Coming of Fist

A Coming of Fist - A True Story by Blake

RedFlag@worldnet.att.net Chapter 4

I found him by following the trail of his leather harness out my now-open front door. It was probably 2 or 3 in the morning at this point and a full moon made the night look almost as light as dusk. The temperature hadn't dropped much at all and the heavy still air made it feel like I'd walked into a steam room -- just the way I love it.

I was admittedly a little apprehensive about waltzing out my front door totally naked, but I was still very high and amazingly horny and ever more intrigued by this big topman who had taken me to the highest, wildest heights I'd ever experienced.

At least so far, that is.

And at this point I was shamelessly seeking him out for more.

I walked down the driveway and found him sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck. He was now fully naked, his trunk-like thighs spread wide open in gaping invitation, in full view of anybody who would happen to pass by on the rural country road.

I wasn't too worried about that at this time of night since it was rare to ever hear a vehicle go by after midnight. Besides me, the only people who lived here were farmers who went to bed early and were up with the roosters.

He'd stretched a blanket out over the truck bed and had brought the four essentials: crisco, paper towels, the black bag, and the bag of crystal. In the bright moonlight, the sweat glistened on his hairy pecs and I could smell his rank and raunchy pits even from the driveway.

"It's time to see how much of a pig you really are, boy." he said.

"Sir? What do you mean?" I replied, my heart beating a little faster at whatever extreme thing he was going to make me do.

"Get down on your knees, boy, and suck my cock while I'm talking to you."

I dove down on his thick prick in record time.

"Now I've got you totally exposed to anybody who happens to drive by. They'll see exactly what kind of cocksucker their big, butch-acting neighbor really is, boy. And in just a few minutes, they're gonna see my big hairy fist fucking inside your heaving pig ass and they'll be shocked. Hell, they'll probably call the county cops and put us both in jail. What'd you think, boy? You hungry enough for my big fist to take that kind of chance?"

He was so incredibly verbal ... his verbal abuse turning me on big time. As I hungrily sucked on his long, still-limp dick, I shuddered in delight.

But he needed an answer and I weighed my options: Get brutally fist fucked in the great outdoors and take the chances of being caught and arrested ... or tell this hairy hunk to go home.

It wasn't even close. Besides, who ever drives this road this late at night?

My answer was prompt, sure, and clearly turned on as I lifted my lips off of his hardening dick.

"Fuckin' A, sir! ... Fuckin' fist me whatever way that pleases you." I was beyond hot at this point and the thoughts of getting brutally fisted in my front driveway ... in the back of his hot fucking pickup truck ... well "please give it to me here and now, SIR!"

"Yeah, boy, I can do that for you" he grinned. He stuck my finger in his mouth and opened the bag of crystal.

"Take a good hit, baby. I'm gonna fuck you here till dawn."

I took an especially big hit, figuring that if I'm gonna put on a show, it might as well be all the way. Jim did the same so I knew we were in for a mutually out-of-control time.

"Sir .... can I ask a favor?" I said, feeling some kinky bold courage all of the sudden.

"Sure, boy .. you've earned at least one favor so far tonight."

"Would you treat me like a real slave, sir? Just abuse me as much as you want and sort of treat me like scum?"

"Are you sure about this, boy? Be sure you know what you're asking, cause if you give the word, I'll show no mercy."

I thought about what he said for about 5 seconds and gulped.

"Yes sir.... Do whatever you want to me ... the rougher the better." Me and the crystal had truly given myself up to this hot fist master.

"You got it, asswipe," he snarled. "Just one word for you to remember, though: 'Stop.' You use that word and it's over. No matter what's going down, you say the word 'stop' and the scene is over. Understood?"

I gulped again. He was giving me an out if I needed it. That made any lingering apprehensions (as though there were any) completely disappear. As high as we both were, he was considering my safety and I appreciated it. I was suddenly charged with an huge surge of energy focused on three things: pleasing my stud master, getting his fist back inside me, and having his welcomed brutality rain down on my body.

"Understood, sir. Please show no mercy, sir. I need this, sir. I think I've waited my whole life for this moment, sir." I truly felt that the next few hours would become a life changing experience.

"Damn, you're fucking unbelievable," he said, genuine amazement even admiration showing in his voice. "I know I've been waiting my whole life for a big butch slave like you who has no fucking limits. Goddamn, I'm having fun with you!"

"Do it, sir!" I begged. "Please fucking DO IT NOW!" The latest hit of C was kicking in already and I was well primed for anything he wanted to inflict on me. Hell, I was wondering what was taking him so long!

Jim went to the front of his truck and opened the door. I heard him searching behind the seat and then the clanging of metal as he walked around to the back of the truck bed and jumped in again.

"Hold out your fuckin' hands, slave," he snarled.

I complied and he snapped a different pair of handcuffs around each of my wrists.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl forward," he ordered.

I crawled toward the open window of the Ford Ranger's cab and waited for the next instruction. My body was already tingling with expectation. My ass was on fire with hunger for the return of his fist.

"That's far enough, slave. Stop right there," he ordered as I was about halfway up the truck bed.

He grabbed the handcuffs holding my left wrist and attached it to a chain connected to a slot in the side of the truck bed. I watched him insert a key in the other side and then immediately re-lock it on a chain located on the opposite side of the truck. I was suddenly trapped in the back of his pickup, unable to now leave unless he chose to free me. Despite all the crystal in my system, my cock jerked towards another erection as I started to get into this hot, exposed scene. No matter who drove by or looked out, my ass was trapped there without shame, exposed wide open to whoever wanted to look.

"Don't move a fucking muscle, slave, until I get back."

He went back to the front of the truck and through the open cab window I could see him searching in the glove compartment for something. Finally he returned and he grabbed the short hair of my head and roughly pulled it up and back.

"Open your mouth, asshole," he ordered.

I complied and his index finger went inside with a small square of paper attached to it.

"Chew this up and swallow it," he demanded.

Again, I followed his order and swallowed the unknown element he'd placed in my mouth.

