A Coming of Fist

I found him by following the trail of his leather harness out my now-open front door. It was probably 2 or 3 in the morning at this point and a full moon made the night look almost as light as dusk. The temperature hadn’t dropped much at all and the heavy still air made it feel like I’d walked into a steam room -- just the way I love it.
I was admittedly a little apprehensive about waltzing out my front door totally naked, but I was still very high and amazingly horny and ever more intrigued by this big topman who had taken me to the highest, wildest heights I’d ever experienced.
At least so far, that is.
And at this point I was shamelessly seeking him out for more.
I walked down the driveway and found him sitting on the tailgate of his pickup truck. He was now fully naked, his trunk-like thighs spread wide open in gaping invitation, in full view of anybody who would happen to pass by on the rural country road.
I wasn’t too worried about that at this time of night since it was rare to ever hear a vehicle go by after midnight. Besides me, the only people who lived here were farmers who went to went to bed early and were up with the roosters.
He’d stretched a blanket out over the truck bed and had brought the four essentials: crisco, paper towels, the black bag, and the bag of crystal. In the bright moonlight, the sweat glistened on his hairy pecs and I could smell his rank and raunchy pits even from the driveway.
" It’s time to see how much of a pig you really are, boy." he said.

" Sir? What do you mean?" I replied, my heart beating a little faster at whatever extreme thing he was going to make me do.
" Get down on your knees, boy, and suck my cock while I’m talking to you."
I dove down on his thick prick in record time.
" Now I’ve got you totally exposed to anybody who happens to drive by. They’ll see exactly what kind of cocksucker their big, butch-acting neighbor really is, boy. And in just a few minutes, they’re gonna see my big hairy fist fucking inside your heaving pig ass and they’ll be shocked. Hell, they’ll probably call the county cops and put us both in jail. What’d you think, boy? You hungry enough for my big fist to take that kind of chance?"
He was so incredibly verbal ... his verbal abuse turning me on big time. As I hungrily sucked on his long, still-limp dick, I shuddered in delight.
But he needed an answer and I weighed my options: Get brutally fist fucked in the great outdoors and take the chances of being caught and arrested ... or tell this hairy hunk to go home.
It wasn’t even close. Besides, who ever drives this road this late at night?
My answer was prompt, sure, and clearly turned on as I lifted my lips off of his hardening dick.
" Fuckin’ A, sir! ... Fuckin’ fist me whatever way that pleases you." I was beyond hot at this point and the thoughts of getting brutally fisted in my front driveway ... in the back of his hot fucking pickup truck ... well – "please give it to me here and now, SIR!"

" Yeah, boy, I can do that for you" he grinned. He stuck my finger in his mouth and opened the bag of crystal.
" Take a good hit, baby. I’m gonna fuck you here till dawn."
I took an especially big hit, figuring that if I’m gonna put on a show, it might as well be all the way. Jim did the same so I knew we were in for a mutually out-of-control time.
" Sir .... can I ask a favor?" I said, feeling some kinky bold courage all of the sudden.
" Sure, boy .. you’ve earned at least one favor so far tonight."
" Would you treat me like a real slave, sir? Just abuse me as much as you want and sort of treat me like scum?"
" Are you sure about this, boy? Be sure you know what you’re asking, cause if you give the word, I’ll show no mercy."

I thought about what he said for about 5 seconds and gulped.
" Yes sir.... Do whatever you want to me ... the rougher the better." Me and the crystal had truly given myself up to this hot fist master.
" You got it, asswipe," he snarled. "Just one word for you to remember, though: ‘ Stop .’ You use that word and it’s over. No matter what’s going down, you say the word ‘stop’ and the scene is over. Understood?"
I gulped again. He was giving me an out if I needed it. That made any lingering apprehensions (as though there were any) completely disappear. As high as we both were, he was considering my safety and I appreciated it. I was suddenly charged with an huge surge of energy focused on three things: pleasing my stud master, getting his fist back inside me, and having his welcomed brutality rain down on my body.
" Understood, sir. Please show no mercy, sir. I need this, sir. I think I’ve waited my whole life for this moment, sir." I truly felt that the next few hours would become a life changing experience.
" Damn, you’re fucking unbelievable," he said, genuine amazement – even admiration – showing in his voice. "I know I’ve been waiting my whole life for a big butch slave like you who has no fucking limits. Goddamn, I’m having fun with you!"

