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

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

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


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


Chapter 1

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


Married to Fist
Chapter 2

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


Married to Fist
Chapter 3

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


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


Married to Fist
Chapter 4

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


Married to Fist
Chapter 5

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


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

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

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


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


Married to Fist
Chapter 6

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