Coming of Fist

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

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

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

Chapter 1

"I like the way my little hickey looks on your neck, buddy," smiled Gus as he leaned down and gave it a light lick and a playful nibble while I lay sprawled on my back, naked and barely awake on top of the sheets.

"I doubt it's so little," I yawned, remembering how he'd chewed voraciously on my neck while he fucked me repeatedly throughout the night. It was the crack of dawn and the start of Gus' work day on the farm he owned down the road from my house.

"But it sure tasted good when I was popping it on you last night, babe. And it sure as shit turns me on looking at it." He kissed it again and this time clamped his teeth a little harder.

"Knock it off, Gus. You know what that does to me," I groaned, nonetheless shifting my head to give my beard stubbled vampire better access.

"Mmffffmmmmfff," he garbled as he clamped his teeth into my skin like a hungry dog seeking his breakfast.

Even though he'd supposedly been on his way out the door, he instead fell on top of me and growled his mouth even tighter on my skin, gnawing his teeth back and forth as though trying to tear away at the flesh. I could feel his erection pressing against me through his thick work jeans.

My own was also telescoping at full mast now as his hand reached for it and clamped it possessively in his big workman's paw. In the six months we'd lived together now, he'd learned all the secret and not so secret tricks of jump starting my battery. Not that he had to try all that hard since just the look and smell of him consistently made my engine run fast. And on this early morning, having my dark, hairy, muscular farmer chewing away at my neck like some horny beast was a sure fired way of waking up the pig in me.

And, as you know from my earlier chronicles, the pig in me never really goes to sleep.

His hand slid lower and began fingering my asshole. When multiple fingers slipped right in without any resistance at all, we both realized that the previous night's fucking and fisting had left me still generously lubed with the combination of his prolific semen and the globs of Cricso he'd shoved inside me.

In other words, my pig ass was wet and loose and now hungry for its morning feeding.

I squirmed on his hand and pressed my bruised neck even harder into his mouth grip. I simultaneously fumbled with his jeans, trying to get them open and his huge meat in my hand. He stopped his assault just long enough to roughly yank his athletic tank off and to slide his worn jeans down his hips and off his still bare feet.

"Get your fucking legs up in the air so I can get me a bite of that sweet ass," he barked.

I assumed the position in about a half a second, eager to feel his stubbled jaw sand papering across the tender insides of my butt cheeks.

He dove down in equally eager time, clamping his mouth onto the moist lips of my butthole. I don't know which one of us moaned the loudest as his tongue sought its way inside to slurp out my juices.

For a straight guy who lived with a wife just six months ago, Gus had learned to rim me like an born expert and expert connoisseur. It helped that he had truly fallen in lust with my hairy ass, a literal tongue-dropping-drooling reaction every time I flashed my hairy bubble cheeks in front of his eyes.

Which was often.

He continued his assault with not so gentle bites all around the hole opening, gripping small folds of tender anal skin in his teeth and waiting on the resulting yelp that, for me, was an amazing combination of pleasure and pain a mix I'd also learned to both love and crave in the past six months.

I guess I'd also made some big changes in the last year, since I used to think of myself as pretty much a top guy. With a good set of gym muscles, a hairy chest, and a butch attitude, most guys in my bed always presumed I was the fucker and not the fuckee. But now, my ass was demanding otherwise.

"Please, Gus, I need it so bad. Fuck me, Gus! Please baby!"

He lifted his face from between my raised thighs and gave me a positively gleeful grin, like a kid waking up to his birthday. His handsome mouth, nose, and chin were covered with his own saliva and his eyes had the happily crazed look of a man possessed.

Gus scooted his body up on top of me and aimed his huge hardon at my hole. Not bothering with any gentle preliminaries, he just thrust it in and slammed its full length to the balls in one powerful motion.

"OHHHHHH SHIT!" I shouted. "YEAHHHH! FUCK MY HOLE!"

He went to business like a man in a hurry to reach his final destination, pumping me with his thick 10 inches, grunting heavily with each thrust, no doubt reveling in the way my butt muscles were clamping down hard on his uncircumcised head.

I clasped my legs around his lower back and fucked back as hard as I could in that position. No matter how many times he'd dicked my ass in the past months usually every morning and every night each time still felt like I was getting his thick sausage for the first time.

At this torrid pace, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to shoot a big load of morning cum up my chute. His first cum of any session always happens fast because he just gets so incredibly excited. But remarkably, he always remains hard after his first orgasm, still not satisfied, and impatient to get right back to the action.

I watched the signs appear on his face as sweat flung off his neck and chest onto me. God, how I loved this picture my stud lover presented!

Son of Greek immigrants, Gus inherited all the dark stud features of his ancestry. He was 6'5" of farm hardened muscle without an ounce of noticeable fact on his body. A thick pelt of blue-black hair covered his chest and arms but surprisingly, his back was baby cheek smooth. Long days spent working shirtless in the sun gave him a perpetually deep, rich tan with golden highlights. And if all that weren't hot enough, he always wore a heavy black beard stubble. At my request, he now only shaved every 3 or 4 days, but even on the days he did, he'd have a 5:00 shadow by noon.

Finally, with an especially brutal thrust in me, he began shooting what had to be copiously thick streams of milky protein deep inside me. Knowing he was filling me with his seed was yet another major turn on for me. I totally loved the sensation of holding it inside me all day until I could get home and have him replenish the supply. Feeling the very essence of his manhood sloshing inside virtually 7/24 me got me through work on a lot of bad days.

But we both knew what we both wanted next.

He collapsed on top of me and planted his mouth on mine, kissing me like I'd just given him the best gift in the world.

And he thought he was the lucky one!

He again buried his teeth in my neck, catching his breath while beginning to gnash once more at my now ravaged flesh.

Still raging hard, I moaned hard against him, encouraging him to raise the stakes.

He knew the signal well and lowered his hand beneath us as I again lifted my legs to give him better access.

Gus released my neck from the grip of his teeth, no doubt having made yet another love mark this morning for him to look at, get turned on by, and start our ritual all over again. But that would be tonight; and for now, I needed his fist.

He licked his way across my chest, roughly biting at my skin as my moans told him to keep going. I heard the scrape of the open can of Crisco and soon felt his fingers pressing against my asslips, making me squirm my ass closer to them. His dick had started an itch in my ass for something bigger and as his huge paw now tried to force its way in, I hungered for the mind boggling sensation of feeling his hand burst inside for the first time today.

Without warning, Gus suddenly bit into my right nipple so hard that I screamed out in genuine hurt. And as I did, he thrust his fist all the way into me, causing yet another, even louder scream.

He pulled all the way out and then did it again, getting the same response from me. Gus had become an expert fister, knowing exactly what to do to put me on the ceiling in what can only be described as absolute ecstacy.

In and out he plunged, not quite punching but doing more of a oversized imitation of his dick plunging in and out. I loved it. The perfect morning fisting. Not too intense; just an indescribable feeling of being filled and royally fucked.

I was getting close and he knew it from my gasps and incoherent begs for more, harder, faster strokes from his hand. Gus leaned over and engulfed my raging cock in his mouth, quickly creating a hot and wet vacuum that rapidly pumped up and down.

The combination of his fist and his mouth put me over the top and I shot a heavy load directly in his happily gulping mouth.

Still keeping at least most of his hand inside me, Gus turned around with his back to me and lowered his hairy ass onto my face. I happily planted my tongue on his hole and began flicking it all around his fur covered circle.

I loved rimming this big guy's ass; loved the flavor, loved the smell, and especially loved the dank forest of matted black hair. Amazingly, it never smelled like shit, which to me would have been a turn off. Instead, it was always a great combination of musk and sweat. Asshole perfection as far as I was concerned.

But now, I was eating the best breakfast a pig could ever hope to have. With his left hand still planted inside my butt, I could feel the jerking movement of his right as he jacked himself off. How he could consistently come 2, 3, even 4 times in a row never ceased to amaze me.

When I felt the hand being withdrawn from my ass not very gently either I knew what was next. Quickly, he turned around and planted his raging dick in my already open and waiting mouth. Only 4 or 5 strokes later, he was shooting his second load of the morning in my siphoning mouth, spurting the main course to the asshole appetizer he'd given me earlier.

After filling my stomach with his load, he pulled out, leaned down, and kissed me, both of us sharing the remnants of his hot load as our tongues embraced.

Five minutes later he was dressed and gone.

Just another day on the farm, I grinned.

Married to Fist Chapter 2

We were lying in front of the fireplace on the floor in the living room, still sweaty from an especially great fuck courtesy of Gus' Ever-Ready battery of a dick. Gus had his fingers in their favorite place, diddling my cum-filled ass, and I felt about as contented as a guy could ever hope to be.

"Got something to talk to you about," Gus said seriously.

Shit I thought the last time he said that, it was to tell me he was going back to his wife.

"What?" I said slowly, hoping this was not going to be a case of history repeating itself.

"The wife is finally moving out of the house. This weekend in fact. Actually went out and found herself the lesbo lover she'd secretly always wanted. She wants a no-fault divorce and only wants the stuff that belongs to her. Said she wants to start a new life with 'Janine' and wants nothing around to remind her of her past or me."

"Wow," I replied, relieved more than he knew, "ding dong the witch is dead."

But another thought occurred to me as I silently celebrated her departure.

"What you and she had was just so weird, Gus. Just imagine the odds of a man and woman thinking they're in love, getting married, but then eventually discovering and then admitting that they're both gay."

"Never thought about it that way," he said sort of distantly.

"That you're gay?" I said, stroking the thick hairs on his chest.

"Well um I guess I just never thought of myself as actually 'gay'," he replied. I could see his head gears spinning. "But ..." he spoke slowly, and began to smile, "I guess a guy who likes to kiss, bite, rim, fuck, fist, and constantly think about the hot ass of the hottest guy he's ever laid eyes on is .. very likely .. probably .... gay."

"You really think so, Brucie?" I said with a lisp, tweaking his nipple.

"Fucker," he grinned, plunging his fingers deeper in my now-squirming butt and kissing me deeply as we fell into another embrace.