"You just took a big fucking hit of acid, slave," his hot breath super close to my ear. "This is going to make you fly even higher. You're gonna see things you've never seen before, feel things you've never felt before, and most important you're gonna beg me to fuck you so hard your pig ass will never be the same. You like that, slave boy?"

"Oh God ... yes sir" I moaned. I was already ready for anything he wanted to do to me and the anticipation of yet another mind altering experience made me feel even less in control and eager for his abuse.

I felt him applying generous globs of Crisco at my ass and shamelessly squirmed my open hole back on his probing fingers. At this point I was beyond having inhibitions or guilt and I eagerly let him know that I just needed to be fucked hard by his plunging fist.

The brown bottle of poppers appeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply several times before the cap was screwed back on but not before I heard him take a few hits himself.

Finally, without preamble, his fist plunged roughly to the hilt inside me in one overwhelmingly merciless punch. I screamed in pain and pleasure with the rough assault but immediately felt a deep hunger that wanted more. I backed up against him, trying to capture more of his wrist inside me like a whore in complete and utterly depraved heat.

"Oh .. fuck me, sir!" I yelled, not caring what distant neighbor might hear. "FUCK ME HARD, MASTER!" I screamed.

"Yeah, slaveboy ... I'm giving you what you need!" he growled as he pistoned his entire forearm in and out of my heaving backside.

He punch fucked me brutally, paying no heeds to my shouts and screams. I didn't care either at this point. In fact, I needed this, wanted this, brazenly begged him to give it to me even harder.

My ass was separated from my logic to the point that I still wasn't getting enough. All those dildo fucks I'd given myself had made my ass tough and able to take anything he could dish out. I was now bucking back as hard as I could given the chains locking me to the truck.

"Please sir harder MORE, please," I pleaded.

"You are one fucking sick pig," he moaned, clearly turned on himself as he moved the speed and force of his plunges to the next notch of intensity.

Suddenly I felt something else at my asshole. It was his other hand and I immediately welcomed its intrusion.

"Let's see if you can take two hands, fucker," he growled as he roughly plunged at least 3 fingers in my ass next to his wrist.

"Oh yeah, sir ... I can take it, sir!" I was out of control, aided by the crystal and the beginnings of the acid trip he'd forced on me.

I could tell he was being careful as he gradually worked the other hand inside me. This made me even more eager to take it, since I truly felt he would not lose control even as I inevitably seemed to be doing. The second hand was briefly withdrawn and the bottle of poppers reappeared at my nostrils. I inhaled deeply.

Moments later, a flash of hot pain was suddenly replaced by an enormous rush of pleasure as I felt his second hand push into my extended ass alongside the original. I was on the verge of losing all control with the rush of sensations he was suddenly inflicting on me.

"OHHHH .... FUUUCCCCK MEEEEE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was beyond caring about anything whatsoever at this point beyond the need to have both of his big fists plunging inside me.

"Yeah... take it pussy," he growled. "Take both of my fucking fists up your sweet hairy asshole!"

Suddenly we both heard the churn of an approaching engine. From the sounds of it, it was very close. And before either of us could do anything, a pickup truck passed by, its headlights briefly flooding us with light, exposing the scene of his double-fucking my stretched ass.

The truck passed and we both breathed a momentary sigh of relief that it wasn't a patrolling sheriff's deputy. Perhaps he didn't see us; hopefully he was focusing on the road ahead, oblivious to the two dark figures fist fucking in the black pickup truck in my driveway.

My mind went back to the double fisting I was getting and I stepped it up a notch.

"More, sir! Please fuck me harder with your fists!"

He responded like the pro he clearly was, picking up the speed and depth of his plunges yet another notch, occasionally leaning over to brutally clamp down his teeth into the back of my neck like a beast possessed with marking me as his territory.

We were both totally consumed with the rage and the lust of the scene. So much that we were suddenly flooded with the light of headlights pulling into the driveway behind his parked truck. I looked behind me and saw that it was the same truck that had passed by just minutes before. I knew that we were either in trouble or perhaps about to take this scene to another level.

Jim kept his cool. He also kept both his fists inside me.

"Howdy," said the deep masculine voice as it exited the truck.

"Howdy yourself," said my master.

He was tall and beefy and was holding a can of beer in his hand. Either this was some big built redneck about to try and kick our fag asses ... or he liked what he was seeing and came back for a closer look.

We'd soon find out one way or another.

"Looks like you two boys are having a little fun," said the first voice.

"Yeah ... you got a problem with that?" Jim replied in a deep voice, somewhat threateningly.

"Fuck no," the new man said. "Never seen two guys doing that before. Looks pretty fuckin' hot to me. I might even be interested in having me some of that. Is he a cocksucker?"

Jim's voice turned from stern to warm.

"Fuck, yes, buddy -- the best. He's just a slave and he likes being used by his master. Hell, the more shit you do to him, the more he likes it."

I liked being talked about this way, as though I was just an object to be used and shared with a complete stranger. It make me push back even further into his hands, sending them a notch deeper inside my hungry ass.

"See? Fucking pig can't get enough. Why don't you strip down and get you some of this."

"Yeah ...looks fuckin' hot and I'm fuckin' horny. Had a big fight with my wife and she kicked me out. It's been a long time since I fooled around with a guy, but tonight I'm so fucking fed up with cunts, a good cocksucker is exactly what I need. I'm so fucking pissed, I need to use and abuse something real bad."

"Then go for it, buddy," Jim grinned. "Just get your ass up here. You can fuck this boy pussy as much as you want and he'll just beg you for more."

The guy acted like he'd been drinking just enough to make him pretty mean. He clamped his hands inside his sweat stained and tattered tee shirt and ripped it off in one angry stroke. Damn! This guy was serious. He sat down on the tailgate and pulled off his cowboy boots and then yanked his tight jeans down off his ankles and onto the concrete. As he turned around to face us, the underwear slid off his hips to reveal an already hard sausage, enormously huge to my eyes, and the object of much desire to a mouth that now desperately wanted to be sucking cock while my master double fisted me.