" Do it, sir!" I begged. "Please fucking DO IT NOW!" The latest hit of C was kicking in already and I was well primed for anything he wanted to inflict on me. Hell, I was wondering what was taking him so long!
Jim went to the front of his truck and opened the door. I heard him searching behind the seat and then the clanging of metal as he walked around to the back of the truck bed and jumped in again.
" Hold out your fuckin’ hands, slave," he snarled.
I complied and he snapped a different pair of handcuffs around each of my wrists.
" Get on your hands and knees and crawl forward," he ordered.
I crawled toward the open window of the Ford Ranger’s cab and waited for the next instruction. My body was already tingling with expectation. My ass was on fire with hunger for the return of his fist.
" That’s far enough, slave. Stop right there," he ordered as I was about halfway up the truck bed.
He grabbed the handcuffs holding my left wrist and attached it to a chain connected to a slot in the side of the truck bed. I watched him insert a key in the other side and then immediately re-lock it on a chain located on the opposite side of the truck. I was suddenly trapped in the back of his pickup, unable to now leave unless he chose to free me. Despite all the crystal in my system, my cock jerked towards another erection as I started to get into this hot, exposed scene. No matter who drove by or looked out, my ass was trapped there without shame, exposed wide open to whoever wanted to look.

" Don’t move a fucking muscle, slave, until I get back."
He went back to the front of the truck and through the open cab window I could see him searching in the glove compartment for something. Finally he returned and he grabbed the short hair of my head and roughly pulled it up and back.
" Open your mouth, asshole," he ordered.
I complied and his index finger went inside with a small square of paper attached to it.
" Chew this up and swallow it," he demanded.
Again, I followed his order and swallowed the unknown element he’d placed in my mouth.
" You just took a big fucking hit of acid, slave," his hot breath super close to my ear. "This is going to make you fly even higher. You’re gonna see things you’ve never seen before, feel things you’ve never felt before, and most important – you’re gonna beg me to fuck you so hard your pig ass will never be the same. You like that, slave boy?"

" Oh God ... yes sir" I moaned. I was already ready for anything he wanted to do to me and the anticipation of yet another mind altering experience made me feel even less in control and eager for his abuse.
I felt him applying generous globs of Crisco at my ass and shamelessly squirmed my open hole back on his probing fingers. At this point I was beyond having inhibitions or guilt and I eagerly let him know that I just needed to be fucked hard by his plunging fist.
The brown bottle of poppers appeared at my nose and I inhaled deeply several times before the cap was screwed back on but not before I heard him take a few hits himself.
Finally, without preamble, his fist plunged roughly to the hilt inside me in one overwhelmingly merciless punch. I screamed in pain and pleasure with the rough assault but immediately felt a deep hunger that wanted more. I backed up against him, trying to capture more of his wrist inside me like a whore in complete and utterly depraved heat.
" Oh .. fuck me, sir!" I yelled, not caring what distant neighbor might hear. "FUCK ME HARD, MASTER!" I screamed.
" Yeah, slaveboy ... I’m giving you what you need!" he growled as he pistoned his entire forearm in and out of my heaving backside.

He punch fucked me brutally, paying no heeds to my shouts and screams. I didn’t care either at this point. In fact, I needed this, wanted this, brazenly begged him to give it to me even harder.
My ass was separated from my logic to the point that I still wasn’t getting enough. All those dildo fucks I’d given myself had made my ass tough and able to take anything he could dish out. I was now bucking back as hard as I could given the chains locking me to the truck.
" Please sir – harder – MORE, please," I pleaded.
" You are one fucking sick pig," he moaned, clearly turned on himself as he moved the speed and force of his plunges to the next notch of intensity.
Suddenly I felt something else at my asshole. It was his other hand and I immediately welcomed its intrusion.
" Let see if you can take two hands, fucker," he growled as he roughly plunged at least 3 fingers in my ass next to his wrist.
" Oh yeah, sir ... I can take it, sir!" I was out of control, aided by the crystal and the beginnings of the acid trip he’d forced on me.

