intense it may get from that point on.

"DO IT, GUS!" I shouted as I bucked on his fist. "GIVE IT TO ME, BUDDY!"

"You got it, pig," he grinned, obviously turned on again as he jacked his
thickening cock, gladly turned on to be using my ass again.

Gus began a steady fucking of my ass as his other hand roughly jerked me
off to the point I thought I was going to cum at any second. But just as
soon as he sensed me about to go over the line, he'd slow it down and
change the rhythm and depth of his fist fuck.

It occurred to me that we were both pretty fucking talented at this to be
such rookies.

Finally, I couldn't take the hot action any longer. He'd already shot two
loads this morning and I'd shot none. I absolutely needed to get off so bad
I was losing all composure.

"Let me cum, Gus. Come on' man, get me off!" I pleaded.

Gus chuckled.

"You really wanna get off, dude?" he asked, now playing with my mind.

"FUCK YES!" I shouted. "GET ME OFF, GUS! Come on, man PLEASE stop messing
around."

He laughed and then began slamming my ass with short and rapid piston fucks
as he leaned over and captured the head of my cock in his mouth. His free
hand started jerking the base like a jackhammer.

That was all it took as I shot gallons of hot cum in his mouth.

Quite possibly, that was the single most enjoyable orgasm I've ever had.

He wasted no time in sticking his once-again erect dick into me alongside
his hand and I moaned and groaned at the continued thrill of Gus' big mitt
jacking his meat off inside me.

I thrust the poppers under his nose and then took another hit myself.

I closed my eyes and let myself go into a world of hot black rapture,
tightening my ass around his wrist and cock, trying to increase the
friction, perhaps even the pain for myself. I don't know how long this went
on but I opened my eyes back into real time as I heard him shouting my
name.

His eyes were clenched shut and his face was frozen into the pained grimace
of a man on the brink of shooting his brains out through his penis.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! OH MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!" he screamed as his pelvis pushed both
his hand and his dick even deeper inside me. Each thrust told me another
wave of his load was shooting itself into my man pussy and with that, I
collapsed into my own mental orgasm, screaming as loudly as he was,
surrendering myself to the waves of blinding pain and pleasure that were so
inexorably mixed.

I opened my eyes a few moments later and saw him looking at me with an
expression of pure awe; perhaps even love.

Gus winked again at me and slowly pulled his hand and dick out of my
ass. As he got out of bed, he reached over and gave me a long, sweet kiss
on the lips, letting me taste the salty remains of my own sperm -- which
he'd just eaten for the first time.

"Damn!" I said, still vaguely turning on all over again. "First you swallow
-- and now you're kissing me like you mean it."

"I'm doing a lot of shit I've never done before," he smiled, pleased at
himself, as he headed for the shower.

He turned his head toward me and smiled.

"And you better damn well believe I meant it."

He stood there grinning at me for a moment, looking so incredibly hot as he
stood in the morning light, sweat glistening on the big muscles of his
hairy chest.

"And by the way if I haven't said so, I really appreciate you letting me
crash here for a while and for well, you know all the other stuff too."

I lay back in our collective pool of cooling sweat and listened to him
first humming, then singing very badly in the shower, as he readied himself
for the day.

Gus was a happy guy.

But, at that moment in time, he couldn't have been happier than me.







Chapter 2

A couple of days later I'd just arrived home from work and was changing out
of my business suit when the phone rang and I heard a familiar deep voice
on the other end.

"How ya doin', muscle boy?"

"Jim!" I said, only to quickly replace it with "uh Sir. Sorry, sir."

"That's more like it," he said. "How you doing? Gus still there?"

"Yes sir," I replied. "He's staying here for a while until he and his wife
get some things worked out.

"Yeah, I got it," he said. "You and he having fun?"

"You bet, sir," I replied. "Every morning and every night ... he gets off
at least 3 or 4 times every time we fool around. It's pretty fucking
amazing neither of us can get enough of each other."

I paused for a moment, not sure how far to go with this line of
conversation.

"I think we're starting to really like each other too."

He paused as well.

"I'm jealous as hell," he said, "but not too pissed off as long as I can
still get me some of that hot ass of yours."

"Anytime, sir. You just name it," I replied, getting erect again from the
verbal play -- and the thoughts of his dick and his fists inside me again.

"I called to see if you wanna do it all over again this weekend," Jim said.

I didn't even blink before answering.

"Yes sir let's do it," I said. "I'll have to ask Gus what he's up to, but
I'd bet he'll be up for anything that makes that huge dick of his shoot a
bunch of hot loads."

"Well actually, I was thinking we'd keep this a date between just the two
of us."

"Uh well I don't know, Jim er, sir. I don't wanna hurt Gus' feelings, sir."

"Blake, he's a married man who's been playing like he's gay for less than a
week. What I have in mind for you would probably freak him out."

"Like what, sir?"

"I'm gonna do you in public this time," Jim said. "I was telling some of my
buddies at the Stallion about you last night and I watched at least a dozen
dicks get hard in their pants just hearing about how I fisted your cherry
last weekend. When I told them all about how butch and hairy and muscular
you are, they went wild. They fucking insisted that I let them watch me
fist your hairy ass, boy."

"Oh yeah?" I replied, getting even more turned on, grabbing hold of what
was now a painfully hard cock. "So -- like what do you have in mind?" I
stammered a little, my heart starting to race as I jacked off.

"I was thinking about a little play party down at this private club I
belong to where you'd just give it up to me, buddy ... do whatever I tell
you to do in front of the whole place. Your daddy in complete control of
his pig boy slave. What do you think? You into that?"

My mind raced with all the reasons to say no.

I gulped.

"Uh yeah I think that sounds really hot, sir. Damn! Right in front of a
bunch of strangers?"

"Yeah, hot boy," he answered. "I'm gonna put that gorgeous hairy ass of
yours on display and fuck it every way till Sunday. I'll lash every square
inch of your body with my whip. And I'll take total charge of whatever
happens to you. You won't have a single fucking say about anything."

He was so incredibly verbal and, until the previous weekend, I'd never
realized how much of a turn on that is for me. Just his words were like a
drug that had me dizzy with excitement.

"Shit!" I moaned as I jerked my dick harder, almost ready to cum just at
the vision he was painting.

"But what about Gus, sir? Can't I ask him to come along too?"

"All right, tell you what. You tell him in detail what the scene's going to
be and if he can deal with it, bring him along and I'll see to it that he
gets in. But I want him and you to understand that he's just part of the
crowd who gets to watch. You belong to me in this scene and you only do
what I tell you to do. Got it?"

"Got it, sir! I can't wait!"

I wrote down the address as we made the obligatory meeting details for the
next night (Friday). And only seconds after we hung up, I finished up what
I'd started, blasting a huge load of jism all the way past my head and onto
the headboard of my bed.

This was going to be so fucking hot!

I couldn't wait to tell Gus.

Gus' pickup truck pulled in the driveway about a half hour later and, from
my bedroom window, I could see him slowly getting out, shirtless, a beer
can in his hand, his worn jeans riding low on his hips, and a bronzed body
covered in dust and sweat from a day working the fields of his farm. He
looked tired. But damn -- he also looked so fucking hot!

I was still naked after cleaning up and figured what the hell why bother
getting dressed when odds were we'd be fucking within minutes anyhow. So I
practically jumped down the stairs and met him at the door as he walked
in. I smiled to myself at the surprised expression on his face when he saw
me standing there with another big hard on. The look quickly became one of
lust, though, as his big cock immediately starting tenting his tight,
threadbare jeans.

"Hey stud," he grinned. "Guess you're happy to see me, huh?"

I put my hands on his huge pecs and shoulders and planted my mouth on his
lips for a deep kiss. He immediately grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed me
right back, not hesitating to give me his tongue just as aggressively.

So far so good.

I finally broke away from his sexy mouth and started slurping my tongue
over his chin and down his sweaty neck down to his chest where I planted my
lips squarely on his left tit. I sucked it deeply and lovingly in my mouth,
chewing hungrily at the salty, dusty residue remaining from a day of
laboring in the sun. He moaned in pleasure, cupping my head in his big
hairy paws, pressing his nipple deeply against my eager tongue.

I licked my way across the broad expanse of his hairy chest to the other
side, never letting my tongue lose contact with his tight pecs. I
passionately gave him the tongue bath I'd been thinking about giving him
all day, thrilled still at the fact that I was actually worshiping the
rough, sweaty, hard muscled working class stud of my fantasies.

Only this was my newly found friend and lover Gus. And I was unavoidably
falling for him like no one else I'd ever met. I could have spent hours
pigging out on just his ripe armpits alone, but I had bigger plans for this
tired dirt mover after a long day's work. I had one more thing I wanted him
to plow.

Deep and long.

I fell to my knees, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his hips,
pleased that he'd not bothered with underwear at my earlier urging. His
dick reared up instantly, so tall and erect it was literally trying to fuck
his own belly.

I engulfed his cock into my mouth all the way to the root, deeply breathing
in the intoxicatingly rank smell of his pubes and balls that'd been
sweating and fermenting all day in the hot sun. I think I could have made
this blow job last for hours without ever getting fatigued. But Gus had a
different thought in mind as he roughly grabbed my head in his hands and
began hard fucking his big meat deeply in and out of my throat, groaning
loudly as I gasped for breath between his strokes.

By now, I'd given him enough blow jobs to know that the first orgasm would
come quickly, but would just be the warmup for the next two or three. And
sure enough, in only a few minutes, between shouts and moans to get ready,
he shot a thick and heavy load in my mouth, giving me the protein fix I'd
daydreamed all day about during long boring meetings at the ad agency where
I worked.

A couple of hours later, after he'd fucked me from one side of the living
room to the other with both his dick and his fist to the point of his
exhaustion (note: not mine), we finally got up, showered together, and went
out to find some dinner. Not that I was even slightly hungry at this point
at least for food.

Over dinner, I told him about the public fisting party Jim was planning and
asked if he wanted to go with me.

"I don't think so, buddy," he said, a sort of sad smile on his face.

"But why?" I asked, the disappointment showing in my voice.

"Well, I saw my wife today when I was at the farm and she wants us to give
it another try together."

"But, Gus I mean I thought you were really into the stuff we've been
doing. I thought that you maybe were liking me too."

I was about to cry and I didn't even know exactly why.

"All that's true, Blake," he said softly. "It's more true than you
know. But I feel like I have to at least give her another shot. She's a
real bitch most of the time and she's not much fun in bed either certainly
not now that I've had a taste of you. But she and I have been married for
10 years, so I feel like I owe her another chance. She says she's gonna try
hard to make me happy."

"I see," I said, trying hard not to get emotional. After all, I'd only
known him a week, but I'd never felt this way about someone before
particularly as I gazed upon my ideal of the handsome rough trade stud with
both a heart and a brain.

"Well I guess I can only wish you happiness, Gus," I smiled. "A lot of it."

"Thanks, buddy. It was terrific you were terrific while it lasted," he said
with a sort of melancholy smile.

He raised his beer to me.

"Here's to what might have been if things were different."

I drained the rest of my beer in salute.

"Well, Gus, the door's always open in case it doesn't work out."

He thanked me, drove me home, and took about 5 minutes to gather his few
things. On the way out the door, he gave me a wonderfully long goodbye
kiss, and was suddenly gone.

I went upstairs, found one of his dirty t-shirts tossed in a corner of the
bedroom, took a deep and long whiff of its sweat stained armpits, and cried
myself to sleep.











Chapter 3

Friday night I showed up at the address Jim had given me at an old brick
building in the Cleveland warehouse district. There were lots of trendy
restaurants and condos going in all around this gentrifying neighborhood,
but there was still just enough of a seedy element remaining in the area to
give the particular block I was on an air of danger and sleeziness.

In my desire to forget about Gus, I was more than ready for as much sleeze
as I could find.

In fact, I just wanted to get lost it in, drown in it, lose all sense of
control and responsibility and just give it all up to the big leather stud
who'd been the first to plunge his arm up my ass.

I rang the bell and was buzzed in to a small entry foyer where a burly body
builder bouncer-type with a leather harness and jock strap stood with his
arms folded across his chest. He politely ordered me to strip.

"I uh don't know about that," I said. "Don't I have to register or pay
something first?"

"It's all handled, boy," he said firmly. "The gentleman inside has already
taken care of it. I'm instructed to collect your clothes and to return them
when the gentleman desires they be returned."

He looked behind him for a second and said to me in a low voice "Don't
worry, dude. They'll be right here and your master in there is a good
guy. He won't let anything bad happen."

So I pulled my tank top undershirt up and off and handed it to him. Next
came my boots and then my jeans. I hadn't bothered with underwear and he
looked more than interested at my bigger than average dick now getting half
hard in front of his stare. He handed me back my boots and told me to put
them back on.

With that, I was standing there naked in a strange place with absolutely no
idea who or what I would encounter once inside. All I knew was that Jim was
expecting me and would soon take control.

I swallowed hard but knew I was ready and getting more turned on by the
second.

"By the way, I'm Butch," he grinned, sticking out his hand.

"That's pretty fucking obvious," I joked, shaking his enormously muscular
hand and instantly starting to lust for its sheer girth and power inside
me.

"Yeah, I get that line all the time," he grinned again. "Hope I get to play
with you some tonight, but I have to work the door for now."

"I hope so too, Butch," I said now fully erect on at the thoughts of his
huge arms trying to fist me.

He pressed a button on the wall and suddenly the door opened and Butch
abruptly dropped his pleasant demeanor, transforming into an angry,
commanding master. Come to think of it, he was pretty damned convincing.

"Get your sorry ass in there, boy!" he roared as he lifted his shiny black
boot and literally kicked my ass into a bar crowded with men. As I stood up
and tried to recover from the stumble, I could see men in all stages of
undress, but mostly just naked. Some wore towels, some sported jockstraps,
and lots showed cocks displayed beneath leather harnesses and chains around
their torsos.

Before my eyes could adjust fully to the darkness, a hand roughly groped my
still hard cock and a familiar voice spoke into my ear.

"Hello, asswipe. Ready to give it up to me again?"

"Jim! Uh Sir." I said, relieved to know that it was he who had my jewels in
his grip and he who would now take control.

"Don't move a muscle, pussy boy," he ordered, as he buckled a leather
collar around my neck. I instantly knew I had just given up all control
with this symbolic act. The feel of the cool leather fitting snugly against
my throat made me feel dizzy already. My dick was already so hard it had to
be leaking.

He then connected a chain to my collar, and began leading me further into
the depths of the club.

"Where's Gus?" he asked as we walked past seemingly dozens of men now
staring with great interest at us.

"Home with his wife, Sir. He decided to give the straight life another
try."

"Sorry, man," he said. "I know you liked him. Or at least you liked the way
he fucked your hot ass."

"Both, sir," I answered. "Both."

"Well when I'm done with you tonight, pussy, you're not even gonna remember
this guy. What you're gonna know is that you've been fucked like no
goddamned straight man could ever do you. You want that, fucker?"

"Oh yeah, sir yeah, I want that a lot!"

"Good, boy. That's what I want to hear," he smiled, jerking my chain just
hard enough to let me know he was in charge.

"Over here, boy," he ordered as he pulled the leash and led me to a corner
bar where, laid out in neat rows, was a large assortment of "party favors"
as Jim called them.

"Did you like the 'C' we did last week, boy?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, sir. I liked that a lot."

"Well it did make you get pretty fucking insatiable, didn't it?" he
grinned, a downright evil looking leer on his face.

"Then we'll start with this," as he wet his finger and captured most of one
whole line. I opened my mouth, raised my tongue, and he gave me the entire
hit. I couldn't wait to start feeling the effects as I watched him take a
much smaller hit.

"I need to pace myself tonight boy so I can make sure things don't get out
of hand," he smiled gripping my shoulder almost lovingly.

"You just need to trust me now, Blake. It's going to get fucking wild, but
if you just go with everything I throw at you, you're gonna have the time
of your life. And remember if anything at all gets to be too much, just say
'stop' and everything will come to a grinding halt. You understand me,
boy?"

He looked me straight in the eye, suddenly dead serious.

"Yes sir," I smiled a little nervously. "Thanks, but I doubt that's gonna
happen. I'm really hot for this to happen, sir."

"Good boy," he said. "Okay, let's get this show started."

He led me through a side door and through a dark narrow hall where I could
see a bright light at the end. As we got closer, I could see it was a small
stage with spotlights surrounding it. Through the haze, it looked like
there were wall to wall men surrounding the platform and as we emerged from
the hall and into the room, I could now see it was the focal point of the
room, much like a boxing ring without the ropes.

The platform was about three feet off the floor, high enough for the
audience to easily see but low enough to make the crowd feel like they
could reach out and touch the performers. There were several chains with
leather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. On the stage, a small cart on
wheels stood at the edge with an assortment of whips, lubes, paper towels,
and other still unknown items neatly arranged for Jim's easy access.

A single microphone hung from the ceiling directly over the center and I
saw at least 3 or 4 video cameras mounted on tall poles at each corner of
the stage. I gulped as I gave one last thought to the idea of backing
out. It would only take one "stop" from me and I could go back to my house
in the country and to the bland vanilla sex life I'd had before meeting Jim
or Gus.

Gus SHIT! I needed to move on, to forget about him. And a little voice
inside me told me that this was the best medicine for me. The crystal was
starting to gel in my system now so that probably had something to do with
my decision as well. I was ready. Hell, I was getting fucking hotter for it
by the second.