The farm hardened muscle stud jumped into the truck bed and made his way to the end where he came around and roughly slapped his hard cock against my cheek. I eagerly sought it out and then clamped down on it with my mouth, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the stud. I looked up at him in the moonlight and saw a stone hard chest and flat belly covered with dark hairy ringlets. He looked like an Italian or a Greek just my type and his 2-3-day beard stubble was just as hot as the rank smell of unwashed prick that was overpowering my nostrils at the moment.

Jim intensified his double fist fucking of my ass, seeming to get off on the image of this dark and swarthy stud now aggressively fucking my mouth with his thick, long ramrod.

"Take my dick, faggot," the farmer growled. "Suck my cock good, boy," as he pumped his rigid dick in and out of my hungry mouth.

"Slap him around a little, dude," Jim ordered. "He likes it rough. Make him know he's getting fucked by two masters now!"

The farmer took the back of his hand and knocked my left jaw into the next county and proceeded to do the same to the right side. He was quickly getting close to an orgasm and began slapping my head hard as he plunged in and out of my throat.

"Suck it, queer!" he ordered. "Take this big cock down your faggot throat!"

I was loving being called such vile names almost as much as the feeling of sucking a straight man's big cock as my master/daddy was fist fucking me with both his hands. This was about as hot as I could have ever imagined and I was in overdrive with the sensations I was getting all over my body.

The acid was kicking in as well, making me see all kinds of lights and halos dancing around the cock fucking my mouth. They all seemed to be shooting directly from the full moon, as though it were raining down droplets of pleasure all over me. Pain was long forgotten, replaced by an unbearable need to be fucked, abused, and humiliated even more.

The farmer grabbed my head in a vise grip and fucked his dick deep into my throat. He was getting close to cumming and I wanted desperately to eat his thick load.

"TAKE IT, BOY! I'M CUMMMMMINGGG!" he yelled loudly enough to wake the neighborhood.

I felt the first spurt of his cum splashing against my tonsils and I immediately pulled back to get the rest of his load on my tongue and taste buds. He must have not cum for at least a month as spurt after heavy spurt kept splashing against the roof of my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could but he kept flooding me with his hot, salty and prolific semen.

Finally, his orgasm slowed down and I continued to just suck on his softening dick, trying to extract the last remaining ooze of his thick load into my mouth. All the time, Jim kept fucking me ever deeper and deeper with his two fists, roughly ramming them in and out without any apparent concern for my pain.. In fact, I think he was convinced correctly so that I needed his powerful fuck as much as I needed to drink the cum of the huge dick that was pouring its load into my mouth.

I was still handcuffed to the truck's bed and, accordingly, had to stay on my hands and knees as the farmer pulled his still half hard dick out of my mouth and Jim reluctantly pulled his fists from my ass.

"You liked fucking my slave boy's pussy mouth?" my master asked.

"Shit, yeah. He knows what he'd doing, man."

"You ever fisted a man's ass?"

"Nope, but watching you do it made me pretty fucking hot, dude. I'd sure as hell like to try that sometime."

"Well there's no time like the present. But first, why don't you and I rest a minute and you can take a hit of what we're doing."

Jim reached for the bag of crystal and stuck his wet finger into it. It emerged with a big glob of white power that went under the farmer's willing tongue.

"Damn ... tastes kind of bitter," he said. "But what the fuck."

Jim stuck his finger back inside the baggy and gave both him and myself smaller additional hits. I was beyond caring at this point. I was just so hot and hungry for his fists back up my ass that nothing mattered beyond my being filled to the hilt with his power and fury.

This was what I needed. This was the culmination of a lifetime of denial yet preparation. This was the submission and the utter depravity that I had craved but never acknowledged.

I had never felt better in my entire life. I suddenly knew what I was meant to be.

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

I closed my eyes and tried to get myself under control while the sounds of the two studs rustled behind me, popping fliptop cans. The dancing light from the sky was just too intense for me to handle at the moment.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up, my hands still cuffed to the sides of Jim's truck and could see the sky just beginning to show the signs of dawn. As high as I was, I still realized that the early morning farm traffic would soon be beginning on the road in front of us.

Jim and Gus (short for Gustavos I later learned he was indeed second generation Greek) were both sitting beside me drinking beers from Gus' cooler, but I could again feel Jim reading my mind.

SIR--could I have a beer, please?" I asked. I was dying of thirst.

"Sure you can slave after we recycle it for you." Jim laughed and punched Gus in the arm, giving him a wicked wink.

"And stop your complaining, dipshit. I promised you a wild fuck until dawn, boy, and I promised to make you my slave. And you got both, asshole -- even got you another fucking hot fucker here," he said, putting his hand on Gus' huge shoulder. "You not happy with how your master treats you?"

"Oh no, sir -- I mean --uh -- YES SIR!" I replied -- confused -- and then began babbling. "I'm SO happy, sir. I mean....this is just too awesome, sir. I mean I can't talk too good right now but just look at the light from the sky, sir! it's dancing all around your eyes and you're both just too fucking handsome for words, sirs!"

"He's really flying on some acid I made him take," Jim said to Gus, "but it's a happy trip. We probably got us at least another 3 or 4 hours to do whatever we want to him. And there's plenty more C for us too."

"Then let's fucking get to it," Gus grinned, groping his half-hard and uncut cock, the crystal now clearly kicking in on him as well..

Jim drained his beer and reached over and unlatched the cuffs from the hooks. He didn't even use a key. They'd never been locked all along! Shit ... I probably could have escaped at any point. This just made me trust him even more.

"Come on, slave boy. Let's go around back before somebody else drives by. We've got lots more shit to do to you."

He grabbed the essential black bag and helped my unsteady feet get down from the truck bed. We then walked around the outside of the house to the back deck. It was a large 60' x 40' platform I'd built with lots of places to lounge naked in the sun and at one end a hot tub that could seat a crowded 8. Plus and most important on this morning the yard was completely private, with only woods and an open field on all sides around us.

The sun was now peeking over the horizon and even in my state, I could already tell that it was gonna be another scorcher of a day. We were already sweating rivers down our chests and backs and I kept lustily breathing in the combined scents of three rank studs. I was in sensory heaven, not to mention higher than I'd ever been.

"Okay, slave, I want you to get on your hands and knees and don't move a fucking muscle. Can you do that?"

