Book 2 of the "Coming of Fist" Chronicles

Writer’s note: I chronicled my first fisting experiences in the story, "A Coming of Fist," found on the web site While the story that follows stands alone, you may find it useful to read "Coming’s" first six chapters to get the background on the characters and the beginnings of my adventures in handballing.

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

Chapter 1

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, <grin> 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 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 a 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.

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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 worshipping 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.

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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.

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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.


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 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.


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.

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