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Addicted to FistAddicted to FistJim and Gus had fucked and fisted me with everything but the corner firehydrant. And as much as I had still begged them for even more, I’msurprised 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’dbeen secretly waiting for my whole life, going all the way back to my daysas a teenager when I discovered the thick inner joys of a sun-warmedcucumber stuffed up my “virgin” butthole.Anyhow, the next day Sunday — I was body sore and post-d**g depressed,convinced my butt would never work or be worked again, perhaps even alittle ashamed of all I’d done. But by Monday, I was back at work in theoffice moving a little slower than usual but pretty much returning to mynormal 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 farmhe owned lived just down the road from me. I woke up horny that Tuesdaymorning and decided to wake him up with a blow job that caused hisever-ready big chunk of meat to stiffly stand up for attention as soon asmy tongue slurped its way inside its fat uncut head.He wasn’t used to getting the kind of talented attention on his dick thatonly another man can give and he lustily shot a healthy load in my mouth inonly about 5 quick minutes. To my delight, he didn’t even pause as hegrunted still in half sleep, flipped me over on my belly and slammed hisstill 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 thecum still leaking out of his dickhead. But in only seconds, I was buzzingon the rough treatment as he rammed me like a bull in heat. I begansquirming my ass around his plunging prick, reveling in the renewed feelingof having my ass pummeled, abused, and stuffed to the hilt with prime Greeksausage.”Fuck me good, Gus,” I moaned. “Give it to me hard, buddy!”He responded by picking up the intensity of his thrusts, clearly happy thathe could just fuck me as hard as he wanted to without worrying abouthurting me.Gus grunted loudly with each thrust, beginning to drip sweat from his chestonto my back, occasionally reaching down and clamping his teeth down intothe electric flesh of my neck and shoulders. The smell of his steamed uparmpits permeated my nostrils and I inhaled hungrily like a man who hadbeen 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 ofnewness to all this. I’d almost always been the top guy in most of my pastsexual encounters, happily fucking my bottoms while they screamed in hotdelight. But a part of me had always known my top guy exterior was an actjust waiting for the right big man to expose and fuck senselessly.And now finally — I was getting what I’d always needed so desperately. Ibucked back with every powerful lunge, begging for more of the intensepiledriving I was taking from this married guy with the forest of blackhair 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 especiallyhard into me and began spraying my insides with his second load of the newmorning.My own dick was roaring hard as I imagined the sight of his thick andpotent 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 therewas 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 myass. I looked over my shoulder at his hard-breathing face and he grinned atme like a dog possessing his favorite bone. He winked at me, then wiped hisbig hand on his dick and immediately began rubbing it around the outside ofmy 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 gowherever it wanted to plunge.He spit on my freshly fucked open asshole and jabbed four fingers into thecum-lubed hole. Gus started fucking them in and out as he reached aroundand began jacking my cock.I grabbed the bottle of poppers on the night stand and took a deep hit andthen moaned loudly as I pushed back against his hand, giving him the signalthat I was ready for more.Gus may have been new to man-sex and to fisting, but he was one hell of afast learning top. After a few more wads of spit, a couple of twists andturns, and a loud cry of short- lived pain from me, his fist ascended intomy ass and quickly found its way past the wrist.I cried out with a thousand sensations as I was again feeling theindescribable ecstasy of having a hot man’s hand forcing its way intome. To this day, I still think the first time a man’s hand pushes its wayinside me is the absolute nirvana of the fisting experience, no matter howhot 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 histhickening cock, gladly turned on to be using my ass again.Gus began a steady fucking of my ass as his other hand roughly jerked meoff to the point I thought I was going to cum at any second. But just assoon as he sensed me about to go over the line, he’d slow it down andchange the rhythm and depth of his fist fuck.It occurred to me that we were both pretty fucking talented at this to besuch rookies.Finally, I couldn’t take the hot action any longer. He’d already shot twoloads this morning and I’d shot none. I absolutely needed to get off so badI 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 messingaround.”He laughed and then began slamming my ass with short and rapid piston fucksas he leaned over and captured the head of my cock in his mouth. His freehand 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 alongsidehis hand and I moaned and groaned at the continued thrill of Gus’ big mittjacking 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 thefriction, perhaps even the pain for myself. I don’t know how long this wenton but I opened my eyes back into real time as I heard him shouting myname.His eyes were clenched shut and his face was frozen into the pained grimaceof a man on the brink of shooting his brains out through his penis.”Ahhhhhhhhh! OH MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!” he screamed as his pelvis pushed bothhis hand and his dick even deeper inside me. Each thrust told me anotherwave of his load was shooting itself into my man pussy and with that, Icollapsed into my own mental orgasm, screaming as loudly as he was,surrendering myself to the waves of blinding pain and pleasure that were soinexorably mixed.I opened my eyes a few moments later and saw him looking at me with anexpression of pure awe; perhaps even love.Gus winked again at me and slowly pulled his hand and dick out of myass. As he got out of bed, he reached over and gave me a long, sweet kisson the lips, letting me taste the salty remains of my own sperm — whichhe’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 athimself, 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 hestood in the morning light, sweat glistening on the big muscles of hishairy chest.”And by the way if I haven’t said so, I really appreciate you letting mecrash 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 himfirst humming, then singing very badly in the shower, as he readied himselffor the day.Gus was a happy guy.But, at that moment in time, he couldn’t have been happier than me.Chapter 2A couple of days later I’d just arrived home from work and was changing outof my business suit when the phone rang and I heard a familiar deep voiceon 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 wifeget 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 offat least 3 or 4 times every time we fool around. It’s pretty fuckingamazing neither of us can get enough of each other.”I paused for a moment, not sure how far to go with this line ofconversation.”