"YES SIR!," I over-answered in my eager state. I nonetheless got on all fours and waited the next instruction.

I heard him rustling through the black bag and a few seconds later heard both of them chuckling to each other as I felt a strange sensation on and just above my ass cheeks. It took me a while, but I finally figured out that it was a magic marker being pressed onto my ass and the sensation of it made me moan out loud in pleasure.

"You like that, slave? You like me using a fucking laundry marker on you?"

"Oh yes sir, it feels so fucking different, sir," I moaned.

"I'm marking you as my property, boy. You're gonna wear my brand on your ass for weeks cause this shit ain't gonna wash off. You wanna know what I'm puttin' on you, boy?"

"Yes sir, please tell me."

"Jim's fist fuck slave!" he laughed as he gazed at his temporary brand.

"Hey man, how about Gus' fist fuck slave too?" Gus chimed.

"Be my fucking guest," Jim grinned as he handed the marker over to the new guy.

I felt the marker taking broad bold strokes across my whole back as I heard Jim chuckle.

"Hey you're a fucking artist!" Jim grinned.

"Hold your arm still," Gus said to Jim. "I'm copying your fucking tattoo onto his back."

"Oh man that's gonna look so hot!" I moaned, loving this newest act that heretofore had never occurred to me in any of my domination fantasies.

"Shut up, slave and wait for your next order," Jim commanded.

I shivered in excitement at the rawness of his command. For a guy who'd always been in command, I had surrendered completely to the role of slave.

"There all done," Gus said.

"Damn!" Jim said. "It's my big fucking arm and fist doing a curl on his back."

"Yep," Gus answered. "Looks pretty fucking hot if I say so myself. Just let me put my Gus HanCock on it and it'll be done," he laughed at the play on words.

"Cool, dude. You ready for your beer, boy?" Jim asked me.

"Oh yeah sir thank you sir!"

"Then get on your back and lie down flat."

I did as ordered as he got down on all fours and started crawling toward me.

"You want this big stud dog to piss all over you, boy?" he literally growled.

"Yes sir please!" I moaned.

Jim Master got on top of me and cocked his left leg up, his long dick now dangling just a few inches over my open mouth.

"Okay, boy now drink this stinkin' dog piss!"

It started as a dribble and then increased in force as a hot stream of piss came right at my mouth. I raised up as high as I could to capture as much of it in my mouth as possible, but he sadistically kept moving just enough to keep me chasing his nearly clear stream of beer piss.

I was thirsty like a parched man lost on a desert and I desperately needed fluids in me. And his piss was the nectar I craved. I was still so fucked up on the combination of crystal and acid that the thought he was making me drink a dog's piss turned me on even more if such a thing were possible. I'd never even dreamed of having sex with a dog, but now I was filing it away in my demented mind. He finally lowered himself enough so that I could capture his dick in my mouth and drink directly from the faucet. He had a huge load of piss that thoroughly satisfied my thirst after he finally finished and shook off his droplets of piss over my open mouth.

My ass was heaving back and forth on its own, clearly signaling that it needed something anything plunged in it to the hilt and fast. It was beyond a need it was an urgent imperative at this point and I began to beg.

"Please fuck me, sir," I said looking directly into my master's eyes. "I'm ready for anything you can do to me, sir. Please, sir!"

"Look how this pig begs for my fist," Jim bragged to Gus. "Just a few hours ago I give him his very first fistfuck and now the little fag can't get enough of it. So what about it, buddy? You ready to fist your first pussyboy?"

"Fuck yeah!" Gus groaned. He was clearly flying on the crystal and was looking at me the way a wolf looks at a virgin lamb.

Jim pulled from his bag both a fresh can of Crisco and a fresh bottle of poppers. He handed the can to Gus and the bottle to me, and told Gus to open it up and start lubing his hand.

"Get it really slicked up, dude all the way to the elbow. This boy's a real pig once you get your fist up inside him and his hungry ass will eat you alive if you're not careful."

"Get up on your hands and knees, faggot," Gus growled at me. "I wanna have a clear shot at what I'm about to fuck."

I quickly turned over and shamelessly exposed my now insatiable asshole directly toward this stud farmer, not being able to help thrusting it back toward him.

"Shit, he really wants this, doesn't he," Gus said to Jim.

"I told you he's one hot bitch," Jim grinned.

"Shit look at my dick gettin' hard again," Gus sort of moaned. "I'm getting turned on again just looking at his ass waving back and forth at me. Never thought a guy's ass could look so hot."

"Then it's time to fist it, man," Jim said. "Just put it in kind of slow and easy and he'll let you know what to do from then on."

Gus planted his huge paw at my asslips and starting pressing it forward. I backed up on it aggressively, really needing another thorough fisting, and it popped in a little too easily.

I don't know who moaned more loudly, me or him, but it felt real fine at this moment and I wanted more as I backed up on it half way to his thick and hairy forearm.

"Fuck me, sir!" Please give it to me!" I shouted.

Gus plunged his arm even farther in me and then slowly pulled out nearly all the way. He then pushed it back in, more confident now, all the way back to his forearm. He repeated the piston motion again, picking up speed and intensity this time. I groaned loudly in pleasure and knew I was going to get what I now desperately needed.

"Here, dude, give him some of this," Jim said as he handed the leather riding crop to Gus' free hand."

Gus slapped it gently across my back.

"Hey you can do better than that, man," Jim said. "Give it to him hard he likes it that way. Hell, buddy pretend it's your fucking wife."

I could tell an immediate change taking over Gus. His fist suddenly got a lot harder and faster and before I could catch my breath, a barrage of lashes suddenly were flailed across my back. I couldn't help screaming a little not in fear but in the fact that he was taking me back to the intensity Jim and I had experienced earlier. I was loving it.

The poppers reappeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply and often. I heard Jim telling Gus to take some and the action stopped for a moment while he did. Finally, Jim took a hit and planted his ass squarely in front of my face, ordering me to rim him while Gus fucked me.

The poppers turned Gus into a brutal maniac, suddenly pummeling me as hard as he could with his fist and the whip. We were both screaming and shouting at the top of our lungs and he was now out of control.