"Wait a minute," he broke away. "I need to talk to you about an idea I had."

"Fire away," I grinned as I gripped his re-hardened 10 incher.

"With the bitch gone, how'd you like to move in with me at my house now? It's big, and really nice inside, and as you know, it's set up on the hill way back off the road. There's tons of room and it's at least a mile from the next house so we'd have total privacy. We can fuck anywhere we want inside or out anytime we want."

I could tell he'd thought a lot about this. And his enthusiasm about it made me decide quickly what my answer would be.

"And oh yeah, I forgot I've got this little spring fed lake that's set between two hills. We could skinny dip and ....."

"Hey," I put my hand over his mouth. "Skip the sales job. Let's do it."

"You mean it. Really?"

"Damn straight er gay," I grinned.

He hugged me especially tight.

"I've been thinking about something too," I said.

"As in?"

"Quitting my job. I hate the ad agency. It's high on stress and low on rewards. And, I'm just not happy. And if nothing else since that night I met you, I've learned that being happy is the most important thing of all in life. What do you think?"

"Do it, babe. Make yourself happy."

"I don't know what kind of job I'll look for. I've got a lot of investments and stuff so money won't be an problem for a long time. Maybe I'll volunteer somewhere. Make a difference, you know?"

"Blake, come work with me," Gus interrupted. "With two of us, I can plant double the acreage. And even though the work is hard, you'll be in the best shape of your life, especially sweating alongside me everyday. We'll make it an equal partnership, partner. Whaddaya think?"

"I was hoping you'd say that," I beamed, pushing back against his re-charged hand. "I don't know shit about farming, but I do know how to work hard and I want to spend every day working and sweating next to you," I grinned as I tweaked the other nipple.

"Plus I'll bet the fringe benefits are out of this world!" I grinned, continuing to bounce on his fingers.

We kissed and wrapped our arms around each other, our dicks suddenly hard again and grinding against each other.

"Do something for me, buddy," Gus said, looking deep in my eyes.

"You name it, Gus." I replied.

"Fuck me. I want to know what it feels like. You love taking mine so much I've wondered what it would be like. And if I give it, I should take it, you know. I want to give you my body and let you have---"

I cut his words off with my tongue thrust deeply in his mouth. We rolled over the floor in an instantly heat charged wrestling love match. I was so hot I could have cum with just a couple of jerks. I'd never dreamed he'd ever let me fuck him and I'd fantasized about it many times when eating his furry ass.

I rolled him on his belly and spread his legs wide, lifting his ass up so I could get my mouth as far up his hole as possible.

He groaned in welcome pleasure. Gus had always gone a little crazy when I'd eat his ass and now he was squirming his hairy butt all over my face, pushing it as far back into my lapping tongue as possible.

I tongued a pint of spit up his hot, and now loosening hole, before inserting my index finger. It slipped in easily and he bucked his hips back asking for more. I began to stick a second finger in him and he pulled off and turned his head around.

"Skip the fingers. Let's just go straight to your big dick in me," he ordered.

"You sure? I'm really thick, big guy. It's gonna hurt the first time," I warned.

"Just do it, Blake. I'm so horny for your meat in me. Come on and give me a spit fuck just as hard as the ones I pound to you."

I decided to give him exactly what he asked for and planted my dick at the entrance to his ass. I dropped a ball of spit on the head and without warning, slammed it to the hilt in him all at once.

"OHHHHH FUCCKKK!" he yelled in obvious pain.

"You asked for it, fucker," I said without sympathy, secretly impressed that he wanted his virgin fuck to be rough and hard.

"Just let it rest there a sec, Blake, while I get used to it."

"No can do, fucker," I said as I pulled back and plunged in hard again.

He cried out again but this time didn't try to pull away.

I gave him a few more long strokes and he simply moaned in reply. I could tell he was starting to like it.

"Have some more of my thick dick, lover," I chided as I slammed him hard.

"Mmmmmmmm, starting to feel good," he mumbled, his stubbled face pressed into the floor. His hips were wiggling on my dick now, starting to move with the fuck and press back when I pushed forward.

I looked down at the image of my big butch muscular fist fucker now getting off on his first bottom fuck and I knew I couldn't last for much longer.

I began fucking him as hard and as fast as I could and I reached around and grabbed his incredibly huge and erect piece of meat. As I fucked his ass, his dick fucked my hand, causing both of us to groan and grunt loudly with each pump.

"I'M REALLY CLOSE!" Gus yelled. "FUCK ME HARDER, BLAKE!"

"Me too!" I shouted back. "GOD YOUR ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT AND HOT!"

That was all it took for me to yell a loud grunt before I began shooting buckets inside his out of control ass. And it wasn't until I started slowing down that I realized there was cum all over my hand as well.

We rested there on the floor with my dick still hard inside him for the longest time before I pulled out and we went into a 69, cleaning each others spent dicks with our mouths and then continuing to suck on our renewed hardons.

I heard the Crisco can's plastic lid coming off and felt his lubricated fingers knocking at my asslips once again. I relaxed my hole as the majority of his fingers made their way inside me. A few pokes and prods later, his wrist slipped its way in and he began a gentle fisting as he lovingly sucked my cock.

I began playing with his freshly fucked asshole as I continued to suck him, figuring I'd see how far I could take this scene. I reached for some of the Crisco and began lubing him up, hearing gentle pleasure groans coming from his mouth as he lapped up and down my even- harder dick. Just the unlikely thoughts of having my hand in this big guy's now-sloppy ass were turning me on big time.

I pushed forward until I could feel him tightening up. As I pushed again, his moans of pleasure seemed to be turning into pain, but I could tell he was trying his best to open up and please me. The real stopper, though, was the sudden and rapidly softening dick in my mouth.

I pulled out completely and created a diversion to hide the fact that he simply wasn't ready for my big fist yet.

"Gus... please...let's shift to something else. I'm so hot to have more of you in me. Fist and fuck me at the same time. Jack yourself off inside me like you do when you're really hot."

"You sure?" he grinned, his dick snapping back before my eyes, clearly happy to do one of his favorite things.

"I need it bad, stud just find me that bottle of poppers," I smiled back.

God, I loved this man.

20 minutes later he was screaming my name as he shot wads of cum inside my ass, his hand clamped tightly around his dick, both appendages planted deep inside me.

And seconds later I shot yet another load myself as he continued to fist me while he reached around and jerked me off.

We finally went to bed where he held me especially tight in his arms spoon fashion, his up and down dick planting itself in and out of my ass several times during the night. Since he slept like a baby the whole time, I didn't think of this so much as getting fucked as, rather, his penis merely seeking its natural home.

And sleep or no sleep, I sure as hell wasn't complaining.

Married to Fist Chapter 3

Six months later, we had made all the changes Gus and I had discussed. I'd moved into his really great house shortly after his now ex-wife departed to be with her new girlfriend. That same week, I'd given my notice at the ad agency. It took another month or so to clean up my responsibilities as an executive vice president, but I finally escaped and left that stressed and dysfunctional world far behind me. And, on a whim, I listed my house at a ridiculously inflated price and within a week, had an offer from a rich city couple who wanted a quiet weekend retreat in the country.

And if that weren't enough good news, life as Gus' farming partner could not have gotten off to a better start. My gym muscles quickly turned to working muscles as we jointly jumped into the goal of doubling his our production output of mostly corn and soybeans. The only farm animals we had were a few chickens, his friendly Great Dane dog, Zeus (Greek name, of course) and an indeterminable number of semi-wild barn cats who kept the rodent population at zero.

So when we weren't lifting, plowing, sowing, or reaping, we were mostly fucking.

His was a fairly hi-tech operation necessitated by his previous one-man show. I learned to operate all the heavy tractor equipment and was soon out plowing and planting Spring fields on my own, occasionally meeting Gus in the middle for a nooner. As an aside, you've never been fucked until you've had it in the middle of an open field atop an engine warmed tractor on a sunny Spring day. Occasionally, I got to fuck Gus, but for him it was just a rare itch that occasionally needed scratching. I'd say he was about 5% bottom and 95% hard top and I sure as hell liked those percentages.

Our "routine" sex life also remained anything but routine. In fact, I kept pinching myself wondering when the honeymoon would end. But I had no intention of looking a gift fist in the mouth, so to speak.

Admittedly, we were no longer fucking like rabbits every morning, noon, and night. There were just too many jobs waiting on us, particularly in the critical Spring planting season. But there were very few days when we didn't fool around at least once or twice. And the weekends were well just fucking incredible!

And perhaps best of all, we now did a lot of talking before, during, and after our sessions. We got to really know and like each other. When a man confesses his most secret dreams while his forearm is crammed up your behind, you know you've got something special. And even though our sex was often very rough, even brutal, it happened because we both loved and preferred it that way. For us at least, the lash of a whip was an act of love. And we knew that Gus never would or could ever really hurt me.

Not much at least, I would grin to myself.

It was the first really hot Saturday of the season; Memorial Day weekend, in fact, and we were done with all the planting and ready to celebrate.

We'd both finished up the morning chores and had each worked up a healthy sweat from heaving and stacking about 400 bags of 50 pound weed inhibitor off the back of a delivery truck. I looked over at Gus and saw broad streams of sweat pouring down his hairy bare chest and pumped arms and couldn't help saying a small prayer of thanks to whatever Greek god of man- love had brought us together. I could read his mind pretty well by now and I could tell by the lusty way he was staring at me that our thoughts and dicks we were exactly in the same space and place.

As he signed the bill of lading, my nostrils picked up a faint whiff of his odor on the breeze and I automatically moved closer to him to get a closer sniff. We no longer even owned deodorant and though we showered every day, a good sweat would always bring out the pungent man smells that we both loved sniffing, lapping, and pigging out on.

As the delivery truck drove out of sight I ran my hands across his wet chest and under his arm, lifting it up so my tongue could feast on the combination of sweat and salt in his hairy armpit.

He gave out a soft moan as I lapped up as much of his dripping sweat as possible, moving from the one pit to the other, not forgetting to clean his massive pecs as I ran the gauntlet of his mountainous chest.