The noise quickly died to a nearly perfect silence as Jim led me through
the parting crowd to the steps at the platform's base. I could feel dozens
of eyes staring intently at me, dissecting every square inch of my pumped
up flesh as a cannibal would inspect his next meal.

The crystal was really kicking in now, reacquainting me with the total lack
of inhibition I'd felt the previous weekend. Despite the presence of
probably 30 or 40 total strangers and the potential of hundreds, maybe
thousands who would watch the video -- I was beginning to like the
exhibitionist in me. I was starting to get off on the thoughts of being the
biggest, kinkiest pig they'd ever seen here.

It was showtime and I was ready.

As Jim led me by the leash onto the stage, the noise died to a hush. I felt
flushed and vaguely faint but took a deep breath and composed myself. I
heard the sound of something creaking and cranking and looked up to see two
sets of chains with cuffs being lowered from the ceiling.

Jim silently grabbed my left wrist and placed the leather cuff around
it. He quickly did the right wrist as well and then signaled to some unseen
person with his hand motioning up.

I felt my arms rising above my head, creating the top half of an "x,"
stopping just before my feet were lifted from the floor.

Jim walked to the equipment table and grabbed what looked like the riding
crop he'd used on me the previous time, only this one was longer and had a
broader head on it. I shivered at what undoubtedly was about to happen.

He sniffed at my armpits and then took several long deep breaths.

"Good boy," he whispered to me. "Just the way I like 'em. Rank and raunchy
and better than poppers."

He then turned to the audience.

"Gentlemen, good evening," he said in the deep, authoritative voice that
instantly made me harder.

"As promised, I have delivered for your viewing pleasure the pig slave I
told several of you about."

Without warning, he raised his arm high above me and lashed the crop
directly across my chest, making me cry out in unexpected pain.

"He has no name other than pig, pussy, or slave."

He struck again, this time across my belly, causing the same pained
reaction from me.

"What he does have, as I promised you, is an insatiable appetite that only
I can fulfill.



    Another lash, this time across my shoulders. And another cry from me.

"Before your eyes I will turn this hairy muscle boy from the poor excuse
for a topman he used to be into a writhing begging pig who lives only for
my fists plunged up his ass (another strike across my ass) and who pleads
for my piss in his mouth. (another strike on my chest, just missing my
mouth.) And who desperately needs his master to inflict hurt on his body
without mercy."

With that, he unleashed a series of strikes from the crop that made me
scream loudly in the kind of hot, sensuous pain that had already turned
into ecstatic pleasure no incredible need and hunger for more and more.

"PLEASE SIR MORE!" I yelled. "Please HIT ME AGAIN, SIR!"

"Tonight I will reduce this so-called muscle man into a pathetic pussyboy
who begs, lives, breaths and fucks only for my pleasure," Jim nearly
shouted, himself clearly turned on at this point.

He lashed at me again, this time connecting with my cock and balls, and
causing raw, hot pain to shoot throughout my whole body. I screamed again,
in agony, but my cock grew even harder.

Even though I was supposed to be looking straight ahead, I could see his
erection standing straight up to his belly, purple and angry looking inside
his cock ring, and so infinitely capable of fucking my ass into heaven.

And once again, he seemed to read my mind as he dropped the riding crop and
went back to the table, grabbing a short metal chain with two clamps on
it. He walked behind me, rubbing his massive cock against my ass as I
rubbed back as much as the chains holding me up would allow.

He reached around my chest and grabbed my left tit roughly in his hand and
placed one of the clips directly on my nipple.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed, never having had this done to me before. I was
beyond rational thought as my nipple felt like it was slowly being ripped
from my body right in front of all these people. But before I could
recover, he reached around to my right tit and did the same thing to it,
eliciting even more of my agonized screams.

But just as I was totally consumed by the blinding pain on my tits, he
grabbed my hips and plunged his leaking dick into my ass without warning.

"Ummpppphhhhhh!" I gasped in shock, not expecting a painful assault just
yet on this part my body, yet suddenly filled with the ripping thrusts of
10 super hard inches brutally raping my ass.

"Take it, pussy! Take this big fucking dick up your tight ass!" he grunted
as he fucked me like a jackhammer in high gear.

It only took seconds before I was able to convert the pain into glorious
pleasure and only seconds again before I began yelling for him to fuck me
harder.

He responded like the stud champion he was, raising his assault to an even
more intense level, grabbing the chains attached to my nipples and tugging
at them without mercy.

"FUCK ME SIR!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "HURT ME SIR!" I
screamed again.

He fucked me like a freight train colliding with a buck deer caught on the
tracks, pummeling my ass into a pulp, making me cry out repeatedly for more
and more.

Finally, after who knows how long, he roared a string of undecipherable
obscenities in my ear and began a long series of even harder thrusts inside
me that everyone in the room could tell was his cum shooting deeply in my
ass.

That was enough to make my own cum shoot far in front of me, undoubtedly
spurting on someone in the audience, and as far as I was concerned
hopefully directly into some lucky guy's mouth.


Chapter 4

Jim pulled his spooge laden dick out of my ass and signaled to someone
unseen to lower something down.  Immediately, two more chains began
lowering in front of me as I felt the chains holding my arms now lifting me
off the floor. My arms were getting really tired, so my discomfort must
have shown as Jim whispered in my ear not to worry he'd make me comfortable
for what would come next.

As I rose off the floor, he grabbed one of my ankles and attached one of
the new chains to it. He then did the same to the other ankle, effectively
stringing me in the air like a side of beef, my legs now higher than my
head and spread wide apart.

Finally, he took a wide leather belt from the table with chains attached to
it and ran it under my lower back, helping me lift up as he chained it to
each of the four suspended chains. He grabbed another one and placed it
under my neck so my head would be supported. I immediately felt the belts'
solid support and it made me feel like I was floating in air now, my sloppy
asshole now widely visible and exposed to the audience. I could feel Jim's
cum seeping out of it, most certainly dripping onto the floor and probably
the object of many hungry tongues at the moment. Hell, if I could have
sucked his tasty cum out of my own ass, I would have been down there
lapping at it in a heartbeat.

I looked up to see him holding a small plastic bag filled with more crystal
and opened my mouth as his wet finger grabbed another generous chunk and
placed it under my tongue. I sucked it in and didn't want to release his
finger, sending him a signal that needed no translation.

He came around behind me and planted his greasy half hard dick behind my
head. I lowered my head backwards and opened my mouth as he inserted his
cock straight into my throat. At the same time, he gave himself another hit
of the C. It looked like a larger hit this time, though still not as much
as I'd just taken.

I wrapped my lips and tongue around his half hard cock, delighting in the
blending tastes of his cum and my own ass juices. I moaned loudly enough
for the entire room to hear, thoroughly enjoying the fact that dozens of
men watching me were probably jacking themselves off to the image of my
mouth hungrily sucking on the big sausage that had just fucked me so
brutally hard.

In only seconds, though, he began pissing in my mouth, flooding it quickly
beyond my capacity to swallow. As I muffled my loud groans in attempts to
capture it all, it soon started flowing around my mouth, and onto my
neck. Jim pulled out and let his piss shoot strongly out over my chest and
even onto my cock and balls. I could hear the audience's cumulative moan as
the thick stream of yellow fluid washed the sweat off of my body, replacing
it with a wet sheen and a salty smell that made me feel so wonderfully used
and depraved.

That, after all, was what a pig slave was for.

But with my legs spreadeagled wide for all to see and a brand new hit of C
in my body, I was ready to be fisted. And he was ready to give me what I
now desperately needed.

I watched him grab a large syringe that looked like it was something that
would be used on an elephant. Instead, he stuck it in a small bucket and
filled it up with a liquid that had to be some sort of lubricant.

He inserted it at the entrance to my ass and began shooting its contents
inside me. I almost cried out at how delicious it felt as its cool,
soothing liquid spurted deeply inside me. It had a menthol smell to it and
was turning my ass into an icy fire. It seemed like he shot a quart of the
stuff in me, refilling it and plunging it into my ass twice before finally
putting it away on the table.

He held a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to take a big hit,
which I eagerly did.

"Gentleman," he announced, "I will now take total possession of this slave
with my fist. When I am inside him, I will own his body, his heart, and his
soul. He will depend on me for his very breath. Because I will own him. I
will fist him beyond his ability to comprehend what is real and what is
fantasy. I will become his God."

I was flying so high on the poppers and the C by now, I didn't fully
comprehend what he had just said. I just knew I was ready and hungry for
his fist inside me.

"Please, Sir" I groaned and squirmed. "Please give me your fist, sir."

"Do you give yourself up to me, boy?" he demanded loudly. "Do you give me
your ass and your soul, pussy boy?"

"Oh yeahhhhhh, yes sir!" I shouted. "Yeah this is your ass, this is your
body, this is your soul, SIR!"

He gave me virtually no warning as his hand thrust itself into my gaping
open hole, pushing itself to the peak of his knuckles almost immediately.

I gasped in combined pleasure and pain and tried to thrust my asshole into
his fist for even more.

"Fucking CUNT!" he yelled as he roughly plunged his fist at my hole, trying
to gain entrance without much, if any, preliminaries. Hell, we both knew
that the rough fucking he'd just given me had been all the foreplay I'd
need.

"FUCKING FIST!" I yelled as his hand plunged all the way to the wrist in
one brutal stroke.

"AAHHHHHHH!" I screamed as he twisted his hand from side to side inside
me. He wasn't remotely gentle. He acted like he wanted to hurt me this
time. His face showed a determined meanness that cared about nothing other
than pleasuring his own brutal instincts and showing off for the captivated
audience.

But I was already in heaven.

"FIST ME, SIR!" I shouted. "FUCKIN FIST ME HARD, SIR! PLEASE!"

He responded by pushing his hand further inside me, going past his wrist
and now towards his muscled forearm.

I groaned loudly and must have tightened up. Seconds later he stuck the
bottle of poppers under my nose once again. I took several deep snorts and
closed my eyes as he rammed his arm a few more inches deep inside me.

It was once again indescribably pleasurable as his fingertips wiggled
inside me, eliciting nerve functions that I'd had no clue about until the
previous weekend. Now I was feeling them again and going bonkers on the
fact that not only was he deep fisting me, he was doing it in front of all
these men whose gasps and sighs and whispers told me they were thoroughly
enjoying the show.

"More, Sir!" I moaned. "I need MORE, SIR!" I yelled.

"YOU!" Jim yelled at a man near the front. "Get up here!"

I opened my eyes as a hard bodied 30-something man wearing a leather
harness, a massive hardon, and nothing else jumped on the platform.

"Your job is to feed him your dick and to keep the poppers flowing up his
nose. Got it?" Jim demanded.

"You bet, dude," the guy responded huskily, eagerly planting his huge dick
at my mouth. I needed no coaxing as I opened my lips and let him stick it
all the way to my throat.

"Feed him some poppers, dude," Jim directed. "I'm gonna bust his ass with
my whole fucking arm."

The bottle appeared at my nostrils and I inhaled deeply as the leather guy
fucked his cock down my eager throat. As the rush hit me, Jim pushed his
arm even deeper. Reason told me that it was too much too fast, but the
combination of poppers, C, and his thick arm up my ass made me surrender to
the sensations. I moaned uncontrollably as he worked his way up to what had
to be the majority of his forearm.

And then the real fucking began.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way to the end, causing me to
momentarily beg albeit incoherently -- to put it back. It was hard to talk
with such a thick dick fucking my throat.

But I needn't have worried. He pulled back only to push forward. And the
fucking of my life was suddenly on.

"Take this, you faggot!" he yelled as he fucked virtually his whole arm
back inside me. I groaned around the dick in my mouth, unable to beg him to
do the same thing again.

I didn't need to worry. Jim pulled back again until his fist was almost
completely out of my ass and then pushed forward again, brutally plunging
his arm back inside me almost all the way to his elbow.

This went on and on for a wonderfully endless time. At some point the guy
who was fucking my mouth shot a hot thick load initially in my mouth and
then all over my face. All the time, he just kept holding the bottle of
poppers under my nose as I happily inhaled and shouted encouragements to
Jim at the top of my lungs with each thrust of his powerful arm.

Finally he slowed down and then pulled out, leaving me gasping for air but
begging for him to put it back.

"Want some of this, dude?" Jim asked the muscle guy.

"Fuck yes," he replied, sticking his hand in the big bowl of lube and
labbing a generous amount of it all the way to his elbow.

He wasted no time as he slammed his thick hand deep inside me, causing me
to cry out again in wanton desire for more.

Jim planted the poppers at my nose and I took a few deep hits. That was all
it took for me to look into Jim's eyes and send him a mental message.

He got it loud and clear as he planted his hand inside the lube bowl.

"Move over a little, buddy," he told the guy who was now eagerly fisting
his whole arm inside me. "We're gonna make this a lot more interesting."

I felt Jim's fingers at the entrance to my asshole, prying themselves
alongside those of the hot guy from the audience whose cum still tasted
great in my mouth. He'd kept the bottle of poppers open and held them with
his free hand once again at my nose. I sniffed in and then readied myself
for the ecstasy I knew would follow.

He didn't disappoint. As soon as he saw me going into that netherworld of
popper pleasure, he thrust his whole hand back inside me.

I screamed in combined pain and pleasure but didn't think for even a
millisecond about yelling "stop."

Suddenly I was being fisted my two powerful studs at the same time. Lights
flashed all around me and I realized it was the flashes from dozens of
cameras held in the audience. So much for my future as a politician, I
joked to myself. But hell, at this moment, I didn't give a shit. I was
being royally fucked by two gigantic fists up my ass and I had never felt
better unless it could have also been Gus' arm fucking me.

And with that, I went black.

It was probably only moments later that I woke up with the feeling of two
arms exiting my ass as quickly as possible.

"You okay, buddy?" the audience guy asked.

"He's fine, dude," Jim replied. "I think we just fed him too many poppers."

Nope. Just too many thoughts of Gus, I replied to myself.

Jim lowered his face to my ear.

"Are you okay, sweetheart," he asked me, kissing my temple as he spoke.

"Yeah, Jim, I'm fine," I said loudly enough for the audience to hear. "In
fact, I'm so fine, I need both of those fucking fists back inside me NOW,
please."

The audience laughed loudly.

Jim only chuckled.

"Time for an intermission, folks," Jim announced to the audience. "Act two
begins in 15 minutes."

The lights went down and Jim released me from the sling harness. My legs
and arms were shaky and weak at first but after moving them around a
little, I was fine. More to the point, I was still incredibly horny for
something to fuck me again. The audience was scurrying about all around us,
most of the guys quickly trying to get another drink before the next act.

"Here, baby, take some more of this," Jim held out a crystal coated finger
once again, loaded with even more of the white powder than the previous
time. I took it in eagerly, impatient for whatever the next level of
decadence it would take me to.

His wet finger then went to my asslips, fingering then, inserting first two
then four digits back inside me. I shuddered in heat, wishing he'd plunge
the whole fist back inside me.

He then held out a small square of paper in his other hand and looked at
me.

"This is your decision, dude. You know how wild it made you feel before. If
you want to really fucking get into this, you can take it and I'll make
sure nothing really bad happens to you."

"Damn!" I exclaimed. "You think they might wanna gang fuck me, sir? As much
as it scares me, I just might want that to happen, sir."

I squirmed on his fingers, trying to will his whole fist back inside me.

"If you're into it, then we'll make it happen, baby. But I'll promise you
this: no dude will dick fuck you without a condom, okay? I'm safe, but
probably half of these guys are not. I'm not gonna let some disease take
away the best bottom boy I've ever had. Okay?"

"Thank you sir," I replied. I leaned over and licked his hairy
nipple. "Thank you very much, Jim."

I took the paper square from his hand and let it slowly dissolve in my
mouth. I secretly hoped it would take me to places yet undiscovered. And I
was vaguely aware of the fact that I'd given this man my very soul.

With that the lights came back up and the crowd settled back into its awed
silence. I could tell from their overheard comments that tonight's "show"
was head and shoulders above the usual fare offered and it made me feel
really hot and desirable. I could also tell from their whispers they were
turned on to the contrast between my butch exterior and my bottom pig
interior.

"How can some guy who looks like that be a fucking fist slave?" I heard one
guy ask his buddy.

"That's what makes him so fucking hot, dude," his friend replied. "A really
butch guy giving it up is a fucking turn on. And if I get the chance, I'm
gonna make him take my arm all the way to my shoulder," he said.

I stood with my eyes pointed down, my hands held behind my back, in perfect
slave position. Their words turned me on so much I wanted to shout at the
top of my lungs how much I wanted the whole pack of them to descend on me,
fucking my ass with their fists, brutalizing my body to the point where
pain transcends ecstasy.

"Gentlemen," Jim began. "You've seen how much my slave boy craves a fist up
his ass. You even saw how much he digs having two fists up his ass. But
what you haven't seen is how much he'd love to have all your fists fucking
him. For that matter, whatever else you can think to insert. The fact is,
my slave is unashamedly addicted to fist. It's what I love most about
him. So don't go away, fellow members. You're gonna get your chance very
soon to enjoy what is mine. And I am willing to share with you only because
I believe in sharing what I own."

"And, gentlemen, I own this pig."

I shuddered uncontrollably at his words. It scared me, yet it excited
me. Had I made a pack with the devil? Or just the best top man this side of
Gus.

Gus . Shit! There I went again. Why couldn't I get him out of my head? But
I didn't have time to think about it more because Jim was suddenly ordering
me back to the hanging cuffs, only this time the opposite way with my face
facing the floor.