I was really hurting but I was into the intensity of his abuse. Jim had not beat me this hard or fucked me as recklessly as Gus' fist was now doing. I could feel him slamming his fist all the way to the elbow and then pounding it relentlessly deep inside me. All the while, I kept my screaming mouth planted against Jim's asshole, my tongue fucking his hole as deeply as I could get.

And then without warning, Jim's ass was gone from my tongue and I felt the action from Gus come to an abrupt halt.

"Easy, boy easy" Jim was saying to Gus and as I turned and looked around, I could see Jim behind Gus, holding him in a bear hug, strongly preventing him from inflicting more punishment on me. I was suddenly just a little frightened, realizing through the haze of the crystal and acid that I was really hurting and that Jim was coming to my rescue.

"We just want to abuse him, buddy, not really hurt him," Jim said softly in Gus' ear.

"How you doing, Blake buddy?" Jim asked me, dropping the master role.

I wiggled my ass a little around Gus' arm still deep inside me and felt a slight twitch of pain that quickly turned back to pleasure.

"I think I'm okay," I said. "A little sore, but not in a bad way."

"I don't see any blood anywhere," Jim replied, "so that's a good sign."

"How about you, Gus? How you doin'?"

It was as though someone had punched him awake and he blinked widely.

"Oh, shit what did I do?" he said, a certain amount of panic in his voice. "I zoned out, man all I could think about was making that bitch pay for everything she's put me through. Hey buddy are you okay? I'm so sorry, dude...I don't know what to say."

"How about just fisting me real long and slow, Gus?" I replied. "Let's just take it easy for a while and we'll see just where it takes us. That okay, sir?"

Gus flashed a relieved smile and looked down at his crotch.

"Look at how hard I still am, dude," he said to Jim as Jim now released him from the bear hug.

"Why don't you put it inside him and give him a nice slow ride while you jack yourself off inside him?"

"You're kidding, man? You mean I could actually do that?"

"DO IT, SIR!" I nearly shouted. I was getting really turned on again and the idea of him jacking himself off inside me was incredibly hot.

"Please put your dick inside me, sir!"

I felt his thick cock knock at the door and slowly slide in alongside his fist.

"Please sir," I said to Jim. "Can I rim your ass again while he does this?"

Jim grinned broadly and wasted no time getting back down on his hands and knees in front of my face. He handed me the bottle of poppers and I took a couple of hits and handed it back.

My moans were muffled inside his ass as the rush hit me. This felt so incredibly fantastic! The feeling of fullness in my ass was beyond description as Gus fisted both his big dick and my ass at the same time, rocking me back and forth, pushing my eager tongue deeply in and out of Jim's ass without me having to even move my head. Jim was moaning loudly as well, zoning himself as well on the combination of the poppers and a hot wet tongue lapping deep inside his hole.

We must have fucked that way for a half hour or so before I heard and felt Gus picking up the intensity. He was getting close to another orgasm and I couldn't wait to see if I could feel his cum shooting deeply inside my heaving ass.

"Ahhhhhhhh I'm commmminngg!" he shouted. "Ohhhh----- yeahhhhh! OH SHIT!!! he yelled as his sperm unloaded itself deep inside me. I wish I could say that I felt it but by now my ass was way beyond having that much sensitivity. But I focused my mind on the image of it spurting relentlessly in me and I honestly believe it was the catalyst for the first mental orgasm of my life. I went crazy eating Jim's ass, shouting loudly into it, creating incredible vibrations that elicited a chain reaction of moans now coming from him.

Things finally slowed down and Jim pulled away from me and turned around in front of me, planting his tongue deeply inside my mouth, tasting his own ass juices still there, and kissing me with a combined urgency and gratitude.

"You made me come inside my head, baby," he said to me, his eyes glistening with emotion. "I've NEVER had anyone eat my ass like that, baby."

"I did the same!" I almost shouted. "I came too without ever getting hard. Damn, I don't know how that could happen, but I know it was SO fuckin' good!"

Gus was still recovering but finally came down enough to say that was the finest load he'd ever shot.

"I gotta pull out now, buddy," he said to me. "I need to take me a mean piss."

'NO!" Jim and I shouted at the same time.

"Let it go up inside him, buddy," Jim said. "Try it it'll be the hottest piss you ever take."

Gus smiled broadly, clearly pleased that he was with two such kinky new friends.

What I couldn't feel earlier when he shot his load, I now suddenly felt big time. He must have needed to piss really bad cause it felt like a fire hose was turned on inside me.

I pushed back and moaned in warm pleasure with his hand still holding on to his exploding prick deep inside me. He must have pissed for a solid 3 or 4 minutes before he finally sighed and started pulling out.

Jim dropped to his knees and engulfed Gus' still leaking cock in his mouth, clearly hungry himself for a few droplets of what remained. Gus was happy to have a hot mouth sucking on his dick again and so thrust it in and out and few times before Jim finally released it and looked at Gus with a raunchy, really turned on look.

"You wanna see something else that's really hot?" Jim said to Gus.

"Sure, dude. I'm still really turned on," Gus grinned. "That C stuff is pretty fucking great."

"You ever taste piss?" Jim asked.

"Shit no," Gus said quickly.

"Well, watch what we and my boy are gonna do with that big load of piss you just shot up him.... and feel free to join in if you want," Jim grinned.

"Boy," he commanded sternly but clearly excited and in a hurry, "you know what to do," Jim said to me as he lay down on the deck on his back and beckoned me to squat over him. He took several hits of poppers and handed them to me.

I moved my leaking ass over his face and he grabbed my ass cheeks roughly and pulled me down tightly over his mouth. My guts were cramping with the need to release Gus' gallons of piss and so I didn't hold back.

I let it fly and could feel his lips biting at me as he hungrily drank Gus' piss enema directly from my ass. I snorted some poppers and gave myself into the overwhelming sensation as I tried not to drown him by releasing too much at once.

I was surprised out of my trance when I felt a hot mouth clamp down on my dick and I opened my eyes to see Gus sucking what was presumably his first dick. He lifted up just long enough to look me in the eye and say "let me have some piss so I can see if I like it."

