Cage Fighter

After finishing college with a computer degree, I went for three job interviews. All three jobs were offered to me, but I accepted the job at the smallest of the three companies. The remuneration they were offering was also slightly less than other two businesses, but somehow it just felt right. I really liked Ferdie, the owner of this medium-sized engineering company that employed me. When I met him he was bubbling with enthusiasm and was far more passionate, than the other two dour idiots who had interviewed me. Ferdie had made use of freelance computer people up until then, but as he told me, it was time for his business to now employ a full-time computer person. With the growth the company had shown over the previous year, in his opinion, this step had now become a necessity.

I started working at the company the following Monday. I was initially taken around and introduced to everyone upstairs, before meeting the guys in the blue-collar division downstairs. Wray, with whom I would spend thirty per-cent of my time, was the boss of the downstairs division. Wray was out the office on my first day and would only be back, the following day. All the guys downstairs were friendly, and there were one or two very hot looking men. The rest of the day was a blur and exhausted I made my way back to my apartment that evening. My dad owned several apartments and houses, and I was lucky enough to rent one of these from him, for next to nothing.

The next day, I met the twenty-nine-year-old Wray. He was six-foot-one tall and very hunky. He wasn’t a pretty boy, but the most ultra-masculine stud you could ever dream of. His expressive dark brown eyes radiated fervor. Wray wore his hair in a brush cut style and also sported a full beard. All the hair on his entire head was jet black. You could also clearly discern from the hair sprouting over his polo shirt’s top button, that he was fairly hairy. When he shook my hand my knees almost gave way. The one thing I noticed about him, that would later be explained, was that he had quite a few small scars on his face. Spending a third of my time with him was going to be an absolute pleasure. As I would only commence working with him the following day, we agreed on meeting from nine till twelve.

Upon my arrival back upstairs, one of the pretty young secretaries with fluttering eyes asked me if I had met Wray. I nodded and then got a full update on the hunk at our company. He was an amateur cage fighter and in fact, had a contest coming up in just over two weeks’ time. He fought in the light-heavyweight division and had a twenty-two to twenty-one, win/loss record, having only ever lost his second fight. Wray had apparently been telling everyone at work that his next fight would probably be his last.

For the following week, my restraint was tested as never before. Wray and I got on very well but I was very guarded, believing him to be totally straight. Wray was intelligent, well read, and was an extremely enjoyable colleague to work with. He had been married four years before, but that hadn’t worked out and only lasted a year. He said that his arduous training schedule had caused the divorce because his wife was unable to deal with their total lack of any social life.

On the Monday before his fight, he asked me if I would like to attend. His fight was on Thursday evening, at a casino about twenty miles away. I wasn’t really keen but couldn’t say no. He said that he would arrange a complimentary ticket for me to attend the event. When I asked him if he was going to win, he challenged me to a bet. If he won, I would have to take him out for dinner on Friday night and if he lost, he would pay for the meal. How could I refuse?

I arrived at the casino at seven p.m. on Thursday. After a light meal, I was seated by seven forty-five in a front row seat. The show started at eight and was totally over the top for me. Wray’s fight was only up at nine and I did not know how I was going to last. Many of the guys fighting were hot, but the blood and gore were too much for me. Finally, Wray arrived in the ring with all the usual loud music and hype, which I had by now become accustomed to. His first round was rough and gruesome, and fortunes seemed to sway to and fro. Toward the end of the second round both men had bloodied faces, but Wray seemed to be getting the upper hand. Round three was one-way traffic and Wray knocked his opponent out within thirty seconds. Having had enough, I left directly after his fight.

The following day I joined in with all the backslapping and compliments at work. Wray’s right eye was slightly puffy, and he had cuts on his bottom lip and above his left eye. While working together that day we finalized our arrangements for the evening. I had booked dinner at a lovely Italian restaurant a block from my apartment. At seven Wray arrived at my apartment on his large motorbike. We spoke for a while before walking to Mario’s, where dinner and conversation were excellent. Early on in the evening, Wray asked if he could use my spare room that night. After eight manic weeks of preparation for the fight, Wray wanted to let his hair down. Naturally, I replied that it wouldn’t be a problem. When we arrived back at my place later, we spoke for another hour before heading off to bed. Luckily, I had a spare toothbrush for him.