He strapped me in and signaled the controller to lift me up. My arms went
first and then my legs were lifted under me. Once again, he connected the
wide leather belt under my stomach to support my weight. The extra hit of
crystal was kicking in now, making my ass overwhelmingly hungry for more
fucking. I even hoped he'd whip me some more so that my body could truly
feel alive with the intensity of his abuse.

I noticed I was now just inches off the floor, my legs spreadeagled wide
apart, but my arms close together near my head so that I could presumably
hold a bottle of poppers myself.

"Gentleman, I will prepare my slave for your onslaught," Jim announced, "by
readying his ass with that which only I may use to fuck him."

He handed me an open bottle of poppers and whispered for me to use them as
much as I needed to. I heard a scrape of something being dragged across the
floor and glimpsed a low-rise chair being placed behind me. It looked like
a short-legged beach chair, only it was padded with black leather and was
tilted back so that whoever sat it in would, by necessity, have his legs
thrust into the air.

I knew what was coming and I couldn't wait.

I heard him sink into the chair and literally shuddered in impatient
expectation as the sound of the lube bucket scraped across the floor.

About a minute later, I felt something slimy pushing against my ass and I
knew it was his toes. I took a deep hit of poppers and relaxed my hole as
much as possible.

Just as I thought he was about to push it in, I felt a slash of heat across
my back. And then another. I looked around and saw the doorman from before
holding a long leather belt. I tried to remember his name as he lashed
another assault across my shoulders. Butch. That was it. Butch. I
remembered how big his arms were, how much I'd enjoy having them thrust up
my ass. Butch.

But by now, Jim's foot was slowly inching its way inside my ass. He was
being careful and gentle, knowing that one wrong turn could ruin me for the
rest of the night.

"Take some poppers, boy," he ordered. I complied immediately, inhaling
several times on the open fumes.

The belt lashed against me again, causing me to cry out in sweet burning
agony. Jim's foot pushed assertively all the way to his heel, making me cry
out yet again.

"Oh, SIR!" I cried. "PLEASE FUCK ME!"

He pulled out and then pushed forward again, fucking me with the intensity
that I craved. I took more hits of the poppers and gave myself completely
to the overwhelming intensity of being foot fucked and whip lashed at the
same time. The spotlights encircling us started churning like a tornado,
making me realize the first effects of the acid I'd taken. I knew I was in
for a wild ride.

Camera flashes went off all around us, capturing the intensity of two
muscle top studs abusing me, one with his foot and the other with his
belt. I could see the sweat dripping off of Butch's chest as the muscles of
his huge arms pumped up even more with each slash. His jock strap was gone
and his big thick cock was hard and angry.

Jim's foot seemed to reach a point of maximum depth as he now just kept
thrusting it in and out as I tried my best to get more.

He must have sensed my hunger as I felt a momentary lapse and then the
presence of something else against my stuffed butthole. His fist? Someone
else's hand? And then it hit me. It was his other foot.

Goddamn! He was trying to double footfuck me!

I took a deep, deep hit from the poppers and then simply gave it up. I
relaxed my ass muscles to allow a fucking freight train to enter and -- low
and behold -- in came his second foot.

It took several minutes to get it completely in, but finally it happened. A
muscle twitched, a sliver of lube shifted the right way, and suddenly I was
being fucked by two big feet at the same time.

"UHHHHHH AHHHHHHH UMPHHHHHHH!" I yelled. I was incoherent. I was spazzing
out on the greatest fuck of the century. I was in heaven.

A fat dick presented itself at my mouth just as I was shouting to the
heavens. It was Butch and he obviously wanted to get off. I was happy to
oblige as he fucked his thick sausage all the way into my throat, only to
pull back and fuck in again.

Shit, at this point, a blow job was easy. Besides, as I looked up into his
face, I saw the halo of an angel surrounding his body. It was golden and
shimmering and soared all around him in an exquisitely wonderful glow. He
was heavenly and I too was in heaven, helped, of course, by the onslaught
of the acid I'd taken. Amazingly, I was still coherent enough to feel like
I was recording every image by the second, much like my own internal video
camera.

He'd choked up on the belt so that it was now fairly short. And as I let
him fuck my mouth, I reveled in the fact that he was brutally lashing its
broad leather under me against my pecs and my stomach, occasionally
flecking against my crystal-softened dick, which was nonetheless close to
yet another orgasm.

Within seconds, minutes, even hours who could know I tasted his cum
shooting into my mouth and I drank like a camel, needing, wanting,
obsessing for his creamy load. At the same time, Jim's double feet in my
ass make me scream in yet another mental orgasm at the same time I heard
Jim groaning in what had to be a similar experience on his part.

Damn! For both of us to come with definitely soft dicks it was amazing.

But I didn't have time to think about it as Jim pulled both his feet from
my gaping and still hungry asshole.

Butch signaled someone and suddenly I was being raised higher off the
ground. I still held the poppers in my hand and, at this point, would have
fought the devil to hang onto them.

No time to think about it, though, as Butch, the incredibly built muscle
guy who doubled as the club's doorman, presented his incredibly buff body
between my legs.

"You fucking cunt," he snarled, "You don't deserve to get fucked by a man
like me."

I turned my head and met his eye, making it clear that he could do any
fucking thing he wanted to do.

"I wanna hear you beg for it, pig boy. I wanna hear you tell me what you
want."

"Your fist, sir!" I yelled. "Both your big muscle fists, sir!" I
said. "Everything you've got to fuck me with, sir! GODDAMN! PLEASE FUCK ME,
SIR!" I screamed.

Butch reached for the lube and placed a generous amount on his right hand
and arm and wasted no time in pushing it in for the kill.

I took another hit of poppers and tried to relax for what was clearly the
biggest arm yet that had attempted to invade my insides. Butch's muscular
arm was massive and it just kept getting bigger. I was instantly both
afraid and incredibly hot to feel him abusing my hole.

He slid it in fairly easily but I quickly realized that it just kept
getting thicker.

"How you liking this, pussy boy," he snarled.

"Thank you, sir!" I answered. "It feels so fucking good, sir. Please fill
me up!"

By answer, he merely thrust his arm even deeper, working toward his tree
trunk forearm, working it back and forth further and further until we were
both moaning and groaning.

"Love having my fucking arm up your hot ass, man" Butch groaned. "Love
having you fuckin giving it up to me .. hot muscle stud like you who would
have thought a stud like you would be a slave for my big fucking arm,
dude."

I moaned in reply, unable to coherently respond, still entranced by the
acid induced angelic halo surrounding his body.

"More," I managed. "Please . MORE, SIR!" I moaned.

The riding crop reappeared and slashed itself across my heaving pecs. I
opened my eyes and saw Jim, with a wild look in his eye, intent on
inflicting even more hurt on my flesh.

I saw Jim and Butch exchange a turned on look at each other and watched as
Butch took his other hand and dipped it into the lube bowl. He told me to
take another hit on the poppers and I quickly complied.

The rush made me oblivious to the increased pressure at my ass and without
being fully aware of what was happening, he slipped his second huge hand
inside me.

Suddenly I was fully aware of feeling like my ass was being ripped beyond
hope. I screamed in abject pain, begging him to take his hand out.

"No can do, fucker," he said. "We both know you want it and we both know
you can take it. NOW TAKE IT!" he roared as he plunged the second hand into
me without mercy.

It was amazing how I could go from such pain to such pleasure in only a
matter of seconds. No sooner did I think I was dying until I thought I was
dying of too much joy.

Butch had both his massive hands inside me and he wasn't being still. As a
matter of fact, he was pile driving his arms in total unison, fucking me as
one, yelling loud insults at me as he took possession of my body.

Jim kept slashing the riding crop against my back and ass as he shouted
encouragements to both Butch and me.

What happened next was a blur as someone else jumped on stage and I heard
Butch moaning in pleasure for him to suck his dick. And in only minutes, he
yelled, grunted, and shot a second load into some stranger's hot mouth.

It only made me hotter as Butch's huge muscled hands slowly worked their
way out of my stuffed ass.

At this point, the acid had fully kicked in, the crystal was at its maximum
impact, and I was just a mass of meat waiting to be fisted, fucked,
whipped, and abused.

I don't know how many men fisted and fucked me for the next several hours,
but I do know it was a lot. At some point Jim fed me another huge hit of
crystal to keep me going and that was all I needed to become the biggest
fist slut of all time. Doing this in front of both all these strange men as
well as the video cameras made me extra motivated to put on a great show.

But finally, it came to an end and Jim slowly lowered me to the floor,
where he then unbuckled the straps that had been holding me up.

"You thirsty?" he asked, as he towered above me, his legs straddling my
well fucked body.

"YES SIR!" I shouted, a bit too loudly. "Please piss on me, sir. I need
your piss so badly, sir!"

He winked at me and let it fly, flooding my sweating, stinking body with a
powerful stream of his pale yellow fluid. I lifted my head in hopes of
capturing as much as possible in my mouth. But he seemed to want to cover
my whole body with his piss, only occasionally directing his stream into my
open and begging jaw.

I lay there for a few minutes before I felt someone lifting me up. It was
Jim and he was suddenly gentle and loving, kissing me on the forehead,
giving me soft instructions to ride along in his arms to the next place.

He half carried me as we walked together down another hall and into another
room.

"Do you trust me, baby?" he asked.

"Yes sir. Completely," I replied

"Then don't ask any questions at this point. Just do what I tell you."

"Yes Sir. You own me, sir."

He helped me get on a table and laid me on my stomach. His finger at my
mouth told me that another hit of crystal was waiting and I opened up and
imbibed without hesitation.

I felt my hands being grabbed from both ends and I heard the clinks of
chains restraining me yet again.

I heard the electric buzz of something starting up and looked to see a
bald, muscular man with tattoos all over his bare chest and arms holding a
barber's best friend. He grabbed my head in his hands and began swabbing it
back and forth in long even rows. I could feel my medium length hair
falling over my shoulders and shuddered at the sensation of the clippers
roughly scraping my scalp. In only minutes, I was buzzed like a Marine,
seeing myself in the wall mirror and immediately loving the look. I knew
that no matter how high I was at the moment, I'd leave it this way for
good.

Moments later the cool swab of an alcohol pad was swiped across my right
butt cheek and then I heard a different buzz from something I'd never
before heard. The bottle of poppers appeared yet again at my nose and I
inhaled deeply, preparing myself for whatever was about to occur.

I felt the scraping of an ink marker on my ass and I moaned in welcomed
pleasure at the image of him again marking me the way he had the previous
weekend.

Suddenly it felt like a needle was being repeatedly poked into my asscheck
and I realized immediately that I was going to be tattooed.

"Uhmmmmmm," I groaned in pain. "What are you doing to me?"

"It's okay, boy. Just remember that I own your ass. You gave it to me. So I
can fucking do whatever I want with it. You got that, asswipe?"

The pricking was starting to feel okay in my drugged, turned on state.

"Ummmmmm, sir. Starting to feel good, sir. Do it all over my body, sir!"

"You sure, pig boy?" he asked.

"Yeah sir it's like turning me on again, sir. Those pins just pushing in
me. Give me some more, sir."

It took the tattoo artist another half hour to finish my ass. And Jim kept
feeding me poppers to keep the pain at a minimum.

Then I felt the swabbing of my right bicep. As big as my arm muscle was/is,
I felt powerless to fight what was being done to me. Shit, I didn't want to
fight it. At that moment, I wanted to be marked as a fucking pig slave for
the rest of my life.

I winced as the needle began its work on my right arm. Jim was always
nearby with the poppers under my nose, keeping me high and horny as the
needle bore into my skin.

Finally, it was over and Jim led me to the mirror where he told me to get
ready for a huge surprise.

I looked at my right arm and saw a muscle man who looked amazingly like me
in full leather gear, with a leather band on his/my right arm and a red
hanky inserted in the leather of my hip on the right side.

I knew what this meant and I instantly decided I'd never again wear a shirt
in a gay bar. I wanted my tattoo exposed as a clear signal of what I wanted
and needed.

But that wasn't the extent of my new markings.

Jim turned me around so that my right ass cheek was showing and there in
full color was an incredibly muscular fist and arm flexing its bicep. On
the bicep was a tattoo of another fist, arm, and bicep. It was Jim's arm
and his tattoo was now permanently duplicated on my ass. Shit! And directly
below the arm, in letters that would be visible in any locker room, were
the words, "Slave to Fist."

I was instantly frightened yet turned on. I'd given permission to these
tattoos, but I was high as a kite and not rational. I decided not to think
about it for now, realizing that what was done was done.

But I couldn't take my eyes off of my hot new look. Buzzed and
tattooed. Suddenly I wanted to be pierced also, but I didn't say
anything. Maybe next time.

Jim wrapped his arm around me and told me it was time to rest. He handed me
a pill and told me to swallow. We ended up in a private room with the door
left wide open. Jim laid down on his back on the bed, his arm raised
straight up, his elbow resting on the towel- covered sheet.

"Sit on it, pig," he ordered. "Make your new ass tattoo come to life."

I was so hot, I didn't think twice. I only wanted his powerful fist and arm
inside me once again.

I grabbed a glob of Crisco from the open can on the night stand and lubed
his hand and arm generously. I then crawled on top of him and positioned my
ass just above his outreached hand. I took a long, deep hit of poppers and
began lowering my ass.

He was ready. I was ready. In only seconds, I'd managed to sit down on top
of his entire hand, past the wrist, all the way to the middle part of his
thick forearm.

"Do it, baby," he groaned. "Fuck yourself on my big arm."

"Yeah, sir" I moaned in pleasure. "I'm fucking loving this," as I squirmed
down his arm toward his elbow. I raised up and plunged myself down hard on
it without hesitation. I wanted a rough fuck and this would probably be the
last one of the night.

"Yeahhhhhhhh!" he moaned, thrusting his arm deeper inside me. "You like
your daddy's big arm deep fucking you, don't you?"

"Ummmmmmmm yeah ---- keep fucking me, Daddy!" I moaned.

I looked up and saw 3 or 4 men standing in the door watching us, jacking
their cocks. That turned me on even more as I pressed further down, now
past his elbow and on his pumped bicep.

We kept at it until one or both of us collapsed. The last thought I
remember was him moaning that I was squeezing his shoulder before I passed
out.

I awoke to the feeling of something still in my ass, fucking me.

I opened my eyes and saw that it was Jim, his hard dick plunging deeply
inside me. As sore as I should have been, I felt only pleasure at this
point, deeply loving the feel of his enormous piece of meat fucking me.

A few minutes later, he thrust especially hard and shot a hot load of semen
deep inside my very loose and sloppy ass.

After he got up, I lay there for a few minutes, suddenly remembering all
the ways I'd been fucked and fisted the night before. My dick got hard just
thinking about it. Moreover, as I fantasized there in the rented bed, I
couldn't help but imagine it was Gus' dick, Gus' fist, Gus' whole goddamned
arm plunging deeply inside my insatiable hole.

An hour later, I was driving home, still a little high, but mostly just
still turned on and hot. The day was gonna be another scorcher and I'd
decided not to bother with putting my clothes back on. Yes, it was a risk
in case I got pulled over, but I was still turned on, loving the fresh
breeze on my bare chest and exposed pubes, breathing deeply from the stink
coming from my body, and not ready for all the fun to end.

I also knew that what I needed most at this point was some much needed
rest. But amazingly, my dick was again getting hard. I was also carrying
several packets of crystal, which Jim had sold me at his cost. I didn't
know when or where I'd use them, but I knew that somehow, I'd manage to
have some fun.

I pulled into my driveway and blinked incredulously at the sight of a
familiar truck.

Gus.

Not quite knowing what to expect, and still a little high from the crystal
and the acid, I carefully got out of my Jeep Grand Cherokee and walked to
the entrance at the back. There, on the deck, was Gus sleeping on one of
the chaise lounges. He was stark naked and his hairy Greek body made me
swoon in desire.

No kidding. I actually was swooning.

It was already a steamy hot day and his sweat pooled over his huge pecs,
making him look like he'd just emerged from the pool. Only I didn't have a
pool.

I went to my knees and started licking the sweat from his chest and worked
my way to his belly. He tasted delicious. But what I wanted most was the
huge piece of sausage hanging limply between his legs.

I captured the uncut head in my mouth and began sucking the cheese from its
unwashed folds of skin.

Holy mother of head cheese! He tasted so fucking raunchy and delicious!

I felt him moving as I sucked the entire length inside my mouth. He was
getting hard. And he was probably waking up as well.

"So did you have a good time," he asked.

"I had a very large time," I glubbed around his cock. "I got fisted about
as many ways as you can imagine."

"Hmmm," he sighed. "I guess you got what you needed then, huh?"

"To tell you the truth, I kept thinking of you," I said, looking up and
straight into his eyes.

"You did?" he asked, meeting my stare.

"Yep . I kept hoping you'd be the one who would fist me."

"Uh . I gotta tell you something, buddy. After I left you the other night,
I went home and within an hour, she was back to her ways again. I really
thought she must hate men or at least me. So we started talking. Like
really talking for the first time in years. And sure enough, she really
thinks she'd rather be with a woman. And so then I told her about you. And
us. And she seemed kinda relieved about it. Seems like we'd both be happier
with our own kind."

"Wow," I said. "That's incredible, buddy."

"Yeah," he replied, looking deep in my eyes. "It's also my chance to tell
you that I don't know shit about all this gay crap, but I do know that I
really like you...a lot and that I really like what we do together. I can
be as rough as I want with you and you just beg for more. Do you know how
much I've secretly wanted that for so long, buddy?"