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 canstill get me some of that hot ass of yours.””Anytime, sir. You just name it,” I replied, getting erect again from theverbal 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, butI’d bet he’ll be up for anything that makes that huge dick of his shoot abunch of hot loads.””Well actually, I was thinking we’d keep this a date between just the twoof 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 aweek. 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 mybuddies at the Stallion about you last night and I watched at least a dozendicks get hard in their pants just hearing about how I fisted your cherrylast weekend. When I told them all about how butch and hairy and muscularyou are, they went wild. They fucking insisted that I let them watch mefist your hairy ass, boy.””Oh yeah?” I replied, getting even more turned on, grabbing hold of whatwas now a painfully hard cock. “So — like what do you have in mind?” Istammered a little, my heart starting to race as I jacked off.”I was thinking about a little play party down at this private club Ibelong to where you’d just give it up to me, buddy … do whatever I tellyou to do in front of the whole place. Your daddy in complete control ofhis 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 abunch of strangers?””Yeah, hot boy,” he answered. “I’m gonna put that gorgeous hairy ass ofyours on display and fuck it every way till Sunday. I’ll lash every squareinch of your body with my whip. And I’ll take total charge of whateverhappens to you. You won’t have a single fucking say about anything.”He was so incredibly verbal and, until the previous weekend, I’d neverrealized how much of a turn on that is for me. Just his words were like ad**g that had me dizzy with excitement.”Shit!” I moaned as I jerked my dick harder, almost ready to cum just atthe 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 tobe and if he can deal with it, bring him along and I’ll see to it that hegets in. But I want him and you to understand that he’s just part of thecrowd who gets to watch. You belong to me in this scene and you only dowhat 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 thenext night (Friday). And only seconds after we hung up, I finished up whatI’d started, blasting a huge load of jism all the way past my head and ontothe 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, frommy bedroom window, I could see him slowly getting out, shirtless, a beercan in his hand, his worn jeans riding low on his hips, and a bronzed bodycovered in dust and sweat from a day working the fields of his farm. Helooked tired. But damn — he also looked so fucking hot!I was still naked after cleaning up and figured what the hell why bothergetting dressed when odds were we’d be fucking within minutes anyhow. So Ipractically jumped down the stairs and met him at the door as he walkedin. I smiled to myself at the surprised expression on his face when he sawme standing there with another big hard on. The look quickly became one oflust, 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 hislips for a deep kiss. He immediately grabbed me in a bear hug and kissed meright 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 tongueover his chin and down his sweaty neck down to his chest where I planted mylips 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 oflaboring in the sun. He moaned in pleasure, cupping my head in his bighairy paws, pressing his nipple deeply against my eager tongue.I licked my way across the broad expanse of his hairy chest to the otherside, never letting my tongue lose contact with his tight pecs. Ipassionately gave him the tongue bath I’d been thinking about giving himall day, thrilled still at the fact that I was actually worshiping therough, sweaty, hard muscled working class stud of my fantasies.Only this was my newly found friend and lover Gus. And I was unavoidablyfalling for him like no one else I’d ever met. I could have spent hourspigging out on just his ripe armpits alone, but I had bigger plans for thistired dirt mover after a long day’s work. I had one more thing I wanted himto 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. Hisdick reared up instantly, so tall and erect it was literally trying to fuckhis own belly.I engulfed his cock into my mouth all the way to the root, deeply breathingin the intoxicatingly rank smell of his pubes and balls that’d beensweating and fermenting all day in the hot sun. I think I could have madethis blow job last for hours without ever getting fatigued. But Gus had adifferent thought in mind as he roughly grabbed my head in his hands andbegan hard fucking his big meat deeply in and out of my throat, groaningloudly as I gasped for breath between his strokes.By now, I’d given him enough blow jobs to know that the first orgasm wouldcome quickly, but would just be the warmup for the next two or three. Andsure 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’ddaydreamed all day about during long boring meetings at the ad agency whereI worked.A couple of hours later, after he’d fucked me from one side of the livingroom to the other with both his dick and his fist to the point of hisexhaustion (note: not mine), we finally got up, showered together, and wentout to find some dinner. Not that I was even slightly hungry at this pointat least for food.Over dinner, I told him about the public fisting party Jim was planning andasked 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 giveit another try together.””But, Gus I mean I thought you were really into the stuff we’ve beendoing. I thought that you maybe were liking me too.”I was about to cry and I didn’t kayseri rus escort even know exactly why.”All that’s true, Blake,” he said softly. “It’s more true than youknow. But I feel like I have to at least give her another shot. She’s areal bitch most of the time and she’s not much fun in bed either certainlynot now that I’ve had a taste of you. But she and I have been married for10 years, so I feel like I owe her another chance. She says