At around seven-thirty the following morning I made breakfast. When Wray joined me in the kitchen only wearing his boxers, I had a hard time trying not blatantly staring at the magnificent creature before me. Wray then asked me what I had planned for that day, to which I replied, “Nothing.”

He then offered to take me on a bike ride. He had an extra helmet at his place and as he only lived ten minutes away, could fetch in no time. I wasn’t into bikes but didn’t want to look like a sissy, so agreed to his offer.

After breakfast, he took a quick ride over to his place to collect the helmet and was back in half an hour. We then took off to a surprise location where he wanted to buy me lunch. For most of the journey, my eyes were closed. I did, however, enjoy having my arms around his body and it took every fiber of my being, not to get a hard-on en route. The destination was a little village next to a dam, with all kinds of shops, restaurants, and galleries. We roamed around for a few hours before having lunch at an eatery. It was a delightful day, and we arrived back at my place at around four that afternoon.

As we entered my home Wray asked what I usually did on Saturday afternoons. “I usually watch DVD’s,” I replied. We then hired a DVD and sat together on the couch enjoying a really good movie.

Afterward, as we sat chatting, Wray startled me by asking, “Are you gay, Allen?”

My heart almost stopped. Picking up on my discomfort he told me that he had no problem if I was. I then just threw caution to the wind and confessed.

Wray then told me that he was bisexual and had also enjoyed many gay encounters during the past fourteen years. At the age of sixteen, he had a gay relationship, which lasted for about a year. He then had another gay relationship at twenty-one, which only lasted a few months, before finally having a short gay fling just before he got married.

Wray also admitted to having a few homosexual one night stands in the preceding years. Being from a conservative upbringing, however, he just felt that he could never pursue a gay lifestyle. This had frustrated him enormously and dealt with his vexation, by putting all his energy into his fights.

“Since meeting you, Allen, I have started obsessing about having sex with you. I would really love to go to bed with you.” Wray finally concluded.

After a quick visit to the bathroom to wash my face and recover, when I got back to the lounge Wray got up off the couch and fervently began kissing me. Before long, we were on the couch making out like two randy teenagers. Wray was an unbelievable kisser and extremely assertive. His hands dominated my head, arms, and body, as he pinned me down increasingly. I could sense him testing me, to see what level of roughness I would endure and it was obvious that he thrived on total control. Even his verbalizing became aggressive and took on an authoritarian tone.

When we stood up from the couch he retrieved a small knapsack, which he had removed from the bike hours earlier. He then ordered me to the bedroom in a commanding tone.

When we arrived in the bedroom he said, “Get your fucking clothes off,”

After we stripped I got my first look at him naked. His uncut cock was long and thick, with a pronounced downward curve. He obviously never shaved and also had a massive pair of hairy balls. Wray then ordered me to get on the bed on my stomach, before climbing on my back with a pair of handcuffs that he retrieved from his bag. I became very nervous as my hands were cuffed behind me, but before I could protest a ball-gag was pushed into my mouth.

He lifted off me and said, “I’m into rough sex Alan, and now I am going to break you in. If it gets too much for you, just give me a sign by showing me your middle finger.”

After pulling a short strap out of the knapsack he then started whacking me on my backside. The pain was intense and as I wriggled about, he barked that I should lie still or he would increase the number of smacks. After six whacks, I relented and lay still. My arse stung as he continued spanking while growling commands. I came very close to calling the spanking off initially, but amazingly, I was so totally intrigued and turned-on that I began to enjoy my whipping.

After twenty strikes, Wray stopped his assault and started rubbing and caressing my backside. What really surprised me was how much I had actually enjoyed the last few blows. What I didn’t realize at that moment, however, was how my life was about to change. Wray then got on top of me and started biting my shoulders. As he intensified his bites he held my head down firmly with his right hand, while spreading my legs with his knees. As he really bit down hard on my neck, I felt his cock forcing my butt-hole open as he roughly entered my arse. Wray then pushed his hands through under my arms, and with both hands on top of my head pinning me down, commenced hammering his knob inside me.

He then put his lips to my ear and grunted, “You belong to me from now on.” I had never been so turned on in my life!

