A Coming of Fist

"Jump in the shower and rinse yourself off a little," he commanded. "Don’t use any soap and make sure you don’t get those ripe armpits wet. I want those babies reeking. Got it?"
" Yes, sir," I said as I stepped into the shower and pulled the door closed.
" Leave it open, asshole," he ordered, holding his drink in his hand.
" Yes, sir," as I turned on the water and began rinsing as best I could without wetting my armpits. It was strange having this guy watch me shower but I started getting turned on as I ran my hands over my tits, gently pinching them, never feeling his constant gaze leave me. I felt like an object of desire ... his desire ... and despite the daddy/master boy/slave roles we were playing, I’d never felt more like a man in my entire life.
" That’s enough. Dry off and come back to the bedroom."
He left and I quickly toweled myself off, pausing just long enough to take a long whiff of my sweaty pits. Good! They were still stinking to high heaven... just the way my Fist Master had ordered.
I came back into the room and saw that he’d pulled several more new things out of the black bag.
" Here, take another hit of the C ... you’re gonna need it," he ordered. This time he used his own finger to grab the white powder and as he brought it up to my open mouth, I noticed it was not much different in amount than my first big hit, but figured what the hell — I’d loved -- no, craved -- everything we’d done so far. He took an equal size hit himself and then stared at me with a rather evil look that half frightened me, but mostly just made me excited with anticipation.
" We’re gonna play a little fantasy game, boy. Only you’re gonna believe it’s for real. It’s real simple. You’re gonna pretend you’re 18 and home alone. You’re gonna be up in your bedroom with a big fat cucumber up your ass and your big brute of a daddy’s gonna come home and catch you in the act."
My god, how could he have guessed? I hadn’t told him what I used to do with cucumbers at that age.... I’d never told anybody. He was either a psychic or a god ... maybe both.

He continued to stare intently at me. He was taking this very seriously and I could tell this fantasy -- for whatever hidden reason -- was a major turn on for him
That made two of us..
" The rest of the scene is gonna be a surprise. From that point on, you’ll do whatever I tell you to do, exactly the way I tell you. Got it?"
" Yes sir," I said. My heart was beating so fast that I thought I would pass out.
" Is your ass into trying this, boy?" he asked, giving me the option of backing out, I suppose — which was a good sign I’d likely be okay when it was all over.
" You bet, sir — I mean ... daddy — sir."
" Good boy. You’re gonna have a hot fucking time as long as you do what I say. You got any cucumbers?"
" Uh ... no sir ... I don’t think so."
" Then we’ll have to use this," he said as he reached one more time into the bag and pulled out a thick butt plug.
" I’m gonna go downstairs and have another drink while you get yourself all hot and bothered on this baby here. And just remember ... when I come back, you’re 18 years old, your ass can’t ever get enough action, and you’ve got one fucking mean stud for a dad."
" Yes sir .. uh — dad," I replied, getting into the role. I’d always had such wild fantasies, actually creating the reality of this one would be easy. Several minutes later, as the latest hit of crystal started to kick in again, I was already getting turned on about the mystery of what was about to happen.
I was on the bed on my hands and knees, rubbing the thick plug around my itchy ass hole. I lubed it up generously with some crisco and then began to stick it in. As good as it felt to have something else back up my ass, I instantly realized that a mere dildo would never again be good enough to satisfy me again now that I’d had Jim’s — er, DAD’s — fist and arm inside me.
Nonetheless, I started getting into the son role as I began fucking it in and out, squirming my hairy butt all around the butt plug, wishing it could come to life and morph into my dad’s thick wrist and forearm.

" WHAT THE FUCK!"
I woke from my daze to see my dad standing at the entrance to the bedroom.
" Dad ... uh ...oh shit ... I thought you were at work."
" WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? SHIT ALMIGHTY, I DON’T BELIEVE IT! MY BIG JOCK SON IS FUCKING HIMSELF WITH — WHAT’S THAT? — A FUCKING CUCUMBER?"
" Dad ... please .... I’m sorry ... God ... I thought you were ..."
" You thought I was at the construction site for the day, didn’t you, you little fag. And here you are with a fucking green vegetable all the way up your asshole. GODDAMNIT, BOY!"
I’d been so startled by his appearance that I still had the plug all the way to the hilt with the ridge at the end trapping the plug inside me. I reached back to try and pull it out and he walked over and roughly knocked my hand away.
" How could I have raised myself a fucking faggot! Well, boy, if it’s a dick you really want up your queer ass, then we’re gonna let you keep this thing stuck up there while you get your punishment. GET UP! And don’t you fucking let that thing pop out of your asshole!"
Dad — aka Jim — went over to the black duffle bag Jim had brought and pulled out a section of white rope.
" Turn around, boy, and put your hands in front of you."

