A Coming of Fist

"I own you now, pussy boy," he snarled as he began to work his fist slightly in and out. "Once you’ve had my fist in you, you’ll never be satisfied with anything else."
His words were rough but his actions were decidedly gentle as he kept pushing more Crisco in my ass all around his wrist. He was working his hand slightly in and out, taking it almost all the way out and then slowly pushing back in. I could tell he was patiently warming up my ass, getting it ready for what would inevitably get harder, longer, rougher.
" How’s that feel, boy?"
" Oh — incredible, sir. Oh — it’s too fucking good for words, sir. Just — uh — keep it up."
Suddenly I felt his free hand slap hard against my pecs and he’d developed a pissed off leer on his face. He slapped me again, this time really hard against my abs.
" You like that, asshole? You like me slapping you around you with one hand while I fist you with the other?"
" Oh — ummmm — yes sir," I moaned as I tried to squirm my ass even deeper on his fist. He’d warmed up my ass well and I was started to feel a deeper itch that needed scratching.
" I need this, sir. Please keep it up, sir. I need more of both, sir."
" Take another hit of poppers, but give me one first," he ordered.
We both took healthy hits and that sent him on a brutal assault of abuse. His right hand started truly fucking my ass for the first time while his left hand pummeled my chest, stomach, and occasionally, my face, with hard slaps that sent pain and pleasure all over my skin.
‘ I’M GIVING IT TO YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING FAG! TAKE IT! YOU LIKING YOUR FUCKING, BOY?
" HARDER, SIR. OH, PLEASE, SIR — MORE ! FUCK ME!" I begged.

His fists alternated abuse to the point that I lost sensation of time, speech, anything except the burning need to have his fist ramming in and out at breakneck speed. His blows on my outer body only made me hotter as my skin was sizzling from the repeated slaps. I was totally out of control and I was in absolute lust with the topman who had seized all control.
I must have blacked out for a second because I came to with the sensation of something biting my nipples. Hard. I looked down and saw he had moved up to feast on my hard muscled pecs. I have very large nipples, partly from genetics and the rest from the way I’ve pulled and stretched them during jackoff sessions over the years. I’ve always loved it when somebody would lick ‘em but until now, no one had really clamped down on them like this. And it was turning me on even more if such a thing were possible.
His fist was still inside me, but he’d slowed the pistoning down to just a slow, steady pressure. It felt like he’d gone deeper in me, but I couldn’t be sure. I was so consumed with the sea of sensations he’d created in me, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
He was moaning loudly around my tit, biting it hard, chewing and jerking roughly at it as though he were some beast trying to tear off a piece for his dinner.
" Damn, boy!," he muffled "you got the finest fucking nipples I’ve ever tasted. I could just stay here and chew on these big babies all night long" as he clamped his teeth down really hard causing me to scream out.
" That’s right, boy. Let your daddy know you’re alive," he groaned through his bites.
He slowly fisted me deeper as he feasted on my nipples for what seemed like hours. We both took occasional hits of poppers which would cause us both to, if possible, even further heat up the intensity of his abuse.
It was during these rushes that he would clamp down especially hard on my tit while inching his hand ever deeper inside my ass. Even in my wild state, I could tell he was a master at his craft, using the pain in my tits to distract me from his fist penetrating even further inside me. I knew this and yet I didn’t care. I loved it. I loved him. I loved every fucking wonderful act of pain and pleasure he was inflicting.