As he settled into a firm tempo the discomfort gradually started to subside. He kept biting my ears and neck, before he lifted his body onto outstretched arms and started thumping his cock into me, meaningfully. As he began grunting he fell onto my body and unloaded. Spent, he continued to lie on top of me with his hot breath warming my face. After a few minutes, his cock slipped out of my arse before he got off me.

After unlocking the cuffs, he turned me onto my back before removing the ball-gag. Wray then sat down next to me on the bed and stared into my eyes. As hectic as my ordeal had been, I had loved it. When I smiled his face lit up. He bent over and kissed me passionately. I was then placed on my back before he lowered his arse on my face and facing away from me. Then, he pulled his cheeks apart and instructed me to rim him. While I rimmed him he started masturbating me and as I was about to shoot, he let go of my cock and got off my body. I immediately tried to finish the job but he hit my hands away from my knob, commanding me never to touch myself again without his permission.

Wray then lay over the side of the bed, and with his knees on the ground, ordered me to fuck him as hard as possible. I placed my cock in his hole and pushed like crazy. He growled with pain as his tight hole gripped onto my knob. Being overexcited, I did not last too long before I unloaded into him. Wray then spun around and licked my cock and balls clean. Afterward, he ordered me onto my back once more squatting over me, told me to clean his butt again.

After moving to the lounge we had drinks after our session. Wray had an incredible sex drive and fucked me a further three times that night.

Following breakfast the next morning, we had a really long chat. Wray told me that he had always wanted to get into the heavy leather and bear scene. Thankfully, I had enough body hair to turn him on. He had always been reluctant to fully explore this arena individually and wanted someone he trusted, to share it with. He wanted to get all the leather gear and give it a full go. We then looked up sites on the internet and watched some of the heavy stuff that this gay subculture is into. I was fascinated and found very masculine men attractive, and therefore, I was quite keen on exploring this new lifestyle with him.

When we watched a movie of guys fisting one another, he admitted that he was dying to try this out. The look on my face must have said it all, but he assured me that he would never force me to take his fist. Wray, however, was dying to be fisted and made me take note of all the procedures and techniques that were employed. Some of the movies of guys being double-fucked really got me hot, and I knew that this was definitely something that I would want to try out in future. Fortunately, we both found the extreme bondage with gas masks, piggy headgear, and ridiculous restraints very silly. After our viewing marathon, I made lunch, after which we enjoyed a relaxing afternoon.

I would be turning twenty-one in two weeks’ time and invited Wray to my folk’s house, where the party would be held. He wanted to take me shopping for the required leather gear the following Saturday, as a twenty-first birthday gift. Strangely, his dominant sexual roleplay was restricted to the bedroom and roleplay outside of that environment, non-existent. We also made a decision that Wray’s inauguration into fisting would take place on the upcoming Saturday. I was very apprehensive, but he was determined to be fisted by me. Apparently, my slender hands made the decision less daunting to him.

We had sex a further three times that evening. In the bedroom, his authoritative attitude returned, but I was comfortable with it. I also got to fuck him again and meted out my own punishment on him. I whacked and fucked his arse as hard as possible.

During the following week, Wray made a decision to call it a day with his amateur fighting career. When pressed that week to make a final decision, he told the promoters he was finally done. I was also instructed to cut my hair very short and ordered to start cultivating a beard. Wray spent Tuesday and Thursday evening at my home that week.

Wray warned me, that he would be putting on a lot of weight now that he had stopped fighting. He came from an overweight family and had to work extremely hard to keep his weight down. Liberated from his extreme fitness regime, he said the weight would simply pile on. Personally, couldn’t wait for this to happen.

On Saturday, we visited a leather shop and got rigged out. We bought butt-plugs, poppers, and dildos, in addition to our two leather outfits. He also acquired medication to help him relax for his upcoming fisting tribulation. On Saturday afternoon, we relaxed after lunch and watched two DVD’s.

That evening, Wray’s fisting initiation was to take place. After administering suppositories and waiting the required twenty minutes, he douched himself thoroughly. We then placed a very large butt-plug into his backside to prepare his arse. During this preparation we sat around in the lounge, chatting and enjoying our drinks. Wray took his special tablet and gradually seemed to become quite relaxed. When we finally moved through to the bedroom, he leaned over the bed with his knees on the ground.