"Ditto wow," I said. "Do you know how much I've fallen for you?"

"I hope so, Blake," he said, smiling at me.

I looked down and saw his huge dick leaking with cum and knew exactly what
I wanted.

"Fuck me now, Gus," I moaned. "Then fist me. Will you do that for me,
buddy?"

"Get on your fucking hands and knees, pussy boy," he growled, "and I'll
give you what you need."

Hours later, I awoke, having been fucked and fisted to the point where my
ass might never recover. But lying beside me, naked and hairy, his sweat
filling my nostrils with its wonderfully rank smell, I knew that I'd found
my future.

I located one of the plastic baggies and took a decent hit of the
crystal. I was horny and I wanted just to recapture some of the amazing
sensations I'd had the night before.

I then found the can of Crisco and rubbed a generous dab around his right
hand and arm. Even though he was more asleep than awake, he cooperated in
clenching it into a fist and holding it firm against my ass as I pushed it
inside.

Now coming to life, he knew what I wanted but still pulled out. I briefly
protested until I saw him taking a hit of the crystal himself.

Moments later he roughly pushed back in.

"Now punch it, Gus," I begged.

"You got it, pig," he barked. He was picking up on this scene real well.

He pulled out and wasted no time in roughly punching his clenched fist back
inside my hole. I screamed in pleasure for him to do it again.

He didn't disappoint. He grunted loudly as he did it again. And again. And
to the point of neither of us caring how hard his powerful plunges
were. Even with all the previous fistings I'd had, this was definitely the
most intense. And I was further turned on by the fact that it was coming
from the hottest man I'd ever laid eyes on, Jim notwithstanding.

As he punch fucked me, I knew I could never turn back. This and he were
what I needed more than anything. My asshole was open wider than it had
ever been. And the top stud of my dreams was punching it with all of his
muscular might.

Despite the countless men who'd had their fists and their cocks inside me
hours earlier, I was still not stated.

But now, I needed not just a fist, but THE fist and the man connected to
it. The stud who was fucking me with not just his arm, but his heart.

More than anything else, I realized I was most addicted to Gus.

Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 11:40:27 +0000
From: redflag@att.net
Subject: Coming of Fist 4

	This is the third in a collection of chronicles called the "Coming
of Fist" saga.  While this particular story stands alone, you may want to
read the first two installments, "A Coming of Fist," and "Addicted to
Fist," for background on the characters and chronology.

	While the character "Blake" is, of course me and to
a large extent autobiographical (I occasionally take some literary
license), a handballing lawyer friend tells me I should assure you that any
resemblance by the other characters to any real people is purely
coincidental and likely the result of the somebody's overinflated ego only
wishing I actually were writing about what he and I did.  So there.  And as
always, your e-mail feedback is always welcome.  -- Blake


Married to Fist
By Blake
RedFlag@worldnet.att.net


Chapter 1

	"I like the way my little hickey looks on your neck, buddy," smiled
Gus as he leaned down and gave it a light lick and a playful nibble while I
lay sprawled on my back, naked and barely awake on top of the sheets.
	"I doubt it's so little," I yawned, remembering how he'd chewed
voraciously on my neck while he fucked me repeatedly throughout the night.
It was the crack of dawn and the start of Gus' work day on the farm he
owned down the road from my house.
	"But it sure tasted good when I was popping it on you last night,
babe.  And it sure as shit turns me on looking at it."  He kissed it again
and this time clamped his teeth a little harder.
	"Knock it off, Gus.  You know what that does to me," I groaned,
nonetheless shifting my head to give my beard stubbled vampire better
access.
	"Mmffffmmmmfff," he garbled as he clamped his teeth into my skin
like a hungry dog seeking his breakfast.
	Even though he'd supposedly been on his way out the door, he
instead fell on top of me and growled his mouth even tighter on my skin,
gnawing his teeth back and forth as though trying to tear away at the
flesh.  I could feel his erection pressing against me through his thick
work jeans.
	My own was also telescoping at full mast now as his hand reached
for it and clamped it possessively in his big workman's paw.  In the six
months we'd lived together now, he'd learned all the secret and not so
secret tricks of jump starting my battery.  Not that he had to try all that
hard since just the look and smell of him consistently made my engine run
fast.  And on this early morning, having my dark, hairy, muscular farmer
chewing away at my neck like some horny beast was a sure fired way of
waking up the pig in me.
	And, as you know from my earlier chronicles, the pig in me never
really goes to sleep.
	His hand slid lower and began fingering my asshole.  When multiple
fingers slipped right in without any resistance at all, we both realized
that the previous night's fucking and fisting had left me still generously
lubed with the combination of his prolific semen and the globs of Cricso
he'd shoved inside me.
	In other words, my pig ass was wet and loose and now hungry for its
morning feeding.
	I squirmed on his hand and pressed my bruised neck even harder into
his mouth grip.  I simultaneously fumbled with his jeans, trying to get
them open and his huge meat in my hand.  He stopped his assault just long
enough to roughly yank his athletic tank off and to slide his worn jeans
down his hips and off his still bare feet.
	"Get your fucking legs up in the air so I can get me a bite of that
sweet ass," he barked.
	I assumed the position in about a half a second, eager to feel his
stubbled jaw sand papering across the tender insides of my butt cheeks.
	He dove down in equally eager time, clamping his mouth onto the
moist lips of my butthole.  I don't know which one of us moaned the loudest
as his tongue sought its way inside to slurp out my juices.
	For a straight guy who lived with a wife just six months ago, Gus
had learned to rim me like an born expert and expert connoisseur.  It
helped that he had truly fallen in lust with my hairy ass, a literal
tongue-dropping-drooling reaction every time I flashed my hairy bubble
cheeks in front of his eyes.
	Which was often.
	He continued his assault with not so gentle bites all around the
hole opening, gripping small folds of tender anal skin in his teeth and
waiting on the resulting yelp that, for me, was an amazing combination of
pleasure and pain a mix I'd also learned to both love and crave in the past
six months.
	I guess I'd also made some big changes in the last year, since I
used to think of myself as pretty much a top guy.  With a good set of gym
muscles, a hairy chest, and a butch attitude, most guys in my bed always
presumed I was the fucker and not the fuckee.  But now, my ass was
demanding otherwise.
	"Please, Gus, I need it so bad.  Fuck me, Gus!  Please baby!"
	He lifted his face from between my raised thighs and gave me a
positively gleeful grin, like a kid waking up to his birthday.  His
handsome mouth, nose, and chin were covered with his own saliva and his
eyes had the happily crazed look of a man possessed.
	Gus scooted his body up on top of me and aimed his huge hardon at
my hole.  Not bothering with any gentle preliminaries, he just thrust it in
and slammed its full length to the balls in one powerful motion.
	"OHHHHHH SHIT!" I shouted.  "YEAHHHH!  FUCK MY HOLE!"
	He went to business like a man in a hurry to reach his final
destination, pumping me with his thick 10 inches, grunting heavily with
each thrust, no doubt reveling in the way my butt muscles were clamping
down hard on his uncircumcised head.
	I clasped my legs around his lower back and fucked back as hard as
I could in that position.  No matter how many times he'd dicked my ass in
the past months usually every morning and every night each time still felt
like I was getting his thick sausage for the first time.
	At this torrid pace, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to shoot
a big load of morning cum up my chute.  His first cum of any session always
happens fast because he just gets so incredibly excited.  But remarkably,
he always remains hard after his first orgasm, still not satisfied, and
impatient to get right back to the action.
	I watched the signs appear on his face as sweat flung off his neck
and chest onto me.  God, how I loved this picture my stud lover presented!
	Son of Greek immigrants, Gus inherited all the dark stud features
of his ancestry.  He was 6'5" of farm hardened muscle without an ounce of
noticeable fact on his body.  A thick pelt of blue-black hair covered his
chest and arms but surprisingly, his back was baby cheek smooth.  Long days
spent working shirtless in the sun gave him a perpetually deep, rich tan
with golden highlights.  And if all that weren't hot enough, he always wore
a heavy black beard stubble.  At my request, he now only shaved every 3 or
4 days, but even on the days he did, he'd have a 5:00 shadow by noon.
	Finally, with an especially brutal thrust in me, he began shooting
what had to be copiously thick streams of milky protein deep inside me.
Knowing he was filling me with his seed was yet another major turn on for
me.  I totally loved the sensation of holding it inside me all day until I
could get home and have him replenish the supply.  Feeling the very essence
of his manhood sloshing inside virtually 7/24 me got me through work on a
lot of bad days.
	But we both knew what we both wanted next.
	He collapsed on top of me and planted his mouth on mine, kissing me
like I'd just given him the best gift in the world.
	And he thought he was the lucky one!
	He again buried his teeth in my neck, catching his breath while
beginning to gnash once more at my now ravaged flesh.
	Still raging hard, I moaned hard against him, encouraging him to
raise the stakes.
	He knew the signal well and lowered his hand beneath us as I again
lifted my legs to give him better access.
	Gus released my neck from the grip of his teeth, no doubt having
made yet another love mark this morning for him to look at, get turned on
by, and start our ritual all over again.  But that would be tonight; and
for now, I needed his fist.
	He licked his way across my chest, roughly biting at my skin as my
moans told him to keep going.  I heard the scrape of the open can of Crisco
and soon felt his fingers pressing against my asslips, making me squirm my
ass closer to them.  His dick had started an itch in my ass for something
bigger and as his huge paw now tried to force its way in, I hungered for
the mind boggling sensation of feeling his hand burst inside for the first
time today.
	Without warning, Gus suddenly bit into my right nipple so hard that
I screamed out in genuine hurt.  And as I did, he thrust his fist all the
way into me, causing yet another, even louder scream.
	He pulled all the way out and then did it again, getting the same
response from me.  Gus had become an expert fister, knowing exactly what to
do to put me on the ceiling in what can only be described as absolute
ecstacy.
	In and out he plunged, not quite punching but doing more of a
oversized imitation of his dick plunging in and out.  I loved it.  The
perfect morning fisting.  Not too intense; just an indescribable feeling of
being filled and royally fucked.
	I was getting close and he knew it from my gasps and incoherent
begs for more, harder, faster strokes from his hand.  Gus leaned over and
engulfed my raging cock in his mouth, quickly creating a hot and wet vacuum
that rapidly pumped up and down.
	The combination of his fist and his mouth put me over the top and I
shot a heavy load directly in his happily gulping mouth.
	Still keeping at least most of his hand inside me, Gus turned
around with his back to me and lowered his hairy ass onto my face.  I
happily planted my tongue on his hole and began flicking it all around his
fur covered circle.
	I loved rimming this big guy's ass; loved the flavor, loved the
smell, and especially loved the dank forest of matted black hair.
Amazingly, it never smelled like shit, which to me would have been a turn
off.  Instead, it was always a great combination of musk and sweat.
Asshole perfection as far as I was concerned.
	But now, I was eating the best breakfast a pig could ever hope to
have.  With his left hand still planted inside my butt, I could feel the
jerking movement of his right as he jacked himself off.  How he could
consistently come 2, 3, even 4 times in a row never ceased to amaze me.
	When I felt the hand being withdrawn from my ass not very gently
either I knew what was next.  Quickly, he turned around and planted his
raging dick in my already open and waiting mouth.  Only 4 or 5 strokes
later, he was shooting his second load of the morning in my siphoning
mouth, spurting the main course to the asshole appetizer he'd given me
earlier.
	After filling my stomach with his load, he pulled out, leaned down,
and kissed me, both of us sharing the remnants of his hot load as our
tongues embraced.
	Five minutes later he was dressed and gone.
	Just another day on the farm, I grinned.


Married to Fist
Chapter 2

	We were lying in front of the fireplace on the floor in the living
room, still sweaty from an especially great fuck courtesy of Gus'
Ever-Ready battery of a dick.  Gus had his fingers in their favorite place,
diddling my cum-filled ass, and I felt about as contented as a guy could
ever hope to be.
	"Got something to talk to you about," Gus said seriously.
	Shit I thought the last time he said that, it was to tell me he was
going back to his wife.
	"What?" I said slowly, hoping this was not going to be a case of
history repeating itself.
	"The wife is finally moving out of the house.  This weekend in
fact.  Actually went out and found herself the lesbo lover she'd secretly
always wanted.  She wants a no-fault divorce and only wants the stuff that
belongs to her.  Said she wants to start a new life with 'Janine' and wants
nothing around to remind her of her past or me."
	"Wow," I replied, relieved more than he knew, "ding dong the witch
is dead."
	But another thought occurred to me as I silently celebrated her
departure.
	"What you and she had was just so weird, Gus.  Just imagine the
odds of a man and woman thinking they're in love, getting married, but then
eventually discovering and then admitting that they're both gay."
	"Never thought about it that way," he said sort of distantly.
	"That you're gay?"  I said, stroking the thick hairs on his chest.
	"Well um I guess I just never thought of myself as actually 'gay',"
he replied.  I could see his head gears spinning.  "But ..." he spoke
slowly, and began to smile, "I guess a guy who likes to kiss, bite, rim,
fuck, fist, and constantly think about the hot ass of the hottest guy he's
ever laid eyes on is ..  very likely .. probably .... gay."
	"You really think so, Brucie?" I said with a lisp, tweaking his
nipple.
	"Fucker," he grinned, plunging his fingers deeper in my
now-squirming butt and kissing me deeply as we fell into another embrace.
	"Wait a minute," he broke away.  "I need to talk to you about an
idea I had."
	"Fire away," I grinned as I gripped his re-hardened 10 incher.
	"With the bitch gone, how'd you like to move in with me at my house
now?  It's big, and really nice inside, and as you know, it's set up on the
hill way back off the road.  There's tons of room and it's at least a mile
from the next house so we'd have total privacy.  We can fuck anywhere we
want inside or out anytime we want."
	I could tell he'd thought a lot about this.  And his enthusiasm
about it made me decide quickly what my answer would be.
	"And oh yeah, I forgot I've got this little spring fed lake that's
set between two hills.  We could skinny dip and ....."
	"Hey," I put my hand over his mouth.  "Skip the sales job.  Let's
do it."
	"You mean it.  Really?"
	"Damn straight er gay," I grinned.
	He hugged me especially tight.
	"I've been thinking about something too," I said.
	"As in?"
	"Quitting my job.  I hate the ad agency.  It's high on stress and
low on rewards.  And, I'm just not happy.  And if nothing else since that
night I met you, I've learned that being happy is the most important thing
of all in life.  What do you think?"
	"Do it, babe.  Make yourself happy."
	"I don't know what kind of job I'll look for.  I've got a lot of
investments and stuff so money won't be an problem for a long time.  Maybe
I'll volunteer somewhere.  Make a difference, you know?"
	"Blake, come work with me," Gus interrupted.  "With two of us, I
can plant double the acreage.  And even though the work is hard, you'll be
in the best shape of your life, especially sweating alongside me everyday.
We'll make it an equal partnership, partner.  Whaddaya think?"
	"I was hoping you'd say that," I beamed, pushing back against his
re-charged hand.  "I don't know shit about farming, but I do know how to
work hard and I want to spend every day working and sweating next to you,"
I grinned as I tweaked the other nipple.
	"Plus I'll bet the fringe benefits are out of this world!" I
grinned, continuing to bounce on his fingers.
	We kissed and wrapped our arms around each other, our dicks
suddenly hard again and grinding against each other.
	"Do something for me, buddy," Gus said, looking deep in my eyes.
	"You name it, Gus." I replied.
	"Fuck me.  I want to know what it feels like.  You love taking mine
so much I've wondered what it would be like.  And if I give it, I should
take it, you know.  I want to give you my body and let you have---"
	I cut his words off with my tongue thrust deeply in his mouth.  We
rolled over the floor in an instantly heat charged wrestling love match.  I
was so hot I could have cum with just a couple of jerks.  I'd never dreamed
he'd ever let me fuck him and I'd fantasized about it many times when
eating his furry ass.
	I rolled him on his belly and spread his legs wide, lifting his ass
up so I could get my mouth as far up his hole as possible.
	He groaned in welcome pleasure.  Gus had always gone a little crazy
when I'd eat his ass and now he was squirming his hairy butt all over my
face, pushing it as far back into my lapping tongue as possible.
	I tongued a pint of spit up his hot, and now loosening hole, before
inserting my index finger.  It slipped in easily and he bucked his hips
back asking for more.  I began to stick a second finger in him and he
pulled off and turned his head around.
	"Skip the fingers.  Let's just go straight to your big dick in me,"
he ordered.
	"You sure?  I'm really thick, big guy.  It's gonna hurt the first
time," I warned.
	"Just do it, Blake.  I'm so horny for your meat in me.  Come on and
give me a spit fuck just as hard as the ones I pound to you."
	I decided to give him exactly what he asked for and planted my dick
at the entrance to his ass.  I dropped a ball of spit on the head and
without warning, slammed it to the hilt in him all at once.
	"OHHHHH FUCCKKK!" he yelled in obvious pain.
	"You asked for it, fucker," I said without sympathy, secretly
impressed that he wanted his virgin fuck to be rough and hard.
	"Just let it rest there a sec, Blake, while I get used to it."
	"No can do, fucker," I said as I pulled back and plunged in hard
again.
	He cried out again but this time didn't try to pull away.
	I gave him a few more long strokes and he simply moaned in reply.
I could tell he was starting to like it.
	"Have some more of my thick dick, lover," I chided as I slammed him
hard.
	"Mmmmmmmm, starting to feel good," he mumbled, his stubbled face
pressed into the floor.  His hips were wiggling on my dick now, starting to
move with the fuck and press back when I pushed forward.
	I looked down at the image of my big butch muscular fist fucker now
getting off on his first bottom fuck and I knew I couldn't last for much
longer.
	I began fucking him as hard and as fast as I could and I reached
around and grabbed his incredibly huge and erect piece of meat.  As I
fucked his ass, his dick fucked my hand, causing both of us to groan and
grunt loudly with each pump.
	"I'M REALLY CLOSE!" Gus yelled.  "FUCK ME HARDER, BLAKE!"
	"Me too!" I shouted back.  "GOD YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT AND
HOT!"
	That was all it took for me to yell a loud grunt before I began
shooting buckets inside his out of control ass.  And it wasn't until I
started slowing down that I realized there was cum all over my hand as
well.
	We rested there on the floor with my dick still hard inside him for
the longest time before I pulled out and we went into a 69, cleaning each
others spent dicks with our mouths and then continuing to suck on our
renewed hardons.
	I heard the Crisco can's plastic lid coming off and felt his
lubricated fingers knocking at my asslips once again.  I relaxed my hole as
the majority of his fingers made their way inside me.  A few pokes and
prods later, his wrist slipped its way in and he began a gentle fisting as
he lovingly sucked my cock.
	I began playing with his freshly fucked asshole as I continued to
suck him, figuring I'd see how far I could take this scene.  I reached for
some of the Crisco and began lubing him up, hearing gentle pleasure groans
coming from his mouth as he lapped up and down my even- harder dick.  Just
the unlikely thoughts of having my hand in this big guy's now-sloppy ass
were turning me on big time.
	I pushed forward until I could feel him tightening up.  As I pushed
again, his moans of pleasure seemed to be turning into pain, but I could
tell he was trying his best to open up and please me.  The real stopper,
though, was the sudden and rapidly softening dick in my mouth.
	I pulled out completely and created a diversion to hide the fact
that he simply wasn't ready for my big fist yet.
	"Gus... please...let's shift to something else.  I'm so hot to have
more of you in me.  Fist and fuck me at the same time.  Jack yourself off
inside me like you do when you're really hot."
	"You sure?" he grinned, his dick snapping back before my eyes,
clearly happy to do one of his favorite things.
	"I need it bad, stud just find me that bottle of poppers," I smiled
back.
	God, I loved this man.
	20 minutes later he was screaming my name as he shot wads of cum
inside my ass, his hand clamped tightly around his dick, both appendages
planted deep inside me.
	And seconds later I shot yet another load myself as he continued to
fist me while he reached around and jerked me off.
	We finally went to bed where he held me especially tight in his
arms spoon fashion, his up and down dick planting itself in and out of my
ass several times during the night.  Since he slept like a baby the whole
time, I didn't think of this so much as getting fucked as, rather, his
penis merely seeking its natural home.
	And sleep or no sleep, I sure as hell wasn't complaining.