I obeyed as he wrapped the cotton rope around both my wrists and then tied them together. I could tell that he’d left just enough play in it to keep the circulation from being cut off.
" Lift your arms up, boy," he ordered as he took another length of rope and tied it to the post on the bed’s steel canopy top. I was suddenly trussed up like a side of beef and, despite the genuine fear (and the crystal), I could feel my dick getting hard.
" Look at that," he sneered. "The little faggot is liking this. He’s got a fat cucumber up his ass and a hard dick from his daddy tying him up. Well let’s see how much you like your punishment."
He reached into the bag and pulled out a wide leather belt. It was old and well worn, but it was nonetheless a very powerful symbol being held by this hot daddy stud still wearing his leather harness.
He slapped it a couple of times against my chest and I quivered in excitement. My dick was amazingly erect already and I couldn’t wait to feel the belt’s cruel sting. But I knew I also had a role to play.
" Please dad ... please don’t hit me with that," I begged. "I’m sorry, dad. I can’t help it if my ass gets so hungry for something in it. It never used to until coach ..."

" COACH!" he roared. "WHAT ABOUT COACH?"
I grinned to myself at the way I was steering him exactly where we both wanted this to go.
" It’s nothing, dad .... I shouldn’t have said anything. Just give me my whipping and let’s get it over with."
He lashed the belt across my belly really hard, causing me to groan loudly in welcome pain.
" What did Coach do?" he demanded, now angrier than ever. "TELL ME BOY!" as he lashed another welt across my heaving pecs.
" Well, coach comes over sometimes when you’re away on a construction job and he likes to — uh — fuck me. He told me as long as it’s just between two straight jocks just getting their rocks off, it’d be okay and that it didn’t mean either one of us is queer."
" BULLSHIT!" my father raged, slamming the belt across my body again. I couldn’t help but groan again in sweet pain/pleasure.
" Your fucking fag football coach is coming over here and fucking my big jock boy in the ass!"
" Please dad ... I promised not to tell .... please just keep it between us."
He suddenly reared back and lashed the hardest force yet against my chest.

" YOU FUCKING WHORE!" he yelled as he sent another lash on my stomach.
I couldn’t help it ... my dick lurched forward even harder now.
He started plummeting the belt all over my body, starting with the chest, moving to my back, and spending lots of time on my tender ass cheeks.
I was screaming loudly, begging him to please stop, all the while hoping he’d keep it up for hours. All those years of fantasies about being abused were finally being realized.
He finally stopped and was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off his pumped up muscles. I wanted desperately to lick it all up. He grabbed my jaw between his bulging fist and clenched it tightly.
" Tell me, boy ... what else did the coach do to you?"
" Well ..." I stammered, out of breath myself. "He’d make me suck on his cock ... and make me lick his butthole too. Sometimes he’d .... uh dad, this is so embarrassing. Please just whip me some more, okay?"
" You sick little slut, you’re actually liking this, aren’t you," he snarled, the gleam in his eye signaling that he was real pleased with my performance. "BOY, TELL ME EXACTLY WHAT ELSE HE DID TO YOU -- NOW!"
" Well ..." I stammered, "sometimes after he’d fuck me with his dick, I’d still be really hot and turned on and my ass would still be so fucking hungry -- so he would put his fist up in me and fuck me that way."
" Goddamn! You perverted little whore!" His voice was much calmer now. I could see a change coming over "dad" and I couldn’t wait for what came next.
" Well, I can see that I need to step up your punishment another level, boy. I need to inflict some real hurt on you so you’ll never let Coach anywhere near your cunt ass again."
" Please dad, I need it, sir. I really need you to punish me, sir. I need you to let me know how bad I’ve been. Please punish me hard, sir!" I was pulling against the ropes, desperately needing his belt, his fist, his power, his fury.
He reached up and untied the rope that was connected to the bed, keeping my wrists still tied together. He roughly led me over to the corner of the room where, unnoticed till now, he had spread an old blanket of mine on the floor. My set of barbells, complete with full weights on them, were against the wall. He pushed me down and tied the rope around my wrists to the barbell rod. He then pulled the red bandana from his left back pocket and tied it around my eyes, effectively blinding me. My pulse rate quickened as I realized that I was now powerless to stop absolutely anything he wanted to do to me.
He shoved a bottle of poppers under my nose and told me to breath deeply.
I heard him do the same as I suddenly felt another onslaught of lashes against my back and ass. These were even harder than before and I realized he’d switched from the belt to a sort of riding crop with a wide leather head on the end. It made a delicious sound as it swished through the air, connecting with my flesh with a intense splash of isolated hot pain. I writhed in glorious pain-pleasure as he whipped me, loving the vile obscenities he shouted at me as he did so.