I lubed up my hand and arm and started working on his manhole. One, two, and then three fingers were soon inserted. I followed the method that I had seen on the internet and when the fourth finger went in, he really started groaning. I slowly agitated my hand to and fro, before placing my thumb in the palm of my hand. Wray started yelping as I began pushing my hand into him. His sphincter offered great resistance but I persevered. As my knuckles broke through I could see him start trembling. When my hand fully entered his arse, both his hands slapped the bed as he uttered all kinds of expletives. I kept my hand still for a few minutes, just to allow him to adjust to the intrusion.

It was stunning! The warmth enveloping my hand and the bond I felt with this beautiful man was overwhelming. I had never been more connected to anyone in my entire life. As he whimpered I commenced turning my hand in his backside. Slowly, he began to groan with pleasure. With my left hand, I rubbed his butt cheeks and back gently. Gradually, I started moving my hand in and out, while turning my arm. Soon, my forearm was halfway up his backside.

During the entire procedure, Wray took hits from the poppers bottle. I relaxed for a short while before I began thrusting my fist back and forth. After a few minutes, he begged me to abuse his hole. I slowly started pulling my hand out up to the knuckles, before reinserting. Once I got the momentum going, however, I began punch-fucking his arse steadily.

Wray turned his head from side to side as his body moved up and down. His knuckles were white as he tugged on the duvet. Before long, I saw his backside twitch, as he started unloading on the bed. Spent, he collapsed and I slowly withdrew my arm and hand from his backside. When he turned to look at me he had a look of delight on his face. When he grabbed me and passionately kissed me, I knew that I no longer had a choice, and would have to relent and indulge in the same ritual. I promised him that I would allow him to fist me, the following Sunday. I was totally in love with this man.

After the magnitude of our session, we both respected the gravity of what we had just experienced. It is difficult to explain the connection one makes when fisting occurs, there is a mental high that takes you to an entirely new level of trust and bonding. It is almost as if your bodies become one, united in ecstasy.

The following week, Wray spent every night at my place. Friday was my actual birthday and my parents invited me to their home for dinner. My dad stunned me, by informing me that the apartment I was renting from him would be my twenty-first birthday gift. I signed the required transfer papers and left my folk’s home later feeling like I had won a lottery. When I told Wray about my fantastic gift, he was blown away.

On Saturday, Wray arrived at my parents’ home after me and we all enjoyed the most wonderful party. My parents both took to Wray and I could see that my mom fathomed that Wray and I were lovers. My parents had known about my sexual orientation for the previous two years and were totally at ease with it.

Wray and I agreed to meet at my place after the party and left my parents’ home at the same time. We had a few drinks after we arrived, having imbibed responsibly during the party. Soon, we headed off to bed and made love for an hour before we dozed off. I was made to wear a large butt-plug that entire night.

The following morning I douched before reinserting the plug. I surprised Wray by asking him if he would consider moving in with me. He smiled and said that he would give me an answer the following morning if I was still alive. I was as nervous as hell about my upcoming fisting ordeal.

We had an early supper at around five in the afternoon. At six p.m. I again douched thoroughly before reinserting the butt-plug. After taking two special pills to calm me, we moved through to the bedroom at around seven that evening. I was tied to the headboard as before and the ball-gag was placed in my mouth. Wray then gave me a severe beating with his little strap. I humped on the bed as my arse burned. This weekly thrashing was becoming the highlight of my existence. By the twentieth strike, I had cum all over the duvet.

My hips were then propped up on two cushions before Wray got to work on my arse. Wray’s hands were large and I knew I would be in for an excruciating ordeal. Four fingers were immediately pushed into me once the huge butt plug was removed. I was very calm and with a few hits of poppers, relaxed and started getting into the whole scene. I had mentally prepared for this and bit on the ball-gag with all my might, as Wray started agitating his hand. He took his time and let me get used to the sensation as he opened and closed his four fingers. Next, Wray placed his thumb into the palm of his hand and started pushing into me. As his knuckles broke through my sphincter I broke out in a cold sweat. It was agonizing and I grunted like a wounded animal as he kept stirring his arm.