I could tell he was being careful as he gradually worked the other hand inside me. This made me even more eager to take it, since I truly felt he would not lose control even as I inevitably seemed to be doing. The second hand was briefly withdrawn and the bottle of poppers reappeared at my nostrils. I inhaled deeply.
Moments later, a flash of hot pain was suddenly replaced by an enormous rush of pleasure as I felt his second hand push into my extended ass alongside the original. I was on the verge of losing all control with the rush of sensations he was suddenly inflicting on me.
" OHHHH .... FUUUCCCCK MEEEEE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I was beyond caring about anything whatsoever at this point beyond the need to have both of his big fists plunging inside me.
" Yeah... take it pussy," he growled. "Take both of my fucking fists up your sweet hairy asshole!"
Suddenly we both heard the churn of an approaching engine. From the sounds of it, it was very close. And before either of us could do anything, a pickup truck passed by, its headlights briefly flooding us with light, exposing the scene of his double-fucking my stretched ass.

The truck passed and we both breathed a momentary sigh of relief that it wasn’t a patrolling sheriff’s deputy. Perhaps he didn’t see us; hopefully he was focusing on the road ahead, oblivious to the two dark figures fist fucking in the black pickup truck in my driveway.
My mind went back to the double fisting I was getting and I stepped it up a notch.
" More, sir! Please fuck me harder with your fists!"
He responded like the pro he clearly was, picking up the speed and depth of his plunges yet another notch, occasionally leaning over to brutally clamp down his teeth into the back of my neck like a beast possessed with marking me as his territory.
We were both totally consumed with the rage and the lust of the scene. So much that we were suddenly flooded with the light of headlights pulling into the driveway behind his parked truck. I looked behind me and saw that it was the same truck that had passed by just minutes before. I knew that we were either in trouble or – perhaps – about to take this scene to another level.

Jim kept his cool. He also kept both his fists inside me.
" Howdy," said the deep masculine voice as it exited the truck.
" Howdy yourself," said my master.
He was tall and beefy and was holding a can of beer in his hand. Either this was some big built redneck about to try and kick our fag asses ... or he liked what he was seeing and came back for a closer look.
We’d soon find out one way or another.
" Looks like you two boys are having a little fun," said the first voice.
" Yeah ... you got a problem with that?" Jim replied in a deep voice, somewhat threateningly.
" Fuck no," the new man said. "Never seen two guys doing that before. Looks pretty fuckin’ hot to me. I might even be interested in having me some of that. Is he a cocksucker?"
Jim’s voice turned from stern to warm.
" Fuck, yes, buddy -- the best. He’s just a slave and he likes being used by his master. Hell, the more shit you do to him, the more he likes it."

I liked being talked about this way, as though I was just an object to be used and shared with a complete stranger. It make me push back even further into his hands, sending them a notch deeper inside my hungry ass.
" See? Fucking pig can’t get enough. Why don’t you strip down and get you some of this."
" Yeah ...looks fuckin’ hot and I’m fuckin’ horny. Had a big fight with my wife and she kicked me out. It’s been a long time since I fooled around with a guy, but tonight I’m so fucking fed up with cunts, a good cocksucker is exactly what I need. I’m so fucking pissed, I need to use and abuse something real bad."
" Then go for it, buddy," Jim grinned. "Just get your ass up here. You can fuck this boy pussy as much as you want and he’ll just beg you for more."
The guy acted like he’d been drinking just enough to make him pretty mean. He clamped his hands inside his sweat stained and tattered tee shirt and ripped it off in one angry stroke. Damn! This guy was serious. He sat down on the tailgate and pulled off his cowboy boots and then yanked his tight jeans down off his ankles and onto the concrete. As he turned around to face us, the underwear slid off his hips to reveal an already hard sausage, enormously huge to my eyes, and the object of much desire to a mouth that now desperately wanted to be sucking cock while my master double fisted me.
The farm hardened muscle stud jumped into the truck bed and made his way to the end where he came around and roughly slapped his hard cock against my cheek. I eagerly sought it out and then clamped down on it with my mouth, eliciting loud moans of pleasure from the stud. I looked up at him in the moonlight and saw a stone hard chest and flat belly covered with dark hairy ringlets. He looked like an Italian or a Greek – just my type – and his 2-3-day beard stubble was just as hot as the rank smell of unwashed prick that was overpowering my nostrils at the moment.