she’s gonna tryhard to make me happy.””I see,” I said, trying hard not to get emotional. After all, I’d onlyknown him a week, but I’d never felt this way about someone beforeparticularly as I gazed upon my ideal of the handsome rough trade stud withboth 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 saidwith 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 fewthings. On the way out the door, he gave me a wonderfully long goodbyekiss, and was suddenly gone.I went upstairs, found one of his dirty t-shirts tossed in a corner of thebedroom, took a deep and long whiff of its sweat stained armpits, and criedmyself to sleep.Chapter 3Friday night I showed up at the address Jim had given me at an old brickbuilding in the Cleveland warehouse district. There were lots of trendyrestaurants and condos going in all around this gentrifying neighborhood,but there was still just enough of a seedy element remaining in the area togive 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 sleezeas I could find.In fact, I just wanted to get lost it in, drown in it, lose all sense ofcontrol and responsibility and just give it all up to the big leather studwho’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 bodybuilder bouncer-type with a leather harness and jock strap stood with hisarms 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 paysomething first?””It’s all handled, boy,” he said firmly. “The gentleman inside has alreadytaken care of it. I’m instructed to collect your clothes and to return themwhen the gentleman desires they be returned.”He looked behind him for a second and said to me in a low voice “Don’tworry, dude. They’ll be right here and your master in there is a goodguy. He won’t let anything bad happen.”So I pulled my tank top undershirt up and off and handed it to him. Nextcame my boots and then my jeans. I hadn’t bothered with underwear and helooked more than interested at my bigger than average dick now getting halfhard in front of his stare. He handed me back my boots and told me to putthem back on.With that, I was standing there naked in a strange place with absolutely noidea who or what I would encounter once inside. All I knew was that Jim wasexpecting me and would soon take control.I swallowed hard but knew I was ready and getting more turned on by thesecond.”By the way, I’m Butch,” he grinned, sticking out his hand.”That’s pretty fucking obvious,” I joked, shaking his enormously muscularhand and instantly starting to lust for its sheer girth and power insideme.”Yeah, I get that line all the time,” he grinned again. “Hope I get to playwith 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 hishuge arms trying to fist me.He pressed a button on the wall and suddenly the door opened and Butchabruptly 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 blackboot and literally kicked my ass into a bar crowded with men. As I stood upand tried to recover from the stumble, I could see men in all stages ofundress, but mostly just naked. Some wore towels, some sported jockstraps,and lots showed cocks displayed beneath leather harnesses and chains aroundtheir torsos.Before my eyes could adjust fully to the darkness, a hand roughly groped mystill 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 inhis grip and he who would now take control.”Don’t move a muscle, pussy boy,” he ordered, as he buckled a leathercollar around my neck. I instantly knew I had just given up all controlwith this symbolic act. The feel of the cool leather fitting snugly againstmy throat made me feel dizzy already. My dick was already so hard it had tobe leaking.He then connected a chain to my collar, and began leading me further intothe depths of the club.”Where’s Gus?” he asked as we walked past seemingly dozens of men nowstaring with great interest at us.”Home with his wife, Sir. He decided to give the straight life anothertry.””Sorry, man,” he said. “I know you liked him. Or at least you liked the wayhe fucked your hot ass.””Both, sir,” I answered. “Both.””Well when I’m done with you tonight, pussy, you’re not even gonna rememberthis guy. What you’re gonna know is that you’ve been fucked like nogoddamned 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 justhard enough to let me know he was in charge.”Over here, boy,” he ordered as he pulled the leash and led me to a cornerbar 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?” hegrinned, a downright evil looking leer on his face.”Then we’ll start with this,” as he wet his finger and captured most of onewhole line. I opened my mouth, raised my tongue, and he gave me the entirehit. I couldn’t wait to start feeling the effects as I watched him take amuch smaller hit.”I need to pace myself tonight boy so I can make sure things don’t get outof hand,” he smiled gripping my shoulder almost lovingly.”You just need to trust me now, Blake. It’s going to get fucking wild, butif you just go with everything I throw at you, you’re gonna have the timeof 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 gonnahappen. 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 couldsee a bright light at the end. As we got closer, I could see it was a smallstage with spotlights surrounding it. Through the haze, it looked likethere were wall to wall men surrounding the platform and as we emerged fromthe hall and into the room, I could now see it was the focal point of theroom, much like a boxing ring without the ropes.The platform was about three feet off the floor, high enough for theaudience to easily see but low enough to make the crowd feel like theycould reach out and touch the performers. There were several chains withleather cuffs hanging from the ceiling. On the stage, a small cart onwheels 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 Isaw at least 3 or 4 video cameras mounted on tall poles at each corner ofthe stage. I gulped as I gave one last thought to the idea of backingout. It would only take one “stop” from me and I could go back to my housein the country and to the bland vanilla sex life I’d had before meeting Jimor Gus.Gus SHIT! I needed to move on, to forget about him. And a little voiceinside me told me that this was the best medicine for me. The crystal wasstarting to gel in my system now so that probably had something to do withmy decision as well. I was ready. Hell, I was getting fucking hotter for itby the second.The noise quickly died to a nearly perfect silence as Jim led me throughthe parting crowd to the steps at the platform’s base. I could feel dozensof eyes staring intently at me, dissecting every square inch of my pumpedup flesh as a cannibal would inspect his next meal.The crystal was really kicking in now, reacquainting me with the total lackof inhibition