Wray then pushed my legs as far apart as he could, before he began plunging his forearm into me. Gradually, the pain subsided and was replaced by the most awesome sensation. I could feel his hand open and close as he massaged the inside of my backside. An occasional hit of poppers further enhanced my experience. He kept encouraging me as he gently rubbed my back with his left hand. When I relaxed and began to enjoy the anal onslaught, I encouraged him to fist me harder. He balled his fist and pulled his hand out up to the knuckles, before pushing back into me. Wray kept this up for a few minutes before he began punching my arse as his fist went completely in and out of me. I could feel myself approaching climax as he really punched my hole hard, prior to shooting the biggest load of my life.

Next, he pulled his hand out of me before jumping onto my back and inserting his cock. Wray was so turned-on that he came within a minute of thrusting into me. Afterward, we lay still for a very long while.

Wray then told me that he definitely wanted to move in with me and cement our relationship. He was in love with me and wanted us to be partners. We also decided that fisting would be a weekly ritual and would be confined to weekends. We slept like babies that evening.

The following week he started moving all his clothes into our home. Wray had been renting a fully furnished apartment and had very few personal items to worry about. By the end of that week, he had managed to find someone to take over the lease on his apartment, and we settled into our new lives with ease.

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On one of the leather and bear sites that we surfed a week later, we saw that there was an upcoming party that would be held, the following Saturday. It was referred to as a ‘Lumberjack Bash’ and Wray was very keen to attend. We bought two plaid shirts for the occasion, and as my beard was coming on very nicely I hoped I would look the part. Wray was a natural with his full beard and very hairy body. We rode to the party by bike and found a multitude of other bikes parked at the venue. After entering, we bought two beers before having a good look at our fellow ‘lumberjacks.’ There were a great many big hairy men milling around.

After a while, we found ourselves in the company of Chubby (Peter) and his partner Ty (Tyler). Chubby was huge and stood six-feet-one tall. He easily weighed two hundred and eighty pounds and although he had a large gut, it seemed quite firm. He had big meaty moobs with thick arms and legs. He was very hairy and had a massive beard. The short hair on his Chubby’s head and his long beard had a distinct ginger tinge. He was handsome in a cuddly way and had an enticing smile. He had broad features, expressive brown eyes, and attractive large rough hands. You simply wanted to hug him.

Ty was six-foot-four, extremely muscular, and took working-out very seriously. He was totally bald and had a goatee. Ty wasn’t particularly hairy but into tattoos in a major way. Both his arms were totally sleeved with ink. He wasn’t good-looking but sexy, in a very alpha way. His neck and arms were muscular and veiny, and his thighs were enormous. His hands were even bigger than Chubby’s.

The one thing that I observed about both guys was that the pouches in front of their leather pants protruded obscenely. Ty’s was big, but Chubby’s was ridiculous. We enjoyed each other’s company for about an hour before Ty suggested that we join them at their home for some fun in their play-pit. I could see that Wray was quite keen and although I felt slightly apprehensive, we were soon on our bike and following them to their home.

They had a large house on an enormous property and after entering their home, beers were handed around. Ty made it clear that as we would be spending the night, alcohol consumption was not an issue. We were then shown around their place before we were taken into their play-pit. There was a huge sling in the middle of the room. The entire floor was sloped in the direction of a drain in the far corner. The room was rather Spartan and only had two ottomans clad in leather, one on either side of the sling. Apart from that, there were hooks with straps, whips, and a shelf with an assortment of dildos and butt-plugs.

After we left the play-pit and returned to the lounge area, Ty sat next to Wray on one of the two large couches and Chubby sat next to me on the other. Ty then closed the gap between him and Wray and soon, they began making out. Before I could even formulate an opinion about this Chubby was all over me. Chubby’s bulk was stunning and I couldn’t wait for Wray to start packing on the pounds. In the past fortnight, Wray had already put on ten pounds.

As I battled to breathe, I noticed that Wray and Ty had gotten up and were stripping off their clothes. When I heard Wray’s exclamation of surprise, both Chubby and I looked in their direction. Wray and Ty were facing each other, and Wray was staring at Ty’s cock. It looked like a large purple tubular growth protruding from Ty’s body. These guys were into saline and pumps in a big way! Ty’s cock was extremely thick and the fat foreskin appeared to have a huge hole at the front. Soon, Wray was pushing his cock into this hole as the guys started docking. Ty’s bluish veined balls were also larger than any normal humans.