Gus took it as long as he could before he grunted something indecipherable and pushed me to my knees. In less than a second, he had his hard dick out of his jeans (thanks to a mutual policy of never wearing underwear) and into my slurping mouth.

There, in the dirt, under a hot early summer sun, he fucked my mouth much more than I sucked his dick, if you understand the distinction. With his hands clamped strongly around my head, he rammed his thick and prodigious meat in and out without any apparent concern for bruising my throat or cutting off my air supply.

And by now, I not only was used to taking everything he could give me, I fucking lived for it...and he knew it. I also knew that at this pace and this being orgasm #1 of the day that this particular face rape would be only a short lived precursor to many more that would follow.

When he came, he shot pints of his thick load inside me. We'd skipped sex that morning in favor of an early start to get the day's chores done quickly so we could play. So he was hot and ready. So was I.

What happened next surprised me. At some point during his fucking of my mouth, we'd both managed to get out of our jeans and work boots. So naked, he grabbed hold of my hips and vaulted me up and over his shoulder, carrying me down the path past the barn.

"What the fuck are you doing? Let me down, asshole!" I yelled, probably not very convincingly. What he couldn't have known (or could he) that being hefted up and carried off by a strong, sweaty; big butch stud was a major fantasy. And he my lover was making it happen.

He said nothing as he carried me over his shoulder all the way across the hill to the spring-fed pond (or lake if you want to make it sound more romantic) which, to date, we hadn't used since I'd moved in. As I recall, it was frozen at the time.

At some future point in our relationship, we started calling it Fist Lake. But for now, it was just "the pond," even though he'd built a great fishing dock that extended about 50 feet across its 2-3 acre spring-fed surface. He'd also trucked in a few loads of sand on the shallow end, making for a pretty decent little beach.

I couldn't see very far in front of us since my face was happily plastered across his sweaty back with his hands tightly gripping my ass. I saw the planks of the ramp appearing beneath us. I could tell we were heading out into the pond.

"He's gonna throw me in the water," I thought to myself. "Have himself a good laugh at my expense. I just hope that it's warmed up a little. Despite my sweaty, heated state, I didn't want an ice water bath!"

Instead, he stopped.

"Don't move, fucker," he said in his deep, commanding topman voice as he sat me down. That was all I needed to know exactly where this scene was headed. He was in one of those moods; and I couldn't have been more excited.

His dick was still raging hard, despite the brutal mouth rape he'd just given me. He went over to a cardboard box set on the ramp's end and pulled out some strands of rope. I noted that it was the same rope we'd used to make the pulley system that lifted heavy objects from the barn floor to the rafters.

"Hold still, asshole," he growled as he grabbed first one wrist and then the other and tied each wrist to the two tall anchor posts at the middle of the dock. I'd never noticed the eye hooks screwed into them until now and suspect they were both recent additions to his original construction.

He reached into the box again and pulled out a plastic bag of crystal and a bottle of poppers.

This was some of the same crystal I'd taken home after the wild public exhibition inflicted on me by Jim, the first guy to ever fist me, and someone who now continued to be a friend but no longer a fuck buddy since Gus and I had moved in together. (Ed note: See "Addicted to Fist" story.)

Gus and I had been careful and conservative with the "c", realizing that occasional use of it can really enhance a scene while excessive use causes addiction and major depression, not to mention never getting any work done.

He opened the plastic baggie, still full, and wet his finger, dipping it inside. Looking very intent as he stared in my eyes, he offered it to my lips, which opened and allowed him total access. I raised my tongue and he rubbed the contents underneath.

I watched as he took an equally healthy hit and then put the baggy back in the box.

With my arms spreadeagled across the two posts, I felt very exposed and vulnerable as I saw him pull the black riding crop out of the box. It had been one of my contributions to our household and we generally reserved its use for special occasions.

He next pulled out a leather blindfold and stretched its elastic band around the back of my head, effectively blinding me.

I smelled the bottle of poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply. He kept it there, so I took another couple of hits. I then heard him take a deep hit as I gave in to the wild rush of sensations I was suddenly feeling.

"Ummmppppffff!" I gasped as the first lash of the crop whipped across my pecs. Then came another across my belly and then another slashing just millimeters from my balls.

"Thank you, sir," I moaned, loving the feel of the sting across my skin. "Please do it some more, sir!"

Still no words from my Gus; just powerful action.

He must have whipped me for a solid 15 minutes, showing no mercy, just repeatedly covering my body with stimulating kisses and lashes of the leather crop interspersed with mutual hits from the poppers.

Before long, the crystal was starting to kick in and I was beginning to get that wanton, demanding, insatiable desire to be fucked like the pig I have unashamedly become.

He must have sensed this from my groans as he moved around behind me, his hard cock slapping across my butt, his feet surely only inches from slipping off the ramp into the water.

I heard the clink of a metal can sliding across the deck boards and knew he'd brought the Crisco. A quick flick by his fingers against my asshole would be all the lube I'd get as his dick quickly forced its way inside me.

He planted his big hands across my narrow waist and began to brutally fuck me at least as hard or harder than he ever had before. I realized that his holding on to me was the only thing keeping him from falling backwards into the water, so I felt the full force of his weight now plunging angrily into me.

I was in heaven. Blindfolded, high, naked, sweating, and bound under a hot early summer sky, with the dick of death brutally fucking my ass, his sweat smells co-mingling with my own to create the best man-perfumed rush either of us could ever hope to inhale.

His teeth became bestial weapons, biting into the back of my neck, across my shoulders, alternating with hungry licks of the sweat profusely streaming down my back.

With each thrust, he exhaled animalistic grunts that told me he was in another place as well, simply using my clamping asshole as his willing, sucking receptacle.

Still without a comprehensible word, he fucked me for the next half hour or so while I simply gave in to it and hoped he'd never stop. The jerking stress of the ropes on my wrists was cutting into me, leaving what would certainly be major burn marks on me afterwards, but crystal aided I was oblivious to the real world at this point, concerned only with getting raped by this brute of a man I loved.

With only brief growls, he began shooting multiple spurts inside me, heaving into me with all his powerful strength, making me so weak in the knees that only the ropes and his tight grasp of my hips were holding me up.

When he pulled out who knows how long later, I thought he would take the blind fold off of me, effectively ending the scene. But instead, I felt his finger pushing at my lips to open and on it, I tasted another hit of the crystal. This one much larger than the first.

Blind and already soaring on the stuff, I was experiencing major sensory overload without the ability to see what he was doing or know what was coming. And when he began to untie my hands, I began to literally shudder at not knowing what he was going to do to me next.

Gus roughly grasped my wrists behind my back and began tying them together, rendering my arms immobile and defenseless. He next lowered his hands to my ankles and slapped them at the same time with the signal to move them in to touch each other. When I did, he began lashing them together tightly with the rope, leaving me now unable to even take the smallest step.

What happened next still frightens me, but also still gives me an instant erection.

Leaving the blindfold on, Gus lifted me up as effortlessly as he had the weed control bags. Raising me high over his head, he grunted at the top of his lungs and heaved me through the air and into the water.

My next memory was being underwater, blind, disoriented, unable to swim, and unable to breathe. I began to panic, my mind filled with frightening thoughts of this being the end. Was he trying to kill me? Why would this man I love decide to drown me? With my life beginning to flash before my eyes, I knew that despite the fact that Gus had done this to me, the times I'd had with him had been the happiest days of my life.

Suddenly strong hands were grasped around me and I was sucking in the literal breath of life as the blindfold was ripped from my eyes. I blinked widely, orienting myself, and foolishly realizing that I'd only been underwater for probably no more than 10 seconds, the water was no more than 3 feet deep, and Gus was grinning from ear to ear as he hugged me in his arms.

"You smelled pretty bad, fucker, so I gave you a bath," he beamed as his hands quickly untied me and then slid under me and found my asslips.

"God damn you, Gus! You scared the fucking shit out of me!"I glared, not real pleased with the stunt he'd just pulled, but unable to keep from relaxing my butt against his probing hand.

"Here, let me give you a little mouth to mouth," he smiled his cute, sexy, please-forgive- me grin, planting his mouth against mine in the kiss to end all kisses.

I initially tried to pull away, to say more, to tell him what I really thought about his "bath," but instead, as both his kisses and his fingers grew more insistent and intense, I just gave up to the hot pleasures now coursing through my entire body, aided by both the crystal and his hand knocking at my back door.

Come to think of it, the shallow water was also pretty warm under the hot May sun.

He carried me to the edge of the dock, raised up one hand, and returned with a huge glob of Crisco on it.

"You want it, sweet cheeks?" he grinned, holding his lubed hand in front of my face.

"Oh yeah, Gus .... please. This is so hot!" I moaned, loving the combination of the pleasant water and my big Greek stud holding me in his strong arms. I could see the bottle of poppers sitting on the edge of the dock and I reached over and grabbed it.

Underwater, his lubed fingers pressed into my well fucked ass and pressed in.

"Take a good hit of the poppers, babe. I wanna fist you good," he growled.

I complied eagerly, sending the bottle to his nose as well.

In seconds, his hand was forcing its way inside me, making me grimace in pain until with a smooth PLOP, he was suddenly in me, taking my breath away, but washing me in near orgasmic pleasure at the same time.

He carried me farther out into the pond until the water was at his chest level, all the time forcing his hand deeper inside me.

"I've fantasized about doing this to you, but wasn't sure it'd work," Gus said. "I want to fist you as you float, holding you up with nothing but my arm, and going as deep inside you as I can get."

"Ummmmmmm, yeah," I moaned. "God, Gus. Yeah .... get it deeper. Let's try it. Ummmmmm, this feels so good...floating on your big arm. Please, Gus .... go deeper, baby."

"You got it, buddy. I'm gonna fist you to my armpit."

I gave him a good hit of poppers and then took several breaths from the bottle myself.

"Go for it, Sir," I reverted back to the slave role. "Please give it all to me, Sir" I begged.

Gus merely grunted as his probing fingers very carefully manipulated their way ever deeper inside me. I felt his other strong arm on my back, helping keep my head on top of the water.

