Down at the Beach

After Juan fucked and filled me, I returned to the house. My friends spied cum dripping down my legs, and after some taunting, I went upstairs to shower and nap. Something about being near the beach in the summer makes me incredibly horny (I’ll admit horny is my usual state of being, lol), so I logged into a niche site that caters to those who enjoy ass play. Sir Jace hadn’t fisted me in a few weeks, and I was game if it happened.

Given the beach area did see lots of gay visitors, my chances were pretty good I might actually find a fisting top in the area. Low and behold, I did find someone nearby!  His profile states he was 53, white, fisting top, 6’, 35” waist, and also into other fetish/kink play. His chest was broad and hairy, and he was pretty good looking. Dirty blond hair, clean shaven, green eyes. I sent him a message through the app and couldn’t believe to receive an immediate response. I learned during our exchange he was down at the beach staying with a friend, another top, also into fisting, and he had a sling among other things in his home.

We decided it would be fun to meet for a drink with his friend and if the chemistry was right we would take things back to his place and go from there. We met at one of the bars for a drink. He was better looking in person than his pictures, and he seemed taller than 6’, as he had a few inches on me, and I’m 6’. His hand did intimidate me, a bit on the large side and meaty. He was very nice, very friendly, but I got out of him a cheeky smile that indicated he had sadist tendencies if the opportunity presented itself. He introduced himself as Bill, but said when fucking a sub he prefers Master Bill. Mmmm I liked the sound of that, and the throbbing in the cage was becoming almost unbearable. 

His friend walked up to us about 30 minutes later. A little shorter and stockier, his friend introduced himself as Master Boris. He showed a wide smile when meeting me and brought me in for a bear hug. I noticed an accent and he explained he was German, but he’d been living in the US for almost 30 years. We had another round of drinks when Master Boris placed his hand on my knee and lightly rubbed it and whispered in my ear, “I’d love to take you back to my place and fuck you in my sling. Would you like that?”

I nodded my agreement, and then he moved his hand from my knee to my crotch. Upon squeezing it, he felt the metal cage. He said across the table to Master Bill, “did you know this sub is wearing a cage?” With his accent and the reference to me as a sub somehow I felt even less significant, as the acknowledged my station as a faggot. Master Bill chuckled  and said, “Really? I had no idea. Who holds your key, boy?” I then began to tell them about Sir Jace and then they asked many questions but the most important was whether or not Sir Jace would approve of me being used by them. Honestly, they would not accept my answer and the German dom demanded I call or text him immediately.

I hesitantly dialed Sir’s phone and he picked up sounding upset. “What is it, boy?” He said in his gruff voice. “Sir, you are on speaker. I’m still at the beach sitting for drinks with Master Bill and Master Boris. They seek your permission to fuck and fist me as my Keyholder”. I paused, and Sir Jace didn’t say anything for a moment, then he said, “I suppose it will be okay, if that’s what you want, boy.” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, Master Boris chimed in, “Sir Jace is it? This is Boris, and I’m with my friend Bill. We won’t harm the boy, we just want to have a little fun. Would that be alright?” Sir Jace said back, “Thank you, Boris. Yes, it’s fine. Boy, you best call me later”. Then he hung up, and the Masters had Sir Jace’s approval, although not resounding approval.

Master Bill placed his arm around my shoulder and said, “You ready, boy? Let’s go”. He threw some bills down on the table to cover the tab and tip and we walked a couple of blocks to Master Boris’s place.

Master Boris unlocked the door and he said something to Master Bill. Next thing I know I’m led to a back bedroom and hanging from the ceiling is a sling, and looking up is a ceiling mirror, there are shelves of lube, dildos of various sizes and shapes, nipple clamps, spanking and flogging implements hanging from hooks on the wall. It was well equipped and impressive. Master Boris came in and joined us with more drinks. I became a bit nervous as I sipped on my rum & coke.

Master Boris wasn’t behaving as nice as he had been at the bar. It seemed he was getting into character. “Let me see that ass”, he said in a flat tone. I slipped off my sandals, pulled down my shorts, and revealed my red and black Nasty Pig jock. “Bend over, let us see that hole, pig”. I bent over. Master Bill came over and grabbed the globes of my ass and then smacked them. “We’re gonna open that ass up for you. Don’t you worry”. I took a deep gulp and then chugged down the rest of my drink. 

