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It had been a long time since Teddy was freaked out about sex with his daddies. But he was a little bit afraid right now. Turned on, and in full submissive slut mode, he was horny as hell. But clearly his daddies had plans for him. He was cuffed into the sling, blindfolded, and the part that worried him was they had put big sensory deprivation headphones on him, playing a low fuck-me techno best. Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill were meticulous planners of certain aspects of their sexual adventures; in his five years of getting used by these men, all these signs pointed to a painful good time to come. He knew that whatever it was would combine pain and pleasure—he just never quite knew what that combination would be. He suspected it was some new twisted variation of Bill’s signature comet—his huge balled fist and arm covered in a thin layer of crisco and finely powdered Tina. Daddy Bill called it a comet because it burned your insides like a flaming comet as he rammed his big fist all the way inside you, through as many of your holes as had been opened by one or the other of the daddies. But within seconds the burning stopped hurting and became an overwhelming desire to get fistfucked hard. Usually within seconds whatever pig lucky enough to be treated to a comet ride would be bucking and groaning begging to be used hard by Dady Bill’s big fist, stretching their own holes out all around his muscle arms. He had been in Daddy Bill’s hands since he had come into the basement playroom. Daddy Bill kept his wrists bound and tits clamped, and made Teddy nurse on his big cock while he gave Teddy three giant enemas. Teddy had wondered again about the wisdom of his being in a relationship with both men at once—the cross pollination of Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill’s perversions was becoming increasingly evident. Sadism and beatings had been a Daddy Bill thing, but his body bore expert witness to how much Mark enjoyed it; the enemas Daddy Bill administered to his ass brought Teddy’s total that night to like eight, after those Daddy Mark gave him at home. The enemas humiliated him—that was part of the point—and emphasized how both men controlled his body completely. Bill, especially, loved to plug the enema inside Teddy with his big balled fist and then apply slight pressure to stretch Teddy’s asshole. He loved it when he made Teddy lose control and clean water shot out around his big paw into the claw-footed iron bathtub he kept in the corner of his playroom. Teddy squirmed and moaned, flying high. He was in the sling, his cuffs restraining him in place. If he were thinking, he would realize that his daddies always started feeding his pig hole a little too much Tina when they wanted him to loose control. At that moment though all he cared about was getting more hard, delicious punches from Daddy Bill’s meaty paw. Bill lodged his fist all the way inside the second hole of the much smaller man, and leaned over to kiss Teddy hard. He had removed the headphones but had kept the boy blindfolded—Teddy was too smart for his own good and would overthink things, and the blindfold made him focus more on the only thing that mattered at that moment: the stretch his big muscle daddy was giving his boy hole. “God I love you Teddy, my precious baby boy,” he said, pushing and pulling his fist deep inside him. “I love how smart you are and I love to see your pretty mouth locked around my cock, guzzling on my piss,” he said, “But I really love how deep you let me take your little boy hole.” As he said that last, he quested deeper and carefully smoothed his fist out, delivering the 1/4 gram of tina he’d kept hidden in it for the last several minutes, using his fingers to lightly push it into Teddy’s Sigmund colon. Teddy hissed, then bucked up and tried to do everything he could to take more of Bill’s muscular arm as deep as it would go. Matty was at that moment thinking he had died and gone to pig heaven. When he had first gone up to talk to the men last night, he had been most interested in Daddy Bill. He’d hooked up with hot silvery daddies many times in Austin, but men like Bill usually only wanted other muscle men. He’d been thrilled to learn from Teddy that Daddy Bill was into twinks. And he’d been even more thrilled when Bill invited him home, promising that Daddy Mark would be coming later specifically to have sex with him. One daddy looked like a fucking Colt model while the other one fulfilled every older-daddy fantasies he’d been having since he was twelve. It was like a fucking daddy jackpot! Matty grunted, squirming, as Daddy Mark gave him yet another wild ride on the huge dildo. It had a huge head. “Gonna give you a sample of what your Daddy Bill’s huge fist feels like,” Daddy Mark had said as he slipped it in. It was fucking huge, “Bill will stretch you more than that,” Daddy Mark had promised. His approach was almost clinical. While Daddy Bill’s approach felt spontaneous, with lots of nipping and biting and random deep kisses, Daddy Mark was simply obsessed with stretching Matty’s hole deep. He only hurt Matty when he wanted access to some deeper place or wanted to stretch with a harder fuck. The big toy was filling his inner hole completely, and Daddy Mark was trying to push the huge head into his inner chamber. It was going in a little, but not going far. Matty couldn’t believe his hole muscles had any resistance left—it had felt like Daddy Mark had fucked him for hours earlier with the crazy-shaped dildo—it was like three, increasingly larger but plugs stacked—until he was literally squelching around the thing. Daddy Mark looked down at the kid and admired the way the big head of the dildo bulged his perfect flat stomach out. Fuck the little man was a prize. He was so fucking beautiful, his shiny hair wet from sweat, his perfectly shaped pecs rising as he panted. And he was a perfect goddamn pain pig, and while he probably would never ever be as big an ass pig as his boy Teddy, the kid clearly loved getting his hole used. Suddenly Mark was consumed with an overwhelming lust to take the rest of that sweet, sweet, hole. Keeping the big toy lodged up the kids shoot, he lubed up finger and then rolled it around in the Tina powder. He’d stopped measure out lines when he started using the toy. The boy needed to be fucked up for what was to come. He slide his finger in around the big toy, shooting in fast and quick, and the tried to get as much Tina as he could around the underside of the big head. When the kid’s inner ring closed around the head, he’d get a small taste of what it felt like when his boy hole closed around a man’s balled up, Tina-coated, fist. Matty moaned and tried to settle himself down around the toy and push it deeper. Seeing the kid was ready, Mark grabbed the Matty’s balls and squeezed hard, Matty opened up, and the big head slid into Matty’s inner ring. Matty gave a sharp short scream and then moaned, “Fuuuuck me daddy,” he pleaded. Mark held the toy still, waiting on the kid to feel the Tina he’d put behind the giant head. Matty’s eyes got wide, the beautiful grey hours ago replaced with the dilated black of a chemsex pig, and he hissed at the burn. As he began to chant, “Please Daddy Mark, take me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Mark slowly slid the toy forward as far as he could and Matty begged him for more. Marl slowly pulled the head out of the kid’s inner hole, and glancing over to see Teddy on his back in the iron bathrobe his hole getting a deep, deep enema from Bill’s latest new device he realized it was time: this sweet-faced beauty needed his hole open and a little achy. “You’re getting fucked, boy” Mark said slapping Matty’s face and starting a slow but steady fuck of the boys inner hole, sliding the big head in and out, in and out. Matty just smiled, his face dreamy from the euphoria of his first deep fuck.

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Teddy stood in the corner of Bill’s basement playroom. He was tightly bound with his hands at his sides, a chain from the ceiling attached to his padded collar the only thing helping him keep balance. His body was striped evenly, all around, from shoulders to the soles of his feet, the welts from the nylon whip Daddy Mark had used on him at home aching slightly, and hurting at places where the rope binding him intersected with a welt. Teddy was gagged tight. His nipples were clamped, pulled tight and hard by the small weighs attached to the chain tying them together. He was rock hard—right before they left home Daddy Mark had injected him with 50 units of trimix so it would be easier for him to use a little whip all around his cock and balls, Teddy’s scream’s delighting him. He held is upper body was still as he could, a long thick dildo deep in his guts. “Daddy Bill wants to use your hole hard tonight, boy,” Daddy Mark whispered, slipping his rock hard cock between Teddy’s sore asschecks. In their home playroom Mark had bound Teddy’s arms to his sides after taking his arms down from the St Andrew’s cross he had been attached to while being whipped. “He wants your hole to flame like a comet before you beg us to punch you.” Teddy shuddered, remembering the intense pain and pleasure of ridding one of Daddy Bill’s signature comets. “Told him it would be my pleasure to soften you up,” Mark grunted, spewing a big load of cum into Teddy’s chute. Mark kept his cock inside Teddy’s guts, moving around until he paused and Teddy felt the familiar warm tingle of a big load of chempiss squirting into his guts. Slapping Teddy’s cheeks hard to make him clench, Mark pulled his softening cock out of Teddy’s ass. He reached down and applied some lube to a big but plug and shoved it home, making Teddy groan and squirm. Attaching big titclamps to Teddy’s nipples, he leaned in and gave Teddy a rough case, “You know I love you, boy,” Mark said, reaching down and squeezing Teddy’s swollen balls, “I hurt you because I love you.” “You look like the hottest little candy cane with those gorgeous stripes,” Daddy Bill had chuckled when Teddy, arms bound to his side, nipples aching as the chain between the clamps bounced, walked carefully down into Bill’s basement playroom. Mark walked behind Teddy, naked except for a leather vest, his cock rock hard, accentuated by the silver cock ring he wore, his wiry, muscly, yoga arms out making sure Teddy didn’t fall. He guided Teddy to a corner of the room, where there was a shower, big old claw-foot bathtub, and toilet. Daddy Bill called it the enema station, but Teddy knew it was also a place where both men delighted in humiliating him, showing him he had no privacy or control of his own hole. Matty watched the show bound and gagged too, his ankles and wrists attached to the spreader bar by a pair of padded cuffs. Matty’s back was striped, having been given 50 stripes from an nylon whip about 20 minutes prior. His cock had also been shot full of his first dose of trimex, and his balls were tightly bound with a piece of rawhide that wrapped up and around his cock, the black leather showcasing the red stripes on his darkish blue-black cock and balls. Bill had whipped his cock and balls hard, and his cock pulsed and ached in memory of how hard he had screamed as Bill tested Matty’s limits as a painpig. Matty also had a fresh load of chempiss plugging his hole, and he was learning what it was to get high on coke chempiss when your eyes were already black from an enormous booty bump of Tina that was delivered by an enormous muscle hand inside your ass. Daddy Bill stood in front of Teddy. He leaned down and nibbled on a welt that ran across Teddy’s taunt, hard, little pecs. Teddy hissed, and Mark laughed and licked the stripe. Bill reached up and removed Teddy’s gag, smothering Teddy’s beautiful full pink lips with his own huge mouth. “My fist is gonna make you scream tonight,” he said seriously, “Scream in pain and in pleasure.” Teddy groaned and Bill slapped him hard, “What do you say when one of your daddy’s offers to hurt you, baby boy,” “Thank you, Daddy,” Teddy breathed.” “That’s more like it,” Bill said, “Now get over this toilet and we’re going to get that chempiss out of you.” Daddy Mark, his hard cock jutting out swollen with from desire walked over to Matty. Reaching down, he twisted Matty’s nipples before removing his gag. “Daddy Bill says you got a sweet mouth, kid,” Mark said, “Show my hard cock what you can do.” Matty settled in, sucking Mark’s cock with gusto, while Mark slapped his head and twisted his nipples. The abuse only made him suck more enthusiastically, feeling Mark’s thickness increase in his mouth. There hadn’t been a lot of fluid left in Teddy’s ass, after riding 20 minutes, plugged and bound in the backseat of their big BMW X7. Daddy Mark always complained the car was too big, much preferring to drive the bright blue M4 coupe he had bought Teddy for his 30th birthday: parking the big SUV around town was a bitch. But the bigger car had real third row seat, the buttery leather upholstery covered with a vinyl cover. Hidden by the dark glass of the back windows, it was a discrete way for a respected partner at a major law firm to transport his naked and bound boy, the boy himself a rising member of the local LGBTQ mental-health community. Neither of whom should be seen accidentally in this position. Teddy wasn’t ashamed of his kinks, at least not any more, his colleagues and friends knew he was the submissive in a triangle with two men. But some things were better left unseen. Besides, Teddy’s relationship to his body was still a work in progress, a hangover from the shame his hyper-Christian parents had instilled in him. The first time Daddy Mark fisted him deep it had begun to change his relationship to his body. Acknowledging freely his interest in being used so deeply by other men set him on the path where he no longer felt a twinge of shame or nervousness walking into a gay bar or club shirtless, red-trimmed collar blaring his love of fisting, his bound arms and leash connecting to a leash fasted in the belt loop of one or the other of the hot daddies who fisted him regularly. Having spent most of his life dancing on stages in tight clothing, often shirtless, Matty didn’t share Teddy’s issues with body image. However, Mark was discovering Matty didn’t take to his role as a piss-drinker naturally. Matty had tried hard, but the taste just kept making him gag, no matter how hard he tried. It was clear Matty was turned on by the idea, but there was some deeper [banned word] he couldn’t quite break through. So Mark had finally released the kid from the spreader bar and affixed a urinal gag, denying himself the pleasure of seeing Matty’s beautiful lips suckle on his cock. After he finished, Mark was careful to praise him for doing a good job. He was much younger and less experienced than Teddy, he kept reminding himself, and needed to be brought along carefully. “Come, crawl along beside me,” Mark said to Matty, “practice makes perfect.” Matty gagged and choked a bit when Daddy Bill, his cock still slick from despositing a load of seed up Teddy’s butt, released a heavy potent stream into the urinal, some of it splashing up and burning his eyes. As he swallowed all that piss down, Mark reached down and slipped his fist inside, depositing a big booty bump. “Take Teddy’s boy piss, too,” Mark directed, “Let that Tina wam up your hole and get you ready for your deep training.” Matty took Teddy’s piss load, potent from not being allowed to release his bladder through several hours of torture, like a champ. Matty was also opening up like a champ, Mark thought, threading the second of the big ridges of the Manrammer up into his increasingly stretched hole, admiring the way the rock hard melons of his ass looked with the obscenely large tool sticking out. He was on his back and blindfolded—he was convinced that to get a boy to take his hole deep it was better if they didn’t actually see certain big toys until they’d taken them once—and Daddy Bill held the boys legs back for Mark to work. The kid was moaning and groaning, “Please fuck me deep, Daddy Mark,”. the kid panted, “Take my ass please. Daddy Bill’s been teasing me deep inside all night, I need you in me bad.” “Give him a little top up, please Bill,” Mark murmured, “Kid’s gonna need to want this final stretch.” Bill dipped his finger in the lube, then coated it with Tina powder, rolling his finger in one of the larger lines laid out on a special plate. They were always careful to keep the Tina for booty bumps separate from that used for snorted lines. He slipped his finger in the boys hole, trying to coat the big dildo as much as possible so it would pull the Tina deeper in to Matty’s hole. Mission accomplished—Matty started squirming, the heat in his hole increasing and his begging more urgent—Bill climbed up in the bed. “Take four big hits of those poppers, baby boy,” he directed, “Then get ready to worship my muscle ass.” As Matty finished up the poppers Bill climbed and lowered his asshole directly over Matty’s questing tongue. Grabbing the spreader bar and pulling it way back, Bill and Matty settled into an obscene balance. Seeing that everyone was settled and that Matty’s lips were fully engaged in worshipping Bill’s asshole, Daddy Mark began to push. All three plugs began to enter the boy, the first one moving deeper into his inner chamber, the second, larger one starting to enter behind that, and the great big one began to stretch his outer hole wide. Mark got Matty to the widest part and he stopped. “Feel me stretching all your hole was once, boy,” Mark said. Matty groaned, “Yes Daddy,” the words muffled by Bill’s enormous muscle ass. As Bill reached down and squeezed his bound balls hard, Mark pushed the toy home. Matty screamed as the huge toys stretched and settled deep inside. Bill was glad he’d moved to the side right at the last minute, both so he could enjoy the look on Matty’s face as he received his first deep fuck but also he’d been afraid Matty might bite him. Matty looked almost as beautiful as he had when he took Bill’s big hand. He had a big smile on his face, “Fuuuuuck Daddy Mark,” he breathed, “God that feels good.” Mark ripped his blindfold off and kissed Matty hard, holding the big dildo steady. Leaning back, he gave Bill a quick nod. Bill reached up and delivered one of his back-and-forth slaps that turned the kid on. At the same time, he grabbed the boys balls and gave a ball-crushing sleeve. As Matt screamed out, Mark pushed the remaining inch of the toy home taking Matty even deeper. Matty was on another planet, his body overwhelmed from the abuse everywhere. He felt the dildo go places no one had ever taken him. He jerked and gave little cries for nearly a minute, then as he settled down a feeling of intense euphoria overwhelmed him. He brought his hands up to his nipples and began to play, rounding his hips as if to take the toy deeper. “It’s called a manrammer, boy,” Mark said, “But once inside your hole we call it a pussymaker, because one I use it on a boy hole it’s a deep needy pussy forever.” Mark grabbed the toys handle and began to slowly move the toy around, creating space for hands and fists all up and down Matty’s colon. On the bed, Bill, so turned on by seeing Matty suffer and take the toy, had his rock hard cock down Matty’s throat. As Matty spluttered and gagged from the sudden face fuck, he struggled a bit to keep everything going at once. Mark stopped moving the toy for a second and dipped his finger in the lube and then added a line. He delivered this quickly and efficiently to Matty’s hole and then quickly repeated this, gave him another big line up his hole. He heard Matty groan from the burn, muffled and garguling around Bill’s enormous cock relentlessly fucking Matty’s mouth hole. “You’ll thank me for those bumps later, boy,” Mark said quietly, as much much to himself as anyone. “I’m gonna be using this big toy on your hole for hours,” he promised, as Bill began yelling and shooting ropes of cum down Matty’s throat. Still talking to himself, his voice all but drowned out by the sound of Bill orgasming and Matty choking around the big cock, Mark began slowly fucking Matty’s hole with the giant dildo. “Wanna get you open and tender, no better tool than this, three big plugs fucking your holes all at once,” he promised, glancing over at the leather duffel he had carried in and thinking of the full-length ribbed rubber glove waiting inside like a black snake. Pulling the toy out until all of Matty’s holes were held open wide, Mark softly said, “Gonna stretch you so I can hurt you and give you your first comet ride,”. And he pushed the big toy back in with a more force, Matty groaning and begging for more.