I closed my eyes and zoned out into another place as the only feeling I had was floating in the warm water, his arm reaching deep into my gut, touching my soul, embracing me with its trusted strength and absolute control over my body.

"Goddamn!" I heard him exclaim seconds or minutes later. "You're fucking taking it all, you pig! You've sucked up my arm all the way past my elbow. Shit, you've almost got my bicep!"

"Mmmmmmmmm," I mumbled incoherently. "More. Give me more."

I tried to wiggle myself even deeper on his hairy muscles, forcing him to give me the full length of his powerful arm.

I took another big hit of the poppers and simply gave myself into the enormous rush of pleasure. There was a momentary glitch of pain no, more of an odd pressure and suddenly his gasp told me all I needed to know. His armpit was kissing my ass.

He started walking through the water, leading me around with his arm totally inserted inside me. Sometimes the water rushed over my head until I couldn't breathe; and then just as I'd start to really need a breath, using his inserted arm, he'd push me up so that I could gasp in the clean early summer air.

We kept this up for the longest time, Gus incredibly turned on by having near life and death control over me and me completely trusting him and loving every arm-fucking moment. At some point he stopped by the dock's edge and had me give both him and I additional big hits of crystal.

Finally, I felt myself being slowly rotated on his arm and turned over on my belly so that he was behind me and pushing me through the water towards the dock. As we reached the planks at near water level, he lifted me up with his arm still far inside my ass and planted me on my hands and knees on the wood base.

"Give me some poppers, boy, and take a big hit yourself," he growled.

"Yes sir," I said as I reached the bottle behind me to his free hand. He snorted a big hit and then handed it to me.

"Keep it open; you're gonna need it, pig," he commanded as I took a big hit in anticipation of what he next had in mind.

Still standing in the warm water, my ass at his shoulder level, he began to slowly pull his arm out of me until only his hand remained in me. I feared he was going to take it out, but thankfully, he merely lubed it with more Crisco and then thrust his arm back into me very deeply, very slowly.

Again, he pulled out almost all the way and then pushed back, this time a little harder and faster.

He repeated the motion again, picking up speed and inertia, now plunging the bulk of his enormous forearm deeply in and out of me, groaning and moaning as loudly as I now was0.

"This is just so fucking hot!" he groaned. "Me fucking your sloppy hairy ass as hard as I want and you just bucking back for more. That turns me on so fucking much when you do that, baby! You have no fucking idea! YOU WANT MORE, PIG?"

"Oh yeahhhhhhhh ---- SIR ----- PLEASE --- MORE, SIR!" I yelled.

He picked it up another notch, now pulling out completely, then punching his fist, wrist, and forearm all the way to his elbow in and out of me repeatedly.

I don't know which one of us was yelling louder, him or me, until for some reason I felt we weren't alone. I suddenly stiffened and, knowing my inside signals well, he stopped immediately.

We both saw him at the same time. A dark haired man with a heavy beard stubble wearing jeans and a sweat stained white tank top undershirt. He was just standing there at the edge of the dock, staring intently at us.

"Oh shit," said Gus as he began gently withdrawing his arm from my chute.

The man said nothing as he gave us a perfectly disgusted glare, turned, and began walking away.

"Who is that?" I asked, my ass uncontrollably clamping tightly against his wrist, protesting the loss of his hand inside me.

"That, my buddy, would be my big brother."

Married to Fist Chapter 4

Despite the fact that we were both still really soaring on the crystal, the poppers, and the incredible fisting sex, Gus pulled completely out of me and raised himself out of the water. Naked and dripping, he began silently walking away, following his brother down the path towards the barn.

"Gus no just let him go. This is not the time," I called to him, then following him, and not at all knowing what to expect next.

Gus said nothing as he stared deliberately ahead, clearly uptight, maybe angry, maybe even upset that he'd been outed to his brother via the scene of Gus punch fucking my ass.

With both of us clearly loving it.

When we got to the barn, we could see the brother now leaning on a second truck parked next to Gus' in the driveway. Even from a distance, I could see a huge family resemblance and despite the scary situation, I thought he was a major stud. Big time. Of course, I was super horny and flying high on crystal, but shit they could almost be twins; and if anything, Gus' brother was a little taller and maybe even more muscular.

"You fucking pervert queer," the brother sneered at Gus.

"It's none of your fucking business, Con," Gus replied in his deepest growl; the one that never failed to send shivers of raw excitement up my ass. Even given the tense circumstances, I was turned on by the vision of these two dark, hairy, hard bodied brothers now glaring at each other.

"Since when did you turn into a goddamned fucking faggot, Gustavos?"

"Since when did you turn into a goddamned fucking peeping tom, Constantine? Did you get a hardon watching me fuck my boy?"

"Why you fucking ...." Con snarled, throwing a hard sucker punch directly into Gus' left jaw.

The crystal must have dulled Gus' reaction time, as he failed to duck. His head snapped back and the full force of the jab knocked him to his knees.

Gus was up again instantly, fire shooting out of his eyes, and then slamming his own fist full force into Con's flat belly. As Con doubled over in pain, Gus threw an undercut directly into his brother's chin, knocking him backwards into the dirt and onto his back.

Gus jumped on his brother, fists flying, turning the fight into a blur of grunts, shouted obscenities, and splattering blood as they rolled and jabbed and wrestled in the dirt.

In my very high state, I didn't know what to do to help Gus, but had never shied away from a fight in my life. I grabbed Con from behind and began trying to pull him away from Gus, only to find my jaw on the blunt end of his fist as he threw me like a bucking bull.

"Stay away, Blake," Gus shouted. "This is between me and him."

As I rubbed my aching jaw, actually a little turned on by the raw violence of the act, I watched as the two brothers fought to what could only be called a draw, both of them now lying on the ground gasping for breath, covered in dirt, sweat, and blood, and now staring at each other in a decidedly different way.

Gus, obviously still naked, now showed a partial erection despite all the crystal he'd taken. And the huge lump in Con's now-ripped jeans showed a mound that had to rival or exceed his brother's in size.

Gus said nothing as he reached for Con's belt and undid it, unsnapping the jeans, and pulling the zipper down. Con's huge dick was rearing its uncut head several inches past the top of his underwear as Gus grabbed it in his hand and began pulling the underwear down past Con's thick muscled thighs.

No words were exchanged between the two as Con managed to rapidly get his boots and jeans off to become as naked as his brother.

Con leaned his back against the passenger door of his truck as Gus engulfed the thick piece of meat in his mouth.

Con exhaled a loud moan of pleasure.

"Yeah, little brother, suck it just like you used to," Con groaned.

Used to? I was instantly both shocked and turned on.

Gus sucked hungrily on his big brother's raging cock, making me unbelievably hot at the scene. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled behind him, planting my face in his ass, immediately tasting a combination of sweat, dirt, pond water, and musky ass smells. Gus' moans told me he was zoning out on eating his brother's dick and having his hot ass rimmed at the same time.

Several minutes later, I felt strong arms shoving me out of the way as Con moved behind Gus and planted his huge piece of hard meat at Gus' ass.

"No Con we never did that NO! AHHHHHHHH! " Gus yelled as Con shoved his enormous dick to the hilt inside his brother's ass.

"TAKE IT, little brother! I always wanted to do this to you!" Con grunted as he began fucking his long piece of meat in and out of Gus' ass.

Gus could only moan first in clear pain and then in slowly turned on grunts as Con pile drived his dick in and out, faster and harder.

I couldn't decide what to do; whether to be turned on my seeing my big hunk of a stud lover getting fucked by his own brother or to try and come to his defense by trying to put a stop to the whole thing.

Gus settled the issue for me.

"Get your ass over here, boy, and let me eat it," commanded Gus.

I was planting my arms on the truck door and backing up against his eager tongue in seconds. The three of us settled into a maze of sweating, gasping, groaning, moaning studs in heat.

I was in heaven.

And then behind me, I heard Con shouting incomprehensible words at the top of his lungs as he began shooting his load deep into Gus' ass. I later realized he was speaking Greek while he Greeked his own flesh and blood. I loved the double entendre.

Without a word, he roughly yanked his leaking dick out of Gus' ass and grabbed me by the neck, forcing me to my knees on the ground beside Gus.

"Clean it up, faggot," he ordered, presenting his still mostly erect dick at my lips.

I needed no encouragement as I hungrily clamped my mouth on a dick that was at least an inch or two longer than Gus' but not quite as thick. Secretly I decided I'd rather have Gus' fatter sausage porking me any day, but if I could have my druthers, so to speak, I'd take 'em both in me at the same time.

Spoken like a true pig.

After only a minute or two, he pulled out, now soft, and stood above the two of us. After a few seconds, he began pissing a large stream of urine aimed directly at my face. I opened my mouth opening wide to catch it, clearly surprising him that I could actually like such an intended insult from him. He then shifted his thick flow to Gus, wetting him down as well. But Gus didn't drink; he just closed his eyes and let the piss flow turn his dust into mud.

After what seemed like minutes later, his piss stream finally diminished to a trickle and was then over. Giving us both a contemptuous glare, he went over to where his torn jeans had been tossed and put them back on, the stitching between his crotch and ass now widely ripped open, exposing his hairy asscrack and balls to any eyes caring to stare...such as mine.

Ignoring his underwear and his tank top, both now buried in the dirt, he picked up his boots and hurriedly jumped in his truck, not saying a word, and now displaying an almost panicked look on his face.

I wondered how he'd explain his bloodied, beat up, and near naked state to his wife, assuming he had one.

Seconds later, he was spraying dirt and gravel on both Gus and I as he sped down the long driveway and out of sight.

I looked at Gus and he looked at me. Dried blood was splattered on his face and chest. Piss still trickled down his hair-matted chest. Sweat and dirt covered him from head to toe. His muscles were pumped to the max from his long fight with his brother.

I couldn't help it. It was such a turn on. I don't think he had ever looked hotter to me than at this very moment. I was becoming enormously hungry all over again for his fist to be back inside me.

"He'll be back," Gus grinned, now shaking his head and looking surprisingly victorious. "Now get your pig mouth down on my ass and eat yourself a little brother-in-law cum."