I’d felt the previous weekend. Despite the presence ofprobably 30 or 40 total strangers and the potential of hundreds, maybethousands who would watch the video — I was beginning to like theexhibitionist in me. I was starting to get off on the thoughts of being thebiggest, 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 feltflushed and vaguely faint but took a deep breath and composed myself. Iheard the sound of something creaking and cranking and looked up to see twosets of chains with cuffs being lowered from the ceiling.Jim silently grabbed my left wrist and placed the leather cuff aroundit. He quickly did the right wrist as well and then signaled to some unseenperson 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 ridingcrop he’d used on me the previous time, only this one was longer and had abroader 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 raunchyand better than poppers.”He then turned to the audience.”Gentlemen, good evening,” he said in the deep, authoritative voice thatinstantly made me harder.”As promised, I have delivered for your viewing pleasure the pig slave Itold several of you about.”Without warning, he raised his arm high above me and lashed the cropdirectly 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 painedreaction from me.”What he does have, as I promised you, is an insatiable appetite that onlyI 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 excusefor a topman he used to be into a writhing begging pig who lives only formy fists plunged up his ass (another strike across my ass) and who pleadsfor my piss in his mouth. (another strike on my chest, just missing mymouth.) And who desperately needs his master to inflict hurt on his bodywithout mercy.”With that, he unleashed a series of strikes from the crop that made mescream loudly in the kind of hot, sensuous pain that had already turnedinto 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 pussyboywho begs, lives, breaths and fucks only for my pleasure,” Jim nearlyshouted, himself clearly turned on at this point.He lashed at me again, this time connecting with my cock and balls, andcausing 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 hiserection standing straight up to his belly, purple and angry looking insidehis 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 andwent back to the table, grabbing a short metal chain with two clamps onit. He walked behind me, rubbing his massive cock against my ass as Irubbed 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 andplaced one of the clips directly on my nipple.”Ahhhhhhhh!” I screamed, never having had this done to me before. I wasbeyond rational thought as my nipple felt like it was slowly being rippedfrom my body right in front of all these people. But before I couldrecover, 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, hegrabbed my hips and plunged his leaking dick into my ass without warning.”Ummpppphhhhhh!” I gasped in shock, not expecting a painful assault justyet on this part my body, yet suddenly filled with the ripping thrusts of10 super hard inches brutally r****g my ass.”Take it, pussy! Take this big fucking dick up your tight ass!” he gruntedas he fucked me like a jackhammer in high gear.It only took seconds before I was able to convert the pain into gloriouspleasure and only seconds again before I began yelling for him to fuck meharder.He responded like the stud champion he was, raising his assault to an evenmore intense level, grabbing the chains attached to my nipples and tuggingat them without mercy.”FUCK ME SIR!!!!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “HURT ME SIR!” Iscreamed again.He fucked me like a freight train colliding with a buck deer caught on thetracks, pummeling my ass into a pulp, making me cry out repeatedly for moreand more.Finally, after who knows how long, he roared a string of undecipherableobscenities in my ear and began a long series of even harder thrusts insideme that everyone in the room could tell was his cum shooting deeply in myass.That was enough to make my own cum shoot far in front of me, undoubtedlyspurting on someone in the audience, and as far as I was concernedhopefully directly into some lucky guy’s mouth.Chapter 4Jim pulled his spooge laden dick out of my ass and signaled to someoneunseen to lower something down. Immediately, two more chains beganlowering in front of me as I felt the chains holding my arms now lifting meoff the floor. My arms were getting really tired, so my discomfort musthave shown as Jim whispered in my ear not to worry he’d make me comfortablefor what would come next.As I rose off the floor, he grabbed one of my ankles and attached one ofthe new chains to it. He then did the same to the other ankle, effectivelystringing me in the air like a side of beef, my legs now higher than myhead and spread wide apart.Finally, he took a wide leather belt from the table with chains attached toit and ran it under my lower back, helping me lift up as he chained it toeach of the four suspended chains. He grabbed another one and placed itunder 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 sloppyasshole now widely visible and exposed to the audience. I could feel Jim’scum seeping out of it, most certainly dripping onto the floor and probablythe object of many hungry tongues at the moment. Hell, if I could havesucked his tasty cum out of my own ass, I would have been down therelapping at it in a heartbeat.I looked up to see him holding a small plastic bag filled with more crystaland opened my mouth as his wet finger grabbed another generous chunk andplaced it under my tongue. I sucked it in and didn’t want to release hisfinger, sending him a signal that needed no translation.He came around behind me and planted his greasy half hard dick behind myhead. I lowered my head backwards and opened my mouth as he inserted hiscock straight into my throat. At the same time, he gave himself another hitof the C. It looked like a larger hit this time, though still not as muchas I’d just taken.I wrapped my lips and tongue around his half hard cock, delighting in theblending tastes of his cum and my own ass juices. I moaned loudly enoughfor the entire room to hear, thoroughly enjoying the fact that dozens ofmen watching me were probably jacking themselves off to the image of mymouth hungrily sucking on the big sausage that had just fucked me sobrutally hard.In only seconds, though, he began pissing in my mouth, flooding it quicklybeyond my capacity to swallow. As I muffled my loud groans in attempts tocapture it all, it soon started flowing around my mouth, and onto myneck. Jim pulled out and let his piss shoot strongly out over my chest andeven kayseri rus escort bayan onto my cock