Master Bill then took the hem of my tank top in his fingers and pulled it over my head and threw it on the floor. He began pinching my nipples, first pleasurably soft and gradually increasing the pressure until I flinched. Master Boris slapped my ass, “Don’t move boy”. He reached over to grab his alligator tip clamps, set the rubber stoppers on the shelf, and handed them to Master Bill. Master Bill squeezed one nipple and applied the clamp. The teeth biting into me with an aggressive force. And then the same with the left nipple. They both stood back watching me to see how I was handling the pressure of the clamps. I stood there with no expression. Sure, there was slight pain, but I’ve endured much worse.

Master Boris brought over a chair to the middle of the room spun it around so the back of the chair was facing me. He grabbed each of my hands and placed them on the back of the chair and bent me over. The weight of the chain attaching the clamps pulled on my nipples. Master Bill came around and held me tightly so I was now immobile and Master Bill grabbed a wooden fraternity paddle from the wall, and then I heard a whoosh in the air before the wood hit against my backside. This caused the chain to jump, and I let out an “owwwwww fuck”. Master Boris said, “you know what happens to pig boys with filthy mouths?” And another blow to my butt came suddenly. This time I bit my lip and moaned.

After 15 to 20 whacks to my ass it felt hot and on fire, and there was a severe stinging sensation. The Masters switched off, Master Bill behind me so I couldn’t see what he was up to, but I felt the blow of the cane come down right across my buttocks.  Master Bill caned me from my upper back down to the backs of my knees and ankles. I lost count. The chain of the clamps jumping wildly, causing my nipples to bounce and sway. When Master Bill finished caning me, they both stood me up and we embraced in a group hug. They were somewhat sweaty and I couldn’t help but inhale their musk. Both Masters called me good boy. Master Boris removed the clamps from my nipples and began to rub them to bring the blood back. He was not gentle, and it became so what  to endure. I began to squirm and stand on my toes trying to maneuver away. My nipples were so swollen, he pulled on them and walked me to the wall mirror to show me the welts the had inflicted all  over the back of my body from the cane and the paddle. I was a nice shade of pink, red, and in some isolated spots, purple. Damn, I thought, what will my friends think now? I couldn’t hide this! “Look at that beautiful artwork, pig. You like that?” Master Bill asked. 

Master Boris said, “time to get in the sling pig boy. Let’s get that ass open”. I hopped into the sling, forgetting about the welts on my back for only a moment because when my back made contact with the leather, again, I was reminded of the welts. Master Boris secured my ankles to the cuffs attached above. He bent down and began eating my asshole out. With his day old beard growth, it felt like sandpaper rubbing against my smooth skin. I was moaning in deep pleasure as he possessed a very talented tongue.

Master Bill had walked out of the room momentarily and then he stood behind me upon return and he reached down and pinched one nostril shut as I inhaled on the poppers presented to me on a very cold bottle. Then he fed them to me in the other nostril. The warm sensation ran through my body I could feel my asshole loosen. Standing behind me, Master Bill was tall enough that if I tilted my head upward, his cock and balls were dangling in my face. I began lapping up his smooth balls with my tongue. They were a decent size and as he shoved his 7” down my throat, Master Boris stood up and buried his cock inside me. I was on cloud 9!

The Masters took turns using my mouth and ass, feeding me poppers, tweaking my nipples. It was apparent I was in ecstasy, my moans were all  of pleasure. At no point, no matter how hard they thrusted inside me, did I feel anything but pure bliss. A cock in my ass and in my mouth I was feeling like a complete cock slut pig whore. I know I was leaking lots of cum from my swollen balls by this point. 

Master Boris was the first to shoot his load inside my ass. He grabbed onto the top bar of the sling, exposing his broad shoulders, his dark hairy pits, flexing his dark hairy chest and toned biceps. I looked up in the mirror to watch his uncut 6.5”, beer can thick dick pummel inside me, and a deep roar began to build in his lungs before he let out a loud roar and fired bullets of hot cum inside me. I squeezed down on his cock trying to milk out his load. When he pulled out, Master Bill took his place, and Master Boris fed me his German sausage and I cleaned off any remnants of cum with my mouth. Master Bill’s orgasm matched that of his friend only he reached over and grabbed my throat squeezing my neck tightly. When he came, he released his load inside me and then released his grip on my throat. I hadn’t been choked like that in ages and I was relieved when it was over. 

The Masters left me in the sling to recover as they finished their cocktails. Master Boris returned with a black thick dildo coated in lube and shoved it in my guts. Master Bill once again fed me poppers as Master Boris continued to fuck me with this thick dildo, stretching my ass wider than they did with their cocks.