He stopped and my ears followed him over to the weight bench in the corner, sliding it over behind me so that he could presumably sit on it while he whipped me. The new whip was feeling pretty fucking wonderful by now, but I realized that my ass was squirming so hard on that butt plug, it was desperately trying to get something more.
He reached forward and pulled it out in one plop, making me briefly moan.
" So, you little pig whore ... you like your coach’s fist stuck up your ass, do you?"
" Yes sir," I moaned. I was so hot, high, and horny now, I was beyond shame and I couldn’t distinguish between my roles. "Please give me your fist, dad. Please fuck me hard, sir. I need you inside me so bad, sir."
" Your punishment ain’t over, boy. In fact, it’s just beginning. But before you get my fist, you’re gonna have to deal with some big time hurting, you worthless piece of shit!"
I shuddered in anticipation as I heard him get up and go get something from the bed. Then I heard his heavy boots dropping on the floor in sequential thuds and the rustle of denim sliding off his legs. I had no clue what he was up to.
The subtle ting of the crisco can jostled against the wood floor and I was thrilled at the thoughts of his hand sliding back inside me for a rough fist fuck.
" Take several hits, boy," he ordered as the popper bottle reappeared under my nose. I heard him do the same and as the rush hit me, I could feel the tips of his fingers tickling my ass cheeks.
I pushed back, impatiently wanting him to push in when I realized that it wasn’t his hand knocking at my back door. He was going to put his fucking foot in me!
He squished his crisco-laden toes all around my asshole, lubing it liberally for the onslaught to come. I’d never imagined a foot going up my ass and I was suddenly on fire for him to do it.

" Oh please, dad ..... please fuck me with your foot."
" BEG FOR IT, PIG!" he shouted as he landed a hard blow of the whip across my shoulders. I shuddered in excitement as the wave of pain flashed across my back.
" GOD, SIR, this is so HOT! PLEASE FUCK ME WITH YOUR FOOT, DAD! PLEASE SIR, I NEED IT SO BAD!"
He sent another couple of lashes across my back and pressed his foot hard against my ass. I could feel him curling his toes into a narrow point as he pressed firmly against the hole. He pressed forward and I pushed backward until suddenly, he was in.
" It hurts, sir!" I moaned genuinely. This was the thickest thing I’d ever tried to get inside me.
" It’s supposed to hurt, pig. That’s why I’m fucking you with my big size 12, you whore. You let the coach fuck you with his fist and you expect me just to pleasure you with the same?"
I kept pushing back against his foot, trying to get it in far enough so that the pain would turn to pleasure. I moaned loudly as I did it, not sure where the pain ended and the pleasure began.
Keeping his foot amazingly steady, he leaned far forward and shoved the bottle of poppers back under my nose. I inhaled deeply, taking an especially strong hit.
That was all I needed. Suddenly his foot was the finest fucking thing I’d ever felt. He started shoving it in and out, fucking me with it as he continued to rain lashes down on my back with the crop.
" Take it, boy! Take your daddy’s big fucking foot up your faggot ass. You liking this boy?"
" Oh YES, SIR!" I shouted. "Please sir ... please give me more, sir!"

He stepped it up another notch and started really shoving his foot hard in and out of my heaving ass. I was close to being out of control and I begged him to go even harder with both his foot and his whip.
After an eternity of nearly out of control abuse, he slowed down as we both caught our breaths. I was drenched in my own sweat and the sweat smells coming from both of us were just as overwhelming as the poppers had been.
" You really got into that, didn’t you boy?" he asked. His voice was normal again and I could tell he’d exited the fantasy.
" Yes, sir. I liked it a lot. I don’t want it to end," as I squirmed back for even more of his big foot in me.
" We’re not ever gonna stop," he said. But it’s time to move on. Hell you’ve been pumping on my foot for most of the last hour."
I had no idea we’d been doing that for so long but was nonetheless sad when he slowly pulled it out. I heard the sound of paper towels being torn and figured he was gonna clean up his foot and then untie me.
But the ropes and the blindfold stayed on. I heard him get closer behind me and then smelled the poppers as he held them under my nose once again. He took a snort also and then told me to just go with whatever came next.
I felt his fingers at my still heaving asshole and realized he was trying to insert his dick inside me. The crystal had made it pretty soft but it was still a long piece of meat even when totally flacid. He got it inside and then pressed it all the way until I could feel his crotch hairs scratching my tenderized ass. The poppers had given me a nice buzz and I had an overwhelming feeling of warmness inside me.
That’s when I realized he was pissing up my ass.
" Yeah, baby ..".he groaned "...take your daddy’s hot piss all the way up your fucking boy pussy."
It felt incredible and I was moaning as loudly as he as my first piss enema filled me up with hot its soothing, seething warmth.