Matty yelled as the feeling of Daddy Bill’s big hand entering his ass fully for the first time overwhelmed his entire body. He immediately started shaking and panting, making small groaning noises as his asshole learned how to exist around something so big. “Fuucking hell, baby boy,” Bill coed in his ear, wild with excitement and what he had just done to this gorgeous Twink, “I can’t believe it’s your first fist and it’s was my big paw that took you baby boy. Fuck you are a little miracle, baby boy, a fucking miracle.” But although Matty was staring intently into Bill’s eyes, he was barely listening. His entire body was alive, it was like he had crossed a mountain and could finally see: fisting was so fucking hot. Every part of his body tingled, his ass felt so full and the stretch felt so good—no wonder Teddy had acted like getting fisted was the coolest thing ever. Because. It. Fucking. Was. It was also a huge fucking hand in his ass. He groaned and cried out, his upper body convulsing slightly as struggled around the giant lodged in his ass. He knew Bill’s hand was bigger than any toy he’d ever taken. After a few seconds of this—although it felt like a lifetime—he came down from the mountain of endorphins to actually be in the world. He realized he was staring at Daddy Bill and Daddy Bill was saying something soothing to him. Matty smiled, looking in those big brown eyes, dark now from the drugs, and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” Matty reached down with one hand and for the first time felt another man’s wrist buried inside his hole, he moaned again, feeling the stretch. Bill kept his hand completely still, knowing that the boy’s masochistic tendencies and love of getting fucked would combine soon enough with the large amount of Tina he had consumed. When that happened, Matty would be ready for more. He was in no hurry—they had all weekend. And Mark could wait until the boy was ready for him. To be fair Mark was really good at getting boys where they needed to be and he knew the value of taking things slow at the beginning. Fuck, Mark hadn’t let him get with Teddy for several weeks and Teddy who had already been at the fisting and big toy game for about a year before he met Mark. But Matty was so beautiful—and as Bill had discovered and Teddy suspected, a total pig—that Bill figured that Mark’s famed strategic patience was probably going to be tested by this particular wait. “Fuck baby boy,” Bill said, leaning in close to Matty sculpted face, “You are so fucking beautiful right now.” Matty smiled, “God you make me feel so good, daddy,” Matty practically cooed, “Big gorgeous man with his fist up my hole.” Somehow saying those words turned Mattyon like a Christmas tree, he felt the intense feeling of submission he craved, and suddenly he needed more. “Oh god please fuck me, daddy,” Matty begged. Knowing his big paw could easily damage the inexperienced pig, Bill began to very slowly move his hand around inside. He still couldn’t quite believe the little man had done it. He had always expected to have to wait until Mark got out to the farm to stretch the boy out. No one had ever taken his fist first—fuck even Teddy, who at 25 had already been one of the hungriest butt pigs he had ever known—had taken him only with considerable effort even after Mark had been opening his entire colon with huge toys and his balled fist for hours. Bill fisted the boy slowly, never breaking new ground, just helping to make more space in his hole. As the Tina feelings kicked in, the boy began to whine a bit. “More daddy, more,” he begged. “Oh, baby boy, you don’t know how much I want to be punch fucking you right now,” Bill growled, “But we gotta go slow before we go fast.” Bill bent forward, hand lodged in the kid’s hole, and kissed him hard, tongue half way down Matty’s throat. Matty moaned as Bill started nipping and biting his throat and chest. Suddenly, his mouth was sucking one of Matty’s oversized areola into his mouth. As the nub of the nipple entered Bill’s and he bit down harder than he ever had. Matty arched his back and screamed and Bill felt his ass open up and he pushed hard. Matty yelled “Fuuuuck me daddy, fuck me!” And Bill slowly steadily pulled his big hand back. He slow fisted the kid, going just about 1/2-3/4 inch into the rectum and then pulling back to the 23-three-year kid’s assring. Bill knew from what Teddy told him, that with a first fist fuck, the smallest movements would feel huge. Matty’s upper body was squirming, he was touching his nipples, and chest constantly, as the incredible fullness activated his innate pigginess. Bill saw the change, and keeping his eyes on Matty the entire time, dipped his finger down into the tub of crisco beside him. He then rolled his finger around in the line of Tina he had crushed fine and laid out earlier. Matty felt Bill’s fist pause for a second. He felt a meaty long finger enter underneath Bill’s wrist. As it came in there was a slightly scrape and familiar burn. Bill rubbed the Tina-filled finger into the triangle space of his folded hand, distributing Tina both into Matty’s hole onto his hand. As Matty began to buck and moan, he withdrew his finger, being sure to roll it around inside Matty’s chute to ensure the kid got as much into his hole as possible. He then slowly twisted his hand, the feeling driving Matty wild, and very slowly opened his palm part way, giving Matty the rest of the huge line. Bill felt the change inside the hot little man immediately, as the fresh dosage increased the heat inside Marty’s stretched hole. The entire hole relaxed more than it ever had. He increased the pace of his fucking, and slapped the boy hard, four times, back and forth across his face. As he did so, he felt Matty’s hole give him even more room to play and so he increased the fist fuck, starting to pull out towards the assring and driving in, now starting to nudge the second ring. “What do baby boys say when daddy gives his boy hole a special present?” Bill asked darkly, sticking the finger that has been in the kids ass down Matty’s throat. Matty suckled and licked, and managed to say around Bill’s fingers invading his mouth, “Thwank you, swir.” “You know what, baby boy?” Bill said, “See this hand,” pulling his hand out of Matt’s mouth. “Yes, daddy.” “This hand’s function is to punish your face,” slapping Matty’s face lightly, “your nipples,” grabbing one and twisting hard, “and your little boy balls,” grabbing both balls in his hand and crushing down hard. Matty screamed, but pain pig that he was, his ass opened up more. Bill pulled his hand out further the he had, pausing as the assring stretched at the widest point of the knuckles. Matty grunted, moaned, and then panted from the stretch. Bill held him there for a moment, letting the totality of his control of the boys body sink in. “Now this hand that stretching your ass, baby boy,” Bill continued, “This hands function is to stretch you, baby boy,” and he pulsed his hand just slightly, stretching the inside of Matty’s ring and rectum. “But it also likes to punish too,” as he said this he shoved his hand harder than anything he had given Matty before, pushing through his rectum until the triangle of his fingers was lodged at the first knuckle inside Matty’# second hole. Matty screamed briefly, but within seconds he was groaning. “Hurt me, daddy, hurt my ass,” Matty begged, “Stretch me, daddy, more, please daddy.” Bill pulled slowly out, bringing his hand again to the kid’s assring, letting his knuckles slide out. He changed the shape of his hand, making the triangle wider and flatter. “Oh you can count on that, baby boy,” he said pushing hard, stretching Matty’s assring wider over his knuckles, the larger shape stretching the boy hole. Until again a tiny bit of his fingers were lodged inside Matty’s tight inner ring. Matty screamed again, panting and groaning from the stretch. Bill fisted the little pig for a bit. He didn’t enter the inner ring any deeper, but he did play with it, questing his individual fingers inside, singly, in twos and in threes. It drove Matty wild, when he felt action in that space, and he begged Bill for me. “No can do, baby boy,” Bill replied, “I promised your Daddy Mark he could take that part of you.” Satisfied the kid’s ass was opening up, Bill pulled out. Matty immediately started begging for more, his hole made hungry by the Tina. Bill lubed up a medium sized plug, smaller than his fist but slightly bigger than his folded hand, and slowly pushed it into the hungry cunt. Bill slid up on the rubber sheets to to the top of the bed, pulling Matty with him. “We’re going to take a little break from your ass, have some water, and see when your Daddy Mark and our Boy Teddy are coming to join us,” Bill said. Bringing the Matty’s head into his armpit, “why don’t you worship my pits for a bit, baby boy,” Bill said, “I know you want to.”

To learn about where these hot men end up five years later, see the sequel:

Daddy Bill, although he’s bigger than this

This is the inspiration for Matty, although Matty is younger than this.