Married to Fist Chapter 5

"The barn's off limits for a couple of days, got it?" Gus said not particularly nicely.

"What gives?" I replied.

"None of your fucking business, pig," he snarled.

I instantly got it. Whenever he used that tone and those words, I knew he was up to something that would surely result in me getting the kind of use and abuse my pig ass indeed craved.

As absolutely great as our virtually daily sex scenes had been and, mind you, I'm not complaining they still didn't push the envelope quite as far as I'd done before Gus and I had moved in together. That Saturday night in Jim's private sex club (Ed note: see "Addicted to Fist") still entered in my mind occasionally when Gus was fisting me, making me feel just a little guilty that I was privately wishing for a sadistic gang bang orgy while the first and only man I'd ever really loved was nonetheless expertly fucking my insatiable ass.

So I figured he was up to something nasty and kinky. When he got this way, I always threw an erection that didn't go down until he'd fucked several loads out of me. And I couldn't wait to find out what he had in mind as I spent the next two days hearing hammering, sawing, and drilling sounds come from the barn.

He even stopped fucking and fisting me for the days he was working on his project, telling me we needed to conserve our energy. I thought I was going to die from the constant itch in my ass that just kept getting more and more intense.

Curiously, also kept his tee shirt on day and night. And from the persistent hardon he sported every time he looked at me, I knew he was equally horny. So I figured that when we finally did connect together, it was gonna be one fucking wild scene to remember.

On Saturday, we'd finished up our chores by mid morning. The weather forecast was predicting a record-breaking high temperature and we were both already soaked in sweat. Musky waves of scent from our labors were already invading each other's nostrils, adding to the enormous sexual tension that had been building.

"Get yourself really clean inside, boy," Gus ordered, staring directly into my eyes, "and be knocking on the barn door in exactly one hour. Got it?"

"Yes sir," I answered quickly. "Exactly one hour." I was so hot and horny I could hardly stand it. It would take all my energy not to jack off while I put myself through the enema routine that inevitably always turned me on anyhow."

"And make sure you don't let one drop of water touch the rest of you, boy. I want you rank and reeking with sweat when I let you in that barn. Understand, boy?"

"Yes sir. I'll be reeking, SIR," I responded as I watched him drop his threadbare jeans and stand nearly naked in front of me, strangely leaving his t-shirt on despite the fact that it was drenched in his sweat, his powerful mansmell going directly to my nearly out of control erection.

I could hardly keep my hands off him. He was just simply the hottest hunk of stud I have ever laid eyes on and the longer we were together, the hotter he looked to me.

He opened the kitchen drawer and pulled out the cookie tin where we kept the supply of party favors now replenished on request from former-fuck-buddy-now-friend Jim.

"Here, let's give you a little appetizer, boy," Gus directed as he opened the baggie of crystal and inserted his wet finger.

I opened my mouth and lifted my tongue. After absorbing the bitter contents, I hungrily held onto his finger, sucking and laving on it intensely as though it were his dick. We both moaned at the sensation as he also gave himself a hit.

"Now get to the bathroom, boy, and be knocking at that door in one hour. DO NOT open it until I answer. Got it?"

"Yes sir, got it."

Many enemas later, I was completely cleaned out and now pleasantly soaring on the initial hit of crystal. I'd managed to do exactly as Gus had ordered and couldn't help but take long, deep whiffs of myself as rivulets of sweat poured from my reeking armpits in the overpowering heat. Even though the house had central air, we'd mutually decided to leave it off, preferring our sweat and our smells to an unnaturally cold room.

Before I left, I remembered a little surprise I'd concocted for Gus when I found out he was building something in the barn. I had a pretty good bet of what he was up to, particularly when I sneaked a glance at the "history" of web sites he'd been visiting on our computer. Stuff like leather, bondage, S&M, and a whole assortment of really raunchy, kinky sites that made my heart beat faster in anticipation -- and hopes -- that he'd want to do those things to me..

I went to the closet in the guest bedroom where I knew he never looked and pulled out a leather slave's harness and began putting it on. I'd bought it at a leather shop in Cleveland earlier in the week when he thought I was merely out running errands.

Snapping it in all the appropriate places, I completed the look with a spike studded leather dog collar and a leash I intended to hand him the moment he opened the barn door.

I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed at the transformation. Weeks of heavy farm work had hardened my body to near perfection. My muscles had changed from the fake bar posing kind I'd developed in the gym to the buffed type that only come from heaving bales of straw and bags of fertilizer. A sheen of sweat glistened on my hairy chest, intensified by the deep tan I'd picked up from hours working in the sunny fields each day. I'd kept up the buzzed haircut given to me at the sex club orgy. And the relatively new tattoos on my right bicep and ass looked incredibly hot in contrast to the leather outfit.

And finally, while not as dense as Gus', my own 3 day stubble completed the look of one hot looking pig slave.

I was getting erect just looking at myself.

Winking at myself in the mirror with a grin at my narcissism, I flicked off the light and quickly made my way toward the barn.

I knocked with my fist on the heavy wooden door -- wide enough to allow a tractor to drive through -- and waited.

Nothing.

I knocked again, this time harder and repeatedly.

After an excruciating amount of time, I heard the inside hasp of the door release, and with a loud creak, the door slid on its track to open wide.

When we saw each other, we both gasped in wide eyed wonder.

He was fitted in the hottest leather master's harness I have ever laid eyes on, leading down to his enormously hard cock surrounded by a metal cock ring. His muscles were pumped to the max, with sweat streaming down them from the over heated barn.

But most significantly, I saw a brand new tribal tattoo band now permanently encircling to his left bicep. That explained the tee shirt he'd worn for 3 days. I couldn't believe how hot his tattoo looked as I went into a turned-on stare interrupted only by his deep voice.

"God almighty, boy. Where'd you get that?" He looked me up and down, head to toe, his eyes gleaming in aroused interest. I was thrilled he was surprised with my slave gear and I couldn't have been more amazed by his expert leather master look. I later learned he'd gotten it from the same leather shop I had, on the same day, and apparently, within the same hour, thinking it'd be a good time to go there while I was out doing "errands."

As the saying goes, God is indeed a prankster. More important, Gus and I continued to prove just how uncannily in sync we were with each other.

I instantly knew this was going to be one of our hottest scenes ever.

"This is for you, sir," I said, handing him the leather leash.

"Good boy," he said in his deepest voice which he knew turned me on incredibly. "You've started out well and have pleased your master. Now get your slave ass inside," he ordered as he snapped the leash to my collar and roughly jerked me inside. He left the wide barn door open, allowing at least some semblance of a breeze to drift inside. I noticed the door on the other side was also open, allowing a small cross breeze as Zeus the dog trotted up and joined us inside.

What greeted my eyes once inside was nothing short of remarkable. He'd converted the barn, which had never actually been used for farm animals, into an amazing dungeon, complete with a huge sling in the middle. There were also hanging chains, wooden contraptions with unknown purposes, whips, paddles, you name it. He must have spent a fortune setting this up.

I couldn't help slipping out of my slave persona.

"Damn, Gus, how the hell did you do this? You've never even been to a leather bar. How'd you know?"

He beamed, clearly proud of himself at impressing me.

"The internet's an amazing thing, buddy," he smiled. "There is nothing you can't learn or buy if you just look for it."

"Damn!" I grinned enthusiastically. "This is gonna be fucking incredible!" I was also pretty high from the hit of crystal he'd given me an hour earlier.

"Get on your knees, boy," he commanded, reverting now back to his deep master's voice.

I complied quickly, placing my hands behind me.

"Here. You're gonna need this," he said as he reached for the bag of crystal and planted a big finger tip full at my open and eager mouth.

Taking a large hit himself, he returned the bag to the table of accessories he'd set up and from it, took a pair of black handcuffs. Grabbing my wrists from behind, he jerked them in front of me and cuffed them together. The big man then stood up, where his huge erection was exactly at my mouth level.

I opened my lips and captured his meat, lavishing my tongue around its salty skin, slurping inside his uncircumcised head in hopes of finding a big hit of his cheese. I wasn't disappointed as I knew he hadn't showered since yesterday.

He gripped my head in his strong hands and clamped tightly, beginning to roughly fuck my mouth with his dick, plunging into my throat without any hesitation. I loved it.

As usual, it took him only minutes before he shot an enormous load that simply overwhelmed my ability to swallow. It'd been days since he'd come and I simply couldn't contain it. Sperm shot out of my mouth and down my chin onto my chest faster than I could greedily drink it. And I don't know who was more pissed, him or me, that some of it was wasted.

"You're gonna have to pay for that mistake, cocksucker!" he said quietly in his growling voice. "

"I'm so sorry, sir. I wanted all of your load so bad, sir!" I begged. "It was just so big, sir."

"Well tell you what, slave," he said as he scratched his black 3 day beard stubble. "Let's see how you can make it up to me, then. Start sucking it again, pigboy."

I quickly opened my mouth to capture his still hard cock, trying my best to get him off a second time in a row. Instead, I felt first the trickle and then the stream of his hot piss being directed straight down my throat.

"Miss a drop and I'll punish you big time, slave," he growled, as I desperately tried not to drown in the heavy hosing of salty liquid he was shooting down my throat.

Maybe a part of me did this intentionally, maybe it was simply too much for me to handle, but when I simply couldn't swallow it all, my mouth opened around his dick and piss began streaming down my face and all over my body.

"You FUCKER!" he yelled and he began spurting his piss all over me, splashing every part of my body. I was so hot temperature wise that it actually felt good to have his liquid raining on me. I couldn't help leaning back and reveling in the feeling of Gus' major load of piss directed all over me.

The next thing I knew I was being yanked up and the handcuffs on my wrists were being connected to a big hook hanging from one of the barn rafters. It looked like one of those things that sides of beef hang from and, at the moment, I didn't feel too much different.

"Open your eyes, pig, and look at me!" he commanded. I didn't even realize I'd closed them, I was enjoying this so much.