" Oh .... mmmmmm ....thank you, sir," I groaned as I wiggled against his thick piece of meat.
" You should thank me twice because you’re gonna get a nice hit of second hand crystal in a few minutes,." he grinned as he pulled off the blindfold and started untying me while his dick stayed inside me, acting like a cork..
" Thank you twice, sir," I said, literally feeling a renewed rush all over again.
He pulled out, grabbed the poppers and the crisco and led me on unsteady feet back into the bathroom. Feeling really full, I started to head for the toilet but he stopped me and told me just to hold it in a little longer. He then stepped into the over-sized bathtub and stretched his long legs out as he laid back.
" Get in, boy," he ordered, "and get on your hands and knees above me."
I wasn’t real sure what he was trying to do, but he helped me get into position so that my ass was just above his chest and my head was just above his dick. I couldn’t help but put it in my mouth, hoping I’d get just a little more piss.
And I wasn’t disappointed. He still had some left as he pissed his final streams deep into my gulping throat.
Then came the surprise.
" Let both take some poppers and then I want you to do something really raunchy for me, boy."
" Yes sir," I replied as I took a strong hit and handed him the bottle.
" Now squat down," he ordered as I felt his lips come into contact with my ass.
He stuck his tongue deep inside me and I knew there was no way I could hold in all the piss he’d hosed up there.
" Sir ..... I can’t hold it ...." I warned.

He pressed his mouth even closer and I knew then what he wanted.
I tried to control the flow ..... a little at a time, but it wasn’t easy after all the fucking my ass had endured so far that night. But he eagerly sucked at my asshole like a man dying of thirst. This was so hot I couldn’t stand it as I released his piss back into his mouth a little at a time.
I had probably emptied about half of his piss and it felt like he’d drunk every drop. He pushed me up and said heatedly, "Quick ... hand me the lube."
I reached up and grabbed the can of crisco as he told me to get my ass up and on my hands and knees above his face.
He stuck several globs of the white stuff in and around my ass and wasted no time in sticking his fist straight up my hole.
" Oh thank you, sir," I managed as his big thick hand once again found its way home.
He pressed forward, sliding what felt like a big part of his wrist and forearm inside. I could feel it squishing and mixing with the piss that remained up there and, as he began to pump, I could feel it leaking out around his arm and down my thighs as he fucked it in and out.
He had a bird’s eye view of his fist in my ass as I was literally right above his face.
" This is so fucking beautiful," he moaned. "I wanna get my whole fucking arm in you, boy. You want that, boy? You want your daddy’s big arm all the way?"
" Oh yeah .. oh yeah, sir. Please give it to me, sir. Please stick your whole goddamn arm in me."
I was hot and high and beyond all reason at this point. I just wanted him as deep as I could take it and he was clearly turned on by his power over me to make it happen.
" Okay, boy, for this to work you’re gonna have to make it work. As I push in, you’re gonna have to open up inside and push back. Just will it to happen, boy. Concentrate on relaxing yourself inside and just let me slide it in."
" Oh yes, sir .....yeah .... it feels really good so far, sir."

" You’re doing real good, boy. You’ve almost got my elbow. Take another hit of poppers and just go for it."
I breathed deeply from the bottle and knew immediately that I’d pass this test with flying colors. As the rush consumed me, I just sat down on it, pushing inches more deep inside me within a matter of seconds.
" Goddamn!" he shouted. "You’re taking my whole fucking elbow! Shit! You’re almost all the way up my bicep now!"
I was breathing hard and trying to not hyperventilate. I had a Mack truck parked up my ass and I was trying desperately to hold on to some sense of reality. But as he wiggled his fingers deeply inside my guts, I lost it.
" AHHHHHH ..... Uhhhhh .... FUUCCCCKKK ME!" I screamed. I babbled incoherently as he started fucking his arm in and out of my hole. I realized at some point that I was doing most of the fucking as I raised myself up and down as fast as my thighs would lift me.

He just kept saying "Goddamn" over and over again. I think he was totally amazed that I was taking his brutal fucking so deeply so that his only words that could come out were "goddamn!" Of course, he was also soaring really high on the crystal as well.
Finally, my legs gave out and I collapsed on top of him with his arm still deep inside me. He slowly and carefully pulled out until just his fist remained inside.
" Mmmmmm," I moaned. "Please don’t stop."
He laughed as he indeed pulled out what must have been one exhausted hand and arm.
" You are such a fucking beautiful pig! We’ll take a little rest, boy, and then start all over again. How’s that?"
" Okay, sir..... whatever you say sir." My body was exhausted but my butt remained as insatiable as ever, if not even more so now. I managed to get out of the tub and stepped in the shower to wash the crisco and piss and ass juices off my lower half. Jim soon joined me under the warm spray, hugging me tightly as he stuck his tongue down my throat. I could taste the combination of piss and ass juice in his mouth and it made me start getting hot all over again.
" Take a short little enema and come find me," he said.