Daddy Bill stepped back to admire his hard work. Sweat poured off his wide back from the effort, the big muscles in his arms bulging like they did after a good day’s work. This really is a masterpiece, he thought, admiring the network of deep red stripes glowing on the two firm melons of Matty’s beautiful ass. And God, the kid looked delicious, his arms cuffed overhead showing off the perfect smoothness of his dancer’s muscles. Bill had pulled him up tight, making him stand on his tiptoes, the effect showcasing his ass better than any pair of high heels. He had been at the Eagle a few hours earlier with his good buddy Mark and their co-owned boy Ted. The relationship was a little complicated, but the sex with Ted as the bottom was incredible, and it meant he always had someone to do something with. He and Mark were wearing dark jeans and leather vests. Mark’s 60-year old body, more defined now than it was 5 years ago when they had all met: Teddy had gotten Mark into yoga and so Mark was now all hard wiry strength, hardness matched by his demanding personality and his need for deep fisting, a kink he advertised with the red trimmed leather band he wore on his left bicep. Teddy belonged to Mark. Like really belonged: he had MSB (for Mark Stern’s Boy) tattooed right at the cleft above his little, still flat, although now rock hard, ass. Teddy was the definition of nerdy hot, his slender body shaped by intense aerobic workouts, his muscles defined perfectly by repetitive training at low weights, his bright blue eyes shining behind the round-rimmed little-boy glasses Mark insisted he wear. Bill always laughed when Mark teased him about how Bill’s lust was fueled by age play: Mark loved how young Teddy looked. When they first met, when Teddy was 25, Teddy had been a skinny sweet teink who looked barely 20, literally an Anglican choirboy, a shining tenor in fact. But this choirboy was one who already had begun to crave the magical dark arts of gay BDSM and fisting and whose voice never sounded sweeter than when he was crying out in pain from some new sexual violation. Mark had taken him past his fears and taught him what it felt like when a man touched you, literally, at the core. Teddy became Mark’s boy almost instantly, ending his relationship with a guy his own age, bonded and marked forever by the intimacy he felt with a man who could make him scream in pleasure with barely an effort. In truth Mark’s coldness and manipulative lawyerly personality fit perfectly with Teddy’s sunny disposition and easy friendliness. They were a perfect pair. But Teddy was also Bill’s boy and wore a sterling dog tag around his neck saying so. Bill had bought it for him, after checking in with Mark, as a tribute to his own service in the Marines. At the bar it had rested perfectly in the little cleft of Ted’s small perfectly honed chest, right beneath the thin leather red-trimmed collar he wore. Teddy was shirtless—he was almost never allowed to wear a shirt in a gay bar—and the little silver bars Mark had put in his nipples the first time he and Bill used him together sparkled in the light. Bill and Mark told people they co-owned him, but Teddy was owned by Mark 1000% while Bill owned him 100%. They weren’t a throuple—Bill and Mark were friends, and really, really, enjoyed watching each other use and abuse a hot guy—but Teddy was completely in love with both of them. Bill’s relationship with Ted was more on the big brother spectrum—albeit a big dominant older brother who loved to hear Teddy scream from his strap and hear him beg Bill to punch fist him deep. Teddy called them Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark, but Mark was really Ted’s master and demanded absolute obedience. Teddy lived with Mark and it was Mark’s piss Teddy drank to start his day and Mark’s fist lodged in his ass as he drifted asleep most nights. In fact, after he met Ted, Mark moved out of his DuPont Circle apartment into a big house in Cleveland Park with a yard and a basement—the condo neighbors had complained multiple times about all the noise Teddy made when he was being used. Outsiders could easily see why Teddy loved both men. Mark was older-daddy handsome, salt-and-pepper hair, and made a lot of money as a partner at a big downtown law firm. Bill was simply—as he had been told countless times—a smoking hot daddy. Standing 6’3”, dark reddish hair in a slight mullet, a working-class former Marine, body honed to hardness by years spent lifting liquor boxes and kegs of beer for a big local liquor distributor. Bill was a manager there now, and kept his body in shape lifting weights in the gym he had built in an outbuilding of his small farm in rural Maryland. But his body was no ordinary gym body—those arm muscles were big from chopping wood and lifting bails of hay, and also from steady use in whipping boy asses. “Matty, sir,” the little twunk had said, his dance-honed arms reaching out to shake Bill’s much larger paw. The guy was small—5’4”, silky, shoulder length, jet black hair peeking out beneath his black leather cowboy hat. He wore no shirt, that hat, and tight black jeans ending in black leather boots. On his right wrist he wore a plain leather band. Everything about the way he was dressed drew attention to that gorgeous body, the narrow, almost feminine waist, the very visible line of the muscles separating his legs from his upper body marking him as a hot little man, lithe torso with a defined eight pack and oversized nipples crowning his perfectly-defined pecs. As he turned Bill caught sight of the hard little ass, the top peeking out of the jeans he obviously wore low to show it off. Bill was enchanted, his mind already imagining piercing the boy’s big nipples and giving him silver bars like Teddy’s while Mark’s fist was buried deep in that hot ass. “Good to meet you, Matty,” Bill had said smoothly, “My name’s Bill and this is my good buddy Mark and this is our boy Teddy.” As Matty turned to shake hands with the others, Mark caught Bill’s eye and raised his eyebrows. “He’s mine,” he mouthed, and Mark smiled a dark smile. “Twenty, sir,” Matty breathed, panting from the pain. “Good job, baby boy,” Bill said, standing behind the boy and pulling him close to his big chest, his cock rock hard resting between Matt’s sore red asschecks. “I told you I needed to hurt you to make me hard,” Bill breathed, nipping at the boy’s ears. Matty just bucked his hard perfect ass up against the hard cock, giving a little whine, “As much as I am looking forward to fucking your sensational butt, baby boy. You don’t get my cock yet, “ Bill said, stepping back to lay some more stripes, “I’m not finished beating you yet.” It was obvious to Bill that Matty was into him from the start. He couldn’t seem to stop staring. He was a polite kid, from Texas he said, and Bill wondered if the sir when they were introduced was Southern politeness or something more. The fact that Matty was at the Eagle on a Friday, dressed to garner attention, and had chosen to talk to two hot daddies and a younger collared man, all of them openly advertising their kinks, lead Bill to think the sir was a good sign of things to come. So Bill asked Teddy to suss the kid out. A lot of hot vanilla boys came to the DC Eagle looking for sex; not all of them were prepared for or interested in the kind of sex he and his little leather triangle demanded. So Teddy led Matty onto the little dance floor, ready to go through his standard vetting routine on behalf of his daddies. To onlookers, the boys looked sensational together. Ted stood just a few inches taller, his dark blonde hair and pink skin a perfect contrast to Matty’s very blue-white skin and blue-black hair, their bodies moving to the music, their distinct musculatures a near-reference model of two of the ways to be a hot Twink forever. “Damn I hope that boy checks out,” Bill said to Mark, taking a swig from his beer, “seeing the two of them together is driving me wild.” Mark smiled and nodded, “Me too, buddy, me too.” On the dance floor, Teddy made small talk, trying to warm the boy up before asking the important questions. But Matty was clearly no stranger to the gay sex game. “Are both those hot men your daddies?” he asked, leaning in close and putting his hands lightly on Teddy’s shoulders. Ted looked down at the guy’s flawless body, then into his gorgeous light-grey eyes and smiled. “Yes. I met Daddy Mark a few years after I moved here. We hooked up a few times and we fit together perfectly. I live with him and serve him as his boy.” “And Bill too?,” Matty asked, his grey eyes questing for deeper answers. “Yes, early on Mark and I were playing and after a while he called Bill and invited him to join us. We played for a loooong time and by the end of it all, I belonged to both of them.” “Wow, you are so lucky,” Matty said, bouncing lightly to the beat, “DC is so conservative, it’s hard to find guys into more than just vanilla sex.” Hearing of this interest in hard sex, Teddy knew he could start pushing. He touched the silver bar on his right nipple and said, “In fact, the first time I played with them together, Daddy Mark pierced my tits and put these in while Daddy Bill had his fist buried in my ass.” Matty’s eye grew wide in surprise as his face lit up with a big smile. Leaning in to Teddy’s chest he kissed the nipple, his tongue lapping around the silver bar, “Fuck that’s hot” he said, drawing close and resting his face on Teddy’s chest. Putting his arms around the boys impossibly narrow waist, hands resting lightly on that fuck-me ass, Teddy looked over Matty’s head at Daddy Mark and Daddy Bill. When he confirmed that both men were watching intently, he lifted his left hand off Matty’s waist and gave the men an obvious thumbs up while with his other hand he moved the boys rock-hard body tighter against his own. Daddy Bill looked down at the boy, enjoying the feel of Matty’s slick throat and questing tongue, rolling and fluttering around his big cockhead. He looked gorgeous, on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, his full lips wrapped around Bill’s huge cock and his back and butt marked red with the evidence of Daddy Bill’s beating. Teddy had been 100% correct, as always, in his assessment of little Matty. The kid was clearly a hard-core masochist and had taken Daddy Bill’s punishment like a champ. He was a tough little motherfucker, much tougher than Teddy had ever been. He was also a top-knotch cocksucker. A lot of guys were turned on immediately by their first look at Daddy Bill’s perfectly-shaped, thick, dark-pink, muscle cock. But not many of them could swallow it deep in their throat on the first go. The kid acted like the big cock was his only source of nutrition—he was such a good cocksucker, Bill had stopped telling him what to do and just let him go. Bill’s boy Teddy gave excellent head—Ted was excellent at just about everything he did in his life, but Bill was sure he went out of his way to be beyond amazing at every aspect of sex—but he was such a needy bottom slut and got so turned on by Bill’s total control of him in bed that Bill directed nearly every pleasure Teddy’s considerable talents gave his tool. It’s why Teddy needed a hard, controlling man like Mark for a master—Mark gave Teddy the space to be free from all the responsibilities of leadership he’d always had to show in every other area of his over-achieving life. But Matty boy, on the other hand, was giving his Daddy Bill so much pleasure with his own cock-pig inventiveness that Bill was having to pull his cock away from the boy from time to time to stop from coming before he was ready As Bill pulled his cock out of Matty’s mouth, Matty let out a little whine and nearly lost balance because his arms were behind his back. Bill reached down with one hand to steady the kids shoulder, while with the other hand he grabbed the boys dark-purple balls tied tight with a raw leather cord. He roughly kissed the boy while giving the balls a tight squeeze. Matty moaned, his grey eyes already nearly black, his pupils dilated from the booty bump Bill had given him earlier, “Thank you, Daddy.” Bill bent the boy to rest his head on Bill’s chest, wrapping his bicep around the gorgeous black hair, wet now from sweat and suffering. God, everything about the boy was hot. Even his little cock was perfectly shaped, a much smaller version of Bill’s huge beautiful meat. Whereas Bill’s cock was dark pink, Matty’s cock and balls were much darker than the rest of his skin, a dark blue-black. Bill began on a fresh squeeze of the boy’s small, perfect balls, harder this time, “I am glad you like it, baby boy,” Bill said, kissing the top of the boys head, “I really am.” In the bar Matty had told Ted he was a lifelong dancer, and had even started out majoring in dance in college. But instead he had ended up majoring in biology, despite having to stay an extra year, and wanted to work in AIDS research. Ted told him that Daddy Bill was super attracted to him, but that he needed to understand what going home with him would mean. “Have you ever done drugs?” Teddy asked him. “Mostly coke and X at clubs. I knew some leather daddies in Austin, and I sometimes smoked meth with them,” Marry said, blushing slightly. Teddy pulled him close, “No need to be embarrassed, adorable boy, lots of the men in this bar do drugs at least sometimes when they have sex.” Pulling his face back and looking up at Ted, Matty said with a knowing grin, “And what about you and your daddies?” “I sometimes do X when I go out dancing with my friends or Daddy Bill, but Daddy Mark doesn’t really go to dance parties,” Teddy said, “And we definitely do drugs when we have sex.” Teddy looked serious then, “We don’t do crystal every weekend because we all have good jobs. But I can guarantee if you go home with Daddy Bill on this three-day weekend you will probably not be leaving his basement playroom until sometime Monday evening.” Matty responded by leaning in closer to Ted on the dance floor and said, “I wanna hear more.” Matty was now living out the fantastic stories Ted had told him—in fact, he was currently acting out some of his most secret fantasies. After he answered all of Teddy’s questions and heard Teddy’s stories—Ted was a psychologist and it showed—he had been barely able to control himself around Daddy Bill and Daddy Mark after Teddy led him back from the dance floor. He stood between them, feeling their arm muscles and stroking their backs. He knew his behavior was influenced by the Tina he had consumed, but fuck these men were hot. He and Ted had stopped in the bathroom before returning to the older men. Matty had heard stories of doing drugs in a bathroom stall at a gay bar, and the experience did not disappoint. He did a small line of Tina off of Teddy’s hand, giggling at the naughtiness of it all. Matty found it super erotic when Teddy’s beautiful face, bright blue eyes shining, looked up at him as he did a line off of Matty’s small hand. When Ted licked the path of the line, Matt grabbed him and they made out. After a minute, Matt felt Ted’s finger moving between his ass. Then Ted’s fingers were at his hole and he felt a sharp burn. He hissed, Ted spoke softly in his ear, mindful they were in a public restroom, “Booty bump to get you started, hot little man. In a second, your ass will feel so good. You are going to need a lot more of that if you are going to take what my men dish out.” Mat was starting to see what Teddy had meant. He was hog tied in a spreader bar, his hard ass muscles pulled apart, his wrist securely fashioned to the bar, his elbows inside his open legs. The taste of Daddy Bill’s come was still on his tongue—fuck that big cock produced a lot of seed—and his face was red, visible handprints from the slaps Daddy Bill had given him as he rode him all over the room. Now, Daddy Bill was giving him his second booty bump, feeding his increasingly hungry hole, the burning turning his mind to nothing but the feeling in his ass. During the ride to Daddy’s Bill’s farm Matt has been so horny. He knew the feeling, having felt it with his leather couple friends in Austin, but he had never felt how it built his hunger for sex so acutely—he’d never done it and then had to wait to get fucked. He’d also never done it and then gone home—to a farm in Maryland no less—with a stranger who he knew on the best authority was into hurting twinks and getting his giant paws up their asses. And so while he was beyond excited to be living out his fantasies, he felt pretty small, sitting here next to this mountain of a man. Bill sensed his nervousness, “Don’t worry, baby boy,” he said kindly. “I mean it—you know what I like and I know you like it too. But we are going to get there together. We won’t start at 100%, okay,” Bill said, reaching his big paw across and squeezing Matty’s knee. He then grinned, “But trust me, baby boy, we will get to 200% together at some point.” Matty was now on his back, his hands handcuffed in front of him, a bottle of poppers with some sort of special breathing thingy on top clasped in his hands. Daddy Bill’s muscular arm held the spreader bar—and therefore Matty’s legs—back and over head. Daddy Bill’s huge paw was buried four fingers deep in his hole. It felt huge, it felt fantastic. Matty had never been fisted but he had taken some pretty big toys before tonight. After he and Daddy Bill fucked—it went on for at least an hour and it was the hottest fuck Matty could remember—Bill had started to finger his hole, pushing the come around inside him. “You know I get off on hurting twinks, baby boy,” Bill had said, “And your gorgeous little ass is gonna look so good wrapped around my paw.” “But,” Bill said warningly, “Liking to hurt a boy is different than damaging him, baby boy. So I am going to go slower than I normally would because you’re not super experienced.” Then he smiled wickedly, and said “Not super experienced. Yet.” Matty grunted, his assring starting to realize the size of Daddy Bill’s massive hands. Bill’s thumb was tucked in and his hand was well on its way into Matty’s hole. They were at the knuckles now, and his asshole was stretched tight and wide. Matty was grateful, now, that Daddy Bill had insisted on an extended period of toy play before attempting this. He was also glad Daddy Bill had freed his hands—it was so much easier to use the poppers and play with his own nipples this way. Matty whined and tried to push himself onto Daddy Bill’s hand. “Want it bad, daddy,” he grunted, “slap me daddy, hit my face and take my ass.” Daddy Bill smiled, and holding the bar with Matty’s legs attached back with one massive shoulder, he freed his hand and slapped Matty hard. “Glad to, baby boy,” Bill smiled, “Take a big hit of those poppers, and let me have you. Let me make you my boy.” Taking four big draws from the popper’s nozzle, Matty felt the world go fuzzy and his assing stretched as Daddy Bill increased the pressure. Daddy Bill slapped his face hard, back-forth, his big meaty hand cracking one side of his perfect face and then the other. The abuse turned little Matty’s twisted desires on like a flashlight Suddenly, his assring gave way and Daddy Bills knuckles entered him for the first time. Matt screamed a sharp little cry, shocked at how big the paw was, and then started moaning. “Fuuuck,” he panted, “Fuck that’s big.” “Not in all the way yet,” Daddy Bill said, “But you are doing such a good job, making your daddy proud, baby boy.” He then leaned in and started bitting on Matty’s big nipples. The minute the sharp pain of of the bite traveled down the hot wire that connected Matty’s tits to Matty’s ass, he opened up and Daddy Bill’s big hand traveled for the first time into the clutching heat of that flawless ass.

I was on my back again, in the hogtie position on the spreader bar. I had been in that position for a couple hours now, sometimes ass up, sometimes ass down. The daddies were playing another “game,” and this game, like the others, was very painful. All the games we played were fun for the daddies and not much fun for me. Daddy Bill was fisting me, as he it felt like he had been forever, with his balled fist, while Daddy Mark hurt my balls. The “game” — was to see how my hole reacted to each way of hurting my balls. Could Daddy Bill deep fist me more easily while my balls were paddled or crushed? What was the effect on my ass of electric shock on my balls? Each time Mark hurt me he would just smile, and lean in and say “Mine to hurt, bitch, mine to hurt,” We had played several such games over the last hour and a half. The first one they said would be somewhat familiar to me, as we had played it with Daddy Mark inside. And so Daddy Bill began fisting me while Daddy Mark used the cane on my upper ass and all up and down my back, each big breath in, scream, or sob being the opportunity for Bill to see how it made it easier for him to enter the various zones of my colon. Each time the cane hit, my body would lock down tight around Bill’s balled fist, all up and down my colon. Then it would unclench and he could go deeper. Once he determined a particular rhythm, he would then want to engage in what Daddy Mark called “a replication of the experiment,” with Daddy Mark canning a body part over and over as Daddy Bill punched his fist in deep. Next, they use a violet wand on me, seeing how deep Bill could get when Mark zapped my balls, my tits, my taint—Mark even used it on my palms and the soles of me feet, each of my screams making them laugh and their cocks harder. They let me “rest” on my back then, as Mark did lines and Bill smoked coke and they both drink beer. They even let my arms loose long and made me drink a Gatorade, they said so my hole would stay hydrated for their games. After they locked me in again, they gave me another booty bump, even though I said I was getting tired and begged them to let me come down After that shard dissolved, they each pissed in my ass as the beer ran through them, each man fisting his own piss deep in my hole. The thing was, after the booty bump and the deep piss fist fuck, the hunger would build again and they could start on some fresh new game. After that first round of piss, they changed my position a bit, locking my arms behind me so my chest was pushed out. They then rigged a rope pulling my legs up and made my hole available. While Daddy Bill fisted me deep, they began a game to see my hole responded to piercing, with Daddy Mark running a line of needles up each side of my skinny torso. I was flying high, the my body responding to endorphins, and as Daddy Mark pierced first one of my nipples and then the other Daddy Bill claimed new territory and pushed his arm up my hole passed the elbow. He slowly fist fucked me beyond the elbow as Mark removed each of the needles. When Mark got to my tits, he replaced each needle with a little silver bar, getting excited by my sounds of pain. As the second bar went through my tit, Daddy Mark leaned into me, covering my mouth with is. “Mine, boy,” he said intently, “Mine to hurt, mine to fist, mine to own. When Bill fucks you I fuck you,”. As the bar went in, Bill punched my ass from assring to inner ring as deep as he could go each time. Now that my hole was open, Bill became insatiable. Even as daddy Mark sanitized where each needle had been,Bill would continue fisting me. As I hissed in pain from the alcohol being applied to my sore tits, Mark leaned over and said, “This is how Bill like his boys, your pain is turning him on.” My pain clearly turned my Daddy Mark on too, his cock remained rock hard. They rested and drank beer a couple of more times, always ending their rest by deep fisting their own beer and chempiss inside me. By this point I was fading, barely able to keep my legs up, and my ass was still hungry but increasingly sore. They let me out of the spreader and we lay down for a few minutes, as they continued to drink beer and watch porn. As I relaxed, they would occasionally have me service their cock and usually drink some piss. After about an hour I had had a real rest. My hole was sore and hanging open but the Tina was still talking, telling me my ass felt empty and needed to be filled. They drank several beers a piece and once that was through their systems they made me take both their piss loads up the ass, laying assup and face down on the bed. As the drugs started being absorbed into my system, I started to move my ass as the drugs took over. Daddy Bill plugged my ass with his balled fist while Daddy Mark slide his hand along side, trying to push the piss deeper into my system. He then removed his hand, balled up his fist and brought it inside my hole, pushing Daddy Bill’s fist deeper into my hole in front of his own. The stretch was incredible, the feeling of the piss going deeper, their ownership of me felt total. After we held this for a bit, they pulled out and led me to the bathroom to drizzle out the bit of liquid that remained. They then put me on my back and punch fisted, double fisted, and deep fisted me for another half hour. As I got sorer and sorer, starting to cry out with each thrust, Daddy Bill got super excited. “One more thing and then can you can rest,” he said, “I have a comet for you to ride,”. Daddy Mark began to untie me, “Your daddy Bill gets off on hard fisting a tenderized hole, boy. Make me proud.” They took me into the bathroom and administered a big enema, washing out all the lube. Daddy Mark put me in position, my hands tied behind my back and my cuffs to the spreader bar. He pushed a shard in my ass, making it first sting and then I felt the familiar fire. Daddy Bill stood behind me pouring a small amount of Tina lube into my hole. “Next time we play, I am fisting you dry here at the end.” He said darkly, “But we’ve been playing a while and you are new, so you get a little extra lube.” I felt his fist, burning like a comet, enter my hole. I didn’t understand at first, but then I realized, they had coated his entire fist and arm in a thin layer of crisco and then sprinkled Tina all over it. He kept pushing, until the burning comet reached my inner space. As I screamed from the burn, he pushed his closed fist through my second ring. He opened his palm and began despisting a load of sharrds. Closing his hand into the bird shape, he changed angles and pushed at my Sigmund colon, breaching the entrance slightly, He paused as the Tina activated my entire anal cavity from the gate to the Sigmund to the inner chamber to rectum, his elbow already into my gut. He remained in place for a minute, as the pain turned to pleasure and I opened up to him. I was panting, sweating more than I had all night, it was like a light switch turning on. He felt the change in me and pushed forward. As he did so, Daddy Mark slid the nozzle of enema bag alongside his elbow. They had filled it about 1/3 full of lube, and god knew how much Tina, and and as the lubricant flooded my guts, Daddy Bill began to fist me in ever increasing punches, We went for another hour and a half, Daddy Bill punching me elbow deep with his balled fist, and from time to time opening me beyond his elbow. He fucked me roughly, feeding off of my cries. Ocassiaonly he would pause, beyond elbow deep, and wait the few seconds it took gor the hunger to start again. When it did, and I bucked my ass back up at him, begging him for more, he would go a little deeper, opening new territory that he would reclaim again and again. His huge fist in my ass was the center of my world, and I begged for his punches. They had gotten me exactly where they wanted me and I realized: it was exactly where I wanted to be. It two weeks for my body to recover from its first encounter with both my daddies. My soul never did.