Married to Fist
Chapter 3

	Six months later, we had made all the changes Gus and I had
discussed.  I'd moved into his really great house shortly after his now
ex-wife departed to be with her new girlfriend.  That same week, I'd given
my notice at the ad agency.  It took another month or so to clean up my
responsibilities as an executive vice president, but I finally escaped and
left that stressed and dysfunctional world far behind me.  And, on a whim,
I listed my house at a ridiculously inflated price and within a week, had
an offer from a rich city couple who wanted a quiet weekend retreat in the
country.
	And if that weren't enough good news, life as Gus' farming partner
could not have gotten off to a better start.  My gym muscles quickly turned
to working muscles as we jointly jumped into the goal of doubling his our
production output of mostly corn and soybeans.  The only farm animals we
had were a few chickens, his friendly Great Dane dog, Zeus (Greek name, of
course) and an indeterminable number of semi-wild barn cats who kept the
rodent population at zero.
	So when we weren't lifting, plowing, sowing, or reaping, we were
mostly fucking.
	His was a fairly hi-tech operation necessitated by his previous
one-man show.  I learned to operate all the heavy tractor equipment and was
soon out plowing and planting Spring fields on my own, occasionally meeting
Gus in the middle for a nooner.  As an aside, you've never been fucked
until you've had it in the middle of an open field atop an engine warmed
tractor on a sunny Spring day.  Occasionally, I got to fuck Gus, but for
him it was just a rare itch that occasionally needed scratching.  I'd say
he was about 5% bottom and 95% hard top and I sure as hell liked those
percentages.
	Our "routine" sex life also remained anything but routine.  In
fact, I kept pinching myself wondering when the honeymoon would end.  But I
had no intention of looking a gift fist in the mouth, so to speak.
	Admittedly, we were no longer fucking like rabbits every morning,
noon, and night.  There were just too many jobs waiting on us, particularly
in the critical Spring planting season.  But there were very few days when
we didn't fool around at least once or twice.  And the weekends were well
just fucking incredible!
	And perhaps best of all, we now did a lot of talking before,
during, and after our sessions.  We got to really know and like each other.
When a man confesses his most secret dreams while his forearm is crammed up
your behind, you know you've got something special.  And even though our
sex was often very rough, even brutal, it happened because we both loved
and preferred it that way.  For us at least, the lash of a whip was an act
of love.  And we knew that Gus never would or could ever really hurt me.
	Not much at least, I would grin to myself.


	It was the first really hot Saturday of the season; Memorial Day
weekend, in fact, and we were done with all the planting and ready to
celebrate.
	We'd both finished up the morning chores and had each worked up a
healthy sweat from heaving and stacking about 400 bags of 50 pound weed
inhibitor off the back of a delivery truck.  I looked over at Gus and saw
broad streams of sweat pouring down his hairy bare chest and pumped arms
and couldn't help saying a small prayer of thanks to whatever Greek god of
man- love had brought us together.  I could read his mind pretty well by
now and I could tell by the lusty way he was staring at me that our
thoughts and dicks we were exactly in the same space and place.
	As he signed the bill of lading, my nostrils picked up a faint
whiff of his odor on the breeze and I automatically moved closer to him to
get a closer sniff.  We no longer even owned deodorant and though we
showered every day, a good sweat would always bring out the pungent man
smells that we both loved sniffing, lapping, and pigging out on.
	As the delivery truck drove out of sight I ran my hands across his
wet chest and under his arm, lifting it up so my tongue could feast on the
combination of sweat and salt in his hairy armpit.
	He gave out a soft moan as I lapped up as much of his dripping
sweat as possible, moving from the one pit to the other, not forgetting to
clean his massive pecs as I ran the gauntlet of his mountainous chest.
	Gus took it as long as he could before he grunted something
indecipherable and pushed me to my knees.  In less than a second, he had
his hard dick out of his jeans (thanks to a mutual policy of never wearing
underwear) and into my slurping mouth.
	There, in the dirt, under a hot early summer sun, he fucked my
mouth much more than I sucked his dick, if you understand the distinction.
With his hands clamped strongly around my head, he rammed his thick and
prodigious meat in and out without any apparent concern for bruising my
throat or cutting off my air supply.
	And by now, I not only was used to taking everything he could give
me, I fucking lived for it...and he knew it.  I also knew that at this pace
and this being orgasm #1 of the day that this particular face rape would be
only a short lived precursor to many more that would follow.
	When he came, he shot pints of his thick load inside me.  We'd
skipped sex that morning in favor of an early start to get the day's chores
done quickly so we could play.  So he was hot and ready.  So was I.
	What happened next surprised me.  At some point during his fucking
of my mouth, we'd both managed to get out of our jeans and work boots.  So
naked, he grabbed hold of my hips and vaulted me up and over his shoulder,
carrying me down the path past the barn.
	"What the fuck are you doing?  Let me down, asshole!" I yelled,
probably not very convincingly.  What he couldn't have known (or could he)
that being hefted up and carried off by a strong, sweaty; big butch stud
was a major fantasy.  And he my lover was making it happen.
	He said nothing as he carried me over his shoulder all the way
across the hill to the spring-fed pond (or lake if you want to make it
sound more romantic) which, to date, we hadn't used since I'd moved in.  As
I recall, it was frozen at the time.
	At some future point in our relationship, we started calling it
Fist Lake.  But for now, it was just "the pond," even though he'd built a
great fishing dock that extended about 50 feet across its 2-3 acre
spring-fed surface.  He'd also trucked in a few loads of sand on the
shallow end, making for a pretty decent little beach.
	I couldn't see very far in front of us since my face was happily
plastered across his sweaty back with his hands tightly gripping my ass.  I
saw the planks of the ramp appearing beneath us. I could tell we were
heading out into the pond.
	"He's gonna throw me in the water," I thought to myself.  "Have
himself a good laugh at my expense.  I just hope that it's warmed up a
little.  Despite my sweaty, heated state, I didn't want an ice water bath!"
	Instead, he stopped.
	"Don't move, fucker," he said in his deep, commanding topman voice
as he sat me down.  That was all I needed to know exactly where this scene
was headed.  He was in one of those moods; and I couldn't have been more
excited.
	His dick was still raging hard, despite the brutal mouth rape he'd
just given me.  He went over to a cardboard box set on the ramp's end and
pulled out some strands of rope.  I noted that it was the same rope we'd
used to make the pulley system that lifted heavy objects from the barn
floor to the rafters.
	"Hold still, asshole," he growled as he grabbed first one wrist and
then the other and tied each wrist to the two tall anchor posts at the
middle of the dock.  I'd never noticed the eye hooks screwed into them
until now and suspect they were both recent additions to his original
construction.
	He reached into the box again and pulled out a plastic bag of
crystal and a bottle of poppers.
	This was some of the same crystal I'd taken home after the wild
public exhibition inflicted on me by Jim, the first guy to ever fist me,
and someone who now continued to be a friend but no longer a fuck buddy
since Gus and I had moved in together.  (Ed note: See "Addicted to Fist"
story.)
	Gus and I had been careful and conservative with the "c", realizing
that occasional use of it can really enhance a scene while excessive use
causes addiction and major depression, not to mention never getting any
work done.
	He opened the plastic baggie, still full, and wet his finger,
dipping it inside.  Looking very intent as he stared in my eyes, he offered
it to my lips, which opened and allowed him total access.  I raised my
tongue and he rubbed the contents underneath.
	I watched as he took an equally healthy hit and then put the baggy
back in the box.
	With my arms spreadeagled across the two posts, I felt very exposed
and vulnerable as I saw him pull the black riding crop out of the box.  It
had been one of my contributions to our household and we generally reserved
its use for special occasions.
	He next pulled out a leather blindfold and stretched its elastic
band around the back of my head, effectively blinding me.
	I smelled the bottle of poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply.
He kept it there, so I took another couple of hits.  I then heard him take
a deep hit as I gave in to the wild rush of sensations I was suddenly
feeling.
	"Ummmppppffff!" I gasped as the first lash of the crop whipped
across my pecs.  Then came another across my belly and then another
slashing just millimeters from my balls.
	"Thank you, sir," I moaned, loving the feel of the sting across my
skin.  "Please do it some more, sir!"
	Still no words from my Gus; just powerful action.
	He must have whipped me for a solid 15 minutes, showing no mercy,
just repeatedly covering my body with stimulating kisses and lashes of the
leather crop interspersed with mutual hits from the poppers.
	Before long, the crystal was starting to kick in and I was
beginning to get that wanton, demanding, insatiable desire to be fucked
like the pig I have unashamedly become.
	He must have sensed this from my groans as he moved around behind
me, his hard cock slapping across my butt, his feet surely only inches from
slipping off the ramp into the water.
	I heard the clink of a metal can sliding across the deck boards and
knew he'd brought the Crisco.  A quick flick by his fingers against my
asshole would be all the lube I'd get as his dick quickly forced its way
inside me.
	He planted his big hands across my narrow waist and began to
brutally fuck me at least as hard or harder than he ever had before.  I
realized that his holding on to me was the only thing keeping him from
falling backwards into the water, so I felt the full force of his weight
now plunging angrily into me.
	I was in heaven.  Blindfolded, high, naked, sweating, and bound
under a hot early summer sky, with the dick of death brutally fucking my
ass, his sweat smells co-mingling with my own to create the best
man-perfumed rush either of us could ever hope to inhale.
	His teeth became bestial weapons, biting into the back of my neck,
across my shoulders, alternating with hungry licks of the sweat profusely
streaming down my back.
	With each thrust, he exhaled animalistic grunts that told me he was
in another place as well, simply using my clamping asshole as his willing,
sucking receptacle.
	Still without a comprehensible word, he fucked me for the next half
hour or so while I simply gave in to it and hoped he'd never stop. The
jerking stress of the ropes on my wrists was cutting into me, leaving what
would certainly be major burn marks on me afterwards, but crystal aided I
was oblivious to the real world at this point, concerned only with getting
raped by this brute of a man I loved.
	With only brief growls, he began shooting multiple spurts inside
me, heaving into me with all his powerful strength, making me so weak in
the knees that only the ropes and his tight grasp of my hips were holding
me up.
	When he pulled out who knows how long later, I thought he would
take the blind fold off of me, effectively ending the scene.  But instead,
I felt his finger pushing at my lips to open and on it, I tasted another
hit of the crystal.  This one much larger than the first.
	Blind and already soaring on the stuff, I was experiencing major
sensory overload without the ability to see what he was doing or know what
was coming.  And when he began to untie my hands, I began to literally
shudder at not knowing what he was going to do to me next.
	Gus roughly grasped my wrists behind my back and began tying them
together, rendering my arms immobile and defenseless.  He next lowered his
hands to my ankles and slapped them at the same time with the signal to
move them in to touch each other.  When I did, he began lashing them
together tightly with the rope, leaving me now unable to even take the
smallest step.
	What happened next still frightens me, but also still gives me an
instant erection.
	Leaving the blindfold on, Gus lifted me up as effortlessly as he
had the weed control bags.  Raising me high over his head, he grunted at
the top of his lungs and heaved me through the air and into the water.
	My next memory was being underwater, blind, disoriented, unable to
swim, and unable to breathe.  I began to panic, my mind filled with
frightening thoughts of this being the end.  Was he trying to kill me?  Why
would this man I love decide to drown me?  With my life beginning to flash
before my eyes, I knew that despite the fact that Gus had done this to me,
the times I'd had with him had been the happiest days of my life.
	Suddenly strong hands were grasped around me and I was sucking in
the literal breath of life as the blindfold was ripped from my eyes.  I
blinked widely, orienting myself, and foolishly realizing that I'd only
been underwater for probably no more than 10 seconds, the water was no more
than 3 feet deep, and Gus was grinning from ear to ear as he hugged me in
his arms.
	"You smelled pretty bad, fucker, so I gave you a bath," he beamed
as his hands quickly untied me and then slid under me and found my asslips.
	"God damn you, Gus!  You scared the fucking shit out of me!"I
glared, not real pleased with the stunt he'd just pulled, but unable to
keep from relaxing my butt against his probing hand.
	"Here, let me give you a little mouth to mouth," he smiled his
cute, sexy, please-forgive- me grin, planting his mouth against mine in the
kiss to end all kisses.
	I initially tried to pull away, to say more, to tell him what I
really thought about his "bath," but instead, as both his kisses and his
fingers grew more insistent and intense, I just gave up to the hot
pleasures now coursing through my entire body, aided by both the crystal
and his hand knocking at my back door.
	Come to think of it, the shallow water was also pretty warm under
the hot May sun.
	He carried me to the edge of the dock, raised up one hand, and
returned with a huge glob of Crisco on it.
	"You want it, sweet cheeks?" he grinned, holding his lubed hand in
front of my face.
	"Oh yeah, Gus .... please.  This is so hot!" I moaned, loving the
combination of the pleasant water and my big Greek stud holding me in his
strong arms.  I could see the bottle of poppers sitting on the edge of the
dock and I reached over and grabbed it.
	Underwater, his lubed fingers pressed into my well fucked ass and
pressed in.
	"Take a good hit of the poppers, babe.  I wanna fist you good," he
growled.
	I complied eagerly, sending the bottle to his nose as well.
	In seconds, his hand was forcing its way inside me, making me
grimace in pain until with a smooth PLOP, he was suddenly in me, taking my
breath away, but washing me in near orgasmic pleasure at the same time.
	He carried me farther out into the pond until the water was at his
chest level, all the time forcing his hand deeper inside me.
	"I've fantasized about doing this to you, but wasn't sure it'd
work," Gus said.  "I want to fist you as you float, holding you up with
nothing but my arm, and going as deep inside you as I can get."
	"Ummmmmmm, yeah," I moaned.  "God, Gus.  Yeah .... get it deeper.
Let's try it.  Ummmmmm, this feels so good...floating on your big arm.
Please, Gus .... go deeper, baby."
	"You got it, buddy.  I'm gonna fist you to my armpit."
	I gave him a good hit of poppers and then took several breaths from
the bottle myself.
	"Go for it, Sir," I reverted back to the slave role.  "Please give
it all to me, Sir" I begged.
	Gus merely grunted as his probing fingers very carefully
manipulated their way ever deeper inside me. I felt his other strong arm on
my back, helping keep my head on top of the water.
	I closed my eyes and zoned out into another place as the only
feeling I had was floating in the warm water, his arm reaching deep into my
gut, touching my soul, embracing me with its trusted strength and absolute
control over my body.
	"Goddamn!" I heard him exclaim seconds or minutes later.  "You're
fucking taking it all, you pig!  You've sucked up my arm all the way past
my elbow.  Shit, you've almost got my bicep!"
	"Mmmmmmmmm," I mumbled incoherently.  "More.  Give me more."
	I tried to wiggle myself even deeper on his hairy muscles, forcing
him to give me the full length of his powerful arm.
	I took another big hit of the poppers and simply gave myself into
the enormous rush of pleasure.  There was a momentary glitch of pain no,
more of an odd pressure and suddenly his gasp told me all I needed to know.
His armpit was kissing my ass.
	He started walking through the water, leading me around with his
arm totally inserted inside me.  Sometimes the water rushed over my head
until I couldn't breathe; and then just as I'd start to really need a
breath, using his inserted arm, he'd push me up so that I could gasp in the
clean early summer air.
	We kept this up for the longest time, Gus incredibly turned on by
having near life and death control over me and me completely trusting him
and loving every arm-fucking moment. At some point he stopped by the dock's
edge and had me give both him and I additional big hits of crystal.
	Finally, I felt myself being slowly rotated on his arm and turned
over on my belly so that he was behind me and pushing me through the water
towards the dock.  As we reached the planks at near water level, he lifted
me up with his arm still far inside my ass and planted me on my hands and
knees on the wood base.
	"Give me some poppers, boy, and take a big hit yourself," he
growled.
	"Yes sir," I said as I reached the bottle behind me to his free
hand.  He snorted a big hit and then handed it to me.
	"Keep it open; you're gonna need it, pig," he commanded as I took a
big hit in anticipation of what he next had in mind.
	Still standing in the warm water, my ass at his shoulder level, he
began to slowly pull his arm out of me until only his hand remained in
me. I feared he was going to take it out, but thankfully, he merely lubed
it with more Crisco and then thrust his arm back into me very deeply, very
slowly.
	Again, he pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back, this
time a little harder and faster.
	He repeated the motion again, picking up speed and inertia, now
plunging the bulk of his enormous forearm deeply in and out of me, groaning
and moaning as loudly as I now was0.
	"This is just so fucking hot!" he groaned.  "Me fucking your sloppy
hairy ass as hard as I want and you just bucking back for more.  That turns
me on so fucking much when you do that, baby!  You have no fucking idea!
YOU WANT MORE, PIG?"
	"Oh yeahhhhhhhh ---- SIR ----- PLEASE --- MORE, SIR!" I yelled.
	He picked it up another notch, now pulling out completely, then
punching his fist, wrist, and forearm all the way to his elbow in and out
of me repeatedly.
	I don't know which one of us was yelling louder, him or me, until
for some reason I felt we weren't alone.  I suddenly stiffened and, knowing
my inside signals well, he stopped immediately.
	We both saw him at the same time.  A dark haired man with a heavy
beard stubble wearing jeans and a sweat stained white tank top undershirt.
He was just standing there at the edge of the dock, staring intently at us.
	"Oh shit," said Gus as he began gently withdrawing his arm from my
chute.
	The man said nothing as he gave us a perfectly disgusted glare,
turned, and began walking away.
	"Who is that?" I asked, my ass uncontrollably clamping tightly
against his wrist, protesting the loss of his hand inside me.
	"That, my buddy, would be my big brother."