Master Bill replaced Master Boris with a crisco covered aluminum baseball bat. Master Boris fed me more poppers and Master Bill pushed the bat inside me, the crisco allowing it to slide rather easily pushing up to the point where the bat narrows. That was a first for me. Never took a baseball bat up the ass before. I looked up and watched my ass swallow the bat in awe of it for the ability to take it. I didn’t think I had that in me, but it was not as difficult as it looks in porn movies. The pressure against my bladder caused me to piss my jock, soaking through it and leaking onto my smooth stomach and dripping down my thighs. That only seemed to turn Master Bill on more. I’d never seen myself piss like that in a mirror. It looked rather hot, and I looked like a total sub pig bottom giving up my hole to these Masters, letting them destroy it at their whim.

In the background behind Master Bill abusing my hole with the baseball bat, I see Master Boris slicking up his hands with Crisco. I’m thankful he’s up first because his hands are smaller, and it will take a lot of loosening up to fit Master Bills hands. Fully “battered” now and a coating of drying piss on me, he finally pulled the bat from my ass and throws another fresh bottle of poppers at me. “You’re gonna need them, boy”.

Master Boris steps up to the sling and tells me to look at him as he’s sticking fingers inside my very slick hole. Two loads of cum and lots of crisco coating my inner passage way, I should be good to go. And for you readers that engage in handball, you know you really have to want that fist. It’s a mind game. Master Boris has four fingers in my hole now, moving his hand in circular motions, pushing slowly deeper inside. He tells me, “take a hit now boy”, and after closing the bottle, his thumb enters and a fast and hard push up my rectum, pushing right through up to his wrist. I feel my hole pop and spasm around his hand. “Ooooohhhhh fuck, I yell out”. Master Bill steps up and begins to fuck my face to preoccupy me as Master Boris closes his hand into a fist and begins to move his hand up and back and up and back, slowly inching deeper at the slowest pace, just pushing his right forearm deeper but not too fast. I feel my hole spread around his hairy forearm, getting wider as he goes further and further stretching widest where his forearm meets his elbow. Maybe slightly wide than that baseball bat I think. Master Bill face fucked me as Master Boris worked his magic. 

Master Bill pulls his dick out of my mouth and begins to piss all over my face, in my mouth, on my head. Torrents of piss from all the drinks we’d had. Good think there is a rubber sheet down below or there would have been a huge mess! Then he dribbled the last driplets on my tongue. A light tangy taste, but for the most part, not acidic, not an acrid smell, if you’re gonna drink piss, this is the way to do it.

He walked away and begins to slick up his hands in crisco. Master Boris had been in my hole  for a good 20-30 minutes really working slowly to open me up. He was a very experienced and patient fisting top, and I appreciated that.”I open that pig hole up for you, Bill. You’re gonna love it.”  

Master Bill wasn’t as nice. “Inhale boy”, he barked. I took a deep hit, and 2 seconds after the bottle closed, and I placed it on my chest, he balls his hands in a fist, and I’m getting punch fucked, one fist then the other fist, again, and again and again and again, over and over and over. My eyes rolling in the back of my head. He was probably the quickest punch fucker I’d ever experienced, punching into me in very rapid succession. I felt my balls ache and his knuckles were pressing into my prostate. I took several more hits of poppers and fell back into the sling, watching this giant man with giant fists destroy my hole as he brought me to a very powerful anal orgasm. Huge globs of cum dribbled out of the cage. I reached down to scoop some into my fingers and ate my own cum as Master Bill continued inside me.

Coming down from the orgasm, Master Bill reached over and made out with me tasting my cum in my mouth and telling me that might have been the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He pulled his hand out of my gaped hole and a torrent of liquified crisco poured out of it. The Masters now stood side by side and took turns fisting me up to their elbows. Master Boris used his right arm, then Master Bill went right arm; Master Boris left arm, Master Bill left arm. In this pattern over and over again. My hole had no give, I was an open abyss, a wide open cavern!

The men were sweaty and I could sense they were wanting to shoot another load. They did their best to wipe the crisco off their hands and each jerked a load inside me. They slowly pulled me up from the sling and we went to the bathroom to shower. Master Bill had a huge shower with 4 shower heads. We all soaped each other up and there was lots of making out under the water.

Now cleaned off, i get like I should get going before my friends put out an APB for me. With a  hole the size of the Grand Canyon and crisco dripping out of me uncontrollably, tank top and short shorts doing nothing to hide the welts, I knew there’d be lots of questions. My one cheeky friend saw me and said, “oh my, someone had a good time, didn’t he”. I didn’t say much. I went to lay down before dinner and began to think about that call to Sir Jace that he’d expect from me that evening.