and balls. I could hear the audience’s cumulative moan asthe thick stream of yellow fluid washed the sweat off of my body, replacingit with a wet sheen and a salty smell that made me feel so wonderfully usedand 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 Cin my body, I was ready to be fisted. And he was ready to give me what Inow desperately needed.I watched him grab a large syringe that looked like it was something thatwould be used on an elephant. Instead, he stuck it in a small bucket andfilled 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 contentsinside 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 andwas turning my ass into an icy fire. It seemed like he shot a quart of thestuff in me, refilling it and plunging it into my ass twice before finallyputting 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 slavewith my fist. When I am inside him, I will own his body, his heart, and hissoul. He will depend on me for his very breath. Because I will own him. Iwill fist him beyond his ability to comprehend what is real and what isfantasy. I will become his God.”I was flying so high on the poppers and the C by now, I didn’t fullycomprehend what he had just said. I just knew I was ready and hungry forhis 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 meyour ass and your soul, pussy boy?””Oh yeahhhhhh, yes sir!” I shouted. “Yeah this is your ass, this is yourbody, this is your soul, SIR!”He gave me virtually no warning as his hand thrust itself into my gapingopen hole, pushing itself to the peak of his knuckles almost immediately.I gasped in combined pleasure and pain and tried to thrust my asshole intohis fist for even more.”Fucking CUNT!” he yelled as he roughly plunged his fist at my hole, tryingto gain entrance without much, if any, preliminaries. Hell, we both knewthat the rough fucking he’d just given me had been all the foreplay I’dneed.”FUCKING FIST!” I yelled as his hand plunged all the way to the wrist inone brutal stroke.”AAHHHHHHH!” I screamed as he twisted his hand from side to side insideme. He wasn’t remotely gentle. He acted like he wanted to hurt me thistime. His face showed a determined meanness that cared about nothing otherthan pleasuring his own brutal instincts and showing off for the captivatedaudience.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 wristand now towards his muscled forearm.I groaned loudly and must have tightened up. Seconds later he stuck thebottle of poppers under my nose once again. I took several deep snorts andclosed my eyes as he rammed his arm a few more inches deep inside me.It was once again indescribably pleasurable as his fingertips wiggledinside me, eliciting nerve functions that I’d had no clue about until theprevious weekend. Now I was feeling them again and going bonkers on thefact that not only was he deep fisting me, he was doing it in front of allthese men whose gasps and sighs and whispers told me they were thoroughlyenjoying 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 leatherharness, 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 hisnose. Got it?” Jim demanded.”You bet, dude,” the guy responded huskily, eagerly planting his huge dickat my mouth. I needed no coaxing as I opened my lips and let him stick itall the way to my throat.”Feed him some poppers, dude,” Jim directed. “I’m gonna bust his ass withmy whole fucking arm.”The bottle appeared at my nostrils and I inhaled deeply as the leather guyfucked his cock down my eager throat. As the rush hit me, Jim pushed hisarm even deeper. Reason told me that it was too much too fast, but thecombination of poppers, C, and his thick arm up my ass made me surrender tothe sensations. I moaned uncontrollably as he worked his way up to what hadto 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 tomomentarily beg albeit incoherently — to put it back. It was hard to talkwith such a thick dick fucking my throat.But I needn’t have worried. He pulled back only to push forward. And thefucking of my life was suddenly on.”Take this, you faggot!” he yelled as he fucked virtually his whole armback inside me. I groaned around the dick in my mouth, unable to beg him todo the same thing again.I didn’t need to worry. Jim pulled back again until his fist was almostcompletely out of my ass and then pushed forward again, brutally plunginghis 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 guywho was fucking my mouth shot a hot thick load initially in my mouth andthen all over my face. All the time, he just kept holding the bottle ofpoppers under my nose as I happily inhaled and shouted encouragements toJim 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 butbegging 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 andlabbing 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 meto cry out again in wanton desire for more.Jim planted the poppers at my nose and I took a few deep hits. That was allit 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 fistinghis 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 themselvesalongside those of the hot guy from the audience whose cum still tastedgreat in my mouth. He’d kept the bottle of poppers open and held them withhis free hand once again at my nose. I sniffed in and then readied myselffor the ecstasy I knew would follow.He didn’t disappoint. As soon as he saw me going into that netherworld ofpopper pleasure, he thrust his whole hand back inside me.I screamed in combined pain and pleasure but didn’t think for even amillisecond about yelling “stop.”Suddenly I was being fisted my two powerful studs at the same time. Lightsflashed all around me and I realized it was the flashes from dozens ofcameras held in the audience. So much for my future as a politician, Ijoked to myself. But hell, at this moment, I didn’t give a shit. I wasbeing royally fucked by two gigantic fists up my ass and I had never feltbetter 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 twoarms 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. “Infact, 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 twobegins in 15 minutes.”The lights went down and Jim released me from the sling harness. My legsand arms were shaky and weak at first but after moving them around alittle, I was fine. More to the point, I was still incredibly horny forsomething 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 fingeronce again, loaded with even more of the white powder than the previoustime. I took it in eagerly, impatient for whatever the next level ofdecadence it would take me to.His wet finger then went to my asslips, fingering then, inserting first twothen four digits back inside me. I shuddered in heat, wishing he’d plungethe whole fist back inside