Daddy Bill’s big cock squirted what felt like a liter of cum. I could feel the hot cum deep inside me, filling that place Daddy Mark had opened up and shaped before I even met Bill. My ass convulsed around the big cock, as Bill held himself rigid over me, buried to the hilt in my ass. We stayed like this for a minute, Bill nipping with his teeth at my neck, nipples, chin, and lips, his weight holding my legs back next to my ears. He let my legs up and moved into a kind of sitting position, his cock still buried in me. I smiled up at him, looking into his eyes with the obvious look of love bottoms feel for the tops who’ve just given them a satisfying fuck. Daddy Bill popped his cock out, somehow still hard, and started toying with my asshole, using his big fingers to gently fuck me. The grin on his face shifted, that harder look of desire and lust replacing it. At that moment, Daddy Mark appeared in my vision. He wore a leather vest and leather hat with a wide brim. His rock hard cock jutted out between his legs, a metal cock ring wrapped around the base. His cock looked so desirable to me right then, and I longed to be on my knees serving him. The cap made his hard expression both intimidating and thrilling. He carried something in his hands, and when he was next to me, he snapped a thick padded leather collar around my neck. “Give me your hands, boy,” he growled, at the same time reaching for something just out of my vision. Within minute I wore cuffs with rings hanging off them on both hands and both ankles. At this point, Daddy Bill appeared again, a leather vest open across his massive chest. Around one wrist he had a wide studded band. A bright silver cock ring accentuated his still half-hard cock. In one hand he carried a black leather duffel and in the other, something shiny. He got on the bed above me his cock hanging over my head and reached down and placed the tit clamps he was carrying on my nipples. I hissed in pain and his big cock jumped. He produced a spreader bar from somewhere on the bed (it was clear Daddy Mark had been busy while BIll was fucking me) and told me to lift my legs up. He connected my ankle restraints to the bar and held it lightly with one hand, keeping my legs above his head. Are he pulled my legs back, Daddy Mark thrust his steel-hard cock up my hole and began fucking me hard. Daddy Bill settled his big muscular ass over my face. “Use that tongue to worship daddy’s hole, baby boy,” he said in a low voice, “Daddy Mark’s going to fuck you and put his seed in you with mine.” I groaned in pleasure. Daddy Mark had never fucked me before—I had been missing out. His cock was rock hard and while not the monster Daddy Bill sported, Mark used his knowledge of the internal geography of my ass to make me moan. He fucked my hole in all directions, jabbing me hard and making me gasp as he stretched me. He also started slipping one then two fingers in, stretching and toying with my ass like the master assman he was. I was in heaven, the smell of leather mixed with the sweat and funk of Bill’s ass, the feel of daddy’s rock hard tool and practiced fingers in my pussy. I started to grind my hips, moving my hole in circle around Mark’s pile-driving cock and his fingers. After about 25 minutes, I felt the tempo of Mark’s fuck change as he began to get close. I moaned around Bill’s ass and he slid back, his firm asschecks on my forehead and his big balls resting on the bridge of my nose. “Give him your seed, Mark,” Daddy Bill encouraged, holding my legs even further back, “Take your boys hole.” At that moment Mark shoved his open fist into my ass, wrapping his hands around his own cock. As he continued to fuck me, I felt the familiar burn as my daddies delivered yet another big booty bump to their twink sex slave. He must have coated the inside and outside of his fist, because the burning sensation began pushing upward with each hard thrust of his cock. He hands fluttered and pulsed, simultaneously pleasuring himself, stretching my worn out hole, and distributing the crystal all around my cavity. I cried out as all of these sensations from my ass reached my head and tried to open my hips wide to take him. As I did so, his cock swelled and he gave a shout, his hand now jacking his cock while deep fisting my second ring. Daddy Mark’s spewing cum mixing with the Tina and flowing deep into my hole. He kept his cock in my ass as he came down from his orgasm. I was panting again, already on my way up the mountain, the Tina quickly entering my bloodstream through the thin tissues of my abused colon. Daddy Bill was hard again, excited watching Mark use my hole with his fist and cock. Mark continued to fist me around his half-hard cock. He fisted me like this for a minute, as he felt my ass absorb his pig-pleasure payload, giving it time to sink in. Suddenly he paused, sighed, and began to let loss a stream of piss. And he did so, he resumed moving his hand around, pushing the potent piss deeper inside me. I was beyond high by this point. At my core I knew I was tired and sore, but my daddies had reignited the fire. Daddy Mark continued to fist his piss into my ass, having no trouble deep fucking me, my inner and outer rings open and relaxed. I nursed on Daddy Bill’s cockhead, sucking on the sweet precum he was producing. From time to time he would pause, and the precum would shift to a short stream of piss would hit the back of my throat as he held my head in place until I swallowed it. After a bit, as the piss became absorbed, Daddy Bill said, “My turn.” Mark removed his fist from my hole as Bill unsnapped my ankle restraints from the spreader bar. Standing up, he again picked me up, carrying me into the bathroom. Hanging from the shower rack was an enema bag, full and bulging with liquid. On the floor was a big fluffy white bath sheet. Daddy Bill sat me down on the sheet, on my hands and knees. Working quickly, he cock dribbling a constantly stream of precum, he reattached the spreader bar to my ankles. Reaching underneath my legs, he attached my wrist restraints to the two rings. I was now helpless again, my ass thrust up, my legs spread so that my hole was visible, my face to the side. At that moment, Daddy Mark sat in front of me, lifting my head and turning it so that my weight rested on my open mouth filled with his cock. “Clean your ass juices off my dick, boy,” he said, “Make daddy’s cock feel good while we show you your place.” “Gonna hurt you a bit, baby boy,” Bill said, as I heard the familiar sound of leather hurtling through the air, his wide leather belt connecting with a mighty crack on my abused flesh. As I cried out around Mark’s cock , struggling to not involve my teeth, I imagined his cock hardening, the blood rushing in at his excitement at abusing me. “Gonna give you 20, you count them now, baby boy” he panted. As the count approached 20 strokes Bill began to beat me harder and harder. Mark removed my head from his cock, his hands covering my mouth to muffle my cries. I was on the verge of tears again, sniffling a bit, my flesh was already so sore. Right after the 20th stroke, as I cried out in agony, Daddy Bill entered my ass, his huge cock spearing into my core. He only pumped a few times before he came again, roaring as he did so. Bill stayed in me as he came down from coming, shaking and jabbing his big cock, spreading his cum around my insides. Daddy Mark had moved my head back onto his cock, and he was producing a steady stream of precum now which I nursed on like a greedy puppy. Daddy Bill paused behind me, his softening cock spearing my guts. I heard noises and felt something at my hole. Using one of his meaty fingers I felt Bill push a hose into my hole, threading it along his cock, pushing it into my inner ring. Satisfied the hose was deep in me, I felt Bill’s big cock start to fill me with warm piss while the hose began producing colder liquid. Within minutes both streams of liquid were causing my ass to tingle. “You feel all that piss, slut,” Daddy Mark said, holding my face all the way down on his cock as began pissing in my mouth. “You’re getting all your daddies piss tonight.” Mark said, sighing with pleasure again, “Your Daddy Bill and I have been pissing in that bag all night, saving it for this special time of the night.” Right after Mark spoke, Daddy Bill increased the intensity of his piss stream deep in my hole. “Wanna see what happens when we mix my cocaine chempiss with your Daddy Mark’s Tina piss,” he panted, “Wanna fuck you deep, hurt you with my big paws.” My mind was on overtime, making sure I didn’t lose any of Mark’s piss from my mouth, my ass tingling from the feeling of Bill’s hot piss, my deeper chamber was starting to stretch with the giant piss enema, all of the drugs entering my bloodstream so quickly on the heels of a pretty big booty bump. On autopilot I arched my ass, willing my asshole to stretch and accept as much liquid as it could. After all the piss was delivered into my body, Daddy Bill pulled his cock out and threaded the enema hose out. Mark changed position and demanded I worship his asshole. It was a bit awkward, but I did my best to bury my tongue in his sweaty hole, his musty taste even more metallic now. He was smoking now, relaxed, as he watched the show that was about to unfold. Daddy Bill began aggressively working my hole wish his fingers, working them in, sloshing the piss around as the liquid began to be absorbed. He seemed to be pouring lube into my hole as he stretched me. Suddenly, I felt him slide all four of his big fingers in my hole. By this point I was really turned on. My mouth tasted of Daddy Mark’s hole and his piss, my ass was being stretched by a huge payload of chempiss, and the burning need in my ass began to overtake me. Feeling me back up on his hand, Daddy Mike pulled back, folding his thumb and fingers like a paper airplane, and began to push against my hole. “Breathe deep boy,” Daddy Mark said gently, stroking my hair, “Let your Daddy Bill have your ass, lean into the pain, let into the stretch.” The giant hand started to lodge its way slowly into my ass. It was so big, I felt the tips of his fingers already knocking at my inner door. That’s when I knew why Daddy Mark had stretched that inner ring so hard today—there didn’t seem to be any way to take Bill’s fist without taking it in both holes at once. About that both holes at once, it was happening. As the widest part of Bill’s hand approached the entrance to my ass I felt his folded fingers start to burrow inside my inner ring. I gasped and tensed up, whining slightly. Bill paused, keeping a steady pressure on my tworings but not pushing. “I want my baby boy’s ass wrapped around my paw,” he growled. Using his free hand, I felt him pouring lube all over the hand trying to get into my hole. Above me, I heard Mark say, “The thing about Bill’s hand, at least like this, is that it’s not bigger than the Annihilator dildo. Take a deep breathe and let him have you.” I took a deep breath, and as I exhaled felt Bill give a firm push forward. I pushed out, willing my hole to open, and the huge knuckles reach my ass hole as his grouped fingers began to enter my second hole. Right as it got to the widest point, Bill paused, holding my two rings open. I cried out, shaking from the effort of the extreme stretch. Using his free hand, I felt Bill pushing something into my hole around his fingers, his long index finger questing down. I groaned as I realized he had just given me a little more Tina. The stretch began to feel good, and I began to beg him to give me the rest of his fist. He held it there, one hand holding my butt still so I couldn’t back up, the other holding my inner and outer rings stretched tight as a rubber band. He began to rock his folded fist, pulling back a millimeter and then entering me to the widest point. I whined again, and I heard Bill laugh. “You know, Daddy Mark has done such fine work stretching you there is plenty of room for my fist here in your rectum,” he said, gently pushing against my outer chambers walls with his fingers. “But I wanted you to remember this,” he said darkly, “So I am taking both holes at once,” As he said this, he pushed smoothly, his fingers entering and stretching my inner hole, the impossibly wide bridge of his knuckles stretching my asshole tight, I let out a yell, pain and pleasure mixing as the biggest hand I’d ever had entered my hole. I tensed up but he didn’t stop until my asshole was wrapped around his wrist, his big hand reshaping my body around it. He held it there and I knew Mark had been lying to lower my fears of taking Bill’s hand. I was drenched in sweat, groaning and panting, trying to get my body under control to accept the intruder. No matter how he shaped it, Daddy Bill’s hand was always going to occupy more real estate in my hole than the annihilator. “Feel how hard your cries make my cock, baby boy,” Bill said, rubbing his cock on my leg, he moved his hand slightly deeper, just a half millimeter, but it caused me to cry out again, “Just what I like to hear,” he said, stopping the forward push. I groaned deep around his hand, giving my back even more of an arch in attempt to accommodate him. “Let’s unhook his wrists and let him on his hands and knees, Bill,” Daddy Mark said, “Boy might take you deeper that way and he can suck my cock.” I looked up and saw his cock was rock hard from watching me struggle. Using his free hand, Bill reached underneath me and unhooked my restraints from the bar, his movement causing his wrist to move around in my hole and his fingers to circle a little in my inner hole. As Daddy Mark helped me get my arms up under me my back moved into a new arch. Bill felt the movement and applied a little bit of push and suddenly his hand moved deeper by 1/2 inch. I yelled in surprise, my sharp exhale opening my ass more, and Mark pushed a little more. He was now deep enough that I could feel his knuckles graze my inner ring. I was panting, my body struggling. I groaned deeply, trying to push back and receive the huge hand. I groaned again from the effort. “I told you we were going to take you deep. The minute you took the manrammer, I knew you were ready,” Daddy Mark said above me, “I’ve been wanting to see Bill use you since the first time I took you ass.” Mark shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose, “Take a deep breath boy,”and I took a deep breath. “Another,” he said, and so I did. As the popper took effect, I felt my ass open. My inner ring relaxed and Mark slowly pushed his hand so that his knuckles held my inner ring open. I grunted, straining around the giant hand. He held it there, slowly counting to 30 before pulling his hand out until the knuckles were holding my outer ring at the widest part. I bucked and whined, begging him to fuck me, but he just held the stretch. He exited my hole and there was a pause. Daddy Mark got up and toyed with my hole, kneeling beside Daddy Bill. “Give me your wrists again, boy,” Daddy Mark said, “You’re ready for your first big stretch and we don’t want you hurting your self.” Once I was locked into position, he poured more of the tingly Tina laced lube into my hole. My hole was already on fire, all I wanted was to be fucked. As if reading my mind, Daddy Mark slipped his balled fist into my hole, stretching and pulling, when he got to my inner ring he began to gently punch it, causing me to grunt. “Getting a little tender, boy?” Daddy Mark asked me. “Yes daddy,” I replied. “But my ass is still so hungry, it feels so hot, I feel so empty without my daddy stretching it.” As Mark took his balled fist out of my ass, I felt Daddy Bill’s hand enter my hole. He began gently fisting me, his fingers questing at my inner hole. He pulled out and I felt something much bigger at my hole. I moaned loudly as his balled fist began to enter my hole. The stretch was incredible. Suddenly the dark desire to have my hole destroyed took over my mind, and I pushed my ass back and open as I could within the confines of my bondage. Daddy Bill wasn’t pushing hard or fast, just maintaining a steady pressure. I felt my asslips struggling to open around the massive fist, I grunted again as Bill continued to push. “Gonna take your ass, baby boy,” Bill chanted, “Gonna take you deep and make you mine.” He was at the knuckles now and he had slowed way down. But he kept the pressure on, his big fist demanding to be allowed in. I was deep in the zone, feeling the pain and pleasure of the stretch. I took in a deep breath, and as I exhaled I cried “Fuck me daddy,” as my ass relaxed and his balled fist entered my outer chamber. It took much longer for my body to learn to accept this much larger shape of Daddy Bill’s hand. His hand was huge, bigger than anything I had taken before. He was also a sadist, and while I knew he wouldn’t do anything to put me in the hospital, he enjoyed doing little things to make me have a harder time. The minute I stopped morning, Bill started slowing moving his fist in a circle inside my hole. While he didn’t go deeper, he did begin to pull slightly out and then push back in, slowing fist fucking me. As I groaned at his latest mini fuck, Bill pushed, slipping his fist deeper. I cried out, and as I did so Mark held poppers under my nose. A took four big hits, knowing I may as well enjoy the stretch and as they kicked in Daddy Mark pushed until his balled fist was lodged about 1/3 of the way in my inner hole. He stopped there, letting me feel the stretch, before slowly pulling back. I panted, and as I did so, the hunger arose from the pain and I began to push out. Sensing the change in me Bill pushed his balled fist again, this time stopping just short of the knuckles, half of his fist on the inside of my inner ring. “Feel that stretch, baby boy,” he said, “Just feel that stretch.” He had me where he wanted me, I was whining, lost in the zone of pain and pleasure, that place where these men loved to see me. He held that deep wide stretch for a minute before pulling back out. He rested his giant fist so his knuckles where at the widest point of my assrong, and as I grunted and cried out, lost to reason, he began to slowly fuck my outer chamber. He would pull out until his giant fist stretched my hole, then push back in. Repeating this a dozen times, he then pulled enough out that his knuckle broke free of my anal ring. Then in and out, fucking me only with the widest part of his fist. His huge hands were almost impossible to accommodate, but each time he entered one of my anal rings it got a little easier. His hands were too big to ever slide in easily, but they were also so big that each and ever time he fisted me it was a new, full, experience of pain and pleasure. He did this for 1/2 hour at least, each time increasing the distance he entered me. As he got closer and closer to his fist reaching my inner chamber, he had Mark give me four hits of poppers. On the fourth hit his balled fist started a slow and steady journey as he pushed it inside me. At the door to my second chamber his hand went in part way and there was a pause as my inner ring encountered the imposible stretch of his knuckles. “Deep breath, baby boy,” he commanded. As I breathed in and let it out a sharp short yell escaped my lips as for the first time I took his balled first deep in my boy pussy. Daddy Bill kept his hand steady, as I went wild around his wrist. The stretch had unlocked some new level of hunger in me. It also felt like a goddamn football was lodge in my hole. I was completely incoherent, babbling, alternating between begging daddy to fuck me and then in the next breath, groaning deep and beggining him to go slow. Once I calmed down, Bill began to very slowly move his hand, pushing it around ever so slightly, stretching my hole around his fist. He then began to move it slightly back and forth, stretching it the other way. “Unlock his wrists again, Mark,” Bill asked, “And could you put those tit clamps on him again? He needs a deep fuck.” Mark helped me up on my hands and knees again. Bill began to slowly back out, again pausing for a little wide stretch at my inner hole. He exited my hole, me groaning and writhing the entire time. “Do a hit of poppers, baby boy,” he said. As the poppers took hold he began to slowly slide his balled fist back in again. It was slightly easier to take, especially the outer chamber. He paused, being slightly more aggressive in his stretching and pulled out and again. He did this several times until he was sure I was stretched to his liking. Finally, he pushed forward and slipped his big fist into my inner chamber. The stretch was so intense I again cried out. Bill kept pushing, causing me to gasp, I worked on my breathing and soon he was moving well into my inner chamber. He paused, giving me time to get used to it. “Feel daddy fuck you like nobody else, baby boy,” he breathed, “Give me a part of you know one else can reach.” I groaned deep. Arching my back afresh, I took a deep breath and pushed back and took him a little deeper. “That’s good, give me more of your ass boy,” Bill said. Mark shoved the poppers under my nose, “Five big hits,” he commanded. I took the five big hits and as they kicked in Bill pushed and pushed until his knuckles hit the entrance to my next chamber. I was at my limit in depth, now, I was pretty sure. Bill kept his fist steady, lodged deeper than I thought possible. Mark leaned over and said, “Breathe boy. you’re good and deep now.” We rested like this for a few minutes, while the tops waited for the hunger to rise. It was one of the few times since Daddy Bill had started his long slow fisting that they gave time for my desire to rise. As it did, Bill slowly pulled his fist from my ass. I was now, again, a bitch in heat. Bill simply lined his balled fist up and began to slow fuck my outer ring, all the while me begging him to use him use, fuck me, let me feel it deep again. Mark stood up and came around and they unbuckled my ankle cuffs from the spreader bar. They told me to put my chest down on the floor and as I did they poured a bunch of lube into my hole. Immediately Daddy Mark slide the annihilator into my hole. After Bills huge fist, it slid in easily. Once it bottomed out—there was a grunt from me—Bill put a big piece of duct tape to hold the dildo in. Daddy Bill grabbed me by the throat with one hand, the other holding me by the giant toy in my ass, and pulled me up. He walked me to the bedroom, keeping his hand on my throat and steering me with the giant tool. I walked slowly, the huge toy pushed and jabbed at my insides, feeding my hunger for more. They put me on the bed, in the hogtie position with the spreader bar, the annihilator lodged in my hole. My daddies lay side by side, and they angled me to serve one cock and then the moved me into position for the other while they relaxed, watched porn, and did more drugs. I was in the zone, my hole flexing and stretching and sucking on the big dildo. Daddy Bill would reach out and tug on the tit clamps from time to time, holding them tight until I whined. After about 1/2 hour, Daddy Mark removed the duct tape and began to fuck me with the annihilator while I deep throated Daddy Bill’s cock. Mark slide the toy out and began to deep fist me with his closed fist, fisting me roughly. I was so open and my ass was on, fire and started egging him on. With one arm slightly beyond the elbow up my hole, he slid his other hand in, pushing it alongside his other arm till it stopped at my inner ring. He then pulled both hands out, only to start the process again. I was completely gone again, lost in my feelings. With both hands lodged in my hole, stretching me more than he ever had before, Mark leaned in and said, “Who’s ass is this? “Yours daddy,” I panted as he stretched me a little more. “And whose boy are you?” I groaned as he pushed hard with both hands, taking me deeper, “Yours daddy!”

