Mark Fucks Me Deep.

[bottomboyam]

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.

[bottomboyam]

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. 

[Pnp-pig]

WOW is all I got - great story 

[bottomboyam]

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.”

[hungrysub]

Fuck fuck fuck love your twisted head. Your writing my ultimate fantasy - definitely not enough stories about booty bumps chem piss ass play and fisting.

 

thank you so much for this

[bottomboyam]

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!”

[bottomboyam]

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.

[bottomboyam]

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

 

[hungrysub]

Absolutely perfect story- really must try that comet thing 😉

[FFRubbrPIG]

Thank you for an amazing story!!

As someone else said there are few fisting and chems stories on here and this was FFantastic! It was exciting to get the constant drip feed of new chapters and I am  also enjoying your new story as much!!

Keep writing please!

 

[bottomboyam]

Thank for the kind words. If you get a chance, leave a quick comment on the other story. Comments are what keeps the stories high in the list. 

[Anone]

This story is truly amazing and is so very well written that I feel part of it!

[Rosebud69]

Perfect description of the need to have your limits pushed and hole expanded. As a hungry, starving pig bottom you have very accurately put into words the deep need to always have your whole tunnel of ffun pushed to its limits and then expanded further. I've always thought fist fucking was a journey to be enjoyed while the destination was always just over the horizon. The top goes deep, you want him deeper, if he goes wide, you want him wider. Once you've been double fisted you start looking for a third. This is a lifelong journey where pain delivers intense pleasure. Please write more, you are very talented.