Married to Fist
Chapter 4

	Despite the fact that we were both still really soaring on the
crystal, the poppers, and the incredible fisting sex, Gus pulled completely
out of me and raised himself out of the water.  Naked and dripping, he
began silently walking away, following his brother down the path towards
the barn.
	"Gus no just let him go.  This is not the time," I called to him,
then following him, and not at all knowing what to expect next.
	Gus said nothing as he stared deliberately ahead, clearly uptight,
maybe angry, maybe even upset that he'd been outed to his brother via the
scene of Gus punch fucking my ass.
	With both of us clearly loving it.
	When we got to the barn, we could see the brother now leaning on a
second truck parked next to Gus' in the driveway.  Even from a distance, I
could see a huge family resemblance and despite the scary situation, I
thought he was a major stud.  Big time.  Of course, I was super horny and
flying high on crystal, but shit they could almost be twins; and if
anything, Gus' brother was a little taller and maybe even more muscular.
	"You fucking pervert queer," the brother sneered at Gus.
	"It's none of your fucking business, Con," Gus replied in his
deepest growl; the one that never failed to send shivers of raw excitement
up my ass.  Even given the tense circumstances, I was turned on by the
vision of these two dark, hairy, hard bodied brothers now glaring at each
other.
	"Since when did you turn into a goddamned fucking faggot,
Gustavos?"
	"Since when did you turn into a goddamned fucking peeping tom,
Constantine?  Did you get a hardon watching me fuck my boy?"
	"Why you fucking ...." Con snarled, throwing a hard sucker punch
directly into Gus' left jaw.
	The crystal must have dulled Gus' reaction time, as he failed to
duck.  His head snapped back and the full force of the jab knocked him to
his knees.
	Gus was up again instantly, fire shooting out of his eyes, and then
slamming his own fist full force into Con's flat belly.  As Con doubled
over in pain, Gus threw an undercut directly into his brother's chin,
knocking him backwards into the dirt and onto his back.
	Gus jumped on his brother, fists flying, turning the fight into a
blur of grunts, shouted obscenities, and splattering blood as they rolled
and jabbed and wrestled in the dirt.
	In my very high state, I didn't know what to do to help Gus, but
had never shied away from a fight in my life.  I grabbed Con from behind
and began trying to pull him away from Gus, only to find my jaw on the
blunt end of his fist as he threw me like a bucking bull.
	"Stay away, Blake," Gus shouted.  "This is between me and him."
	As I rubbed my aching jaw, actually a little turned on by the raw
violence of the act, I watched as the two brothers fought to what could
only be called a draw, both of them now lying on the ground gasping for
breath, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, and now staring at each other in
a decidedly different way.
	Gus, obviously still naked, now showed a partial erection despite
all the crystal he'd taken.  And the huge lump in Con's now-ripped jeans
showed a mound that had to rival or exceed his brother's in size.
	Gus said nothing as he reached for Con's belt and undid it,
unsnapping the jeans, and pulling the zipper down.  Con's huge dick was
rearing its uncut head several inches past the top of his underwear as Gus
grabbed it in his hand and began pulling the underwear down past Con's
thick muscled thighs.
	No words were exchanged between the two as Con managed to rapidly
get his boots and jeans off to become as naked as his brother.
	Con leaned his back against the passenger door of his truck as Gus
engulfed the thick piece of meat in his mouth.
	Con exhaled a loud moan of pleasure.
	"Yeah, little brother, suck it just like you used to," Con groaned.
	Used to?  I was instantly both shocked and turned on.
	Gus sucked hungrily on his big brother's raging cock, making me
unbelievably hot at the scene.  I got down on my hands and knees and
crawled behind him, planting my face in his ass, immediately tasting a
combination of sweat, dirt, pond water, and musky ass smells. Gus' moans
told me he was zoning out on eating his brother's dick and having his hot
ass rimmed at the same time.
	Several minutes later, I felt strong arms shoving me out of the way
as Con moved behind Gus and planted his huge piece of hard meat at Gus'
ass.
	"No Con we never did that NO!  AHHHHHHHH! " Gus yelled as Con
shoved his enormous dick to the hilt inside his brother's ass.
			"TAKE IT, little brother!  I always wanted to do
this to you!"  Con grunted as he began fucking his long piece of meat in
and out of Gus' ass.
	Gus could only moan first in clear pain and then in slowly turned
on grunts as Con pile drived his dick in and out, faster and harder.
	I couldn't decide what to do; whether to be turned on my seeing my
big hunk of a stud lover getting fucked by his own brother or to try and
come to his defense by trying to put a stop to the whole thing.
	Gus settled the issue for me.
	"Get your ass over here, boy, and let me eat it," commanded Gus.
	I was planting my arms on the truck door and backing up against his
eager tongue in seconds.  The three of us settled into a maze of sweating,
gasping, groaning, moaning studs in heat.
	I was in heaven.
	And then behind me, I heard Con shouting incomprehensible words at
the top of his lungs as he began shooting his load deep into Gus' ass.  I
later realized he was speaking Greek while he Greeked his own flesh and
blood.  I loved the double entendre.
	Without a word, he roughly yanked his leaking dick out of Gus' ass
and grabbed me by the neck, forcing me to my knees on the ground beside
Gus.
	"Clean it up, faggot," he ordered, presenting his still mostly
erect dick at my lips.
	I needed no encouragement as I hungrily clamped my mouth on a dick
that was at least an inch or two longer than Gus' but not quite as thick.
Secretly I decided I'd rather have Gus' fatter sausage porking me any day,
but if I could have my druthers, so to speak, I'd take 'em both in me at
the same time.
	Spoken like a true pig.
	After only a minute or two, he pulled out, now soft, and stood
above the two of us.  After a few seconds, he began pissing a large stream
of urine aimed directly at my face.  I opened my mouth opening wide to
catch it, clearly surprising him that I could actually like such an
intended insult from him.  He then shifted his thick flow to Gus, wetting
him down as well.  But Gus didn't drink; he just closed his eyes and let
the piss flow turn his dust into mud.
	After what seemed like minutes later, his piss stream finally
diminished to a trickle and was then over.  Giving us both a contemptuous
glare, he went over to where his torn jeans had been tossed and put them
back on, the stitching between his crotch and ass now widely ripped open,
exposing his hairy asscrack and balls to any eyes caring to stare...such as
mine.
	Ignoring his underwear and his tank top, both now buried in the
dirt, he picked up his boots and hurriedly jumped in his truck, not saying
a word, and now displaying an almost panicked look on his face.
	I wondered how he'd explain his bloodied, beat up, and near naked
state to his wife, assuming he had one.
	Seconds later, he was spraying dirt and gravel on both Gus and I as
he sped down the long driveway and out of sight.
	I looked at Gus and he looked at me.  Dried blood was splattered on
his face and chest. Piss still trickled down his hair-matted chest. Sweat
and dirt covered him from head to toe.  His muscles were pumped to the max
from his long fight with his brother.
	I couldn't help it.  It was such a turn on.  I don't think he had
ever looked hotter to me than at this very moment.  I was becoming
enormously hungry all over again for his fist to be back inside me.
	"He'll be back," Gus grinned, now shaking his head and looking
surprisingly victorious.  "Now get your pig mouth down on my ass and eat
yourself a little brother-in-law cum."


Married to Fist
Chapter 5

	"The barn's off limits for a couple of days, got it?" Gus said not
particularly nicely.
	"What gives?" I replied.
	"None of your fucking business, pig," he snarled.
	I instantly got it.  Whenever he used that tone and those words, I
knew he was up to something that would surely result in me getting the kind
of use and abuse my pig ass indeed craved.
	As absolutely great as our virtually daily sex scenes had been and,
mind you, I'm not complaining they still didn't push the envelope quite as
far as I'd done before Gus and I had moved in together.  That Saturday
night in Jim's private sex club (Ed note: see "Addicted to Fist") still
entered in my mind occasionally when Gus was fisting me, making me feel
just a little guilty that I was privately wishing for a sadistic gang bang
orgy while the first and only man I'd ever really loved was nonetheless
expertly fucking my insatiable ass.
	So I figured he was up to something nasty and kinky.  When he got
this way, I always threw an erection that didn't go down until he'd fucked
several loads out of me.  And I couldn't wait to find out what he had in
mind as I spent the next two days hearing hammering, sawing, and drilling
sounds come from the barn.
	He even stopped fucking and fisting me for the days he was working
on his project, telling me we needed to conserve our energy.  I thought I
was going to die from the constant itch in my ass that just kept getting
more and more intense.
	Curiously, also kept his tee shirt on day and night.  And from the
persistent hardon he sported every time he looked at me, I knew he was
equally horny.  So I figured that when we finally did connect together, it
was gonna be one fucking wild scene to remember.


	On Saturday, we'd finished up our chores by mid morning.  The
weather forecast was predicting a record-breaking high temperature and we
were both already soaked in sweat. Musky waves of scent from our labors
were already invading each other's nostrils, adding to the enormous sexual
tension that had been building.
	"Get yourself really clean inside, boy," Gus ordered, staring
directly into my eyes, "and be knocking on the barn door in exactly one
hour.  Got it?"
	"Yes sir," I answered quickly.  "Exactly one hour."  I was so hot
and horny I could hardly stand it. It would take all my energy not to jack
off while I put myself through the enema routine that inevitably always
turned me on anyhow."
	"And make sure you don't let one drop of water touch the rest of
you, boy. I want you rank and reeking with sweat when I let you in that
barn.  Understand, boy?"
	"Yes sir.  I'll be reeking, SIR," I responded as I watched him drop
his threadbare jeans and stand nearly naked in front of me, strangely
leaving his t-shirt on despite the fact that it was drenched in his sweat,
his powerful mansmell going directly to my nearly out of control erection.
	I could hardly keep my hands off him.  He was just simply the
hottest hunk of stud I have ever laid eyes on and the longer we were
together, the hotter he looked to me.
	He opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out the cookie tin where we
kept the supply of party favors now replenished on request from
former-fuck-buddy-now-friend Jim.
	"Here, let's give you a little appetizer, boy," Gus directed as he
opened the baggie of crystal and inserted his wet finger.
	I opened my mouth and lifted my tongue.  After absorbing the bitter
contents, I hungrily held onto his finger, sucking and laving on it
intensely as though it were his dick.  We both moaned at the sensation as
he also gave himself a hit.
	"Now get to the bathroom, boy, and be knocking at that door in one
hour.  DO NOT open it until I answer.  Got it?"
	"Yes sir, got it."