"Something's been bothering me ever since we started fooling around with each other. I know you let Jim and his buddies gang fuck you and fist you that weekend after we first met. That's how you got those hot tattoos on your arm and your ass. And I know how much you were turned on by that .... so much so that even after getting abused all night, you were still hot for my fist in your ass when you finally dragged your pig ass home that morning."

"But the part that's bothering me is this. I worry about keeping you satisfied, boy. I want you happy and getting as much pig whore sex as you need. And I intend to be the one who gives it to you. I don't want you fantasizing about having your pal Jim and 40 complete strangers fucking your pig ass, so I figure I need to find some pretty fucking far out stuff to do to you to make up for it. I figure I gotta give you everything you need and then some."

Damn, after that speech I was breathless, still hanging there on the hook.

"Is that right, pig? Do I need to give you what you crave?"

"God, sir ..... please, sir .... oh YES!" I moaned.

"And what is it you need, pig?" he demanded.

"Oh sir shit you already give it to me, sir. Your whip slicing into my skin ... your dick fucking my mouth and my ass ... your piss in me and on me ...."

"And what else, slave?" He was hard again. "Come on. Tell me now!"

"My tongue lapping the sweat in your armpits ... your teeth biting into me everywhere, sir, leaving the big hickey bruises that mark me as yours, sir .... your big hands slapping and beating my ass ... and then fisting it, sir. Especially that, sir. I need you to fuck me with your hands and your arms and your elbows and your feet and ......"

"Enough, boy. I got it. But there's more, isn't there? You need more than that, don't you?"

"No sir, when you do those things to me I'm so happy, sir."

"Bullshit. You think about other things, don't you, boy? I can tell. You go off to other places sometimes when my fist is inside you, don't you?"

"No sir ... I...."

"STOP LYING TO ME, BOY!" he yelled, slapping the side of my face hard with his big hand.

"Ummmppphhhh!" I reacted to his blow, feeling flushed and exhilarated all over, but still saying nothing.

He hit me again.

"UMMMMPPHHHHH!" I moaned louder, the second blow even harder. I could feel my dick getting erect, despite the crystal I'd taken. And he saw it too.

"You really like this, don't you boy, he said deeply but softly."

"Ummmmm yeah ... do it again, sir." I mumbled.

"I can't hear you, boy. You really need it rough, don't you?" He slammed his fist against my jaw.

"YES SIR!" I said loudly, tears actually coming down my cheeks now.

"And the harder and the kinkier, the more you like it, don't you?" He hit me again.

"YES SIR!," I shouted, wishing I could grip my hard cock.

"Louder, pig. I want to hear you beg for it."

"PLEASE SIR! HIT ME HARD, SIR!" I shouted.

"No limits, pig slave?" he said as he landed another blow squarely against my jaw and then spat directly in my face.

I answered by trying to lick up his saliva from my cheek.

"Well, slave?" he demanded.

"No limits, sir. Anything you want. Please, sir, I need you so much!"

"Then that's exactly what you will get, boy, because you know what?"

"What, sir?"

"Because I love you more than I've ever loved anything or anybody on this planet. And I intend to keep you fucked and fisted and beaten and happy for the rest of your life, boy, so you will never -- NEVER -- want to mess around with the likes of Jim and his asshole buddies ever again."

"And it just so happens, my sweet little hunky pig," he now said in the most gentle of tones, genuine tears welling his eyes, "that everything you like getting, I love giving even more."

I was speechless. I could only stare intently into his eyes as I saw the purest look of love I have ever seen, reciprocated by the same gaze directed from me.

This was a milestone, even an epiphany. We completely knew each other now.

And right on cue, his look of love was replaced by the most angry looking glare I have also ever seen from him.

"And I'm gonna start showing you how much I fucking love you right fucking now," he growled, slamming the back of his hand against my jaw one more time before walking behind me.

Cranks were turning and I felt myself being lowered from the hook until my arms could be lowered to their natural state. Gus pulled a key attached to one of the chains on his harness and unlocked the handcuffs.

"Don't move, fucker, and do exactly as I say," he ordered.

He led me over to the sling hanging dead square in the middle of the barn and half lifted me on my back into it. As he slid my ankles into the cuffs at one end, he attached locks to each that would prevent me from moving them whatsoever.

"I'm gonna leave your hands free, asshole, so you can feed yourself poppers," he said. "But if you do anything other than that with your hands, such as even think about touching your cock, I'll truss you up like a stuck pig. Which is what you are. Got it?"

"Yes sir," I breathed heavily, my heart pounding in sexual rush.

He opened a new bottle of poppers and handed it to me, scooting a small metal table over beside him. I saw him reach into a tin and emerge with a hand full of a greenish looking gel. "Take a hit, pig. I don't have time to fuck around with warming you up. I need to abuse your ass right now."

I did as he told me, quietly thrilled that he was going to make things rough and raw for me.

I felt his hand pushing at my relaxed anus and immediately knew that this was not Crisco being forced inside me. It started out as an incredibly cold sensation against my ass lips and then, as he pushed more and more of it inside me, it became fiery hot, turning my ass into a burning, churning furnace.

My eyes opened wide to the sensation and I could see he got the reaction he was looking for.

"You like that, huh, boy?" he grinned. "This shit's gonna set your innards on fire while I finger it deeper and deeper inside you. And by the way, I mixed some of the C in it as well...just cause I love you."

I still wasn't sure whether I loved or hated the stuff, At this point it was a tossup between either trying to shoot the stuff out or start begging for more.

I decided to go the known and welcome path.

"Please sir .... give me your fist now. I need it in me, sir."

"You're gonna get that and more, fucker," he scowled. "Take another hit and give me some too."

I did as commanded, and as we both started zoning on the rush of the brand new bottle of poppers, his hand plopped inside me almost effortlessly. We both groaned loudly at the warm sensation.

He pulled completely out and quickly pushed back in, giving me a welcomed repeat of the same sensation of getting fisted for the first time. No matter what other fisting action we might do, this was always my favorite time ... when his hand plants itself inside me for the first time.

Only this time, I quickly realized the inherent benefit of being suspended in a sling with long lengths of chains from the barn rafters.

As his fisting grew more aggressive, the sling began to swing back and forth, the momentum of it beginning to do most of the work as Gus simply stood still, his wrist and most of his forearm sliding in and out. Occasionally, he'd punch it a little harder, increasing the swinging action, and increasing the depth his arm was plunging inside me.

"How do you like this, buddy?" Gus asked. "You like swinging on my big fuckin' arm?"

"Ummmm yeahhhh," I groaned, really into this newest of sensations in my ass. The combination of the menthol gel and being swung through the air into his fist had me on a fast track to nirvana. "Do it harder, sir. Really get me going on your arm, sir."

"You got it," he moaned himself, clearly turned on to the sight of his hairy arm slicing in and out of my equally hairy asshole.

His free hand reached for the poppers and he took a heavy hit, handing it back to me. I did likewise, knowing that the intensity level was about to be raised a notch or two.

"Ummmppppppffff!" he heaved, plunging the full force of his arm roughly inside me. The sling shot higher than it had yet and in the milliseconds it took to let gravity do its thing, I felt his arm plunging even deeper inside me on the downswing.

He did it again, punching deep inside me only to await an even deeper plunge when the swing returned.

We were both shouting each other's names, me begging for even harder and deeper action, and Gus calling me every vile whore name he could think of. Soaring on the crystal and the poppers and the enormous visual attraction to each other, we were having the time of our lives.

And then I had that feeling again of being watched. I opened my eyes and saw the same sight I'd seen that day at Fist Lake. Gus' brother Con, standing there, this time with his hard dick out, his hand jacking it as he watched us.

Gus saw him at the same time.

"We gotta have a talk about your timing, brother," Gus said, keeping his arm inside me. "You seem to have this thing about showing up at the damndest times."

"Well," he stammered a little, obviously uncomfortable but still stroking his huge piece of meat. "I actually came here to apologize, Gustavos," Con replied. "I felt really bad about having that fight and then fucking you and pissing on you and your.... uh......"

He didn't know what to call me.

"Enough said, brother," Gus interrupted. "But I see I must have been right about you getting a hardon watching me fist my boy here."

"It's been fucking driving me crazy, Gus. Hell ... you know I've got a wife and three kids, for Christ sake, and all I've been able to think about the past two weeks was how you used to suck my dick when we were in high school and then how hot that scene was between the two of you. Christ, you had your whole fucking arm in this guy. And this man of your's .... I don't even know his name. He don't look like no fucking fag. He's a stud. He looks like he could whip both of our asses at the same time."

"His name is Blake. But for right now, his name is pig or slave or boy or whatever crap name you want to call him," Gus replied, his arm beginning to pump itself into me again. "I'll introduce you properly if and when we're ever done here ... I happen to love him a lot, by the way ... but right now you've got a hard on and I've got a slave in a sling who wants some real abuse. Don't you pig?

"YES SIR!" I shouted."

"Damn!" Con said, stroking his dick a little faster.

"Like do you need a fucking engraved invitation?" Gus yelled. "Come over here and fuck his mouth. He likes it that way."

Con walked behind me and I needed no instructions. Leaning my head back and opening my mouth wide, he slipped it right in against my clamping lips.

"Now fuck it, Connie," Gus instructed. "Just use his mouth like a pussy. You can go as deep and be as rough as you want and he'll just like it even better."

Con grabbed my head in his two big work-muscled hands and started slowly, then picking up steam as he fucked my head. At the same time, Gus regained his speed and rhythm from before and began plunging his forearm in and out of me, emitting brutal grunts each time he forced himself inside me. I was in absolute pig heaven as these two powerful Greek brothers used my body for our three-way pleasure.

Then seemingly only minutes later, Con shouted a loud "TAKE IT, FUCKER!" and began shooting a hot, thick, and copious loud into my mouth. This time I didn't miss a drop. And the speed with which he came this first time confirmed that he was, indeed, Gus' brother.

As Con pulled out of my mouth, I tried unsuccessfully to keep his dick in me, the taste of his uncut cock was just that wonderful to me. At the same time, Gus began to withdraw his arm from my ass and I thought, for just a brief crystal-enhanced moment, that I was going to cry.