Bill was tender with me after he was finished brutally beating my ass and using my throat. He reached down and untied me, picked me up in his strong arms and carried me into the bedroom with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could feel his still hard cock in the crack of my ass, and despite how sore the skin and muscles of my ass were, I still so wanted him to fuck me. I wiggled and stroked my ass on his cock. “You will get that soon enough, baby boy,”Bill said with a grin, “Your going to get my cock deep in your boyass and then lots of other things too.” He sat me down gently on the bed on my stomach, walked around to the other side and climbed into the bed, lying on his back. “Come here, baby boy,” he said gently, pulling me until I was straddling his narrow waist, my chest on his chest and my head on his shoulder, his big hard cock jutting up between my asschecks. I felt Daddy Mark behind me, applying some sort of soothing salve to first my shoulders, then all the sore spots on my back, and finally my ass. Mark lay down next to us on the bed, his cock rock hard. He leaned into me and whispered, “Watching you get beat gets me so hard, slut.” I reached out my hand and stroked his cock, while I rubbed my ass crack up and down Daddy Bill’s big cock. We lay like this for a good 30-45 minutes, sometimes I would stroke Daddy Mark’s raging hard on, sometimes I would reach around and stroke Daddy Bill. After the intensity of what had just happened, my body needed to come down from the endorphin high induced by Bill’s abuse of my body. They made no overt demands of me, just let me come down. Well, they did use their hands to explore the network of sore spots, bruises, handprints, paddle prints, and welts on my ass and back, and so reminded me of my place in this little triangle of men. After a while, the fire they had built and stoked in my pussy began to assert itself again. I began to rub up and down still rock-hard Daddy Bills’s cock, whining slightly. “Our bitch boy is getting hungry again, it seems, Bill,” Daddy Mark said, moving his hand to the entrance to my hole. He began to play lightly with my hole, teasing it open with his fingers, then giving it it a little slap to make it close. My hole was getting tender now, the hours of constant use taking a toll, and the slaps were painful, but somehow felt right, like the tooth pain caused by tightening braces. Daddy Bill’s cock was back as hard as it had been earlier, his explorations of the geography pain he had caused my body exciting him. “Mark ,buddy, can you do my a favor? Can you lube my cock and this boys hole?” Bill said, his voice husky with lust. “Use that special lube you made. I need in that ass,”. I head Daddy Mark grab something off his bedside table and heard the slicks sounds of lube being applied to a big cock as he stroked up and down Bill’s 9 inches. Then I felt him lightly apply some lube to the outside of ,y hole. A few seconds later his entire fist, dripping with lube, pushed its way steadily into my outer chamber. I cried out at this sudden intrusion, pain written on my face. “Remember when Bill fucks you, I fuck you,” Daddy Mark said in a low commanding voice. “This ass will always be mine,” he growled, using his fingers to lube and pry apart my inner ring. Within seconds, my entire hole began to fill pleasantly warm. The Tina lacing the lube didn’t burn like a booty bump, as there was much less Tina it it, but its effect was the same: the need to get fucked and used began rising even more. Daddy Mark removed his hand, pulling out rather quickly, enjoying my discomfort. Daddy Bill then sat up, bringing me up with him. He turned his feet to the side of the bed and in one, athletic motion stood up, spearing me onto his cock, his arms holding me underneath my thighs. My head lolled back, overcome with the feeling of that big cock spearing my hole from asshole to inner ring. “Fuuuck,” I cried. Bill didn’t miss a beat, immediately beginning one of the hardest fucks of my life, his massive arms holding me in position, his big cock like a pile driver in my ass, fucking me over and over, propelled by his big legs and strong glutes. Within seconds sweat was pouring off me, both from the new dose of Tina but also from the sheer athleticism of the big man’s fucking. Also within seconds I was in bliss: that huge thick beautiful cock was inside me. That this gorgeous muscle man wanted me, wanted to fuck me, to use me, to give me his seed, turned me on so much. I knew all the pain of my punishment was worth it, that I needed it to be worthy of getting fucked by this cock. That I would take that pain again, and again, to relive this moment of absolute surrender. Mark fucked me for over an hour, in every imaginable position. He fucked me all over that bedroom—me on my hands and knees, him riding my ass like a cowboy, me on my back, legs behind my ears, his dick going deeper and deeper, me on my side, one leg up, his cock disappearing in my slick hole. He varied his rhythms and how deeply he fucked me, but he never dropped the pace. First he would jackhammer my hole, changing angles until my asslips squelched around his big tool. Then he would deliver dozens of complete and total fucks, pulling all the way out and slamming is cock home through my inner ring. It was a workout, but it was what I had waited hours for. I relished the way he stretched and used me, my hole interpreting the hard fuck as an extension of the need to be destroyed, to be reshaped to my tops desire, that Mark had been building with his work on my hole. I was once again completely and utterly focused on my hole and on the man destroying it. As I lay on my back, Daddy Bill’s huge body scissoring into mine, I loved watching hus huge, gorgeous cock disappear in my hole. I loved feeling its big head travel inside me, marking and remaking me for him. Suddenly, there was an increase in the velocity of Bill’s fucking. I looked up into his face and he grabbed me by the jaw. “Gonna come in you, baby boy,” he grunted between his hard thrusts, “Gotta hurt you a minute.” With that he let go of my head, raised his hand, and delivered a stinging slap. As I writhed and cried out, I felt his cock grow harder, stretching my hole deeper somehow. “Fuck me daddy, use me,” I cried out. “Gotta hurt my boy to make me hard,” he grunted, delivering a series of back and forth slaps across my face, his big hand leaving an imprint. As I cried out, his cock hard as steel now, I felt his big fist beating on my chest, a tattoo of pain, more cries from me, harder cock in my ass. Bill was close, sweat pouring off his body, his cock so big and hard filling me from end to end. He grabbed both my ankles, pushing them back to my ears, the massive weight of his body pressing my body into a pretzel. I cried out from the sudden stretch, and I will be damned if that big cock didn’t grow more. He was an absolute animal now, no one could have stopped this Alpha from getting to orgasm. I felt the big cock swell still more, and as it did Bill brought his head down to my face, nipping at my lips then my chin with his teeth before moving to my shoulder and biting hard. As I screamed at the sudden pain he started shooting, his entire body quivering, practically howling, “Take my seed baby boy, take my seed.”

I was crying constantly now. Daddy Bill had been spanking, belting and beating my ass for more than an hour. I heard the by now familiar whistle of his wide leather belt and heard the sharp crack as it connected with my ass. Then, a second later the electric jolt of pain. Each time he struck me with the belt he landed on flesh that he had already abused with his giant paws, the back of Mark’s bath brush, even—and I flinched at the memory—a flexible metal ruler that was the first instrument of punishment he used that made me cry. But this belting really hurt, Mark was laying these on hard, clearly wanting me to feel it. He had stopped making me count, clearly loving the rhythm of the leather whistling through the air, the sharp crack as the wide belt connected with my skinny, bony ass, the sharp intake of breath from me and then the keening cry that dissolved over and over again into sobs. There was a pause and I looked to the side and a little back over my shoulder. I was securely tied down, my legs, arms, back and ass immobilized over one of Daddy Mark’s ottomans, my limbs secured by a rope that Daddy Bill produced from a bag I didn’t even know he had brought. Daddy Mark lounged in his chair, slowly jacking his meat, clearly luxuriating in the live BDSM sex show he had orchestrated. His eyes had grown dark and inscrutable hours ago. Mark rarely talked during sex, so focused and obsessed was he was with uncovering his bottom twinks deepest needs and desire. Somehow, it seemed, those needs and desires always turned out to be deep hard fist fucks. Mark arely smiled during sex, but he clearly was enjoying this show. And why wouldn’t he? The tableaux in front of him was a porno flick he had designed himself. Daddy Bill stood tall, behind me, one hand jacking his rock hard cock, the other with the his wide leather belt wrapped around it. His muscles glistened with sweat, his entire body alive with enjoyment, dominance, and desire. That big cock was my motivator, the center of my universe, the reward Daddy Bill would give my hole when his other hand was done delivering my never-ending punishment. It started after we moved back into the bedroom. With low lights, Daddy played one of the porn tapes we’d all seen a dozen times by now, the smell of his cigarettes wafting around the room. I lightly closed my eyes, feeling a bit worn but still horny too, my skin tingling with desire as my ass rested near Daddy Bills huge thigh and my head resting on Daddy Mark’s narrower shoulder. After 15 minutes, I heard Daddy Bill fiddling with his pipe and smelled the weird chemical smell of the cocaine he smoked. At the same time, Daddy Mark started fiddling with the mirror and I heard him do two lines of Tina. Mark turned to me, “You’ll get yours in a minute, boy,” he whispered, “I promised Bill he could use you for a long time, so I want you rested up.” For the next few minutes, as their drugs kicked in, we stayed as were were before, although both daddy’s interest in sex clearly increased, as they began to jack their cocks again and occasionally toy with my body. Finally, Daddy Bill said, “ Up on your knees boy and move here.” He patted the bed beside him. I got up on my knees, my upper body straight. Using his strong arms he arranged me so I was ass up in his lap, his hardening cock bumping up against my stomach. His fingers massaged my asscheeks, and rubbed my back. “Feel that hard cock, boy,” he commanded, “Do you like that cock?” I let out a low whine, and said “Fuuck yes daddy I love that big muscle cock. I love to look at it, I love to taste it.” He leaned in to my face, his huge hands holding my face close to his and looked directly into my eyes. “You want my big muscle cock to fuck your boyass, baby boy?” he said with a deep intensity. Looking directly into his eyes, now dark pools of dark list, their brown color all but lost in the chemsex haze, I said, “ Yes, please fuck me.” “I only fuck a boy ass that’s been prepped for me,” he said. “But daddy,” I whined, “I am ready. Daddy Mark has been using and opening my ass for hours.” Bill smiled an indulgent smile, “Oh I know baby boy. I know you could take my big cock like a champ, and maybe even my big fist, but I only fuck boyass that’s been tenderized and beaten. I only fuck boyass that’s red from my spanking and my belt.” At that exact moment he reached down and pulled my asscheeks open, allowing Daddy Mark’s balled fist to punch in my hole. I screamed for the first time that night, panting at the sudden intrusion, then I felt Mark’s hand open up as he delivered a huge shard and a bunch of Tina powder to my hole. As I began to squirm, Bill held me across his lap. His cock was rock hard now, it had jumped to full erection the minute I screamed at my surprise fisting. With one hand he held me down as Mark moved around in my hole, spreading the burning desire around my outer anal cavity, his fingers for the second time tonight pushing a bunch of Tina into my tender inner ring. With Mark’s hand still in my hole, Bill began to spank me. His left hand was around my throat, his right hand coming down in big meaty thwacks on my ass. Each strike of his hand caused my entire anal cavity to clamp down around Mark’s hand, working the remaining Tina deeper and deeper in my colon. I was high immediately, the biggest bump of the night (where was all this Tina coming from, anyway?). There was a pause in the spanking and I felt Daddy Mark quickly remove his hand. Within seconds his balled fist, now freshly lubed up, entered my hole. “Count as I spank you, Baby Boy, and feel how much harder it gets my cock,” Bill commanded. He delivered a hard spank across my upper buttocks right as Mark’s balled fist quested at the entrance to my inner ring. Now the inside and outside of my ass was on fire. My insides tightened involuntarily, my entire anal cavity from inner ring to asshole squeezing at once around Dady Mark’s balled fist and upper forearm. As I took in a deep breath, struggling to speak, I breathed out the number one, my breath catching in a deep moan as the balled fist in my guts pushed into my inner ring, bringing with it the sting and heat of a bit more Tina (god, where was all of this coming from, had they laced the lube?). As Mark’s fist settled into my inner chamber, I instinctively bucked my ass up and as I did so, Bill delivered another hard spank. Mark was deep in me at this point, I could feel my asslips clamp down around a part of his arm that was wider than any man had ever gotten in me. I knew we must be approaching the area right above the elbow. All through my colon his arm snaked, straightening and continuing his work of remaking it to match his desires, and with that spank and the tightening it caused, I felt Mark’s arm in that single moment throughout my body, my asslips stretched wide around his forearms, my inner ring tightening around the bones of his wrist, my inner cavity stretched taut around his balled first. They fisted and spanked me in that position for 15 hard spanks. With each one, Mark would drive a little deeper and Bill would let loose a little harder. Mark never took his hand or arm out—the first couple times it hurt like hell as my insides tightened up. But over time my ass muscles, already well fucked from the hours of constant abuse, began to relax. When it came to the last five spanks, though, the men showed me the brutality that I was facing in these last few hours of play. After the slaps, Bill paused. Mark left his hand in place, moving it around slightly, stretching and making room. Without warning Bill delivered a hard spank and Mark moved forward with a slight punch. He didn’t move much because he was almost at his elbow, but it hurt like hell. I tried rounding my legs, to make my insides my accommodating, but this time Mark moved his hand back to my outer chamber. Bill spanked me hard, and as I breathed in and then counted 12 out Mark roughly punched all the way through. They did this four more times, Bill delivering some of his hardest spanks, the meaty palms of his hands cracking on my ass while Mark punched my ruined hole deep in my guts. Mark withdrew his hand gently. Right after he did, Bill leaned into my ear and whispered evily, “No blood baby boy, that’s good. Means I get to fuck you deep with my big fists later while Mark canes your ass.” I closed my eyes and whimpered, overwhelmed again by how far these men and their lust to use me had taken me. After a brief rest, me on my knees with Bills big cock, rock hard from abusing me, lodged deep in my throat, my need to have him fuck me in the ass growing uncontrollably after the deep fucking and spanking I had just received. Bill got what he came for. He produced the rope and immobilized me to the ottoman. Daddy Mark brought out the porn and leaned back. Bill started with his hand, spanking me hard and steady with his big meaty hand. He then paddled me with a small leather paddle he produced from his bag of tricks, followed by a much larger leather paddle with spikes. Them he started hitting me with the back of daddy’s hair brush. After the first taste of the flexible metal ruler, I screamed for the second time that night. After 10 strokes of the ruler, my voice breaking after each count, he had Mark hold my asscheeks open while he struck my sore open asshole full on. With each of those five strokes to my sore asslips I screamed, keened and sobbed. But Bill’s cock just got harder, seeming to grow past its 9 inches, swollen with lust. And so that’s how I ended up here. The sobbing started with the metal ruler, and just continued continuously with this latest belting. Finally, after 20? 30? more cracks of the belt he paused. I was exhausted, my mind a rush of endorphins, pain and pleasure. The inside of my ass felt sore, but also needy and empty. That deep place Mark had opened up was on fire, stirred up by the hard deep fisting Mark had delivered when my punishment had just started. My lower back and shoulder stug, where Bill had cruelly landed surprise strokes because he liked to hear me scream. My asscheeks were flaming as red as my pussy burned like a forest fire from the giant booty bump that began this latest ordeal. I panted deeply, exhausted from the pain. I imagined I felt the imprint of every implement that Bill had used on me. His dominance had revealed the depths of my masochism. My willingness to endure the pain Bill enjoyed giving me just to feel his thick cock in my sore hole marked my soul as deeply as the series of incredibly deep and increasingly rough deep fucks Mark had used to imprint on me. Bill walked around to the front of me and roughly grabbed my hair. Using his big thumbs he pushed my mouth open and speared his rock hard cock down my throat. Facefucking me hard, going all the way in then out I struggled to accommodate his new hardness, brought on by his deep enjoyment in watching a twink suffer. Any softness or ease in his big cock was gone—he was rock hard and just saw the spit and body fluids I was starting to spit up as extra lube. His eyes glittered darkly, his humanity nearly replaced by pure animal lust, “Baby boy is almost ready,” he said, panting slightly, keeping up his relentless face fuck. Immobilized as I was, my head locked into place with his iron-strong hands, there was no way I could resist it and I tried to relax and feel him violate deep in my throat with that gorgeous big cock. He was hammering away now, delivering hard fast thrusts that went from them tip of his cock at my lips to his big cock head plunging down my throat. My mouth was a fountain of fluids, as he delivered a hard thrust. “ Baby.” Another full thrust all the way down my throat. “Boy.” Out and brutally in. “is Gonna,” out and brutally in, “Get.” Out until I could taste the precome steadily flowing from his cock and the one final brutal push “Fucked,” he cried, as his cock exploded in a massive orgasm, huge ropes of cum squirting from his cockhead deep into my stomach.