It took me a minute before I finally started with a trickle that he lapped up quickly. I felt his eyes meeting mine and I could tell he wanted more.

I let loose with a stronger stream that was joined by another jet shot into Jim's mouth. The hot realization that I was shooting piss into two men's mouth at the same time put me over the top into yet another amazing mental orgasm. I was shouting and crying and pissing at the same time as both men hungrily drained me.

Finally I stopped and tried to lift up. Gus wouldn't release my dick and Jim grabbed my hips and forced me back onto his mouth. He'd now moved to chewing on the loose lips around my hole, gently nibbling and deeply sucking in the scent. Gus was blowing me like there was no tomorrow, seemingly trying to coax yet more piss from me.

But I was drained and my thighs were getting fatigued to the point of collapse. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer until finally, Jim released his grip and helped me off of him.

He raised up and again kissed me deeply, giving me a taste of the combination of Gus' piss and my ass juices. I liked it a lot and decided that I needed to do the same thing he had just so I could have the same major raunchy experience.

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

We all sort of collapsed on the deck, sliding over to some chaise lounge pads that Jim or Gus had thrown down at some point. Jim's hand slid around to my asshole entrance and started playing yet again with my asslips, eliciting yet another automatic moan of pleasure from my lips. Both his hand and my ass were absolutely insatiable, amazing even myself with how it simply my hole couldn't get enough.

"You still hungry, slaveboy," he said gently in my ear.

"Ummmmm---- yeah, sir," I murmured, squirming on his fingers. "Your hand feels so fucking hot, sir ... but I just don't know how much more I can do, sir... I'm getting kind of weak and tired, sir. But it's like my ass has a mind of its own ... it really needs more fisting, sir, but the rest of my body is feeling kind of rough. What should we do, sir?"

"Get the crystal," Jim said to Gus. "He's got maybe one more round in him before we have to give it a rest."

Gus brought the baggy over and I could see that it was nearing the end of its contents. Jim wet his finger deeply and emerged from the bag with about half of the remaining powder easily the biggest load I'd seen since we'd started at least 12 hours earlier.

He stared intently at me with a silent command, both of us knowing this enormous hit would be intense. I blinked a couple of times and then opened wide, his finger going under my tongue without hesitation on either of our parts. He divided up the remaining amount between himself and Gus, which provided them both with also very large hits before emptying the bag's contents. He finished it off by tearing open the plastic and wetting his finger, collecting the remaining powerdy residue and then inserting it deeply in my asshole, telling me it'd give me an immediate energy boost by going directly to my bloodstream -- the final edge I'd need.

Gus brought us each a beer and I chugged it in about 10 seconds. He got up and brought the cooler nearer to us and gave me another. I was parched and downed it also in only seconds. The sun was rising well into the air by now and I guessed it was maybe 10 a.m. or so. I even remembered that the day was Saturday and I luckily had the whole weekend ahead of me.

I felt Jim's hand reappear at my asslips, tickling them, poking first two than three than four fingers inside and then slowly fucking them in and out.

I sighed deeply and turned over on my belly, relishing the feeling of the hot sun beating down on my back and naked ass while this big leather stud fingered my ass into yet another squirming mass of need.

"He's starting to get into it again," I heard Jim say to Gus.

"Yeah, man look at how he's starting to dance on your hand," Gus replied, a combination of amazement and even respect showing in his voice,

My eyes were closed and I could feel myself being transported into another plane of reality. I could only feel the heat of the sun and the increasing depths of his fingers and I wanted more.

I felt generous globs of Crisco being scooped inside my well stretched hole and I automatically sucked it in, mentally willing my innards to send the greasy lube to the innermost limits of my bowels. I had an innate feeling that I was going to need it this time more than any of the scenes before.

Poppers appeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply.

That was the only warning I had as Jim's very welcome wrist effortlessly slipped all the way back inside my ass once more, eliciting a loud groan of pleasure from me.

"Oh, yessssss, Sir," I groaned. "Oh --thank you -- that feels so fucking good, sir!"

"Yeah, he's getting back into it big time," Jim said to Gus. "I'm gonna get him really hot and horny for my fist and then we'll find out just what his limits really are.

"You think it'd be okay if I used the whip on him a little?" Gus asked. "I really liked seeing him squirm and beg for more when I did it before."

"How about it, slave? You want this big stud to whip you a little?" Jim asked me.

"Oh yeah... please sirs .... yeah please whip me ," I moaned, writhing hungrily on Jim's fist. "PLEASE SIRS I NEED YOU TO FUCK ME AND WHIP ME!"

I felt the first lash strike against my middle back and it caused me to arch upwards in welcome shock.

He struck again, this time with the full fury of his big muscles and I screamed for more.

The poppers reappeared and seconds later, I felt the fist in my ass plunge roughly to the inner recesses of my ass.

"You want my elbow, boy? You want to get fucking plowed by my whole arm?" Jim shouted.

"OH YEAHHHHH!" I screamed, bucking back on his arm as lashes from the riding crop kept raining down on my shoulders, back, and ass.

I yelled, screamed, squirmed, and begged as the whip rained down on me, literally crying out in pain as its lashes bore into me, Jim's fist making me heave out of control in need to be fucked and beaten.

"Okay, enough of the whip for a while; he's starting to bleed a little," Jim said to Gus. Why don't you give him some more poppers and then plant that hot hairy ass of yours on his mouth. Make him chew on your ass while I see how much of my arm he can take."

I sniffed the poppers deeply several times and then groaned in complete sensory overload as the most perfect rank hairy ass in the world surrounded my nose and mouth. Gus must have never been rimmed before because he went wild on my tongue, shouting obscenities and squirming like a man out of control as my tongue fucked his virgin hole. The combination of sweat and raunch smells made me an addict desperately seeking more and more of his tastes and scents, so it was a tossup as to which one of us was enjoying this the most.

In the meantime, I suddenly became aware of Jim's arm touching places deep inside me that heretofore was also virgin territory. I panicked for a brief moment as it felt like his hand was going straight into my stomach and it made me lift my head from Gus' ass and cry out.

"Easy, baby ... just take it easy," I heard Jim telling me. "I've got you and nothing's gonna hurt you. Just trust me, boy."