Jim intensified his double fist fucking of my ass, seeming to get off on the image of this dark and swarthy stud now aggressively fucking my mouth with his thick, long ramrod.
" Take my dick, faggot," the farmer growled. "Suck my cock good, boy," as he pumped his rigid dick in and out of my hungry mouth.
" Slap him around a little, dude," Jim ordered. "He likes it rough. Make him know he’s getting fucked by two masters now!"
The farmer took the back of his hand and knocked my left jaw into the next county and proceeded to do the same to the right side. He was quickly getting close to an orgasm and began slapping my head hard as he plunged in and out of my throat.

" Suck it, queer!" he ordered. "Take this big cock down your faggot throat!"
I was loving being called such vile names almost as much as the feeling of sucking a straight man’s big cock as my master/daddy was fist fucking me with both his hands. This was about as hot as I could have ever imagined and I was in overdrive with the sensations I was getting all over my body.
The acid was kicking in as well, making me see all kinds of lights and halos dancing around the cock fucking my mouth. They all seemed to be shooting directly from the full moon, as though it were raining down droplets of pleasure all over me. Pain was long forgotten, replaced by an unbearable need to be fucked, abused, and humiliated even more.
The farmer grabbed my head in a vise grip and fucked his dick deep into my throat. He was getting close to cumming and I wanted desperately to eat his thick load.
" TAKE IT, BOY! I’M CUMMMMMINGGG!" he yelled loudly enough to wake the neighborhood.
I felt the first spurt of his cum splashing against my tonsils and I immediately pulled back to get the rest of his load on my tongue and taste buds. He must have not cum for at least a month as spurt after heavy spurt kept splashing against the roof of my mouth. I was swallowing as fast as I could but he kept flooding me with his hot, salty and prolific semen.

Finally, his orgasm slowed down and I continued to just suck on his softening dick, trying to extract the last remaining ooze of his thick load into my mouth. All the time, Jim kept fucking me ever deeper and deeper with his two fists, roughly ramming them in and out without any apparent concern for my pain.. In fact, I think he was convinced – correctly so – that
I needed his powerful fuck as much as I needed to drink the cum of the huge dick that was pouring its load into my mouth.
I was still handcuffed to the truck’s bed and, accordingly, had to stay on my hands and knees as the farmer pulled his still half hard dick out of my mouth and Jim reluctantly pulled his fists from my ass.
" You liked fucking my slave boy’s pussy mouth?" my master asked.
" Shit, yeah. He knows what he’d doing, man."
" You ever fisted a man’s ass?"

" Nope, but watching you do it made me pretty fucking hot, dude. I’d sure as hell like to try that sometime."
" Well there’s no time like the present. But first, why don’t you and I rest a minute and you can take a hit of what we’re doing."
Jim reached for the bag of crystal and stuck his wet finger into it. It emerged with a big glob of white power that went under the farmer’s willing tongue.
" Damn ... tastes kind of bitter," he said. "But what the fuck."
Jim stuck his finger back inside the baggy and gave both him and myself smaller additional hits. I was beyond caring at this point. I was just so hot and hungry for his fists back up my ass that nothing mattered beyond my being filled to the hilt with his power and fury.
This was what I needed. This was the culmination of a lifetime of denial yet preparation. This was the submission and the utter depravity that I had craved but never acknowledged.
I had never felt better in my entire life. I suddenly knew what I was meant to be.