My head worshipped the head of Daddy Bill’s big, thick cock, nursing on the steady stream of precum he produced, my tongue flickering on the tender spot below the big piss hole. It seemed to be completely hard now, and had gone from reddish pink to glowing red. Engorged with blood, it was so hard it slapped up against his powerful stomach when he instructed me to let it go from my mouth. And instruct me he did. I had learned that to please Bill I had to do what he said to do and do it immediately. Any delay would mean a hard slap to the side of the head, a brutal punch in the gut, or a slap on my ass so hard I could glimpse the clear imprint of his big hand like a shadow on my ass in the mirror on Daddy’s bedroom door. I had been worshipping Daddy Bill’s cock, balls, and ass for hours now, Mark was behind me with his fist buried in my guts. It started here in this room, my nursing first the head of Bills cock, then as it began to be engorged taking the hole long pole down my throat, his hands in an iron grip on the side of my head. Once early on my teeth grazed him too hard. That was the last time I did that—Bill lifted me by the throat, Mark’s fist slipping from my ass, and gut punched me twice. Sitting me down again on my knees, he then slapped me. “Watch.” Slap. “Those.” Slap. “Teeth.” Slap. In one fluid motion he opened my mouth, and slid my mouth hole down on his shaft, made even harder by the abuse he had given me. Mark said nothing behind me, just slid his fist back in and went to work. It seemed like hours of me my nursing on Bill’s cockhead, then deep throating his rock hard shaft, then nursing on his balls while he jacked his cock above me. The entire time Mark was worked my ass with his fist, slow fucking me, never going very deep, then fucking me slow with his clenched fist. He would speed up and slow down, teasing my inner ring but never going through. When Daddy Bill tired of me working on his cock, he pulled aside his big balls,and instructed me to lick around his asshole. After a few minutes of this, he commanded “Eat my hole, baby boy, get your tongue in there and worship me.” Just as my tongue entered Daddy Bill’s ass chute, tasting his sweat and funk mixed with the tangy metallic taste of the cocaine he had been smoking all night, Daddy Mark slide his fist through my inner ring, claiming my submission. I moaned and felt Daddy Bill pull tightly on my hair. “Keep that tongue in that hole bitch,” he growled, “Fuck him deep Mark.” Mark gave a grunt of acknowledgement, and continued to slowly fist my inner hole. It was very hard for me to keep all of this going at once. Any exhaustion my tongue and mouth had felt earlier had been wiped away by just how much Daddy Bill’s body and cock turned me on. The big shards he’d used had set my ass on fire again, and Mark’s slow and teasing fisting had kept the fires banked hot. Now, though, I was having trouble keeping my tongue active while Mark did things to make me groan and cry out. I quickly learned to keep my tongue buried in daddy’s chute to please Bill while making whatever noise Mark elicited around that buried tongue. Driving a bit deeper with one hand, Mark gave me a rare moment of kindness by steadying me by my now hairless armpit so my tongue would stay put on Bill’s ass while Mark’s other hand probed deeper. I was shaved from head to toe now. One of the lessons I’d learned about Daddy Mark was that he was into age play, and part of that was that his boys were always twinks and that they were always hairless except for their eyebrows and the top of their head. Not long after Daddy Bill arrived, he and Daddy Mark had taken me into the bathroom. We all got into the shower, and I made out with both of them while they bathed me, pulling, slapping, and biting all over my body while doing so. Mark even fisted me lightly in the shower, Daddy Bill holding me with a big smile on his face, cock rock hard, as I hissed in pain, the only lube being the crisco left inside my asshole, Mark’s dry hand scraping my asslips as he gently fucked me. After they finished washing me, I knelt on the bathroom floor, face against the cool tiles, and Daddy Bill filled an enema bottle full to bursting with warm water. In one motion he speared the hose deep inside me while letting the warm water fill and fill and fill my guts. As I began to whimper as the giant enema stretched my somewhat sore hole, Daddy Mark cut me off with his tool down my throat. Holding me firmly, he pissed a streaky stream of potent chempiss down my throat for the first time that night. I struggled, the taste acrid and harsh, but Daddy Bill just gave me one of his bone jarring hand spanks, causing my hole to tighten around the enema tube and push the huge enema deeper into my guts. “Take what your daddy gives you, baby boy,” Bill said, while above me Mark sighed in pleasure as the pressure on his bladder released into the mouth of the sex-starved twink he had made. I nearly lost track of time then, for after I released the enema, and both daddy’s worked on shaving me, keeping my mouth occupied with whichever cock or ass they demanded I worship while their hands rubbed shaving cream, scaped my hair away, and wiped my body clean. I only knew where I was now, here,having a hard time keeping up with my duties to worship Daddy Bill’s asshole while being deep fisted by Daddy Mark. Sensing my fatigue, Daddy Mark pulled out of my ass. “Let’s take a break,” he said, “We want this boy to play longer, not pass out.” Daddy Bill stood up, grabbing me by the arms and lifting me up (his demands for total control rarely involved my doing much moving of my own volition). He wrapped one hand around my throat, while with his other hand he buried four fingers deep into my ass, the breach of his palm pressing right at my hole, right at the point where he might stretch me for a fist. “You know your boy’s limits, Mark,” he growled, walking me forward while forcing my back to arch and my ass to stick out with his hand lodge firmly inside. “Just remember me you promised me his ass as payment for coming over,” Bill growled, his fingers rough stretching my hole. “No worries, Bill. You see how this boy looks at you? All it will take is a little rest and another big shard,” Mark said, “Then my boy will be yours to use as you like.” My mind was a jumble as Bill slow-walked me with his hand buried in my ass, from the living room, past the full length mirror at the entrance to Mark’s bedroom. At the mirror Bill stopped, admiring the way he displayed me. He moved his four fingers deeper into my hole, the bridge of his palm starting to stretch me slightly, although he kept his thumb out of my hole. “Move your ass towards the mirror, baby boy,” he said, “I want you to see what your ass looks like with just a few of my fingers in.” He used his hand around my neck to turn my gaze behind me, into the mirror just as Daddy Mark caught up with us. “ Fuuuuck, daddies,” I breathed, Bills huge hand pressing against my interest, “We look hot.” As I gazed into that mirror I hardly recognized myself. My eyes were wide and dark, almost no pupil visible. My face was flushed, some of Bill’s slaps still visible as pink splotches. The curve of my spine was perfect, my ass held up and out by Bill big hand. Over my back, ass, and shoulders Bill had marked me, as lingering handprints brought a warm glow to my skin. He displayed my asshole to perfection, as Mark reached and pulled my checks open. Daddy Bills hand looked huge at the entrance to my hole. His four fingers stretched my hole vertically, his palm just about to go in. But there was so much hand yet to go. Mark saw my eyes go wide, and knowing exactly how my mind worked he leaned in, biting my ear and whispering, “ You will take that giant hand today, just as you’ve taken everything else I’ve given you.” As I opened my mouth to moan, instinctively arching my back and causing even more of Bill’s hand to push into me, Mark crushed me into a kiss, his tongue down my throat. We stayed like this for a few minutes, both men talking dirty in my ear, Bill promising me he would hurt me so good, Mark saying he would fuck me so deep. Whoever wasn’t trying to brainwash took their turn biting my nipples, neck, and lips before sticking their tongues down my throat. Finally, Mark slapped my ass and broke off, heading towards the television and VCR to put on some porn. Bill released my throat but kept his fingers in my ass as he directed me like a pony cart towards the bed. He stopped, abruptly pulled his fingers from my ass, and pointed to the bed. “Get in the middle, baby boy,” he said, “So we can keep our eye on you. I want your daddy to tell me the minute you are rested enough and hungry for me to have my time with you.

We were now in Mark’s living room. He sat relaxing in a chair, his legs up. My mouth, as usual, was wide around his asshole. My tongue fluting deep and licking around the inside of his hole, I strove to please him as best I could. But truth be told, I was getting a little tired. It was now nearly 2 in the afternoon and we had been playing for more than 12 hours. After the incredibly intense rough fuck with the giant annihilator dildo, we had rested a bit. After Daddy smoked a cigarette, he leaned in and began talking to dirty and playing with my hole with his fingers, taking me just to his wrist before pulling out and lightly flickering his fingers inside my hole. “You love it when I use you, don’t you?” he whispered, “You like it rough now don’t you bitch?” He began using one of the smaller dildos on my hole, the Mike Branson Falcon toy. The Branson was always the toy he started the night with. But rather than use it to open me slowly and gently, now he fucked it in and out, probing my depths and pulling it out in one go before pushing it in hard. I was loving it, feeling the thick dildo just enter my second ring, but my high was wearing off. I later learned Daddy was testing my hunger, seeing how much I still needed to get fucked. Turns out the need was still very much there. He had awakened my inner pig like never before and I still craved his abuse. After at least 1/2 hour, Daddy pulled the toy out and stood up. “I have to make a work call,” he said, walking out to his living room and closing the bedroom door behind him. I could here him talking, but didn’t really hear anything as I stared at the porn on screen. Daddy came back in the room a few minutes later, an odd smile on his face. He lay on the bed and smoked a cigarette. He then abruptly got up, grabbed the crisco, and said, “Follow me, boy.” Leading me out into the living room he settled comfortably in the big chair that was opposed the door to the apartment. “Serve my hole boy,” he growled. And so here I was, in Daddy’s living room, my tongue starting to ache from unceasing efforts to please him. I leaned back to catch my breath and give my tongue a break, when I heard a quiet knock on the door. I startled and started to turn towards the door. Mark reached up and forced my mouth back on his cock, “Don’t worry about the door, boy,” he grunted, “Service me.” Fearing one of his slaps, I opened my mouth and pleasured him, my tongue fluttering around his semi-hard cock head as I took him deep. Daddy leaned back. “Come in, the door is unlocked,” he said quietly. I heard the door open and someone stepped into the room. What the fuck, I thought? I was buck naked, my ass in the air on display for a total stranger, someone Daddy wouldn’t even let me see. Daddy addressed the stranger, “Get comfortable and join us.” I resisted the urge to turn my head, and just kept sucking. I heard rustling that sounded like someone removing their clothes, the zip of a belt being pulled from a pair of pants, a dull clunk as shoes were removed and dropped to the carpeted floor. After a few minutes, a heard a lighter and saw reflected flame flicker and a few seconds later I smelled smoke. It was an unfamiliar smell. After the stranger apparently finished their hit, I heard them pad up behind me and drop to their knees. Within seconds I felt the stranger’s fingers enter my hole with practiced ease. The fingers were large, two of them the same size as three of Marks. As quickly as they dipped in, the fingers were gone. I heard something rustle, and then fuck, four huge fingers of someone’s hand were buried almost to the hilt in my butt. I grunted in surprise and my head shot up as the fingers moved inside me. That grunt turned to a deep moan as I felt the beginnings of a familiar burn. The man’s hand was so large, he was toying with my inner ring without even having his whole fist in me, pushing what felt to be 2-3 big shards of crystal right into that place where Mark had done the same hours ago. I immediately arched my back as the burning and pleasure mixed, the sharp pain of the shards’ payload starting to detonate in my cunt. As my boyhole switched from burning to hot need I automatically started to back up. With one hand buried and moving in my ass, the stranger used his other huge, calloused hand to stop my ass from taking more of him. He moved that hand from my behind me, and wrapped it around my throat, pulling me up against him. With my back arched, because his other hand was still buried with a good part of his palm buried inside me while he toyed with my insides, I was pressed against the chest of a big, muscular man. The bottom of his face was near the top of my ear, the growth of his beard scratching the my head where he touched it. “Your Daddy asked me to give you this gift, baby boy,” a deep voice growled in my ear, “But he said I couldn’t fist you yet.” The stranger started licking and biting my ear, running his large tongue around the side of my head, licking my sweat. One hand was wrapped tight around my throat, squeezing lightly, holding me in a powerful grip. His other hand continued to flutter and flick, toying and teasing my ass, driving the burning need the shards had created. The stranger withdrew his fingers abruptly, still holding me against him with his other arm. He stood in one, powerful, athletic motion, bringing my throat and therefore me with him. I stumbled and struggled, and for a few seconds I was hanging in the air by my throat, my 140 pound frame swinging. I chocked and stumbled, my hands grabbing round the man’s big arms, and quickly regained my footing. The stranger spun me around like a toy and I was eye level with a powerful chest. Those caulloused hands, one of them greasy with the Crisco dripping from my ass, roughly lifted my face to look him directly in the eye. “This is your Daddy Bill,” Mark said, puffing on yet another cigarette. I glanced over at him, he was stroking his meat, apparently having enjoyed the little show Bill had just performed with me. As I turned my attention away from Bill, he grabbed my face roughly and turned it back to him, moving my lips upward where he delivered a crushing kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, his body so much bigger than mine that it felt like even his tongue was stretching my mouth, molding my body to accommodate him. I had no choice but to wrap my arms around the big man, as he kissed me, fucking me with his tongue, with one hand he held my face and the other was already roaming my body, squeezing my back and waist, stroking my butt, his big calloused fingers dipping into my gaping hole. I could feel the man was solid, much taller than me (maybe 6’3”?), and his body felt great. I had already felt that he had pretty big arms, when my hands would barely fit around them as I held on for dear life as he powerfully pulled me into a standing position. Now I felt the hard flat stomach, the powerful legs, and what felt like a very hard, muscular ass. Abruptly the make out session ended, as without a hint of effort Daddy Bill put a hand on each shoulder, forcing me to kneel in front of him. As I did so, I was face to face with his cock. A powerful scent of precum drifted from his cock to me, drawing me in and I began to lean in but Bill stopped me, pulling my face up towards him and I got my first real look at him. P Bill was a handsome man. He was very tall, powerful arms, flat stomach, and his legs were as big as they had felt. Probably in his late 30s, he had reddish brown hair worn a little long, almost as a mullet, and white skin. His arms and neckline were tan, but the rest of his skin was pale, slightly reddish in color. His face was square and handsome, the deep voice hinting at a Maryland accent. “Your Daddy Mark here has told me all about you, boy,” Bill said, his voice roughening into the growl of an apex predator, “I know he’s been training you rough and deep, and he thought I’d enjoy spending this Saturday night with you both. Would you like me and your daddy to work you over boy?” Did I want that? Fuck yes I wanted that! To answer him, I just opened my mouth and leaned into take Bill’s big beautiful cock in my mouth, drawn in by the musky smell that was driving me wild. My world exploded in pain before I closed half the distance to his cock, as one of his big hands wrapped around my throat, and the other delivered a brutal slap across my face. Using just his thumb, he moved my face so I was looking up into his deep brown eyes. “My boys answer me right away when I ask them a question, is that clear?” Stunned, in pain, and seeing stars, it took me a second to realize that this was a question too. The sight of his big hand in what remained of my peripheral vision about to deliver another slap that finally woke my brain up. “Yes, that’s clear,” I managed. Still holding me by my neck, Daddy Bill firmly said, “And my boys always address me as sir or Daddy, so yes, what, baby boy? “Yes, daddy, that’s clear,” I answered. Using just that one hand around my throat, Daddy Bill pushed me down so my face was directly under his cock, looking up. My eyes filled with the thing that had become the object of my deepest desire the minute I saw it—Daddy Bill had a very big, very beautiful, cock. He was one of those relatively pale-skinned men whose cock and balls are darker than the rest of their body. In high school there had been a boy with jet black hair and white skin whose cock and balls were much darker, a light blue-black that matched his hair nearly perfectly. Daddy Bill’s probably Irish or Scottish ancestry and his slightly ruddy complexion meant his cock as a dark reddish pink. His balls hung low, the size of extra large eggs. Perfectly oval, I wasn’t really attracted to balls, but right now, the way this man was taking charge of me, all I wanted in the world was to bathe those big balls in my mouth for hours. Bill was a tall man with big hands and big feet, naturally broad shoulders and was the kind of man who was immediately muscular the minute he reached puberty. I later learned he was from Hagerstown, MD, played some high school football, and did a stint in the Marines. Serving in the Marines while closeted had given him some pretty specific issues that he liked to work out through kinky sex, especially on willing twinks with a taste for big cock and dark desires. Bill was like a new drug for me with his confident masculinity, muscular body, and dominant way of treating me. I was surrounded by beautiful gay men every day of my life in those days. But they were nearly uniformly version of my boyfriend—privileged boys from comfortable upper class backgrounds who were successful in life because their parents were successes—or like me and Daddy Mark—small town boys from rural backgrounds who excelled at life because we needed to get away from the suffocating religious and social pressure of small town life. And his body was different, too. My body was taut, my muscle tone forged from a lot of aerobics. I had just started to try to build muscle so I would fit in at the dance parties and so I could pull hotter men at the bath houses I had only just discovered. But I was still very much a skinny twink (and lucky for me, Daddy Bill loved twinks). But me and all the other gay men I knew sculpted our bodies at the gym. Working first one muscle group and then the other, we built our bodies artificially, because our day jobs only used our minds. Bill may have gone to the gym—I am sure he probably did when he played football and when he was in the marines—but his body was hot now as the result of work he did ever day delivering for a local liquor distributor. Those powerful arms that could pick me up in one motion by the throat—those were powerful from loading and unloading kegs of beer all day. That big chest that so excited me when I was pressed against it—it was big because he lifted crates of hard liquor every day. Likewise those powerful legs, that muscle ass, and that hard, flat stomach were all the result of spending hours using his leg, core and glutes to lift in his job. But the big hands, the big feet, and the big cock that was increasingly become the center of my universe? That was just a gift from God. After letting me taste his precum, Bill used one of his big thumbs to open my mouth. His cock hung low, brushing my lips. He hung about six inches, semi hard like now But soon it would grow to a solid 9.5 inches of rock hard white muscle cock, almost as thick as my wrist. I would get to know that cock very well over the next 24 hours. But for now, I was still to be denied his cock. After lightly brushing the big head around my wide open lips, smearing his precum, Daddy Bill reached down with both hands, hooking me under the arms and bringing me upright to stand in front of him. Over my shoulder I heard Daddy Mark say, “Bill, come relax in this chair so my boy can serve you.” As Daddy Bill turned me around, Mark got up from his chair and stood next to both Bill and me. “Glad you could join us Bill,” Daddy Mark said with a glint in his eye, “I think we can say that as I suspected, my boy really likes you.” Bill pressed me back against his chest, and leaned in to give Mark a light kiss. “Well. I guess it’s lucky for him your boy he likes me,” Bill said darkly, that huge hand squeezing my throat again, “But it wouldn’t matter either way to me. If he didn’t, we would just bring him in line like we did the last boy.” I shivered, rubbing my ass back against Bill’s hardening cock. Mark leaned in to my ear, and in a deathly serious whisper said, “Bill here is gonna make you hurt, make you hurt bad, and then we are both going to fuck you so deep. But a little slut like you will love it, won’t you cunt?” I looked into his eyes, black from the lines of Tina I vaguely heard him doing in the few minutes I had been focused on Daddy Bill. I shivered again, I was afraid. Mark had already taken me places I didn’t know I could go. I trusted him to push me but also keep me from permanent harm. Trusting him had freed me several times just tonight, so I looked him in the eyes, and said, “Yes, Daddy, please, give it to me.” In a few minutes I was on my knees, Daddy Bill lounging in the comfortable chair in front of me, Daddy Mark behind me with a small arsenal of ass toys and a big tub of Crisco.