When Chubby got up and also started stripping, I followed suit. Once unclothed, my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Chubby’ dark red veiny balls were grotesquely large and even too big for my outstretched hands to hold. His cut cock was also extremely thick and looked swollen. Chubby’s fat pink mushroom cock-head looked like it had been added onto the purple shaft at a later stage. His cock must have been at least eight inches long and more than nine inches round. By now, Ty and Wray had moved over to us and I also got to insert my cock into Ty’s foreskin. As I did so, Wray and Chubby kissed and fondled one other.

Ty then led us all to the play-pit where I was placed in the sling. Chubby moved up and started inserting his cock into me. My arse was stretched to absolute capacity as he entered me. As Chubby leaned over me, Wray moved in behind Chubby and inserted his cock into Chubby’s backside. Ty then moved in behind Wray, to complete the daisy chain. Soon, we were all groaning with pleasure as our train rocked to and fro. After five minutes, Chubby pulled out of me and he and Ty swapped positions. When Ty penetrated me, Wray inserted his dick into Ty and Chubby entered Wray. Again we rocked steady for several minutes.

As everyone reached an intensity of excitement, I was pulled off the sling to experience my first bukkake. With me, on my knees, Ty moved up first. As I pushed my tongue into his foreskin and licked his small cock-head, he shot loads of cum into my mouth. Wray followed and I took his entire load without spilling a drop. Chubby got so excited that most of his cum splashed all over my head, face, and chest.

As he finished, I started licking Chubby’s huge balls. Soon, Wray was on his knees assisting me. As Ty moved next to Chubby I pushed my tongue back into his fat foreskin, which completely covered my lips. When Wray and I got to our feet, Chubby got onto the sling. Ty tied Chubby’s legs high and wide, before retrieving a can of lubrication. Ty then started working Chubby’s arse with his hand and before long, had his fist in Chubby’s butt. He mercilessly began punching Chubby’s hole and shortly his arm was up to his elbow in Chubby’s arse.

Ty motioned to Wray to take over after a few minutes. Wray went to town and was in seventh heaven as he continued the onslaught on Chubby’s butt. Chubby was growling with pleasure as he took multiple hits of poppers. I was next up and loved every second of the performance.

The next scene blew my mind completely. Ty took over from me and started coaxing a huge prolapse out of Chubby’s arse. The dark red protrusion was about four to five inches long. It was fleshy, moist, and just looked stunning. Both Wray and I then got to caress this tube of wonder. I couldn’t resist before getting on my knees before licking and sucking on it. After I did so Wray pushed both his thumbs into the protuberance and pulled the prolapse over his cock. He held the prolapse in his hand as he fucked the dark red tube.

While Wray fucked Chubby, Ty moved behind me and after lifting my body, stuck his cock back into me once more. I lowered my torso and began licking Wray’s hand and Chubby’s prolapse, as Ty fucked me steadily. Wray didn’t last too long and shot his load into the tube, before disengaging.

Next, Ty moved my head directly behind Chubby’s backside so I could lick and clean his protruding arse. Afterward, I lifted my torso and also entered Chubby’s prolapse with Ty still fucking me. It felt awesome as I massaged my cock encased in his prolapse, and shortly I shot my load. Ty then moved me to the side and pushed the prolapse back into Chubby’s arse, before inserting his cock into Chubby. As Ty fucked Chubby, Wray moved to Chubby’s face and started feeding him his yellow sap. I moved behind Ty and began rimming him as he fucked Chubby. I licked Ty’s smaller prolapse after he pushed it out of his backside. Not long after, Ty came in Chubby’s arse.

As he pushed my head towards Chubby’s hole once more, he ordered me to clean him again. I began licking and was delighted as Chubby again pushed his prolapse out completely. I licked, sucked, and cleaned this beautiful appendage with delight. Once I was done, Chubby got off the sling and I got my thirst quenched, as Chubby pissed down my throat.

We all moved back to the lounge afterward and chatted while drinking our beers. Ty suggested that we should have some one-on-one action after our break. Chubby and Wray moved to the main bedroom, and Ty and I used the spare room. Both Wray and I had become extremely relaxed after our beer and I was sure that our drinks had been spiked. Looking at Ty’s huge hands made me quite nervous, as we moved off to our separate bedrooms on opposite sides of the house.

