Mark Fucks Me Deep.

[bottomboyam]

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?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited April 27, 2023 by bottomboyam

[Seawaguy]

Oh, fuck yes!

[Njn0mc]

4 hours ago, bottomboyam said:

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?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Damit I can't leave a reaction!🤬🤬

 

That was awesome!

Edited April 27, 2023 by Njn0mc

[BritFFPig]

4 hours ago, bottomboyam said:

was my inner ring—if it wasn’t stretched to take at least

Fucking amazing. I know the power of chems on a greedy cunt 😈

Edited April 27, 2023 by BritFFPig

[TaKinGDeePanal]

21 hours ago, bottomboyam said:

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,”

The mention of the Manrammer takes me back to the days of lying in the sling and getting extremely fucked up (crystal, edibles, amyl and scotch) while my chemtop spent 7 hours in opening my hole one day while his bf was in another state ... BTW, yep, I took every single damn millimetre of it. Fun that day included 3" diameter beads (we almost lost them somewhere fun), and some other rather large toys. Sadly, no ffist - and no slamming (that was a hard limit with him).

[bottomboyam]

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.

[Pnp-pig]

I blow a load just reading the first part! WOW

[dazzasboy]

Fantastic retelling of your life experiences, you have lived one hot life

[bottomboyam]

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. 

[Pnp-pig]

I’d like to feel that annihilator dildo sliding into me deep, stretching me open 

hot chapter!

[dazzasboy]

I desperately want to meet Mark

[bottomboyam]

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. 

[MuscleAss]

So hot, vivid, and intense. Nothing opens my hole like a skilled, dominant top who knows how to use tina and toys to fuck with my head. 

[Pigboypa]

So fucking hoTT!  Lucky kid!

[bottomboyam]

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.