me.He then held out a small square of paper in his other hand and looked atme.”This is your decision, dude. You know how wild it made you feel before. Ifyou want to really fucking get into this, you can take it and I’ll makesure nothing really bad happens to you.””Damn!” I exclaimed. “You think they might wanna gang fuck me, sir? As muchas 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 youthis: no dude will dick fuck you without a condom, okay? I’m safe, butprobably half of these guys are not. I’m not gonna let some disease takeaway the best bottom boy I’ve ever had. Okay?””Thank you sir,” I replied. I leaned over and licked his hairynipple. “Thank you very much, Jim.”I took the paper square from his hand and let it slowly dissolve in mymouth. I secretly hoped it would take me to places yet undiscovered. And Iwas 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 awedsilence. I could tell from their overheard comments that tonight’s “show”was head and shoulders above the usual fare offered and it made me feelreally hot and desirable. I could also tell from their whispers they wereturned on to the contrast between my butch exterior and my bottom piginterior.”How can some guy who looks like that be a fucking fist slave?” I heard oneguy ask his buddy.”That’s what makes him so fucking hot, dude,” his friend replied. “A reallybutch guy giving it up is a fucking turn on. And if I get the chance, I’mgonna 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 perfectslave position. Their words turned me on so much I wanted to shout at thetop 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 wherepain transcends ecstasy.”Gentlemen,” Jim began. “You’ve seen how much my slave boy craves a fist uphis ass. You even saw how much he digs having two fists up his ass. Butwhat you haven’t seen is how much he’d love to have all your fists fuckinghim. 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 abouthim. So don’t go away, fellow members. You’re gonna get your chance verysoon to enjoy what is mine. And I am willing to share with you only becauseI believe in sharing what I own.””And, gentlemen, I own this pig.”I shuddered uncontrollably at his words. It scared me, yet it excitedme. Had I made a pack with the devil? Or just the best top man this side ofGus.Gus . Shit! There I went again. Why couldn’t I get him out of my head? ButI didn’t have time to think about it more because Jim was suddenly orderingme back to the hanging cuffs, only this time the opposite way with my facefacing the floor.He strapped me in and signaled the controller to lift me up. My arms wentfirst and then my legs were lifted under me. Once again, he connected thewide leather belt under my stomach to support my weight. The extra hit ofcrystal was kicking in now, making my ass overwhelmingly hungry for morefucking. I even hoped he’d whip me some more so that my body could trulyfeel alive with the intensity of his abuse.I noticed I was now just inches off the floor, my legs spreadeagled wideapart, but my arms close together near my head so that I could presumablyhold a bottle of poppers myself.”Gentleman, I will prepare my slave for your onslaught,” Jim announced, “byreadying 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 asmuch as I needed to. I heard a sc**** of something being dragged across thefloor and glimpsed a low-rise chair being placed behind me. It looked likea short-legged beach chair, only it was padded with black leather and wastilted back so that whoever sat it in would, by necessity, have his legsthrust into the air.I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait.I heard him sink into the chair and literally shuddered in impatientexpectation as the sound of the lube bucket sc****d across the floor.About a minute later, I felt something slimy pushing against my ass and Iknew it was his toes. I took a deep hit of poppers and relaxed my hole asmuch as possible.Just as I thought he was about to push it in, I felt a slash of heat acrossmy back. And then another. I looked around and saw the doorman from beforeholding a long leather belt. I tried to remember his name as he lashedanother assault across my shoulders. Butch. That was it. Butch. Iremembered how big his arms were, how much I’d enjoy having them thrust upmy ass. Butch.But by now, Jim’s foot was slowly inching its way inside my ass. He wasbeing careful and gentle, knowing that one wrong turn could ruin me for therest of the night.”Take some poppers, boy,” he ordered. I complied immediately, inhalingseveral times on the open fumes.The belt lashed against me again, causing me to cry out in sweet burningagony. Jim’s foot pushed assertively all the way to his heel, making me cryout yet again.”Oh, SIR!” I cried. “PLEASE FUCK ME!”He pulled out and then pushed forward again, fucking me with the intensitythat I craved. I took more hits of the poppers and gave myself completelyto the overwhelming intensity of being foot fucked and whip lashed at thesame 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 infor a wild ride.Camera flashes went off all around us, capturing the intensity of twomuscle top studs abusing me, one with his foot and the other with hisbelt. I could see the sweat dripping off of Butch’s chest as the muscles ofhis huge arms pumped up even more with each slash. His jock strap was goneand his big thick cock was hard and angry.Jim’s foot seemed to reach a point of maximum depth as he now just keptthrusting 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 thepresence of something else against my stuffed butthole. His fist? Someoneelse’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. Irelaxed my ass muscles to allow a fucking freight train to enter and — lowand behold — in came his second foot.It took several minutes to get it completely in, but finally it happened. Amuscle twitched, a sliver of lube shifted the right way, and suddenly I wasbeing fucked by two big feet at the same time.”UHHHHHH AHHHHHHH UMPHHHHHHH!” I yelled. I was incoherent. I was spazzingout 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 theheavens. It was Butch and he obviously wanted to get off. I was happy tooblige as he fucked his thick sausage all the way into my throat, only topull back and fuck in again.Shit, at this point, a blow job was easy. Besides, as I looked up into hisface, I saw the halo of an angel surrounding his body. It was golden andshimmering and soared all around him in an exquisitely wonderful glow. Hewas heavenly and I too was in heaven, helped, of course, by the onslaughtof the acid I’d taken. Amazingly, I was still coherent enough to feel likeI was recording every image by the second, much like my own internal videocamera.He’d choked up on the belt