	Many enemas later, I was completely cleaned out and now pleasantly
soaring on the initial hit of crystal.  I'd managed to do exactly as Gus
had ordered and couldn't help but take long, deep whiffs of myself as
rivulets of sweat poured from my reeking armpits in the overpowering heat.
Even though the house had central air, we'd mutually decided to leave it
off, preferring our sweat and our smells to an unnaturally cold room.
	Before I left, I remembered a little surprise I'd concocted for Gus
when I found out he was building something in the barn.  I had a pretty
good bet of what he was up to, particularly when I sneaked a glance at the
"history" of web sites he'd been visiting on our computer.  Stuff like
leather, bondage, S&M, and a whole assortment of really raunchy, kinky
sites that made my heart beat faster in anticipation -- and hopes -- that
he'd want to do those things to me..
	I went to the closet in the guest bedroom where I knew he never
looked and pulled out a leather slave's harness and began putting it on.
I'd bought it at a leather shop in Cleveland earlier in the week when he
thought I was merely out running errands.
	Snapping it in all the appropriate places, I completed the look
with a spike studded leather dog collar and a leash I intended to hand him
the moment he opened the barn door.
	I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed at the
transformation.  Weeks of heavy farm work had hardened my body to near
perfection.  My muscles had changed from the fake bar posing kind I'd
developed in the gym to the buffed type that only come from heaving bales
of straw and bags of fertilizer.  A sheen of sweat glistened on my hairy
chest, intensified by the deep tan I'd picked up from hours working in the
sunny fields each day.  I'd kept up the buzzed haircut given to me at the
sex club orgy.  And the relatively new tattoos on my right bicep and ass
looked incredibly hot in contrast to the leather outfit.
	And finally, while not as dense as Gus', my own 3 day stubble
completed the look of one hot looking pig slave.
	I was getting erect just looking at myself.
	Winking at myself in the mirror with a grin at my narcissism, I
flicked off the light and quickly made my way toward the barn.
	I knocked with my fist on the heavy wooden door -- wide enough to
allow a tractor to drive through -- and waited.
	Nothing.
	I knocked again, this time harder and repeatedly.
	After an excruciating amount of time, I heard the inside hasp of
the door release, and with a loud creak, the door slid on its track to open
wide.
	When we saw each other, we both gasped in wide eyed wonder.
	He was fitted in the hottest leather master's harness I have ever
laid eyes on, leading down to his enormously hard cock surrounded by a
metal cock ring.  His muscles were pumped to the max, with sweat streaming
down them from the over heated barn.
	But most significantly, I saw a brand new tribal tattoo band now
permanently encircling to his left bicep.  That explained the tee shirt
he'd worn for 3 days.  I couldn't believe how hot his tattoo looked as I
went into a turned-on stare interrupted only by his deep voice.
	"God almighty, boy.  Where'd you get that?"  He looked me up and
down, head to toe, his eyes gleaming in aroused interest.  I was thrilled
he was surprised with my slave gear and I couldn't have been more amazed by
his expert leather master look.  I later learned he'd gotten it from the
same leather shop I had, on the same day, and apparently, within the same
hour, thinking it'd be a good time to go there while I was out doing
"errands."
	As the saying goes, God is indeed a prankster.  More important, Gus
and I continued to prove just how uncannily in sync we were with each
other.
	I instantly knew this was going to be one of our hottest scenes
ever.
	"This is for you, sir," I said, handing him the leather leash.
	"Good boy," he said in his deepest voice which he knew turned me on
incredibly.  "You've started out well and have pleased your master.  Now
get your slave ass inside," he ordered as he snapped the leash to my collar
and roughly jerked me inside.  He left the wide barn door open, allowing at
least some semblance of a breeze to drift inside.  I noticed the door on
the other side was also open, allowing a small cross breeze as Zeus the dog
trotted up and joined us inside.
	What greeted my eyes once inside was nothing short of remarkable.
He'd converted the barn, which had never actually been used for farm
animals, into an amazing dungeon, complete with a huge sling in the middle.
There were also hanging chains, wooden contraptions with unknown purposes,
whips, paddles, you name it.  He must have spent a fortune setting this up.
	I couldn't help slipping out of my slave persona.
	"Damn, Gus, how the hell did you do this?  You've never even been
to a leather bar.  How'd you know?"
	He beamed, clearly proud of himself at impressing me.
	"The internet's an amazing thing, buddy," he smiled.  "There is
nothing you can't learn or buy if you just look for it."
	"Damn!" I grinned enthusiastically.  "This is gonna be fucking
incredible!"  I was also pretty high from the hit of crystal he'd given me
an hour earlier.
	"Get on your knees, boy," he commanded, reverting now back to his
deep master's voice.
	I complied quickly, placing my hands behind me.
	"Here. You're gonna need this," he said as he reached for the bag
of crystal and planted a big finger tip full at my open and eager mouth.
	Taking a large hit himself, he returned the bag to the table of
accessories he'd set up and from it, took a pair of black handcuffs.
Grabbing my wrists from behind, he jerked them in front of me and cuffed
them together. The big man then stood up, where his huge erection was
exactly at my mouth level.
	I opened my lips and captured his meat, lavishing my tongue around
its salty skin, slurping inside his uncircumcised head in hopes of finding
a big hit of his cheese.  I wasn't disappointed as I knew he hadn't
showered since yesterday.
	He gripped my head in his strong hands and clamped tightly,
beginning to roughly fuck my mouth with his dick, plunging into my throat
without any hesitation.  I loved it.
	As usual, it took him only minutes before he shot an enormous load
that simply overwhelmed my ability to swallow.  It'd been days since he'd
come and I simply couldn't contain it.  Sperm shot out of my mouth and down
my chin onto my chest faster than I could greedily drink it.  And I don't
know who was more pissed, him or me, that some of it was wasted.
	"You're gonna have to pay for that mistake, cocksucker!" he said
quietly in his growling voice. "
	"I'm so sorry, sir.  I wanted all of your load so bad, sir!" I
begged.  "It was just so big, sir."
	"Well tell you what, slave," he said as he scratched his black 3
day beard stubble.  "Let's see how you can make it up to me, then.  Start
sucking it again, pigboy."
	I quickly opened my mouth to capture his still hard cock, trying my
best to get him off a second time in a row.  Instead, I felt first the
trickle and then the stream of his hot piss being directed straight down my
throat.
	"Miss a drop and I'll punish you big time, slave," he growled, as I
desperately tried not to drown in the heavy hosing of salty liquid he was
shooting down my throat.
	Maybe a part of me did this intentionally, maybe it was simply too
much for me to handle, but when I simply couldn't swallow it all, my mouth
opened around his dick and piss began streaming down my face and all over
my body.
	"You FUCKER!" he yelled and he began spurting his piss all over me,
splashing every part of my body.  I was so hot temperature wise that it
actually felt good to have his liquid raining on me. I couldn't help
leaning back and reveling in the feeling of Gus' major load of piss
directed all over me.
	The next thing I knew I was being yanked up and the handcuffs on my
wrists were being connected to a big hook hanging from one of the barn
rafters.  It looked like one of those things that sides of beef hang from
and, at the moment, I didn't feel too much different.
	"Open your eyes, pig, and look at me!" he commanded.  I didn't even
realize I'd closed them, I was enjoying this so much.
	"Something's been bothering me ever since we started fooling around
with each other.  I know you let Jim and his buddies gang fuck you and fist
you that weekend after we first met.  That's how you got those hot tattoos
on your arm and your ass.  And I know how much you were turned on by that
.... so much so that even after getting abused all night, you were still
hot for my fist in your ass when you finally dragged your pig ass home that
morning."
	"But the part that's bothering me is this.  I worry about keeping
you satisfied, boy.  I want you happy and getting as much pig whore sex as
you need.  And I intend to be the one who gives it to you. I don't want you
fantasizing about having your pal Jim and 40 complete strangers fucking
your pig ass, so I figure I need to find some pretty fucking far out stuff
to do to you to make up for it. I figure I gotta give you everything you
need and then some."
	Damn, after that speech I was breathless, still hanging there on
the hook.
	"Is that right, pig?  Do I need to give you what you crave?"
	"God, sir ..... please, sir .... oh YES!" I moaned.
	"And what is it you need, pig?" he demanded.
	"Oh sir shit you already give it to me, sir.  Your whip slicing
into my skin ... your dick fucking my mouth and my ass ... your piss in me
and on me ...."
	"And what else, slave?"  He was hard again.  "Come on.  Tell me
now!"
	"My tongue lapping the sweat in your armpits ... your teeth biting
into me everywhere, sir, leaving the big hickey bruises that mark me as
yours, sir .... your big hands slapping and beating my ass ... and then
fisting it, sir.  Especially that, sir.  I need you to fuck me with your
hands and your arms and your elbows and your feet and ......"
	"Enough, boy.  I got it.  But there's more, isn't there?  You need
more than that, don't you?"
	"No sir, when you do those things to me I'm so happy, sir."
	"Bullshit. You think about other things, don't you, boy?  I can
tell.  You go off to other places sometimes when my fist is inside you,
don't you?"
	"No sir ... I...."
	"STOP LYING TO ME, BOY!" he yelled, slapping the side of my face
hard with his big hand.
	"Ummmppphhhh!" I reacted to his blow, feeling flushed and
exhilarated all over, but still saying nothing.
	He hit me again.
	"UMMMMPPHHHHH!" I moaned louder, the second blow even harder.  I
could feel my dick getting erect, despite the crystal I'd taken.  And he
saw it too.
	"You really like this, don't you boy, he said deeply but softly."
	"Ummmmm yeah ... do it again, sir." I mumbled.
	"I can't hear you, boy.  You really need it rough, don't you?" He
slammed his fist against my jaw.
	"YES SIR!" I said loudly, tears actually coming down my cheeks now.
	"And the harder and the kinkier, the more you like it, don't you?"
He hit me again.
	"YES SIR!," I shouted, wishing I could grip my hard cock.
	"Louder, pig.  I want to hear you beg for it."
	"PLEASE SIR!  HIT ME HARD, SIR!" I shouted.
	"No limits, pig slave?"  he said as he landed another blow squarely
against my jaw and then spat directly in my face.
	I answered by trying to lick up his saliva from my cheek.
	"Well, slave?" he demanded.
	"No limits, sir.  Anything you want.  Please, sir, I need you so
much!"
	"Then that's exactly what you will get, boy, because you know
what?"
	"What, sir?"
	"Because I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anybody
on this planet. And I intend to keep you fucked and fisted and beaten and
happy for the rest of your life, boy, so you will never -- NEVER -- want to
mess around with the likes of Jim and his asshole buddies ever again."
	"And it just so happens, my sweet little hunky pig," he now said in
the most gentle of tones, genuine tears welling his eyes, "that everything
you like getting, I love giving even more."
	I was speechless.  I could only stare intently into his eyes as I
saw the purest look of love I have ever seen, reciprocated by the same gaze
directed from me.
	This was a milestone, even an epiphany.  We completely knew each
other now.

	And right on cue, his look of love was replaced by the most angry
looking glare I have also ever seen from him.
	"And I'm gonna start showing you how much I fucking love you right
fucking now," he growled, slamming the back of his hand against my jaw one
more time before walking behind me.


	Cranks were turning and I felt myself being lowered from the hook
until my arms could be lowered to their natural state.  Gus pulled a key
attached to one of the chains on his harness and unlocked the handcuffs.
	"Don't move, fucker, and do exactly as I say," he ordered.
	He led me over to the sling hanging dead square in the middle of
the barn and half lifted me on my back into it.  As he slid my ankles into
the cuffs at one end, he attached locks to each that would prevent me from
moving them whatsoever.
	"I'm gonna leave your hands free, asshole, so you can feed yourself
poppers," he said.  "But if you do anything other than that with your
hands, such as even think about touching your cock, I'll truss you up like
a stuck pig.  Which is what you are.  Got it?"
	"Yes sir," I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in sexual rush.
	He opened a new bottle of poppers and handed it to me, scooting a
small metal table over beside him.  I saw him reach into a tin and emerge
with a hand full of a greenish looking gel.  "Take a hit, pig.  I don't
have time to fuck around with warming you up.  I need to abuse your ass
right now."
	I did as he told me, quietly thrilled that he was going to make
things rough and raw for me.
	I felt his hand pushing at my relaxed anus and immediately knew
that this was not Crisco being forced inside me.  It started out as an
incredibly cold sensation against my ass lips and then, as he pushed more
and more of it inside me, it became fiery hot, turning my ass into a
burning, churning furnace.
	My eyes opened wide to the sensation and I could see he got the
reaction he was looking for.
	"You like that, huh, boy?" he grinned.  "This shit's gonna set your
innards on fire while I finger it deeper and deeper inside you.  And by the
way, I mixed some of the C in it as well...just cause I love you."
	I still wasn't sure whether I loved or hated the stuff, At this
point it was a tossup between either trying to shoot the stuff out or start
begging for more.
	I decided to go the known and welcome path.
	"Please sir .... give me your fist now.  I need it in me, sir."
	"You're gonna get that and more, fucker," he scowled.  "Take
another hit and give me some too."
	I did as commanded, and as we both started zoning on the rush of
the brand new bottle of poppers, his hand plopped inside me almost
effortlessly.  We both groaned loudly at the warm sensation.
	He pulled completely out and quickly pushed back in, giving me a
welcomed repeat of the same sensation of getting fisted for the first time.
No matter what other fisting action we might do, this was always my
favorite time ... when his hand plants itself inside me for the first time.
	Only this time, I quickly realized the inherent benefit of being
suspended in a sling with long lengths of chains from the barn rafters.
	As his fisting grew more aggressive, the sling began to swing back
and forth, the momentum of it beginning to do most of the work as Gus
simply stood still, his wrist and most of his forearm sliding in and out.
Occasionally, he'd punch it a little harder, increasing the swinging
action, and increasing the depth his arm was plunging inside me.
	"How do you like this, buddy?" Gus asked.  "You like swinging on my
big fuckin' arm?"
	"Ummmm yeahhhh," I groaned, really into this newest of sensations
in my ass.  The combination of the menthol gel and being swung through the
air into his fist had me on a fast track to nirvana.  "Do it harder, sir.
Really get me going on your arm, sir."
	"You got it," he moaned himself, clearly turned on to the sight of
his hairy arm slicing in and out of my equally hairy asshole.
	His free hand reached for the poppers and he took a heavy hit,
handing it back to me.  I did likewise, knowing that the intensity level
was about to be raised a notch or two.
	"Ummmppppppffff!" he heaved, plunging the full force of his arm
roughly inside me.  The sling shot higher than it had yet and in the
milliseconds it took to let gravity do its thing, I felt his arm plunging
even deeper inside me on the downswing.
	He did it again, punching deep inside me only to await an even
deeper plunge when the swing returned.
	We were both shouting each other's names, me begging for even
harder and deeper action, and Gus calling me every vile whore name he could
think of.  Soaring on the crystal and the poppers and the enormous visual
attraction to each other, we were having the time of our lives.
	And then I had that feeling again of being watched.  I opened my
eyes and saw the same sight I'd seen that day at Fist Lake.  Gus' brother
Con, standing there, this time with his hard dick out, his hand jacking it
as he watched us.
	Gus saw him at the same time.
	"We gotta have a talk about your timing, brother," Gus said,
keeping his arm inside me.  "You seem to have this thing about showing up
at the damndest times."
	"Well," he stammered a little, obviously uncomfortable but still
stroking his huge piece of meat.  "I actually came here to apologize,
Gustavos," Con replied.  "I felt really bad about having that fight and
then fucking you and pissing on you and your.... uh......"
	He didn't know what to call me.
	"Enough said, brother," Gus interrupted.  "But I see I must have
been right about you getting a hardon watching me fist my boy here."
	"It's been fucking driving me crazy, Gus.  Hell ... you know I've
got a wife and three kids, for Christ sake, and all I've been able to think
about the past two weeks was how you used to suck my dick when we were in
high school and then how hot that scene was between the two of you.
Christ, you had your whole fucking arm in this guy.  And this man of your's
.... I don't even know his name.  He don't look like no fucking fag.  He's
a stud.  He looks like he could whip both of our asses at the same time."
	"His name is Blake.  But for right now, his name is pig or slave or
boy or whatever crap name you want to call him," Gus replied, his arm
beginning to pump itself into me again.  "I'll introduce you properly if
and when we're ever done here ... I happen to love him a lot, by the way
... but right now you've got a hard on and I've got a slave in a sling who
wants some real abuse.  Don't you pig?
	"YES SIR!" I shouted."
	"Damn!" Con said, stroking his dick a little faster.
	"Like do you need a fucking engraved invitation?" Gus yelled.
"Come over here and fuck his mouth.  He likes it that way."
	Con walked behind me and I needed no instructions.  Leaning my head
back and opening my mouth wide, he slipped it right in against my clamping
lips.
	"Now fuck it, Connie," Gus instructed. "Just use his mouth like a
pussy.  You can go as deep and be as rough as you want and he'll just like
it even better."
	Con grabbed my head in his two big work-muscled hands and started
slowly, then picking up steam as he fucked my head.  At the same time, Gus
regained his speed and rhythm from before and began plunging his forearm in
and out of me, emitting brutal grunts each time he forced himself inside
me.  I was in absolute pig heaven as these two powerful Greek brothers used
my body for our three-way pleasure.
	Then seemingly only minutes later, Con shouted a loud "TAKE IT,
FUCKER!" and began shooting a hot, thick, and copious loud into my mouth.
This time I didn't miss a drop. And the speed with which he came this first
time confirmed that he was, indeed, Gus' brother.
	As Con pulled out of my mouth, I tried unsuccessfully to keep his
dick in me, the taste of his uncut cock was just that wonderful to me.  At
the same time, Gus began to withdraw his arm from my ass and I thought, for
just a brief crystal-enhanced moment, that I was going to cry.
	"Please .... don't stop!"  I shouted.  "Give me more, Sirs
.... PLEASE!"
	"Stop your whining, slave," Gus snarled.  "We've just begun what my
brother and I are gonna do to your pig ass.  Come over here, Con.  I wanna
show you something," said Gus.
	"Wanna see what it feels like to put your fist in the hottest ass
that ever walked?"
	"Damn!" Con said, his eyes fixed widely on my shamelessly
spreadeagled legs in the sling.  "I never dreamed I'd like looking at a
guy's ass, but right now, this one is fucking turning me on.  That is one
hot fucking hairy asshole."
	"Here, do some of this first," Gus said, reaching for the baggy of
crystal and placing his wet finger inside.
	"What's this?" Con asked.
	"It's called C, brother.  It just makes you wanna fuck forever.
Your dick's gonna get soft, but who needs a dick when you got a pig slave
who's begging for your arm planted up his hole."
	"Well ... to tell you the truth, I came over here hoping we'd do
some more of the queer sex stuff, now that I know my little brother's into
that shit.  Even told the wife we were gonna go night fishing and not to
expect me home until tomorrow."
	"So take a hit and let's get down to abusing this pig," Gus
replied, inserting his coated finger under Con's tongue and letting his
older brother absorb the contents.  He then came around to me and gave me
yet another big hit before taking another himself.
	This was gonna get interesting.