And I still needed more.
Of course, the crystal still helped.
I could feel his fist starting to pull out and I wasn’t ready.
" Please, sir. Please keep fucking me," I said. "I don’t want it to end yet, sir."
" End?" he laughed. "Fucker, we’ve just begun," he grinned. "That was just round one, boy. We’ve got at least a dozen more to go," he chuckled as his fist slowly popped out of my well used butt hole. I felt like I’d just shit out a log and that my insides were now all about to fall out. He could read my mind.
" Don’t worry, dude. It’ll snap back quicker than you can say ‘fuck me.’ Besides, we don’t want to wear you out just yet, although I have to say that you took my fist like a pro. You sure that was your first?"
" Damn straight .... sir," I added with a proud grin.
" Look at this," he smiled as he held up the arm that had fucked me so royally. The crisco mark was halfway up his thick forearm, only inches from his elbow.
" I took that much?" My eyes must have been a mile wide.
" Yep. You’re one hot amazing little fucker. Particularly for being your first time. And that was just the appetizer, dude."
He wiped off his arm with some paper towels and offered up his armpit — now really ripe from all our sweating — and let me feast on it for several minutes. It was turning me on again and he could tell.
" Slow down, pig. I gotta take a leak in the worst way." He got up from the bed and started towards the adjacent bathroom.
" Sir?" I asked, still flying from the C and the poppers and the incredible rush from his armpit.
He turned around.
" Sir ... could I ask a favor?"
" Sure, boy. What is it?"
" Sir ... I’ve always wanted to know what it’d be like to have a stud like you piss on me. If it’s not a turn-off, I’d really like it if you would do that to me."
" Turn-off?" he grinned. "Are you fucking precious or what? I was hoping to eventually get you just high and hot enough so you’d beg me to use you as my toilet. Get over here now, pig!"

I scrambled out of bed and followed him into the bathroom.
" Get in the tub and on your knees," he ordered, changing his voice back to the deep and commanding master-voice I was starting to crave.
I climbed in and faced him, looking up at his towering height and sweat-gleaming muscles above me. To this day, I cannot imagine a hotter picture than the one he presented over me. Never had I felt so wonderfully depraved and submissive, so willing to accept -- even beg for -- his hot piss... so glad to be his pig.
" Tell me what you want," he said.
" Your piss, sir!"
" How bad do you want it, boy?"
" I need it bad, sir. I need your piss on me so bad, sir." I groaned. I was starting to squirm, wishing it were possible to also have his fist back inside me.
Without seeing it come, he reached back and slapped me hard across the face. Then again. Even though it hurt, I could tell he was careful not to hit so hard as to really bruise me.
" You fucking pathetic pig," he sneered. Get your toilet mouth on my dick."
I was on his big limp cock like a puppy nursing his bitch. I rolled it around my mouth, loving the feeling of letting its girth and length fill my mouth so completely without being hard.
And then I felt the first drops hit my tongue. It was just a little stream at first and I hungrily lapped it up. It tasted a little salty but sweetly delicious. I wanted more.
His stream started spurting out more urgently now and I was doing all I could to swallow it. It nonetheless starting leaking out of my mouth and running down my neck and check, blending with the heavy sheen of sweat that had broken out on me.
He pulled his dick out and began hosing me with it, spraying thick streams of piss on my chest, in my face, all in my hair, and down around my crotch. I was desperately trying to drink as much of it as I could, on fire with the need to have his tasty urine filling my stomach.

" You kinky little shit!" he grinned, clearly pleased with me. "You love wallowing in this man’s hot piss, don’t you?"
I moaned as he continued to wash me.
" Thank you, sir .... oh god ... it’s so hot, sir!"
Finally, the stream reduced down to a trickle and he let me put it back in my mouth where I eagerly drained the last few drops. This had been so good I didn’t want to give it up, but he pulled out and told me to stand up.
Piss was dripping off my body as he put his arms around me and gave me a strong bear hug, pressing his sweaty chest tightly against mine, mixing it with the piss he’d just sprayed all over me.
" You’ll be my toilet slave from now on," he said gently as he stuck his tongue deep in my mouth, tasting the last remnants of his own piss.
He dropped to his knees with me still standing in the tub and looked up.
" Now, boy, give your daddy a drink."
He placed his lips around my penis and drew its length deep into his mouth. His eyes looked up at me and I could read his firm visual command to start pissing.
It took me a minute, but finally it started. And within seconds I was shooting a wicked stream of piss directly down his throat. He gulped rapidly, not missing a drop. When I finished, he stood up, hugged me again, and planted his lips against mine. When my mouth opened, he gave me a mouthful of my own piss which I eagerly gulped.
I still liked his better and, following his next orders, went and got him another extra tall glass of Sprite and vodka..