so that it was now fairly short. And as I lethim fuck my mouth, I reveled in the fact that he was brutally lashing itsbroad leather under me against my pecs and my stomach, occasionallyflecking against my crystal-softened dick, which was nonetheless close toyet another orgasm.Within rus kayseri escort seconds, minutes, even hours who could know I tasted his cumshooting 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 myass make me scream in yet another mental orgasm at the same time I heardJim 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 frommy gaping and still hungry asshole.Butch signaled someone and suddenly I was being raised higher off theground. I still held the poppers in my hand and, at this point, would havefought the devil to hang onto them.No time to think about it, though, as Butch, the incredibly built muscleguy who doubled as the club’s doorman, presented his incredibly buff bodybetween my legs.”You fucking cunt,” he snarled, “You don’t deserve to get fucked by a manlike me.”I turned my head and met his eye, making it clear that he could do anyfucking thing he wanted to do.”I wanna hear you beg for it, pig boy. I wanna hear you tell me what youwant.””Your fist, sir!” I yelled. “Both your big muscle fists, sir!” Isaid. “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 handand 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 thebiggest arm yet that had attempted to invade my insides. Butch’s musculararm was massive and it just kept getting bigger. I was instantly bothafraid and incredibly hot to feel him abusing my hole.He slid it in fairly easily but I quickly realized that it just keptgetting thicker.”How you liking this, pussy boy,” he snarled.”Thank you, sir!” I answered. “It feels so fucking good, sir. Please fillme up!”By answer, he merely thrust his arm even deeper, working toward his treetrunk forearm, working it back and forth further and further until we wereboth moaning and groaning.”Love having my fucking arm up your hot ass, man” Butch groaned. “Lovehaving you fuckin giving it up to me .. hot muscle stud like you who wouldhave 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 theacid 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. Iopened my eyes and saw Jim, with a wild look in his eye, intent oninflicting even more hurt on my flesh.I saw Jim and Butch exchange a turned on look at each other and watched asButch took his other hand and dipped it into the lube bowl. He told me totake another hit on the poppers and I quickly complied.The rush made me oblivious to the increased pressure at my ass and withoutbeing fully aware of what was happening, he slipped his second huge handinside me.Suddenly I was fully aware of feeling like my ass was being ripped beyondhope. 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 knowyou can take it. NOW TAKE IT!” he roared as he plunged the second hand intome without mercy.It was amazing how I could go from such pain to such pleasure in only amatter of seconds. No sooner did I think I was dying until I thought I wasdying of too much joy.Butch had both his massive hands inside me and he wasn’t being still. As amatter of fact, he was pile driving his arms in total unison, fucking me asone, 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 shoutedencouragements to both Butch and me.What happened next was a blur as someone else jumped on stage and I heardButch moaning in pleasure for him to suck his dick. And in only minutes, heyelled, 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 theirway out of my stuffed ass.At this point, the acid had fully kicked in, the crystal was at its maximumimpact, 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 ofcrystal to keep me going and that was all I needed to become the biggestfist slut of all time. Doing this in front of both all these strange men aswell 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 mywell fucked body.”YES SIR!” I shouted, a bit too loudly. “Please piss on me, sir. I needyour piss so badly, sir!”He winked at me and let it fly, flooding my sweating, stinking body with apowerful stream of his pale yellow fluid. I lifted my head in hopes ofcapturing as much as possible in my mouth. But he seemed to want to covermy whole body with his piss, only occasionally directing his stream into myopen and begging jaw.I lay there for a few minutes before I felt someone lifting me up. It wasJim 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 anotherroom.”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 mymouth told me that another hit of crystal was waiting and I opened up andimbibed without hesitation.I felt my hands being grabbed from both ends and I heard the clinks ofchains restraining me yet again.I heard the electric buzz of something starting up and looked to see abald, muscular man with tattoos all over his bare chest and arms holding abarber’s best friend. He grabbed my head in his hands and began swabbing itback and forth in long even rows. I could feel my medium length hairfalling over my shoulders and shuddered at the sensation of the clippersroughly scr****g my scalp. In only minutes, I was buzzed like a Marine,seeing myself in the wall mirror and immediately loving the look. I knewthat no matter how high I was at the moment, I’d leave it this way forgood.Moments later the cool swab of an alcohol pad was swiped across my rightbutt cheek and then I heard a different buzz from something I’d neverbefore heard. The bottle of poppers appeared yet again at my nose and Iinhaled deeply, preparing myself for whatever was about to occur.I felt the scr****g of an ink marker on my ass and I moaned in welcomedpleasure at the image of him again marking me the way he had the previousweekend.Suddenly it felt like a needle was being repeatedly poked into my asscheckand 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 Ican fucking do whatever I want with it. You got that, asswipe?”The pricking was starting to feel okay in my d**gged, 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 inme. Give me some more, sir.”It took the tattoo artist another half hour to finish my ass. And Jim keptfeeding 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 tofight it. At that moment, I wanted to be marked as a fucking pig slave forthe rest of my life.I winced as the needle began its work on my right arm. Jim was alwaysnearby with the poppers under my nose, keeping me high and horny as theneedle bore into my skin.Finally, it was over and Jim led me to the mirror where he told me to getready for a huge surprise.I looked at my right arm and saw a muscle man who looked amazingly like mein full leather gear, with a leather band on his/my right arm and a redhanky 