Gus turned around a planted the bottle of poppers at my nose and I breathed in deeply. I closed my eyes and lowered my head down to the deck and just gave up all resistance as I felt his arm slide a notch further inside me. He was being slow and gentle now, no longer pistoning his arm in and out, seemingly using immense patience to fuck me one inch at a time.

"Holy fucking shit!" I heard Gus exclaim. "He's got your whole fucking elbow, dude! How the fuck is that possible?"

"He's one talented pig, isn't he?" Gus replied. I could feel how pleased he was and how turned on at the same time. "Watch this."

He pushed into me a little more forcefully and I felt something inside me give. Suddenly it felt like inches more slid easily even further inside me.

"Goddamn! He just took your fucking bicep, man!"

Even I couldn't believe he was this deep inside me and the image was turning me on again at an even higher notch than before if such a thing were possible.

I groaned loudly and pushed back on his arm, encouraging him to fuck me even deeper.

I felt him respond by pushing in as I pushed back and distantly heard him tell Gus to give me some more poppers.

I inhaled and the sudden rush overload put me over the edge. I don't clearly remember anything other than the feeling of ultimate fullness, the ultimate fuck, the ultimate need to feel his entire arm fucking inside me. Bright lights flashed inside my closed eyes and I was babbling incoherently, begging to be fucked all the way to his shoulder.

Who knows how long this moment lasted, but when I opened my eyes, I realized he'd pulled back all the way to his wrist and was being very still inside me.

"How you doing, Blake?" he asked. "You okay?"

"Mmmmmmmm, I'm soooooo gooood," I groaned. "Give it back to me, sir .... Please!"

"You scared me a little there, boy. I don't need you zoning out on me like that."

I collected my wits for a second and realized that I'd gone away for an unknown period of time. I should have been scared myself at that point, but all I could feel at the moment was the need to have his fist deeply back inside me. And my head was starting to clear a little, being replaced by the insatiable need to be fisted hard.

"Sorry, sir ... I'm okay .... it was just too intense there for a while."

"I'm gonna pull out and let you rest a little, okay?"

"NO!" I shouted. "PLEASE SIR I need to be fucked hard NOW, SIR!"

"You sure about this, boy?"

'YES SIR!"

"You need your master's fist fucking you hard?"

"Please SIR! Please don't make me wait any longer. I'm going crazy sir!"

He must have been convinced because without notice, he yanked his fist completely out of my hole and then punched it back in hard, sliding it all the way to his forearm.

"YEAHHHH!" I yelled. "OH FUCCCCKKKK MEEEE!"

He started punch fucking me rapidly, pummeling my ass hard with his powerful thrusts in and out. I answered every punch forward with an equal thrust back, eagerly taking his aggression with turned on delight.

"Gus quick -- get over -- here -- next to me," Jim said, breathing heavily, and clearly turned on big time.

Gus handed me the bottle of open poppers and I knew what was about to happen. As I felt the second hand working at the entrance to my ass, I started taking deep hits as my hole started feeling stretched to the point when I thought it would rip wide open. Inside my head, I was torn between yelling "STOP!" -- which I remembered would bring a end to everything we were doing -- or trusting that the two would not do serious damage to me.

Just as I thought I couldn't take it anymore, something gave and suddenly Gus' enormous hand popped inside.

I screamed at the top of my lungs but simultaneously bucked my ass hard against the intrusion of two gigantic fists now inside me at the same time.

"Grab hold of my wrist so that we make one big fucking arm," I heard Jim say to Gus, and as I breathed in even more poppers, I felt them become one.

They slowly pulled almost all the way out and then slowly pushed back in. I'd read about guys feeling like they had a telephone pole up their ass, but now I honestly knew how they felt.

Goddamn, this was hot! I tentatively pushed back, trying to get them deeper in me, and that must have been the signal they were looking for to start the real action.

"Let's fuck him good, buddy," Gus said to Jim.

"You got it, stud," Jim replied as, in unison, they starting piston fucking me hard and fast.

"Give us some of those poppers, slave," Jim said to me and I raised up enough so that their free hands could grab the brown bottle and thrust them up to their noses. I kept my hand outstretched and retrieved it from them as I took another hit myself. I knew that this moment would be the peak, the climax, the Everest of all fucks.

I could feel myself pushing back eagerly against their combined fists and lost all sense of time, place, or existence. I just knew I was getting the best fucking a man could possibly get and I wanted it to last forever at this point.

There was lots of shouting and cursing and I had no clue where it was coming from. I knew I was screaming and crying and having multiple orgasms deep inside my body that kept me flying at the very limits of my being. I felt myself going back into that deep, dark territory I'd been in before where I wasn't sure where the difference between life and some other plane existed. All I knew was the feeling of ultimate fullness.

I would occasionally regain enough of a sense of reality to know that they were both in overdrive themselves, calling me vile names yet at the same time telling me they wanted to fuck me like this forever.

They double fucked me for the longest time who knows how long we were each out of control and in sensory overdrive.

Finally, I opened my eyes and realized the action had stopped. I was still stuffed full with their arms and it wasn't until I reached back and felt them that my heart nearly stopped. They were both well past their elbows and had the better part of their biceps planted deep inside me.

I groaned and squirmed around the ultimate feeling of fullness inside me, actually trying to push my way back to capture even more. I was incredibly high and turned on and beyond reason or reality.

Slowly they started pulling out until first Gus' had withdrew and then Jim's. I tried to squeeze my ass muscles shut so that he couldn't escape, but try as I might, they at this point were just too loose and weakened.

"Please, sir please! Put it back!" I begged.

He made a large fist and roughly punched it back inside as I screamed in pleasure.

He pulled out and Gus then repeated the action, punching me with his even bigger hairy fist.

They began alternating as I took one more hit from the poppers. I began zoning out again as they started a battle to see who could more roughly punch fuck me. Clearly, they understood that this was the last fuck of the night/day and it didn't matter at this point whether they hurt me or not.