While this is very much a factionalized account, as they say on TV, it is based on true events. Every character you will encounter is based on someone real and the core of every person, their sexual style and prowess, and sexual act depicted happened in some form in the late 1990s. So, thanks for your kind words, and if you like Daddy Mark, just wait until you meet Daddy Bill.

I felt the massive, 12.5 diameter head of the black annihilator dildo press against my hungry ass. “Is my boy’s pussy hungry?” Mark asked. I just moaned and reached back to open my asscheeks for him. My pussy wasn’t just hungry, it was ravenous with need. The deep fuck, massive booty bump, and giant load of chempiss had taken me nearly beyond reason. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as the giant dildo began to slowly push into my ass. It felt huge, its firm head pushing my lips inward for a bit. Daddy kept steady pressure on it, all the while hissing for me to take it. I had taken this tool before, usually at the end of the night, but tonight was different. Tonight Mark had gotten his wish ever since he started to mold my twink ass—I had been given a taste of deep fucking and I craved more. The pressure on my ass was steady, it felt like a baby’s head, the giant silicone glans of the thing, as it pushed at the entrance to my hole. Suddenly, my lips opened up and in it popped. I gave a sharp cry, arched my back, and groaned deeply. Mark held the dildo steady, letting me get used to it. “Slid right in this time, you little slut,” he said, “Gonna fuck you so deep.” Although I definitely wanted it, I had some serious doubts about the annihilator fucking me. I had taken the toy many times—or most of it—but my hole was tight enough that Daddy could only slowly push it in, make me hold it for a bit, and then slowly pull it out. I was also worried about my ability to get fucked with the giant toy because he had taken my poppers away again. After he filled my ass with a huge load of chempiss and plugging it inside me, he had kept me face down ass up on the bed while he watched part of yet another fisting porn scene. I was too high to watch it, and I couldn’t see the TV anyway with my head turned to the side and my chest close to the bed so the chempiss could work it’s way deep inside. After about 15 minutes, he said, “That’s had time to cook your hole. “ He reached down and grabbed the poppers from my hand. Putting them on his bedside table, next to the faint remains of our crystal supply, he directed me into the bathroom where he yanked the plug out and what little liquid not completely absorbed into my body dribbled out of my hole. I groaned and begged him to use me. And that’s where I was now, being used by my Daddy. Right now it felt amazing, too, the giant head lodged in my first chamber. “Squeeze your hole around the head,” Mark commanded, “Suck on it with your ass like you suck on my asshole, you nasty slut.” I did as he commanded, squeezing my ass muscles around the giant head. I immediately grunted and then moaned as the feeling of fullness increased sharply. The thing felt like a bowling ball in my ass. “Do it again,” Mark demanded, “And keep the pressure on until I tell you to stop.” I took a breath and as always, did as I was told. It really did feel incredible, this giant toy stuffed in my anal cavity. I could feel it reshaping and remodeling my insides, it’s hard shape pushing against my walls. “Take another breath,” he said, “And as you let it out stop sucking on the head and push out.” I took a deep breath, let up the pressure and pushed out—and that’s when Daddy made his move. With firm but gentle pressure he pushed the dildo into my hole. I could feel my second ring open, in a way it never had before, and I felt the big head move into my second ring. It got in about half way when it started to hurt. Daddy saw me start to tense up and he stopped. “Just breathe,” he said, “Breath and feel the stretch.” I had never felt this before—the toy felt bigger and more filling than ever before. I breathed in again, and as I let it out, Mark pushed gently and it was in. The giant head was inside my second ring and my asslips were wrapped around the slightly thicker shaft. I could feel the asymmetrical shape of the shaft filling my ass, the the fake vein stretching and bulging the bottom of my asslips so tight. I moaned loudly and deeply. Daddy held the toy perfectly still. I was breathing heavily, my mind a jumble. “Fuuuuuck,” I moaned, “Please Daddy fuck me deep.” I could practically hear him smirk, although I was focused more on the intense feelings from my ass more than anything in the world. “That’s what I am doing, you slut,” Again there was the pause, the little moment of respite for the building of desire. Mark knew the exact rhythm how much more body could take. He knew when to push, when to hurt me, and when to make me wait. It only took a few seconds, as hungry as my ass had become, and without thinking about it my hole relaxed slightly, my back arched, and I moaned. As I did so he pushed slowly and steadily as more and more of the dildo—bigger than either of my arms—disappeared up my ass. I groaned, lost to thought, feeling nothing but submission and I desire to have my ass filled. Slowly but surely, my ass opened until all 16 inches of the tool was buried to the hilt. I was shaking very slightly now, panting, with low deep moans between pants. I bucked my ass a tiny bit, like a bitch in heat, as I felt the giant tool stretch me completely. I couldn’t move much—the annihilator’s immobilized the middle of my body, it vast firm thickness filling me from my assring to deep, deep inside. “Oh daddy, fuuuuck meeeee,” I begged. “Take me, use me, fuuuck meee.” If it had been obscene before, when my mouth was glued to his assring, this was even more so. My skinny flat twink ass bisected by the giant black silicon shaft. My asslips were completely taut—even if there had been more crystal, there was no way a finger was going between that ring and the silicon god ravishing my hole. Daddy held the beast steady, using both hands around its giant balls. The toy rose and fell with my deep panting, every moan causing it to bob slightly. I was masterful display of dominance, the way he kept that shaft firmly planted all the way in my hole. After a good five minutes of this—Mark later told me the giant fucker was so heavy, he couldn’t keep it steady much more—Daddy told me to breath and slowly, tortuously, the giant toy excited my hole. Expecting a rest, I flopped on my back. “Legs up, cunt, daddy demanded, “Your need to be fucked.” Once my legs were in the air, Daddy pushed the toy back in. It slid in slowly but smoothly, barely registering any resistance from my broken down inner ring, although he knew when it did by the deep moan I let out. Once there, Daddy wedged the toy on the bed, letting about an inch of it out of my guts so the heavy balls could rest on the bed. I was panting again, breathing heavily from the intensity of this second deep fuck. The toy was huge in my ass, making my ass the absolute center of my universe. I could honestly think of nothing else, could feel nothing but the incredible giant fullness, the stretch, the constant oscillation of pain and pleasure emanating from my anal cavity. Mark laid back and reached for his cigarettes. On screen, a group of German muscle men were engaged in a noisy fistful. But I could barely see them, my mind was so engrossed in trying to understand the feeling of something so large lodged in what felt like the root of my body. As I lay there trying to both come down from the deep fuck and the feeling of fullness, Daddy put his cigarette down and started using his mouth and hands to pinch and bite my nipples. After doing this a bit, his teeth clamped down hard on one nipples and I felt him move the base of the toy of the bed and slowly push those final inches into my hole. I groaned loudly, and Mark bit my tit harder. “Do it, please, do it. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuuuck meee “ I begged. Mark began to slowly pull the toy out, about four inches and then back in. He did this slowly over and over again. The entire time I begged him to keep fucking me, feeling the giant head of the dildo and the massive shaft reshaping every part of my insides. It hurt some, especially as the head moved inside me, but I began to crave it more, The rough play at the start of the session which Mark had soothed with his fist full of Tina—had implanted a dark desire deep in my soul. Mark slowly sat up, keeping the relentless slow fuck going, but now he began to pull out further, six inches out and back in, then relentless 8 inches and back in. “Harder, daddy, more,” I panted, “Fuck me with your giant cock.” My begging egged him on. He knew the toy was so obscenely big that it magnified all feelings in my add, but he also had me where he had been molding me for weeks—with a serious hunger for deep fucking and taste for some rough, hard, okay. And so fuck me he did, relentlessly. There was no way the toy was going to be able to punched in and yanked out, the way he had with the little beaded dildo at the beginning of the night. But he had the perfect tool for a Tina-craved size-queen twink who he had taught to crave bigger and harder things. He pulled it out and pushed it in, increasing the fuck speed by tiny amounts until he was long dicking my ass with the dildo, pulling it until the big head was in my first chamber, and then pushing it relentlessly forward, stretching and ruining my inner ring. I lay there, legs high over my head, so turned on I was tweaking my nipples and touching my body, feeling the giant tool rearranging my insides as I felt my abdomen move from the outside. My head was all over the place. The toys hurt, it felt amazing, it felt like someone was dragging a bowling ball in and out of my ass. It felt like I couldn’t live without someone using my hole like this every day. He fucked me for what felt like forever—I don’t know if it was 5 minutes or 40–but he delivered a final series of four harder nearly full length fucks of the dildo, each one causing me to cry out and writhe in pleasure and pain. “Like it when I fuck you like that?” Mark growled, delivering the final deep fuck. He pulled the the giant tool out of my hole too quickly and I cried out. As I went to put my legs down, panting from the ass workout. “Stay put,” he commanded, and lined the head of the dildo with my ass and in one push, the hardest and roughest he’d been, pushed the giant dildo through my anal ring, the giant head pushing and bruising my ass as it slipped easily through my second ring, and lodged itself deep in the furthest reaches of my colon. There was a pause. I was moaning heavily, panting, sweat streaming off of body from the intense fucking. My jumbled mind knew only that my hole was his to command, I could think about nothing other than getting more of that fullness, more of that fucking, more of that giant hardness stretching me. And then with slow and steady pressure Daddy pulled the giant tool out of my hole in own smooth motion. As the giant head entered the outer chamber of my ass he pulled harder, and my world exploded into stars and I yelled “Fuuuuuck” as the giant head pulled my asslips out into a giant rosebud. Mark said nothing, put the toy down, lit a cigarette, and turned his eyes to the porn on screen.

I lay on the bed in the dark bedroom, my legs half up, my hole front and center. The only light came from the television where a hot Italian from NY wearing scrubs pushed a giant but plug into an angel-faced Twink on a hospital gurney. It was one of my favorite porn scenes, but it barely registered. My mind was a tangle of feelings, fleeting thoughts, and dark desires. I was still high from the booty bumps and the endorphin rush of what my daddy had just done to my hole. I felt the absence of the giant dildo deep in my hole like a newly-discovered phantom limb. It was an ache of something I’d lost, and although it was the first time I’d ever felt it, it felt like the loss of something essential that I needed and that always been with me. Little did I know that Mark had changed me permanently. More than 25 years later I would still remember that feeling and still feel the loss of the dildo from my hole every day, no matter how many other men reached near that spot. When I masturbated, could rarely come without thinking about it. He had found the core of me, stretched it, hurt it, and then healed it with crystal and his raw animal lust. And animal lust was where I was headed, lying in that bed next to Mark. He completely ignored me, engrossed in the action on screen as the top was now wearing long rubber gloves and deep fisting the twink. He stroked his meat with one hand while he smoked a cigarette with the other, adding to the faint haze in the room. He often did this, both giving me a chance to rest but also a chance for the need to grow. Timing a fuck was his special power. After what may have been 15 minutes or 30–by this point my head was well outside time and space— I did pass through the immediate experience. And there it was again—the phantom limb feeling became a need to be fucked again and soon turned into a nearly ravenous hunger for more. As I began touching my ass and playing with my nipples, Mark turned to me. “My bitch is in heat again.” Pointing to his cock, “Thank me with your hot mouth,” he commanded. I crawled between his legs, back arched and ass in the air, my posture begging him to use me. I sucked his cock, licked his balls, using my tongue in a desperate effort to give him pleasure. I cleaned the crisco off his tool, the same crisco that he had used on my ass. It tasted of my ass, his cigarettes, and probably bits of the Tina he used on me. When he was hard, I licked his shaft up and down, my tongue fluttering around his cock head in an effort to please him. He said nothing, just pushed my head down to his asshole while he took up pleasuring his own cock. His asshole still tasted of saliva from my last service maybe an hour ago, mixed with his sweat from the lines of Tina he had done as well as spots of the ubiquitous crisco, which by that point was everywhere on the bed and on our bodies. I cleaned all of it off with my tongue, lightly lapping around his anal ring. Once that was done, I fluted my tongue and darted up his hole, moving it around the inside. He said nothing—daddy never gave praise for me doing what he considered my basic service—but I knew I was doing a good job because he moved his legs up, giving me better access. He was in no rush, slowly jacking his cock while watching fisting porn, enjoying the feeling of a much younger twink worshiping his daddy hole. After what felt like 30 minutes of my serving him, the ravenous need in my hole began to overwhelm me. And that is when I began to really beg him. This was the part he loved, when the hot twink whose hole he commanded, began to work my way up his body, kissing and licking and whispering “Please, sir, please fuck my hole.” I would lick and suck his cock, pleasure his asshole, and then lightly tongue worship his thighs, stomach and nipples. He continued to ignore me, and just pointed at his hole. My tongue dove in deep, the desperation to please him so he would stretch me again overwhelming my endorphin-and-Tina-addled brain. I know it looked obscene. The young twink, dark blonde hair plastered with sweat, face shiny with drops of crisco and beads of sweat, mouth wide open, lips locked onto the older man’s asshole, his twink tongue probing deep as he could in a desperate attempt to give the older man pleasure. I also knew that there was no question who was serving whom here—this wasn’t like the Black top from Baltimore the week before at the bathhouse, who insisted he as the top would eat the pussy he fucked. He wasn’t letting my mouth stray from its deep throating of his cock. Only he, as the man, would enter me. And the next time my mouth was used by him was with his big fingers chocking down my throat me as he slammed his fat 10 inches into my ass over and over. No, this was more depraved and turned me on more. This was me deep cleaning the orifice my daddy used to expel waste. It was always clean—the most Mark was into scat was the obvious degradation I felt expelling the many, many enemas he gave me to start out the night on the toilet in front of him. But the implication was in the background of why he loved to make me serve him: I served as my daddy’s whore, my mouth cleaning the orifices he used to piss and shit. After another long round of even more enthusiastic tongue worship of his ass, my tongue going as deep as I could, he finally spoke. “Turn around and show me that hole,” he commanded. I eagerly got into position, my head down on the bed, legs spread wide, back arched and ass up. I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart showing Mark his latest handwork. Immediately I felt his fingers roughly enter me, toying and playing, sawing in and out. I let out a low whine and backed up, body writhing in pleasure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I heard him say, “I’ve got you all warmed up now.” I just moaned and tried to take more of his fingers into my now nearly flaming pussy. I then felt him take his cock and roughly ram it into my hole. I started to lose balance so I took my hands away from my asscheeks and used them to steady myself on the bed. “Special treat for you now,” he said darkly, and that’s when I felt his warm chempiss squirting against the inside of my hole. Almost immediately the familiar warmth and tingle of the Tina-saturated liquid began to take me higher. The pleasure was so intense I started to wiggle and moan. Then I felt a sharp slap on my ass. “Stay still cunt, don’t you lose a drop of my hot piss,” Daddy commanded, “Keep that stomach down so it can get deep inside you.” I pushed my stomach down and immediately the piss flowed into my inner ring, which felt much more open after his deep intense toy fuck. His piss was going much deeper than it ever had before. The warmth and tingling brought incredible pleasure, and the hunger to be used, already intense, took on a darker dimension. All I could think about was my hole and having it used and abused. I didn’t care how stretched open he made it, I just wanted it destroyed. Daddy finished with a satisfied grunt, and I felt him push a medium-sized plug in. The plug slid in easily, its diameter much smaller than what had been in there not long before. “Gonna have to get you a bigger one, you hungry hole,” I head Daddy say, “Pussy is getting too loose for that one.” I started to turn to lie on the bed when I felt him deliver a super hard slap on my ass. I startled and my hole clamped like a vise around the ring of the diodo. “Stay still, bitch, and let that all get deep inside you,” he commanded, “You don’t move until I say so.” Mark leaned back, stroking his meat, and started watching porn. He stuck one foot out, his toes toying with my Tina shriveled cock and balls, occasionally pressing hard against the plug lodged in my ass. I put my head and stomach down, ass up, and waited.