"Please .... don't stop!" I shouted. "Give me more, Sirs .... PLEASE!"

"Stop your whining, slave," Gus snarled. "We've just begun what my brother and I are gonna do to your pig ass. Come over here, Con. I wanna show you something," said Gus.

"Wanna see what it feels like to put your fist in the hottest ass that ever walked?"

"Damn!" Con said, his eyes fixed widely on my shamelessly spreadeagled legs in the sling. "I never dreamed I'd like looking at a guy's ass, but right now, this one is fucking turning me on. That is one hot fucking hairy asshole."

"Here, do some of this first," Gus said, reaching for the baggy of crystal and placing his wet finger inside.

"What's this?" Con asked.

"It's called C, brother. It just makes you wanna fuck forever. Your dick's gonna get soft, but who needs a dick when you got a pig slave who's begging for your arm planted up his hole."

"Well ... to tell you the truth, I came over here hoping we'd do some more of the queer sex stuff, now that I know my little brother's into that shit. Even told the wife we were gonna go night fishing and not to expect me home until tomorrow."

"So take a hit and let's get down to abusing this pig," Gus replied, inserting his coated finger under Con's tongue and letting his older brother absorb the contents. He then came around to me and gave me yet another big hit before taking another himself.

This was gonna get interesting.

Married to Fist Chapter 6

Gus sloshed a bit hit of the green gel on Con's hand and wrist and stood back.

"Go ahead, bro .... stick your hand in his ass. Just take it slow t first and let his ass do the work. You got a big fucking hand and I don't want him hurt."

I felt Con's fingers approaching my ass lips and I let out a deep sign of turned on content. He pushed first one, then two, then three and four fingers effortlessly into me, causing his own loud groan of amazement.

"Fuck! It's so loose and warm!" Con exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like this!"

"Put it in me, sir!" I begged. "Give me your whole fucking hand, sir!"

I felt the momentary pain pressure of his knuckles knocking on my back door and then the plop of his entire huge hand bursting inside. We both let out loud grunts of pleasure.

"Damn, this feels good," Con said. "I can see why you like it, Gustavos. His hairy ass looks so fucking hot sucking at my wrist. And I can't get over how much of a man he is. This ain't no swishy faggot."

"Yeah, Connie. Gay men come in all shapes and sizes ...just look at me," Gus said. I was incredibly proud of him at that moment.

"But for now, just fist him," Gus said excitedly. "Push it in and out. Pretend it's your big dick fucking him. He likes it rough and hard. Fuck! I love watching you do this to him."

Con picked up the tempo, now slamming most of his forearm in and out of me at rapid speed. It was a little rough and raw for me, but what he lacked in skill, he more than made up in beginner's enthusiasm.

I took a big hit of poppers and handed them back to Gus, who stuck the bottle under Con's nose and then took a strong hit himself.

"Let me in there too, brother," Gus said to Con, both of them rushing on the poppers.

I felt another hand sliding in next to Con's and I did my best to relax my asshole to let him in. The poppers reappeared in my hand and I quickly took several hits to get myself ready and loose.

There was momentary pressure, then pain, and then a sudden plop as Gus' hand slipped itself inside next to his brother's.

"GODDAMN!" Con exclaimed. "How the fuck can he take that?"

"He loves it, man. Don't you, pig?" Gus shouted.

"Ummmmmmm ...... ohhhhhhhhh.... FUCK ME SIRS!" I yelled.

I felt them grasp their hands together deep inside me and begin a co-joined series of thrusts that literally was leaving me breathless. I'd been double fisted before, but it had never felt this incredibly satisfying. I looked up and saw the two of them kissing deeply, exchanging tongues and spit into each other's stubbled faces. Rather than feel hurt or jealous, I thought 'what an incredibly erotic sight!' Maybe the thoughts of these two stud brothers enjoying my ass at the same time had something to do with it. All I knew, though, was that this fuck was one I never wanted to end.

At some point, one of their hands was replaced by a hard dick that was immediately grasped by the hand that remained. Moments later, a loud grunt came from one of the brothers as the other jacked his cum deep in my hungry hole. That was quickly replaced by an exchange of hands and hard cocks and the other brother now gripped his sibling's hard meat deep inside my gripping butt. After just a few minutes of this incredible action, he shouted loudly and began shooting hard spurts of cum inside me, his brother still jacking him off to our mutual pleasure.

They pulled out, leaving me hanging there, cum dripping from my gaping hole, and still begging to be filled with their fists.

"Don't stop yet, sirs .... PLEASE .... I need some more, SIRS!" I shouted.

"Shut up, slave," Gus sneered, reveling in his role as master. "You'll get more when I'm ready to give you more."

I smiled to myself, aware he was showing off a little for his slightly older brother.

Suddenly I felt something cold and wet at my asslips and realized that Zeus the dog was first sniffing at and then starting to lick away at the combination of cum and lube now profusely dripping out of me. I was first startled and then quickly turned on by the sandpapery sensation of the great dane's enormous tongue now eagerly slurping its way all around and inside my well fucked hole.

"Shit, would you look at that!" Con said.

"Yeah, bro, that is pretty fucking hot, isn't it?" Gus replied, an edge to his voice that told my experienced ears that he was hatching an idea. "And looks like our hunky pig boy's getting off on it, too, doesn't it?"

"Is that right, boy? You gettin' off on this big stud dog lapping at your hungry hole?" Gus taunted.

"Ummmmmmm, yeahhh, sir. Never had a tongue that big rimming me before, sir," I moaned, now squirming in the sling on the enormous tongue now freely slurping itself deep inside my hole.

"And look at Zeus," Con grinned. "Goddamn! Look at that hardon. Shit, it's a lot bigger than either one of us!"

"I have an idea," Gus said. "Help me get him out of the sling and over to that bench."

They quickly unstrapped my legs from the sling and helped lift my unsteady feet to the floor. I was high and incredibly turned on and unhappy to lose that big dog tongue inside me.

They led me over to a low rise padded bench, the kind I'd used many times at the gym for preacher curls. Its legs had been lowered to only about 2 feet off the floor, though, and the two lowered me face down over it, my head down near the floor so that my ass was sticking up in the air maybe another foot. Hands grabbed my arms and handcuffed them to the base of the bench and I felt my eyes being covered by a leather blindfold stretched over my head.

"I want you blind for this, buddy," Gus said. "I just want you to lay there and just concentrate on taking whatever happens at your ass. You got it?"

"Yeahhh.... please sir .... give me your fist again," I moaned.

"Sure, baby, you'll get my fist again. And Con's too. But wouldn't you rather have a little more tongue action from Zeus first?"

"Ummmmm.... oh yeahhhh..... I need it bad, sir!" I begged.

I heard Gus call the dog over and immediately felt that incredible tongue once again planted at my backside. In this position, I could squirm my ass a little more on it, and as poppers appeared at my nose, I quickly realized I needed more than just a tongue at this point.

And then it hit me. Literally. I felt the dog's hairy paws planted on my shoulders and his hot breath at the back of my neck. And in only seconds I was feeling an enormous girth pressing against my backside.

I was torn between shock and horny hunger as I realized I was about to be fucked by a dog. As high as I was, a part of me was deeply embarrassed that my lover and his brother were watching this total act of depravity on my part. But then the knowledge that they'd intentionally set this up that I had no say over what was being done to me -- that this was something Gus wanted to see me do made it suddenly okay. Even more than okay. Hot. Very hot.

Especially when I felt Gus' hand guiding the dog's dick inside me.

"Goddamn!" Con kept saying. "He fucking taking it all."

"Yeahhhhh," Gus moaned. "This is so fucking hot, ain't it!"

But their words were lost on me as I concentrated on relaxing my ass and accepting the rough fuck that began before I was ready for its huge girth and length.

I immediately realized that this was an animal a beast who was fucking me to please himself instincts taking over having no care or concern about how hard. Just fast, mean, and rough.

The way I like it.

Poppers appeared at my nose and I breathed deeply, finally just giving myself into the act of being fucked by the biggest dick I'd ever taken. I started grunting and moaning, pushing back, marveling in the rapid piston drives hitting my prostrate. As uncertain as I'd initially been about this, I was now loving it. Begging for more. Grunting loudly with each powerful thrust, yelling for the dog to go harder, deeper, faster.

Until I felt yet another push at my hole that initially hurt. But only seconds later it plopped inside and I screamed out in absolute thrilling pleasure. I didn't know what had happened. In fact, I first thought one of the men had stuck his hand inside me as well.

"Look he's locked with him. Shit! He's stuck up there!" Con exclaimed.

"Yep he's tied to his bitch so he can shoot all his fucking spooge up that pig hole," Gus moaned, clearly as turned on as he'd ever been.

"How's that feel, pig?" Gus shouted. "How's it feel to be this big fucking dog's bitch boy?"

"Ummmmmmm ... so good, sir....." I managed. The combination of Zeus' cum flooding my guts and his inability to pull out of me made me feel like I was getting a hot enema from a huge butt plug. It was incredible!

We were stuck there for a long time as Gus and Con quietly held and petted the dog, keeping him reasonably calm until his knot came back down. I was still beyond hot, squirming my butt on his engorged organ, not wanting it to ever leave me.

But finally, with a soft plop, it made its exit, and immediately, Zeus was off me and happily trotting out of the barn, probably to go somewhere, lick his big dick clean, and take a well deserved nap.

"How you doing, Blake buddy?" Gus asked, his face only inches from my still blindfolded one. He planted a single soft kiss on my cheek. "You okay?"

"Shit, Gus, more than okay!" I exclaimed. "That was so fucking hot! I could do that over and over again and never get enough of that big thing inside me!"

"After all that you're still horny for more?" Con asked incredulously.

"Once he gets going, he's insatiable, aren't you baby?" Gus said, an element of pride in his voice. "You still wanting' more, buddy? Your ass still hungry for something to fuck it hard and wild?"

"OH YEAH!..... please, sir!" I squirmed my ass on the bench, still unable to move my handcuffed arms. "I need more, sir .... PLEASE, SIR!"