I was crying, pleading, begging them to keep it up and the intensity they delivered was overwhelming. They shoved their alternating fists like brutal beasts intent on destroying their prey. I could hear them grunting loudly as they competed to see which could get the loudest moans of pain and pleasure from their insatiable victim. Their free hands slapped and punched at my ass cheeks and back, inflicting even more bruising blows on my body.

Finally their punches slowed and once again, they both were inside me, this time, slowing me down, gently moving in and out as one, now trying to bring me back down to reality.

I moaned loudly, squirming against their combined fists as though I still wanted no needed even more. But even I knew that my body was at the point of "enough." I gradually slowed down my ass motions and then slowly even sadly felt them exit me one fist at a time.

I turned over on my back and lay back in complete and utter satisfaction. I was still high and hot, though, and looked up at the two most handsome butch top studs I could ever imagine seeing.

"Cool me off, sirs," I groaned. "Please cool me off with your piss."

They looked at each other, smiled, and shook their heads in amazement.

"Let's give him what he wants, dude," Jim said to Gus and in only seconds, they were both hosing me down with their combined hot piss.

I opened my mouth and tried to capture as much as I could inside. But they were clearly into spraying my whole body with it and I lay there writhing in the complete and utter depravity of one who had been violated in every conceivable way possible.

I closed my eyes as their piss bath ended and delighted in the feeling of having both their tongues licking the piss and sweat off my body. I heard one of them tell me to give them some of my piss back and I suddenly realized I needed to go in the worst way.

It was easy just letting it fly straight into the air as first one mouth, then another captured as much as it could, ending by one of them directing it towards my own open mouth so I could drink the last spray of my own piss.

The three of us lay sprawled together in one exhausted mass of flesh, me still incredibly high from the super dose of crystal, seeking out their reeking armpits, drinking in their copious sweat and smells like a starving man desperately needing their raunch for my very survival.

A hand went back inside my ass and I hungrily sucked it up all the way to the elbow before blacking out. I remember feeling like I wanted to start all over again and that was the last thing I recalled before collapsing into oblivion.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was even higher and I was incredibly parched and hot. The two men were sprawled around me and one of them still had his fist planted in my ass. The lube inside me had dried and it felt like my ass had swollen shut around the fist.

I realized I was in pain and no longer soaring on the crystal. As I cried out, it alerted the other two and I finally determined that it was Jim's hand still inside me. I moaned in pain as he slowly and gently removed his hand, complaining that it was so numb that he couldn't feel a thing.

A few minutes later I felt the cold rush of a garden hose on me and it was the finest feeling I could possibly imagine having at the minute as Jim literally hosed off the layers of sweat, ass juices, piss, and dried Crisco.

I felt pretty rough at the moment and must have shown it.

I was surprised, then, when Jim planted his finger again at my mouth and told me to open. I looked down and saw a small hit of crystal and, against my better judgement, opened my mouth.

"Just a little hair of the dog will make you feel a lot better, baby," he smiled as he stroked my hair and closed up what appeared to be a full and brand new bag of crystal. "It's Saturday and I have some big plans for you later if you're up for it."

At the moment all I could feel was an enormous ache throughout my body. But as his freshly lubricated fingers starting playing once again at my asslips, something kicked in that made me squirm back against them once again, a small moan of turned on pleasure coming from my mouth.

"That's my good pussyboy,' he grinned, and we both knew that my ass would inevitably need his fist yet another time.

Gus was looking at me with a rigid hard on and a hungry, turned on look of need.

I closed my eyes and realized that I wasn't even close to being done.

I happily gave into my basest needs. This was what I'd spent a lifetime becoming.

Chapter 7

I woke up in my bed upstairs and instantly knew I wasn't alone. Disoriented, I tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. As my head started to clear a little I vaguely remembered being led up the stairs and into the shower where two sets of hands gently washed every square inch of my body. The warm soapy water had felt so good on my battered and bruised skin.

The slow stream of the shower hose had been directed into my ass and I recalled being filled and refilled many times as I passively crouched on my hands and knees on the shower floor. My last recollection was Jim placing a small yellow pill on my tongue and telling me to swallow.

I finally opened my eyes and realized I was lying between the sleeping forms of Jim and Gus, both of them dead to the world and to the slave between them whom they'd so brutally fucked who knows how long or how long ago.

I was able to raise up enough to see the clock and it said 8:00 p.m. but I had no clue what day it even was. Was it still Saturday?

My head was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up even though I couldn't remember the last time I'd even put any food in my stomach.

"Hey buddy," a sleep-filled voice said next to me. It was Jim. "How you doin?"

"I feel awful," I said. "Really bad."

"This part's the worst,"he said, gently rubbing his hand across my forehead. "But it'll get better real fast once we start working on it."

"I sure as hell hope so," said another voice as Gus raised up only to collapse back again into the pillow. "What the fuck did we do, man?"

"We had us the finest fucking time I've ever had," Jim grinned.

He looked at me, still stroking my head.

"You, my man, are so fucking amazing I've never see anything like it. Shit, I've never even heard of anybody taking the fisting you did and still begging for fucking more!"

Despite the rough hangover, a flash of pride and then amazingly horniness coursed through me and I could feel my dick starting to harden.

"I loved every single thing we did," I grinned a little sheepishly. "I never dreamed it'd go that far when we first agreed to meet."

"And look at this, my man," Jim said to Gus as he reached down and gripped my hardon. "He's still ready for more."

"Damn, that's making me hot again too," Gus marveled as he began stroking his own big piece of meat.

"Post crystal hardons, guys," Jim explained, now handling his own hardening cock as he continued to stroke mine. "For some reason, a few hours after you stop doing the stuff, you suddenly get the most urgent erection you've ever had and you just have to do something about it."

I was feeling better by the second, especially when Jim slid down to the foot of the bed and planted his head directly between my legs, starting to tongue my balls. I groaned in pleasure and closed my eyes, only to open then again abruptly when I felt a mouth engulf the head of my now raging cock.

It was Gus and I can't tell you how hot he looked as his dark stubbled cheeks formed a vacuum around my dick and began bobbing up and down as though he'd been doing this forever. (I later learned that he'd grown up as one of 6 brothers who used to regularly give each other blow jobs before they all eventually grew up and got married.)