Mark’s teeth bit into my nipple while his hand pushed the big red anal bead into my hole. Pain and pleasure mixed in my head—the booty bump he had given me earlier made me feel like I needed his abuse. I craved this roughness. “I am gonna get real nasty with you,” he said in a low voice in my ear. “Leave your hole open and dripping wet.” At that exact moment I felt the big bead slide in, its coating of crisco smoothing the way, although the rough leather cord holding the beads together always hurt a bit. A sharp cry escaped my mouth, and at first I felt two full—the two big beads stretching my hole too much too fast. But then the feeling changed, as it always seemed to, into one of intense pleasure and I moaned, already craving more. Mark was the man who was training my hole, molding into the shape and size he wanted. We had met on a chat line—one of those now crazy-seeming, pre-internet ways I met guys to hook up with in the late 1990s. His voice had come on the line, a slight hint of Southern-good-old-boy in his voice, I said I was a total bottom, and did he like to use toys? His response was that he loved to use toys on bottom boys. And that he did. I was in my mid-20s then, 5’7”, a bit of a Twink, with dark blonde hair, decent body but no six pack. A flat skinny ass that Daddy loved to shave at the start of our sessions. Right after the first bump and then the series of deep enemas he gave me to get me ready for him. He was probably in his late 40s then, decent body that he didn’t work out. He was trim. Sort of a classic thinner dad bod. Dark brown hair in a conservative cut for his law firm job. Not a lot of body hair to begin with and he kept his cock and balls hairless. To be honest his cock was average, probably 7 inches hard. As a major size queen, it really didn’t turn me on. But Mark did turn me on. I loved how when I arrived at his door, usually late at night high on Tina and X from a night out, he made me strip in his living room and get on my knees and suck his cock. He always smelled of cigarettes and stale sweat and beer. His asshole, which he always demanded I worship during breaks in holeplay, tasted exciting and musty. I loved the feeling of submission I got from worshiping his asshole with my tongue. He bit my nipple again, and I felt him push the third bead against my hole, the rough leather cording hurting a bit. “Take a hit of poppers,” he said, “Let it in,”as he began to push hard. I took a big hit, holding it in and then letting it out in a rush. The third bead slowly began to push in, the feeling of fullness overwhelming me as my mind spun from the poppers. I felt my hole stretched hard, the other two beads shifting, trying to make space for this third one that my sir wanted to put in me. I struggled and moaned, but Mark just continued to press. The third one was always difficult, and sometimes just wouldn’t fit. It was one of the things I loved about Mark, his ability to make me ride the line between pain and pleasure. By this point we had got together maybe three times, but somehow he knew what I craved. He knew I craved the pain of a rough stretch but he never pushed it so hard it actually caused damage. The bead reached its widest point, and Mark gave it a harder push. It wouldn’t go in, but he kept it in position, making my hole accommodate the widest stretch possible. He bit my nipple again. “Open that hole boy,” he growled in my ear, “I want to take you deep.” The problem of the third bead was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least one of the other two beads, then the third one would never go in. His obsession with deep play scared me, to be honest, but on my way to his place in a cab I always vowed to be a good boy, to do what he demanded, to let him take my hole. At this point, my hole was feeling the pain a bit more than the pleasure. The rough leather cord, so exciting a minute before, was starting to hurt. Mark saw the change, and let the third ball pop out. “Keep those other two in boy,” he said, “Let daddy stretch you out.” He lay back to watch the fisting porn playing on the screen in his dimly lit bedroom while reaching for a cigarette. I knew I was expected to keep the balls in, but it was difficult. As I started to whine, Mark said, “Keep them in. In a few second you are going to be begging me for more.” And so I did I was told and kept the big beads inside. As I turned my attention ti the big dildos being used on the muscly bottom on screen, I began to feel the fullness as pleasure, and I put my legs up higher, exposing my hole more directly. It never failed, once I was relaxed and saw what was happening on screen I always begin to crave it again. I knew it was partially the Tina, but it was also me. Mark freed my need for submission, made me want to be hurt, to feel the pain and pleasure of my hole being stretched. “See pig,” Mark smirked, blowing cigarette smoke in my face, “I know just what my boy needs.” “Please sir, “ I begged, “use my hole.” Mark looked cross, and said “Not know, bitch, let me finish my cigarette.” He lay back, lightly stroking his meat, while watching the moaning bottom on screen get railed with a big toy. I lay beside him, fingers now moving around my hole, dipping into its greasy depths a bit. I knew better than to ask again, for if I did, he would slap me hard across the face for not listening, and then he would make me wait for a long time before he used my hole. While I wanted the abuse, I also needed my hole used while I was riding this high. So I kept my mouth shut, knowing I was here to be used in Mark’s way, on Mark’s time. If I wasn’t so honey I would be apprehensive—for when he pulled hard and removed the beads I was going to get quite a ride. It always was, and I always wanted more. I closed my eyes for a second, reveling in the feeling of the beads in my hole. I spread my legs wide, my body saying “fuck me.” And at that moment my master hole stretcher pounced. His teeth bit hard on my nipple as his hand yanked on the cord. There was a moment of equilibrium, when he pulled and the muscles in my ass resisted, but then it happened, the beads began their explosive way out of my ass. The feeling was indescribable, it definitely hurt but strangely it felt wonderful as the rough cord and huge rubber balls made their way out of my anal cavity. He was not being gentle today and just pulled hard until I saw stars and the first bead came out. I moaned loudly, expecting a break, but today there would be no rest—Mark wanted the second bead and my ass would give it. He continued to pull hard until I was panting and morning suddenly felt my insides turn out as the second ball was expelled. I lay back, legs still spread wide and asshole up, panting and feeling the delayed reaction as the nerve signals from my ass reached my head. I closed my eyes, expecting the usual minute of rest, when I felt Mark’s hands at my hole. Suddenly, something long and somewhat thin and ribbed was shoved hard up my hole. My eyes shot open in surprise as I felt the first of the little beads on the dildo enter my second hole. “You will open for me,” Mark said, “I will take you deep” as he pushed the beaded dildo home. By this point, I was gasping, my mind a jumble of pain and pleasure signals. It was the somewhat long, very stiff, pretty thin black beaded dildo he had just shoved in me. And it hurt. “Take a hit of poppers boy,” Mark said, “And get used to that feeling. That part of your hole is mine.” I did as instructed, and in seconds the deep dildo felt great. Now Mark was fucking me with it, gently taking the beaded diodo out of that deep place and putting it back, teaching me to crave attention in that space. He gave me a long final fuck, and shoved it home hard again. A low whine escaped my lips, and as my mouth opened, his tabaco-scented mouth covered mine, his tongue pushing half way down my throat. Only Mark could violate my mouth and ass at the same time and make it feel so right. He lay back and lit another cigarette. When we were partying, he smoked like a fiend. And while I normally didn’t like cigarettes, somehow it was associated with our sleazy sex and through the drug haze, was hot. I started to come down from the poppers and put my legs down. Again, watching the screen where a top was elbow fisting a boy in a sling. “You will get there, pig,” Mark said, as he leaned back, pointing at the screen. We relaxed this way for a bit. Sometimes my hole would throb around the beaded dildo and start to hurt. Then my hole would relax and the deep, deep, craving would come as I watched the fisting on screen. After about 10 minutes Mark reached over and I put my legs up, giving him access to my hole. He began gently fucking me with the beaded dildo again, working especially on that inner ring. He fucked me slow for a few minutes while I did poppers. After my second hit, he pushed the dildo in all the way, paused a moment, and in one hard yank pulled the beaded dildo out of my second hole and all the way out. It was the most pain he had ever caused me and I cried out. My hole was on fire as he had pulled my insides out. I started to whine, “You hurt me.” At that moment his whole hand entered my hole and his fingers began pushing and toying with my second ring. I felt a familiar burn as he deposited a huge booty bump from the inside of his palm. His fingers pushing most of it into my deeper place. Now my hole really was on fire. Within seconds the burning fire was replaced with the beginnings of another fire, that need to have my hole destroyed. He toyed with my inner ring for a minute, pushing one then two fingers in, and then quickly yanked his hand out. I lay back, panting, my body and my mind a jumble. To say I was turned on would be a massive understatement.I I was beginning to feel my world compress. My hole was taking over—it was the largest booty bump I had ever done, and Mark had used it to sooth the pain of the roughest fuck he had ever given me. He leaned back and smirked at me. “Feel good now?” My mind was a jumble, my heart racing, and the pleasure and need kept rising. I didn’t know it, but a booty bump got the Tina into my bloodstream just a fraction less quickly than injecting it. And my daddy had just given me a huge bump. My legs rose and my fingers began playing with my hole. “Want more do you, you little slut? Let’s take a little break while that warms you up for me,” he said, reaching for yet another smoke. “I wanna hear you beg me to fuck your hole.” He leaned back, ignoring me and focusing on the porn, a VHS tape onto which I had copied all of the Director ‘s cuts fisting scenes. I lay there, feeling the need in my hole continue to grow. Daddy had made a statement with that series of pain and pleasure moments. And that statement was that I was in his bed to get fucked deep. My fear of that was evaporating, as his masterful opening of my inner ring—and filling it with something guaranteed to make my inner hole crave it—began to take over. We lay there for a few moments, my desire to be filled growing more and more, and without even thinking, I began to beg. The video ended and the room got darker. I was so lost in my need I moved my head to his cock and began to suck, begging to be fucked. He moved his balls aside, indicating I should serve his asshole. As I did my ass rose as my desire to be used by him became overwhelming. He pulled me up and pushed me down beside me, filling my mouth with his tongue. And then I felt something big beginning to be pushed into my hole. I didn’t know what it was, only that I felt like a big plug, I struggled a bit with it and took a hit of poppers and it slid in. It felt like a plug but wasn’t, there was no base. He lay back and said nothing. I was too lost in the feelings of ecstasy to focus and just kept my hands on my nipples. A few minutes later Mark began to push again. This time what felt like an even bigger plug began to fill my ass. It felt huge and I struggled and panted. I huffed on the poppers and breathed deeply and suddenly my inner ring was stretched and then second plug went in while the first pass into my inner ring. I was know more open, more full, and fucked deeper than I had ever been. I panted and groaned and Mark just bit my nipple. I could have put my hands down to feel the toy, but I was too lost in ecstasy. All I knew was that this toy kept getting bigger. I felt incredibly stretched and full. And hornier than ever. “What is this toy?” I asked. “I thought the giant inflatable toy broke?” “It did,” Mark smirked, “Just enjoy this and you can see the toy when I am done.” I lay back, my mind a jumble of pleasure. The feeling of fullness was so complete, the room was quite dark now without the porn on screen, that I really just did what I needed to do: I enjoyed the feeling. I must have lain there with my legs up and my guts stuffed full for 10 minutes. Mark smoked another cigarette, then finally noticed the porn was off and went to put in another VHS tape. He lay down beside me on the bed and reached over and kissed me. As he did, he took the poppers from my hand. “No poppers now,” he said, “just breathe while I fuck your ass.” His fingers toyed at the entrance to my hole. It was stuffed so full he couldn’t get his fingers in, although he certainly tried. Suddenly, I felt a gentle pressure as he grasped the handle and began to push. I had taken big toys many times before. In fact, I could take a giant-headed dildo all the way deep, much deeper than a fist. But it was nothing like the feeling I felt now. He pushed very slowly and I groaned deep. It felt like he was driving a truck up my ass. Each of my rings began to stretch at the same time—the inner smaller plug going deeper in me than it felt like anything had ever gone, the second bigger plug stretching my second ring wider than it had ever been stretched, and my assring pulled so tight I feared it would pop. “Breathe boy, breathe deep,” he growled, “Let me take your ass and make it mine.” He kept up a slow and steady pressure (he really did now just how hard to push me) and slowly, agonizingly, the toy began it slow entrance. When it got to the widest part he stopped it, holding my each of the rings of my assrings gaping open at the widest point. I grunted. He leaned in an whispered in my ear, “That’s how I fuck my bitch,” and then he pushed it home. The feeling was incredible. I was moaning and panting, literally his bitch in heat. At that moment I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to do just to feel that incredible feeling again. Every big cock or big toy that had fucked me before faded away: this was my purpose. To be deep fucked by him. After I lay like this a few minutes, him whispering dirty talk about opening me up and fucking me deep, the feeling changed again. I was no longer too full. I needed more. This time, I actually reached down and felt the toy. It wasn’t all in side of me. After that last plug there was a short length of thick silicone before a wide flat flat and then a rigdged flat handle. My eyes went wide, and he said, “Yes, you have the entire big Manrammer in your pussy. And I see you want more,” he grinned. He reached down and slowly, slowly, pushed it the rest of the way in. He paused and I just begged, “Please fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” “Get used to that a second, and then we will see if I can fuck you with it,” he said, reaching again for his cigarettes. I lay there beside him still panting and squirming. After his cigarette was done, he reached down and I felt a burn. He had given me another small booty bump around the edges of the dildo! He started biting my nipples and slowly pushed and pulled on the dildo. It wouldn’t move much. I was begging him to fuck me with it, asking him to use my hole but it would only move a little. Even that felt incredible, but there was no way he was going to get much in and out motion—it was just too deep and too tight. It was my first deep fuck and I should have been proud. I was, but that deep need he had opened in my wanted more. After probably 20 minutes with it buried to the hilt, he gave me the poppers back and very slowly pulled the toy out. My body helped him expel the intruder—and each time the plug got out its widest point he would pause, making me feel the stretch, reminding me that he was the one in control not me. When it was just the final plug inside, he gently fucked my assring with it a few times and then pulled hard and out it popped. I lay there drenched in sweat, panting from the effort. It felt like my asshole had given birth multiple times. My hole hung open, I could feel the cool air of his bedroom, and his fingers toyed with my hole. I expected him to fist me, but instead he just toyed with my asslips, occasionally dipping his fingers inside, each time making me moan. He laid back, light a cigarette, and said, “How’d you like that?”

Would love to hear morE of this story when you get a chance.

Hot story. Would love to read more (and learn how James ended up where he did).

Can’t wait to read more.

Jesse is a werewolf. Love it.

What I love about your work, other than the very hot sex, is that the really bad guys (see Drax for instance in Last Known Address) usually get what’s coming to them.

I think we need to understand Mac’s story. How is he connected to all these supernaturals? And who and what is Dante?

So well written. Gothic erotic horror. One of your best installments ever. The question is did he kill himself?