Married to Fist
Chapter 6

	Gus sloshed a bit hit of the green gel on Con's hand and wrist and
stood back.
	"Go ahead, bro .... stick your hand in his ass.  Just take it slow
t first and let his ass do the work.  You got a big fucking hand and I
don't want him hurt."
	I felt Con's fingers approaching my ass lips and I let out a deep
sign of turned on content.  He pushed first one, then two, then three and
four fingers effortlessly into me, causing his own loud groan of amazement.
	"Fuck!  It's so loose and warm!" Con exclaimed.  "I've never felt
anything like this!"
	"Put it in me, sir!" I begged.  "Give me your whole fucking hand,
sir!"
	I felt the momentary pain pressure of his knuckles knocking on my
back door and then the plop of his entire huge hand bursting inside.  We
both let out loud grunts of pleasure.
	"Damn, this feels good," Con said. "I can see why you like it,
Gustavos.  His hairy ass looks so fucking hot sucking at my wrist.  And I
can't get over how much of a man he is.  This ain't no swishy faggot."
	"Yeah, Connie.  Gay men come in all shapes and sizes ...just look
at me," Gus said.  I was incredibly proud of him at that moment.
	"But for now, just fist him," Gus said excitedly.  "Push it in and
out.  Pretend it's your big dick fucking him.  He likes it rough and hard.
Fuck!  I love watching you do this to him."
	Con picked up the tempo, now slamming most of his forearm in and
out of me at rapid speed.  It was a little rough and raw for me, but what
he lacked in skill, he more than made up in beginner's enthusiasm.
	I took a big hit of poppers and handed them back to Gus, who stuck
the bottle under Con's nose and then took a strong hit himself.
	"Let me in there too, brother," Gus said to Con, both of them
rushing on the poppers.
	I felt another hand sliding in next to Con's and I did my best to
relax my asshole to let him in.  The poppers reappeared in my hand and I
quickly took several hits to get myself ready and loose.
	There was momentary pressure, then pain, and then a sudden plop as
Gus' hand slipped itself inside next to his brother's.
	"GODDAMN!" Con exclaimed. "How the fuck can he take that?"
	"He loves it, man.  Don't you, pig?"  Gus shouted.
	"Ummmmmmm ...... ohhhhhhhhh....  FUCK ME SIRS!" I yelled.
	I felt them grasp their hands together deep inside me and begin a
co-joined series of thrusts that literally was leaving me breathless.  I'd
been double fisted before, but it had never felt this incredibly
satisfying.  I looked up and saw the two of them kissing deeply, exchanging
tongues and spit into each other's stubbled faces.  Rather than feel hurt
or jealous, I thought 'what an incredibly erotic sight!'  Maybe the
thoughts of these two stud brothers enjoying my ass at the same time had
something to do with it.  All I knew, though, was that this fuck was one I
never wanted to end.
	At some point, one of their hands was replaced by a hard dick that
was immediately grasped by the hand that remained.  Moments later, a loud
grunt came from one of the brothers as the other jacked his cum deep in my
hungry hole.  That was quickly replaced by an exchange of hands and hard
cocks and the other brother now gripped his sibling's hard meat deep inside
my gripping butt.  After just a few minutes of this incredible action, he
shouted loudly and began shooting hard spurts of cum inside me, his brother
still jacking him off to our mutual pleasure.
	They pulled out, leaving me hanging there, cum dripping from my
gaping hole, and still begging to be filled with their fists.
	"Don't stop yet, sirs .... PLEASE .... I need some more, SIRS!" I
shouted.
	"Shut up, slave," Gus sneered, reveling in his role as master.
"You'll get more when I'm ready to give you more."
	I smiled to myself, aware he was showing off a little for his
slightly older brother.
	Suddenly I felt something cold and wet at my asslips and realized
that Zeus the dog was first sniffing at and then starting to lick away at
the combination of cum and lube now profusely dripping out of me.  I was
first startled and then quickly turned on by the sandpapery sensation of
the great dane's enormous tongue now eagerly slurping its way all around
and inside my well fucked hole.
	"Shit, would you look at that!" Con said.
	"Yeah, bro, that is pretty fucking hot, isn't it?" Gus replied, an
edge to his voice that told my experienced ears that he was hatching an
idea.  "And looks like our hunky pig boy's getting off on it, too, doesn't
it?"
	"Is that right, boy? You gettin' off on this big stud dog lapping
at your hungry hole?" Gus taunted.
	"Ummmmmmm, yeahhh, sir.  Never had a tongue that big rimming me
before, sir," I moaned, now squirming in the sling on the enormous tongue
now freely slurping itself deep inside my hole.
	"And look at Zeus," Con grinned.  "Goddamn!  Look at that hardon.
Shit, it's a lot bigger than either one of us!"
	"I have an idea," Gus said.  "Help me get him out of the sling and
over to that bench."
	They quickly unstrapped my legs from the sling and helped lift my
unsteady feet to the floor.  I was high and incredibly turned on and
unhappy to lose that big dog tongue inside me.
	They led me over to a low rise padded bench, the kind I'd used many
times at the gym for preacher curls.  Its legs had been lowered to only
about 2 feet off the floor, though, and the two lowered me face down over
it, my head down near the floor so that my ass was sticking up in the air
maybe another foot.  Hands grabbed my arms and handcuffed them to the base
of the bench and I felt my eyes being covered by a leather blindfold
stretched over my head.
	"I want you blind for this, buddy," Gus said.  "I just want you to
lay there and just concentrate on taking whatever happens at your ass.  You
got it?"
	"Yeahhh.... please sir .... give me your fist again," I moaned.
	"Sure, baby, you'll get my fist again.  And Con's too.  But
wouldn't you rather have a little more tongue action from Zeus first?"
	"Ummmmm.... oh yeahhhh..... I need it bad, sir!" I begged.
	I heard Gus call the dog over and immediately felt that incredible
tongue once again planted at my backside.  In this position, I could squirm
my ass a little more on it, and as poppers appeared at my nose, I quickly
realized I needed more than just a tongue at this point.
	And then it hit me.  Literally.  I felt the dog's hairy paws
planted on my shoulders and his hot breath at the back of my neck.  And in
only seconds I was feeling an enormous girth pressing against my backside.
	I was torn between shock and horny hunger as I realized I was about
to be fucked by a dog.  As high as I was, a part of me was deeply
embarrassed that my lover and his brother were watching this total act of
depravity on my part.  But then the knowledge that they'd intentionally set
this up that I had no say over what was being done to me -- that this was
something Gus wanted to see me do made it suddenly okay.  Even more than
okay.  Hot.  Very hot.
	Especially when I felt Gus' hand guiding the dog's dick inside me.
	"Goddamn!" Con kept saying.  "He fucking taking it all."
	"Yeahhhhh," Gus moaned.  "This is so fucking hot, ain't it!"
	But their words were lost on me as I concentrated on relaxing my
ass and accepting the rough fuck that began before I was ready for its huge
girth and length.
	I immediately realized that this was an animal a beast who was
fucking me to please himself instincts taking over having no care or
concern about how hard.  Just fast, mean, and rough.
	The way I like it.
	Poppers appeared at my nose and I breathed deeply, finally just
giving myself into the act of being fucked by the biggest dick I'd ever
taken.  I started grunting and moaning, pushing back, marveling in the
rapid piston drives hitting my prostrate.  As uncertain as I'd initially
been about this, I was now loving it.  Begging for more.  Grunting loudly
with each powerful thrust, yelling for the dog to go harder, deeper,
faster.
	Until I felt yet another push at my hole that initially hurt.  But
only seconds later it plopped inside and I screamed out in absolute
thrilling pleasure.  I didn't know what had happened.  In fact, I first
thought one of the men had stuck his hand inside me as well.
	"Look he's locked with him.  Shit!  He's stuck up there!" Con
exclaimed.
	"Yep he's tied to his bitch so he can shoot all his fucking spooge
up that pig hole," Gus moaned, clearly as turned on as he'd ever been.
	"How's that feel, pig?" Gus shouted.  "How's it feel to be this big
fucking dog's bitch boy?"
	"Ummmmmmm ... so good, sir....." I managed.  The combination of
Zeus' cum flooding my guts and his inability to pull out of me made me feel
like I was getting a hot enema from a huge butt plug.  It was incredible!
	We were stuck there for a long time as Gus and Con quietly held and
petted the dog, keeping him reasonably calm until his knot came back down.
I was still beyond hot, squirming my butt on his engorged organ, not
wanting it to ever leave me.
	But finally, with a soft plop, it made its exit, and immediately,
Zeus was off me and happily trotting out of the barn, probably to go
somewhere, lick his big dick clean, and take a well deserved nap.
	"How you doing, Blake buddy?" Gus asked, his face only inches from
my still blindfolded one.  He planted a single soft kiss on my cheek.  "You
okay?"
	"Shit, Gus, more than okay!"  I exclaimed.  "That was so fucking
hot!  I could do that over and over again and never get enough of that big
thing inside me!"
	"After all that you're still horny for more?" Con asked
incredulously.
	"Once he gets going, he's insatiable, aren't you baby?" Gus said,
an element of pride in his voice.  "You still wanting' more, buddy?  Your
ass still hungry for something to fuck it hard and wild?"
	"OH YEAH!..... please, sir!"  I squirmed my ass on the bench, still
unable to move my handcuffed arms.  "I need more, sir .... PLEASE, SIR!"
	"Take his handcuffs off and get him back in the sling on his
stomach while I go get something," Gus said to Con.
	Moments later I was back in the sling, this time face down, as I
felt the chains being lowered until I was just inches above the barn floor.
My legs were spreadeagled even more, widely exposing them to the two
brothers' view and hopefully their hard use and abuse.  Still blindfolded,
Gus' fingers appeared at my mouth and I opened, taking another big hit of
the crystal. I could hear the quiet exchange of Gus and Con also taking
more hits.  A bottle of poppers appeared in my now-free hands and Gus
whispered for me to use them as much as I wanted.
	"What are the beach chairs for?" I heard Con ask Gus.
	"Slide your's up here next to mine just under slave boy and I'll
show you something else you've never seen before."
	"Take a good hit of poppers, boy," Gus ordered.
	As the rush hit me, I felt something pressing against my sloppy ass
and I knew from experience it was his foot.
	"Damn!" Con said.  "I never even thought about doing that."
	"He loves it, don't you pig boy?" Gus said.
	"Yeahhhhhhh ... give me your big foot, sir," I moaned as most of it
slid a little too easily up my squirming butt, still filled to capacity
with both dog and man cum.
	"Now watch this, brother," Gus said, a definite edge of turned on
excitement in his voice.
	He kicked his foot forcefully into my backside, causing the entire
sling to swing forward.  As it did, his foot slid almost all the way out
only to be slammed back again by the momentum of the downswing.
	"Take some more poppers, boy.  We're gonna go for a long hard
ride," Gus commanded.  "Con, grab that whip over there and give him
something else to think about."
	As the newest wave of poppers filled my senses with the incredibly
fulfilling rush of his foot fuck, the first delicious blow of the whip
slashed across my back.
	I screamed, arching my back and ass for more.
	"Give it to him harder, Connie.  He likes it rough."
	The second blow showed me he now meant business.  I yelled even
louder, begging the two of them to give me everything they had and they
responded with full force.
	For an indeterminable period, everything just fused together with
no sense of time or place as I danced to the tune of the whip and my
lover's foot deeply thrusting in and out of me.  I simply couldn't get
enough.  I was wildly bucking back for more.  I was on another plane,
living only for the immediate rush of pain and pleasure inexorably merged
into one massive sensation.
	And then it all stopped.
	"NO!"  I yelled.  "PLEASE DON'T STOP!  PLEASE .... MORE, SIRS!"
	I heard whispering behind me and the shuffle of the chairs on the
concrete floor.
	"Take a big hit of poppers, boy," Gus said slowly, his voice tense
with excitement.  Even in my uncontrolled state, I could tell he was
soaring right up there along with me.
	More whispering.
	And then I felt something else knocking at my backdoor and
immediately knew that I was about to get a second foot in me.  Con's.  Or
at least they were going to give it a try.  Not even I was sure I could
take both of their size 12's, but I sure as hell wanted to try.
	"Just take it slow and let him do the work," Con said to Gus.
"Just keep a slow steady pressure and he'll just suck it right it, won't
you, pig boy?"
	"Hmmmmmm....uhhhhhhhhh......ohhhhhhh...." was all I could manage in
response.  I took yet another hit of poppers and waited for the inevitable
zone of otherworldly skill ... a place where my ass could expand to
unimaginable widths and depths ... a place where the vortex of
filled-to-the-gills pleasure consumed my very being.
	"FUCKING INCREDIBLE!" Con yelled as his foot suddenly popped
through and slid right along that of his brother.  And before I could react
with my own scream, the whip again lashed savagely across my shoulder,
eliciting one of double volume and intensity.
	"God, I never knew my foot could feel so good!" Con exclaimed.
"It's like getting a blow job on your toes!"
	Together, the two feet began a slow pump, testing the pliability of
my super-stretched anus, making sure it wasn't going to suddenly rip open.
As I moaned in pleasure and squirmed my ass backward, they picked up speed
and within minutes, began a rapid pistoning, swinging me wildly in the
sling, the whip again kissing my skin on every return swing back.
	They foot-fucked me for a long time, popping beers a couple of
times during the period. Time was now a concept I couldn't and didn't want
to grasp.  All I know was that as long as they were inside me and their
blows were raining down on my skin, I was happy.  Absolutely thrilled
beyond description or mere emotion.  They'd taken me to the edge and kept
me perilously close to it.  This was as good as it could get.
	For now at least.
	When they finally pulled out of me, I was exhausted, but amazingly
still hungry for more.  The combination of the crystal, the poppers, and my
own insatiable need to be fucked and abused just simply couldn't stand the
thought of such a incredible scene coming to an end.
	Strong hands helped me up and took off the blindfold.  I looked at
them and could tell they'd been through an equally intense experience.
Sweat literally poured off each of our bodies and I immediately felt the
need to taste their incredibly buff bodies.
	I began licking Gus' heaving pecs, slurping at the sweat like a man
dying of thirst.  I moved over to Con and began the same process.  Slowly,
the three of us fell to the floor as I kneeled over them and hungrily dove
for their armpits, sucking in the sweat and the smells just as
enthusiastically as I had the poppers.
	Fuck -- their pits were better than poppers!
	I moved down their chests and bellies, siphoning the rivers of
sweat that were pouring down their muscled abs and into their drenched
pubic hairs.  I rapidly moved from one brother to the next, losing sense of
which was which. The smell of their crotches was even more of a turnon than
their armpits had been and as I began sucking on the crystal-softened
dicks, I realized how badly I needed to drink.  Not just liquid, but their
liquids.
	I looked up at Gus' face and our gazes instantly communicated what
I wanted.  In seconds, he started gushing his hot beer piss directly into
my mouth, giving me the drink I so desperately needed at this point.  He
had a strong, long load to give me and I didn't miss a drop.
	Minutes later, Con was pouring his own healthy load of piss
straight down my throat as I happily moaned and gurgled at both the
wonderful taste and the subservience of the act itself.
	We lay there for several minutes, simply reveling in the sensation
of three well satisfied men.  We'd each done a lot of crystal and poppers,
though, so it was inevitable that hands would again appear at my ass and
with my eyes closed, I didn't even know or care which one they belong to.
	"Fist him real slow and gentle, brother, while I get the next
surprise ready," Gus said, revealing Con as the owner of the hand that was
now three-quarters inside me with virtually no effort.
	"Ummmmmm yeahhhhhhh," I moaned, again becoming turned on with the
new attention on my ass.  I was lying on my back, my legs spread wide like
a slut in heat, reveling in the fact that by now, my man pussy had to be as
sloppy and loose as an all night whore's.
	Con was soon slowly fucking his entire hand and wrist in and out of
me, punching it in and out ever so gently, making me swoon in pleasure with
the contrast of the previous rough and brutal foot fucking they'd just
given me.
	"Get him up and handcuff him again to the rafter chains," Gus said,
now standing over me.
	Quickly, I was lifted up and again trussed up on the chain.  I was
getting tired and I didn't know how long I could stand it this way.  But my
ass still craved the hand that had been pulled out of me and I couldn't
help but beg for its return.
	"Please put it back, sir," I said to Con.  "Please keep fucking me
like you were."
	Con grinned widely, pleased he was having such an effect on me.
	"You got it, stud," he smiled.  "Gus, let's lower him down some so
I can sit on the floor and give it to him easier."
	The chains were lowered and suddenly my tired muscles were no
longer under such strain.  Con got down on his knees and immediately
planted his big paw at my gaping asshole and plunged it in to my loud moan
of thanks.
	Minutes later, I heard an odd noise and opened my eyes, seeing Gus
standing in front of me holding what was clearly a branding iron inside the
flame of an acetylene torch.
	I shuddered at what I knew was inevitable.
	"You know what this is, boy?" Gus asked.
	"It's a branding iron, sir," I replied, already turned on at the
thoughts of what was going to happen.
	"No, boy, it's a lot more than that," he said seriously, staring me
directly in the eyes.  "It's a symbol.  It's my family brand, used all the
way back to our ranch in Greece.  It says you belong to me.  Forever.
That's what this is, boy."
	"I uhhhh I don't know what to say," I stammered, still squirming on
Con's fisting, which was now easily plunging itself in and out of my ass.
	"You can answer two different ways, Blake," Gus replied, surprising
me a little that he used my name.  "You can say 'yes, I'm ready to belong
to you and your brand' or you can say 'no, I need some more time.'  Either
way won't change the way I love you, baby."
	I took a deep breath and made my decision.
	"Brand me, Gus.  Make me belong to you forever, sir," I said.
	Con had stopped fisting me but had kept his arm inside me.  God
help me, but I couldn't help thrusting back on it for more.
	"My brother's fist in you is the witness to what we're doing here,
Blake.  While I hadn't planned on having a witness, Con's being here is
like meant to be.  And as I brand you, he's gonna let you know that you're
a part of his family too.  That right, Constantine?"
	"Shit, yeah, brother," Con replied, now pushing his forearm into me
at least halfway to the elbow.  I shuddered but pushed back in hopes of
getting more.  "You wear my family's brand, boy -- you'll be my brother
too," Con said.
	"You ready?" Gus asked me, holding the now white-hot brand in front
of my face.  I could feel its heat almost scorching my beard stubble.
	"Yes, sir, do it.  Make me a Savos."
	He put the torch out and down and with the brand still in his hand,
held an open bottle of poppers in front of my nose.  I inhaled like my life
depended on it.
	And then, quickly, with no mercy...
	"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he
plunged the Cyrillic Greek letter for "s" onto my right pec.  I could smell
the scorching of hair and skin and could hear the sizzle of my skin searing
in the intense heat of the iron rod.
	Simultaneously, Con plunged his arm inside me all the way to his
elbow, making me feel like a second burning rod had been thrust all the way
up into my intenstines at the same time.
	It was an excruciatingly intense experience that can likely never
be equaled for as long as I live.
	And then it was over.  My heart was racing a thousand beats a
minute but it was over.  No pain, no hurt, nothing.  Just an intense but
welcome heat surrounding my chest and an equally intense feeling of being
filled with Con's huge arm plunged deep inside me.
	Gus placed the branding iron on the concrete and leaned over to my
chest, planting a soft kiss on the now-permanent brand above my nipple.
	"You are mine forever, buddy," he said gently, lifting up to give
me a long kiss that had me gasping for air "and I will love you forever."
	He then looked down at his brother, seeing his arm in me now past
the elbow and grinned.
	"You got room in there for one more," he smiled impishly at me.
	"Why you asking me?" I grinned back.  "That ass belongs to you
now."
	"Good boy," he smiled.  "Very good boy."
	Minutes later the two Savos brothers were double fisting their new
husband, brother, slave, pig, boy, cocksucker, and partner.
	And I was the happiest guy alive.