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 shirtin a gay bar. I wanted my tattoo exposed as a clear signal of what I wantedand 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 infull color was an incredibly muscular fist and arm flexing its bicep. Onthe bicep was a tattoo of another fist, arm, and bicep. It was Jim’s armand his tattoo was now permanently duplicated on my ass. Shit! And directlybelow the arm, in letters that would be visible in any locker room, werethe words, “Slave to Fist.”I was instantly frightened yet turned on. I’d given permission to thesetattoos, but I was high as a kite and not rational. I decided not to thinkabout it for now, realizing that what was done was done.But I couldn’t take my eyes off of my hot new look. Buzzed andtattooed. Suddenly I wanted to be pierced also, but I didn’t sayanything. Maybe next time.Jim wrapped his arm around me and told me it was time to rest. He handed mea pill and told me to swallow. We ended up in a private room with the doorleft wide open. Jim laid down on his back on the bed, his arm raisedstraight 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 arminside me once again.I grabbed a glob of Crisco from the open can on the night stand and lubedhis hand and arm generously. I then crawled on top of him and positioned myass just above his outreached hand. I took a long, deep hit of poppers andbegan lowering my ass.He was ready. I was ready. In only seconds, I’d managed to sit down on topof his entire hand, past the wrist, all the way to the middle part of histhick 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 squirmeddown his arm toward his elbow. I raised up and plunged myself down hard onit without hesitation. I wanted a rough fuck and this would probably be thelast one of the night.”Yeahhhhhhhh!” he moaned, thrusting his arm deeper inside me. “You likeyour 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, jackingtheir cocks. That turned me on even more as I pressed further down, nowpast his elbow and on his pumped bicep.We kept at it until one or both of us collapsed. The last thought Iremember was him moaning that I was squeezing his shoulder before I passedout.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 deeplyinside me. As sore as I should have been, I felt only pleasure at thispoint, 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 semendeep inside my very loose and sloppy ass.After he got up, I lay there for a few minutes, suddenly remembering allthe ways I’d been fucked and fisted the night before. My dick got hard justthinking about it. Moreover, as I fantasized there in the rented bed, Icouldn’t help but imagine it was Gus’ dick, Gus’ fist, Gus’ whole goddamnedarm plunging deeply inside my insatiable hole.An hour later, I was driving home, still a little high, but mostly juststill turned on and hot. The day was gonna be another scorcher and I’ddecided not to bother with putting my clothes back on. Yes, it was a riskin case I got pulled over, but I was still turned on, loving the freshbreeze on my bare chest and exposed pubes, breathing deeply from the stinkcoming 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 neededrest. But amazingly, my dick was again getting hard. I was also carryingseveral packets of crystal, which Jim had sold me at his cost. I didn’tknow when or where I’d use them, but I knew that somehow, I’d manage tohave some fun.I pulled into my driveway and blinked incredulously at the sight of afamiliar truck.Gus.Not quite knowing what to expect, and still a little high from the crystaland the acid, I carefully got out of my Jeep Grand Cherokee and walked tothe entrance at the back. There, on the deck, was Gus sleeping on one ofthe chaise lounges. He was stark naked and his hairy Greek body made meswoon in desire.No k**ding. 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 apool.I went to my knees and started licking the sweat from his chest and workedmy way to his belly. He tasted delicious. But what I wanted most was thehuge piece of sausage hanging limply between his legs.I captured the uncut head in my mouth and began sucking the cheese from itsunwashed 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 wasgetting 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 aboutas 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 andstraight 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 reallythought she must hate men or at least me. So we started talking. Likereally talking for the first time in years. And sure enough, she reallythinks she’d rather be with a woman. And so then I told her about you. Andus. And she seemed kinda relieved about it. Seems like we’d both be happierwith our own kind.””Wow,” I said. “That’s incredible, buddy.””Yeah,” he replied, looking deep in my eyes. “It’s also my chance to tellyou that I don’t know shit about all this gay crap, but I do know that Ireally like you…a lot and that I really like what we do together. I canbe as rough as I want with you and you just beg for more. Do you know howmuch 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 whatI 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’llgive you what you need.”Hours later, I awoke, having been fucked and fisted to the point where myass might never recover. But lying beside me, naked and hairy, his sweatfilling my nostrils with its wonderfully rank smell, I knew that I’d foundmy future.I located one of the plastic baggies and took a decent hit of thecrystal. I was horny and I wanted just to recapture some of the amazingsensations I’d had the night before.I then found the can of Crisco and rubbed a generous dab around his righthand and arm. Even though he was more asleep than awake, he cooperated inclenching it into a fist and holding it firm against my ass as I pushed itinside.Now coming to life, he knew what I wanted but still pulled out. I brieflyprotested 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 backinside 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. Andto the point of neither of us caring how hard his powerful plungeswere. Even with all the previous fistings I’d had, this was definitely themost intense. And I was further turned on by the fact that it was comingfrom 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 werewhat I needed more than anything. My asshole was open wider than it hadever been. And the top stud of my dreams was punching it with all of hismuscular might.Despite the countless men who’d had their fists and their cocks inside mehours earlier, I was still not stated.But now, I needed not just a fist, but THE fist and the man connected toit. 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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