"Take his handcuffs off and get him back in the sling on his stomach while I go get something," Gus said to Con.

Moments later I was back in the sling, this time face down, as I felt the chains being lowered until I was just inches above the barn floor. My legs were spreadeagled even more, widely exposing them to the two brothers' view and hopefully their hard use and abuse. Still blindfolded, Gus' fingers appeared at my mouth and I opened, taking another big hit of the crystal. I could hear the quiet exchange of Gus and Con also taking more hits. A bottle of poppers appeared in my now-free hands and Gus whispered for me to use them as much as I wanted.

"What are the beach chairs for?" I heard Con ask Gus.

"Slide your's up here next to mine just under slave boy and I'll show you something else you've never seen before."

"Take a good hit of poppers, boy," Gus ordered.

As the rush hit me, I felt something pressing against my sloppy ass and I knew from experience it was his foot.

"Damn!" Con said. "I never even thought about doing that."

"He loves it, don't you pig boy?" Gus said.

"Yeahhhhhhh ... give me your big foot, sir," I moaned as most of it slid a little too easily up my squirming butt, still filled to capacity with both dog and man cum.

"Now watch this, brother," Gus said, a definite edge of turned on excitement in his voice.

He kicked his foot forcefully into my backside, causing the entire sling to swing forward. As it did, his foot slid almost all the way out only to be slammed back again by the momentum of the downswing.

"Take some more poppers, boy. We're gonna go for a long hard ride," Gus commanded. "Con, grab that whip over there and give him something else to think about."

As the newest wave of poppers filled my senses with the incredibly fulfilling rush of his foot fuck, the first delicious blow of the whip slashed across my back.

I screamed, arching my back and ass for more.

"Give it to him harder, Connie. He likes it rough."

The second blow showed me he now meant business. I yelled even louder, begging the two of them to give me everything they had and they responded with full force.

For an indeterminable period, everything just fused together with no sense of time or place as I danced to the tune of the whip and my lover's foot deeply thrusting in and out of me. I simply couldn't get enough. I was wildly bucking back for more. I was on another plane, living only for the immediate rush of pain and pleasure inexorably merged into one massive sensation.

And then it all stopped.

"NO!" I yelled. "PLEASE DON'T STOP! PLEASE .... MORE, SIRS!"

I heard whispering behind me and the shuffle of the chairs on the concrete floor.

"Take a big hit of poppers, boy," Gus said slowly, his voice tense with excitement. Even in my uncontrolled state, I could tell he was soaring right up there along with me.

More whispering.

And then I felt something else knocking at my backdoor and immediately knew that I was about to get a second foot in me. Con's. Or at least they were going to give it a try. Not even I was sure I could take both of their size 12's, but I sure as hell wanted to try.

"Just take it slow and let him do the work," Con said to Gus. "Just keep a slow steady pressure and he'll just suck it right it, won't you, pig boy?"

"Hmmmmmm....uhhhhhhhhh......ohhhhhhh...." was all I could manage in response. I took yet another hit of poppers and waited for the inevitable zone of otherworldly skill ... a place where my ass could expand to unimaginable widths and depths ... a place where the vortex of filled-to-the-gills pleasure consumed my very being.

"FUCKING INCREDIBLE!" Con yelled as his foot suddenly popped through and slid right along that of his brother. And before I could react with my own scream, the whip again lashed savagely across my shoulder, eliciting one of double volume and intensity.

"God, I never knew my foot could feel so good!" Con exclaimed. "It's like getting a blow job on your toes!"

Together, the two feet began a slow pump, testing the pliability of my super-stretched anus, making sure it wasn't going to suddenly rip open. As I moaned in pleasure and squirmed my ass backward, they picked up speed and within minutes, began a rapid pistoning, swinging me wildly in the sling, the whip again kissing my skin on every return swing back.

They foot-fucked me for a long time, popping beers a couple of times during the period. Time was now a concept I couldn't and didn't want to grasp. All I know was that as long as they were inside me and their blows were raining down on my skin, I was happy. Absolutely thrilled beyond description or mere emotion. They'd taken me to the edge and kept me perilously close to it. This was as good as it could get.

For now at least.

When they finally pulled out of me, I was exhausted, but amazingly still hungry for more. The combination of the crystal, the poppers, and my own insatiable need to be fucked and abused just simply couldn't stand the thought of such a incredible scene coming to an end.

Strong hands helped me up and took off the blindfold. I looked at them and could tell they'd been through an equally intense experience. Sweat literally poured off each of our bodies and I immediately felt the need to taste their incredibly buff bodies.

I began licking Gus' heaving pecs, slurping at the sweat like a man dying of thirst. I moved over to Con and began the same process. Slowly, the three of us fell to the floor as I kneeled over them and hungrily dove for their armpits, sucking in the sweat and the smells just as enthusiastically as I had the poppers.

Fuck -- their pits were better than poppers!

I moved down their chests and bellies, siphoning the rivers of sweat that were pouring down their muscled abs and into their drenched pubic hairs. I rapidly moved from one brother to the next, losing sense of which was which. The smell of their crotches was even more of a turnon than their armpits had been and as I began sucking on the crystal-softened dicks, I realized how badly I needed to drink. Not just liquid, but their liquids.

I looked up at Gus' face and our gazes instantly communicated what I wanted. In seconds, he started gushing his hot beer piss directly into my mouth, giving me the drink I so desperately needed at this point. He had a strong, long load to give me and I didn't miss a drop.

Minutes later, Con was pouring his own healthy load of piss straight down my throat as I happily moaned and gurgled at both the wonderful taste and the subservience of the act itself.

We lay there for several minutes, simply reveling in the sensation of three well satisfied men. We'd each done a lot of crystal and poppers, though, so it was inevitable that hands would again appear at my ass and with my eyes closed, I didn't even know or care which one they belong to.

"Fist him real slow and gentle, brother, while I get the next surprise ready," Gus said, revealing Con as the owner of the hand that was now three-quarters inside me with virtually no effort.

"Ummmmmm yeahhhhhhh," I moaned, again becoming turned on with the new attention on my ass. I was lying on my back, my legs spread wide like a slut in heat, reveling in the fact that by now, my man pussy had to be as sloppy and loose as an all night whore's.

Con was soon slowly fucking his entire hand and wrist in and out of me, punching it in and out ever so gently, making me swoon in pleasure with the contrast of the previous rough and brutal foot fucking they'd just given me.

"Get him up and handcuff him again to the rafter chains," Gus said, now standing over me.

Quickly, I was lifted up and again trussed up on the chain. I was getting tired and I didn't know how long I could stand it this way. But my ass still craved the hand that had been pulled out of me and I couldn't help but beg for its return.

"Please put it back, sir," I said to Con. "Please keep fucking me like you were."

Con grinned widely, pleased he was having such an effect on me.

"You got it, stud," he smiled. "Gus, let's lower him down some so I can sit on the floor and give it to him easier."

The chains were lowered and suddenly my tired muscles were no longer under such strain. Con got down on his knees and immediately planted his big paw at my gaping asshole and plunged it in to my loud moan of thanks.

Minutes later, I heard an odd noise and opened my eyes, seeing Gus standing in front of me holding what was clearly a branding iron inside the flame of an acetylene torch.

I shuddered at what I knew was inevitable.

"You know what this is, boy?" Gus asked.

"It's a branding iron, sir," I replied, already turned on at the thoughts of what was going to happen.

"No, boy, it's a lot more than that," he said seriously, staring me directly in the eyes. "It's a symbol. It's my family brand, used all the way back to our ranch in Greece. It says you belong to me. Forever. That's what this is, boy."

"I uhhhh I don't know what to say," I stammered, still squirming on Con's fisting, which was now easily plunging itself in and out of my ass.

"You can answer two different ways, Blake," Gus replied, surprising me a little that he used my name. "You can say 'yes, I'm ready to belong to you and your brand' or you can say 'no, I need some more time.' Either way won't change the way I love you, baby."

I took a deep breath and made my decision.

"Brand me, Gus. Make me belong to you forever, sir," I said.

Con had stopped fisting me but had kept his arm inside me. God help me, but I couldn't help thrusting back on it for more.

"My brother's fist in you is the witness to what we're doing here, Blake. While I hadn't planned on having a witness, Con's being here is like meant to be. And as I brand you, he's gonna let you know that you're a part of his family too. That right, Constantine?"

"Shit, yeah, brother," Con replied, now pushing his forearm into me at least halfway to the elbow. I shuddered but pushed back in hopes of getting more. "You wear my family's brand, boy -- you'll be my brother too," Con said.

"You ready?" Gus asked me, holding the now white-hot brand in front of my face. I could feel its heat almost scorching my beard stubble.

"Yes, sir, do it. Make me a Savos."

He put the torch out and down and with the brand still in his hand, held an open bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I inhaled like my life depended on it.

And then, quickly, with no mercy...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he plunged the Cyrillic Greek letter for "s" onto my right pec. I could smell the scorching of hair and skin and could hear the sizzle of my skin searing in the intense heat of the iron rod.

Simultaneously, Con plunged his arm inside me all the way to his elbow, making me feel like a second burning rod had been thrust all the way up into my intenstines at the same time.

It was an excruciatingly intense experience that can likely never be equaled for as long as I live.

And then it was over. My heart was racing a thousand beats a minute but it was over. No pain, no hurt, nothing. Just an intense but welcome heat surrounding my chest and an equally intense feeling of being filled with Con's huge arm plunged deep inside me.

Gus placed the branding iron on the concrete and leaned over to my chest, planting a soft kiss on the now-permanent brand above my nipple.

"You are mine forever, buddy," he said gently, lifting up to give me a long kiss that had me gasping for air "and I will love you forever."

He then looked down at his brother, seeing his arm in me now past the elbow and grinned.

"You got room in there for one more," he smiled impishly at me.

"Why you asking me?" I grinned back. "That ass belongs to you now."

"Good boy," he smiled. "Very good boy."

Minutes later the two Savos brothers were double fisting their new husband, brother, slave, pig, boy, cocksucker, and partner.

And I was the happiest guy alive.