The Bone Hand

Unearthing lots of ancient ruins on a glorious farm land field can be very rewarding. Being trapped underground in an abandoned graveyard is as unrewarding as possible. 

Thank goodness I became an freelance archaeologist. Most would call me a no do gooder who steals and loots finds that don’t belong to me. I call that profit. Finders keepers. I do not see them digging through earth getting sweaty after their metal detector picks up something potentially valuable. It’s always the little guys who do the dirty work and get a pittance for their valuable finds. 

That’s why about a year ago I told those suits to stick their job and began working solo and boy the money comes in fast and big. I mostly sell my wares to the underground market. Sure there are a lot of things I need to do for the money and that’s not just handing in the valuable items. 

For example I found a Roman vase full of gold coins. My mind raced and I thought “JACKPOT!”

Anyway I go to the underground market and meet up with this fella called K. It is always a different guy so as not to arouse police suspicion. We meet in different locations too. This time it was in an abandoned sex shop warehouse and boy, looking over the surprisingly lit up place, did the last tenants have alot of stuff left over. 

The place was littered with dildoes, vibrators, penis pumps, bondage gear and much much more. 

So I wait for K to arrive and I see his car pull up. It’s night so his lights are bright. He turns them off and I hear and see him walking towards me.

He doesn’t mince words so he tells me to show him the goods and I give him the duffel bag. After a good amount of looking he puts the bag down, congratulates me on what a find and then tells me to show him the other goods before I’m paid.

I know exactly what he means and strip. 

Standing naked he leads me towards a wooden pillory in one of the corners. He locks me in so I’m looking down at the dusty floor. 

I hear him removing his clothes and admire my naked form. 

I hear him walking away but soon he comes back with faint slick sounds accompanying him. 

Then I feel a cold sensation between my legs. Then I feel him pushing a long rubber object up my ass. He has clearly picked a rubber dildo up, slicked it with either KY or found some oil lying round and now has the dildo pumping in and out ever so slowly whilst I let out quiet, content moans. 

The pumping turns to thrusting and boy I’m I on the verge. 

My legs shake and weaken as he goes faster and faster. 

Oh god yes. Give it to me. 

Then he stops. The dildo is removed and quickly replaced with his cock. 

Oh boy I hope I get paid fully for this.

Another hour passes and I orgasm whilst he’s still belting in and out of my ass. His fat belly overlapping my back turns me on so so much. Fat guys are the best. 

Finally he cums on my back, stops, dresses, releases me from the pillory and I get dressed again. He gives me a big pat on the ass and hands over a duffel bag containing the money for the vase plus the big pay load for letting him have his way. 

We part ways but not before he gives me his card in case I want him just for pleasure. 

So yep that’s the kind of understanding I have with the buyers of the underground market. I can feel your judgment but hey a guys gotta do what a guys gotta do right? I’m I right? I think I am going by the ultimate pleasure I get along with the money. 

Anyway back to the main story. 

Here I am stuck underneath a cemetery. Why? Only for a find that could set me up for life and then some. 

I presume you’ve never heard of the Ancient bone hand of Baron De La Qwerk? 

No?

Ok well long story short the Baron lived in a castle as most entitled people did back in the early 1700’s. Acording to legend he was quite the libertine of his time savouring not just the female sex but the male sex. 

Voluptuous milkmaids, servants, aristocratics, ladies in waiting you name it he poked, prodded and probed all who crossed his path. 

You could say against him the Marquee Du Sade was an angel. 

However, he favoured the females to the males as he was fearful of being caught with a male sucking him off and losing his titles, honours and so on. 

It was on a sunny day that his fate was sealed. He was walking to a graveyard to put flowers on one of his many mistresses tombstones he had built when he noticed a gardener working in the distance staring at him. 

The gardener beckoned to him with a wicked grin. 

The Baron stood face to face with the gardener and then looked about him. Suddenly the gardener took the Baron and kissed him passionately right there against the back of a crypt. 

The Baron tried to push the gardener away but with all the years working for a living the gardener was too strong against the Barons skinny frame. 

As much as the Baron tried he was pinned to the crypt in broad daylight for anyone to see making him turn a shade of green. 

Then the gardener started to strip the Barons britches off and turned him around. In a matter of minutes the gardeners cock was thrusting deep into the ass of the Baron giving him a thorough buggering. Then to the Barons horror he saw the vicar coming down the path followed by a dozen of his congregation dressed in black. 

The Baron tried in vein to stop the gardener but the gardener was having none of it. Sloppy sounds were heard between the two as the vicar came nearer. 

With a yell that made the vicar and followers look at the Baron the gardener came inside the Barons ass. 

Leaving the crying and ashamed Baron lying half decent on the ground, the gardener quickly fled. 

The Baron sobbed knowing the vicar was just round the crypt about to come across the shamefaced Baron. 

In that short space of time the Barons sobs burst into a fit of anger and using a knife he had in his pocket cut off his right hand and then bled to death with his final words that he would get revenge on the gardener and all his blood line for the rest of their days. 

The body was laid in an unmarked grave. The only thing missing was the hand. 

Long story short….ha…..too good to skip. 

A few days later the gardener and his young son were found lying in a bed of cum. Not dead just afraid. A week after the pair were found naked and tied to a tree in the middle of the square with their erections leaking cum everywhere. The page ripped ending the story about the gardener and his boy being driven away from their home by an angry mob. 

That’s all I could find out on this story. The fact is no one could locate the hand. Apparently this hand had a very valuable set of rings attached to it making the hand, even in a bone condition, extremely valuable. 

So now you’ve heard most of the legend and now I’m digging the last part of this tunnel in hopes of finding…….wait…….hold on…….yes…….this is it. 

Sticking out of a vine is the hand. Gnarled but in quite good condition, almost fleshed apart from a few rips here and there. 

“JACKPOT FOR LIFE!”

My god these rings look amazing. 

Putting the hand carefully into my satchel I walk back towards the entrance and out the cemetery without any trouble. 

Time to sleep and tomorrow I get rich. 

The next day I wake. The hot sun beaming through the blinds. My cock in my hand about to begin the wank of the day. Guys gotta have a wank before becoming rich. Hey?

I start to think of not just the money but of the big…..big pay load I’ll get for the other goods I’ll be receiving. Maybe I’ll get K to join in. 

As my hand grips my cock I have an unusual feeling of Dead Man Hand. Must have slept on that hand all night. Makes for a better time. 

Oh yes! Wow! This must be the best wank I’ve ever given myself. Work it baby! Work that thing! For tonight is pay day!

As I rub faster and faster I relax back and let my still dead hand do all the work. I stretch my left hand and put it under my head. Then I take my right hand and put that under my head. Bliss! Shear bliss!

I close my eyes in blissful relaxation.

Mmmm that feels…..

My eyes flicker open in shock.

If both my hands are behind my head then who is giving me this luxury handjob?

I somehow know before I see.

I hear the faint sound of metal clicking in formation with the rubs.

Slowly, through sleepy eyes, I look down and gasp in surprise as I see the bone hand wanking the shit out of me with abandon.

My head drops back onto the pillow in utter shock as the bone hand brings my cock to full sensual satisfaction and I cum bucket loads.

Forget the damn money this supernaturally superb gem of a find stays with me forever. It can wank me to death as far as I’m concerned.

END

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If you cummed to this story please let me know in the comments. It’s been too long since writing the last story but I’m still going to publish more stuff for all you well deserved readers out there who make orgasm shaking stories for single people like me, who haven’t had success finding true love yet, to read and get off to. 

Thank you so so much.