The bed in the spare room was devoid of linen and only had a thick plastic sheet covering it. Ty became quite aggressive once we got to the bedroom. He began vigorously slapping my arse and face before his huge left hand closed around my throat and he began to restrict my breathing. He also spat on my face and into my mouth as I gasped for air. I was placed on the bed on my back, after which my hands and legs were tied to the headboard. With my arse in the air, he retrieved a filthy jockstrap from a drawer and pushed it into my mouth. He then started administering smacks to my arse with a thick belt, while hurling abuse at me. I loved every second of my ‘torment.’

Ty then attacked my arse with a really thick dildo, which he rammed into me frantically. After a couple of minutes, he pushed his cock into my hole, before fucking me manically. He then got off the bed and retrieved a tube of lube out of the cupboard. As he started applying copious amounts to his hand and arm, my heart started beating very quickly. Soon, his fingers started entering my hole. Thankfully, he did not go as mad as he had with Chubby earlier on. With and his arm halfway up my arse, I coughed on the sullied underpants. He continued battering my arse for the next several minutes before pulling his arm out and quickly pushing his cock back into me. As he did so he tightened his grip on my throat. After a few minutes of fucking me powerfully, he unloaded into my arse.

After untying me, Ty then lay on his back and told me to sit on his face. Facing away from him, I placed my hole onto his mouth, before Ty commenced lapping voraciously as I expelled cum into his mouth. Once done, Ty became loving and tender and we kissed and cuddled like two lovebirds. While we were busy making-out, the door opened and Chubby announced that it was time for a swap.

After Ty left the room Chubby got straight on top of me. His weight was fantastic and I loved being smother-fucked by him. Lying between my open legs, he pushed his arms under my shoulders and cradled my head in his hands. As he licked and kissed me, his bulk completely enveloped me. This went on for a long time and I could have continued like that until morning. Given his size, he also sweated profusely and I just loved it.

Eventually lifting up, he placed his hands on the headboard and gently lowered his arse onto my face. I was totally in heaven when the red tube started protruding once more. Smearing his prolapse all over my face I fed on the spooge that oozed from it. After he was done, he moved slightly backward and I got to lick those obscenely huge balls once more. As I licked his balls I felt his prolapse tickling my throat. Chubby then lifted his body and told me he wanted to impale himself on my arm. I applied the required lube and shortly he was lowering his body onto my arm. Lifting and lowering his body up and down, while holding onto the headboard, I watched his huge balls swinging to and fro.

He then blew my mind, by asking me to change my position so I could foot-fuck him. After lubing up my foot and leg, I slowly inserted my foot into him. As I got eight inches past my ankle up into his arse, he howled with excitement and shot a huge load all over the headboard. We fell asleep soon after and were only awoken as breakfast was about to be served, the following morning.

Standing around in the kitchen as our food was being dished up, Ty’s back and arse looked like he had been flogged on an early ninetieth-century ship. With a smile, I reflected upon the fact that Wray must have loved meting out that punishment.

After breakfast, we all helped with the dishes and cleaned both rooms after the previous evening’s festivities. At around ten we left our new fuck-buddies and returned home with plans for our next get-together.

My relationship with Wray went from strength to strength over the next year. My parents were crazy about Wray and we continued to see them on a regular basis. As predicted, Wray did put on more weight, topping the scales at two hundred and sixty pounds. I just loved his extra bulk.

Unfortunately, I was compelled to get another job several months later. I was very sad to leave the company but realized that it was for the better. Wray loved his work and continued to be a vital employee at the firm. On the upside, my new job paid a lot more than I had been earning. It was also a good thing for Wray and me to be apart during the day.

We saw Ty and Chubby at least twice a month and really became great friends. Our gatherings were always spent at their home because it was much more private and better suited to our antics. We always took food and drinks with us and also contributed to the cooking and cleaning.

We never got into the pumps and saline, like our good buddies. We did, however, get a few tattoos and the odd piercing or two. Our leather wardrobe also blossomed and I also ended up with my own motorbike.

Sadly, Wray was ostracized by his family when they learned about the two of us. I don’t think it affected him too much as he had always had a very tenuous relationship with them. Fortunately, he was virtually treated as an adopted son by my family. I actually believed that my dad got on even better with Wray, than he did with me. Life was good!