The three previous times I played with Master James I had to share him with other play partners. As a reminder, Master James is a six foot three Black man, a former competitive weightlifter who also held many titles in the leather community in the early 2000’s. His body is tremendously muscled. He has a goatee, bald, gold hoops in his pierced nipples and one huge Prince Albert at the tip of his fat eight inch dick.
He is probably one of the hottest men I’ve ever had the pleasure to play with and now I was finally going to have him all to myself.
I’ve can’t tell you how many times I’ve drifted into my own twisted mind and dreamed what it would be like to submit my full self to this Adonis of a man.
What made it even better for me is that he expressed how he had wanted me alone, too. That he loved my long lanky legs and smooth white ass. Knowing I turned him on made me want to play with him even more.
So I had recently purchased a couple of grams of T, also had some G, had plenty of booze, plenty of fresh poppers and plenty of Elbow Grease and Crisco. I was ready for a wild adventure and hoped Master James was, too.
I’d done a proper and thorough clean out as I didn’t want any of our play interrupted by an unexpected accident. At Master James request, I hadn’t worn deodorant for five days and he hadn’t either. He wanted my cock locked, which was no problem since it had been now for nearly eleven months.
When I answered my door, Master James stood like a statue in my doorway. Wearing a loose string muscle shirt and short black nylon shorts, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. His arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face.
“Hi”, I said.
“On your knees, cocksucker. Is that anyway to greet a superior?”
“No Sir”, I said as I dropped to my knees.
“That’s Master to you, faggot.”
I watched Master James strip off his shirt with so much lust in my body.
“You ready to worship me, boy?”
“Hell yes, Master!”
“Good! Let’s get this party started, pig. Where’s my drink?”
I ran to the kitchen and poured Master a rum and Coke with ice.
Master took a few swigs.
“More rum, pig”
I poured a little more rum and Master James took another gulp.
“Much better”
“You can pour yourself a drink too, pig. You’re gonna need all the help you can get after I ruin you.”
“Yes Master.”
I made myself a drink and took a gulp.
Master James walked up to me and put his hand on my chest and leaned in for a deep, deep kiss. He was a tremendous kisser and I melted beneath him. I loved how his goatee felt against my smooth face.
We took our drinks to my bedroom where I had all of our party favors out on my desk.
I was eager to get started and loaded the glass pipe with a few good shards of crystals. I warmed them with my good lighter and when the smoke appeared, we both took turns inhaling deep and blowing clouds. We even blew clouds back and forth in each other’s mouths.
Master Hames dipped a wet finger into my little baggie and had me hold out my tongue. It was a little magic dust that tingled on my tongue. Then he raised his arms behind his head.
“Go on piggy, I know you want to.”
His pits were rank with sweat and musk. I put my nose in there and where the tina was working through my body, I inhaled deeply multiple times. I then used my tongue to thoroughly wash the left pit and then doing the very same to the right. Time is so warped when you’re under the influence of chemicals, but it felt like I was pit sniffing, pit munching and overall pit worshipping for an hour. I couldn’t get enough.
It was time for another healthy swig of our rum and cokes before another round of the pipe. This time I was blowing smoke over Master James’s cock, as I was gradually lowered down to my knees and needed to fill my mouth. Taking that huge PA down my throat scared me at first, but I think once I was sufficiently elevated, the fear subsided and I hungrily sucked the gift of hard cock I was given.
Master James called me an amazing dick sucker and said he was sure my pussy would feel even better around his cock, but he wasn’t ready to open me up yet because he wanted more of my throat.
Master James pulled his cock out and removed the PA.
“Can’t fuck your face with that thing in my cock, now can I piggy?”
Master James held his cock in my mouth and poured a little G over it. It tasted awful as it hit my mouth but I wasn’t going to stop. Master poured just a little more and then he took some. He set it down on the table, grabbed the back of my head and slammed his dick to the back of my throat over and over again. He was so deep my outstretched tongue was lapping up his heavy balls. It was like the T and the G had unhinged my jaw and magically dissipated my gag reflex.
“Holy fuck! Fucking amazing, piggy!”
We were both in sensory overload now. I started to taste precum.
“I don’t wanna cum just yet, piggy!”
His cock was so wet, my slime covered it in a thick gooey layer.
“Turn around, let me see yo ass!”, he demanded.
Master Hames dipped a wet finger in the baggie and then shoved it right up my ass. I felt my hole tingling as the shards melted inside me. Then he sprinkled a couple of smaller crystals over his erection, lined his cock up to my ass and pushed deep inside.
I lunged for my poppers and took a deep hit. I was loose, but not enough for all of that mighty dick in one push! Several hits opened me up at the same time the crystals were cascading a euphoria over my entire body, that had I think the G had really kicked in.
I was literally wagging my ass.
“Fuck me! Fuck me, please! I need it Master!”
Master James’s hands slammed down hard on my ass and gripped my waist. My fingers gripped the sheets as my hole was fucked recklessly, like we were on a porn set, big black dick tearing my hole open and getting past the second ring. I was just getting warmed up, so was Master James.
He paused for a moment to hit the pipe. He raised my head up, lifting me up by the neck, turned my head and blew heavy smoke into my lungs. He repeated this twice more until we were both sufficiently high.
“Hold on piggy, I’m gonna load up this fuckin’ ass!”
I placed a pillow over the back of my head and moaned into the mattress. I was ass up, face down, practically serving up my cunt hole to this man. With his drug fueled energy, he used my hole the way it deserved, battering my insides. My eyes rolled behind my head. Master James was grunting and was muttering incoherently, but ultimately, he used my pussy hard to bring himself over the edge and he flooded my hole with so much jizz, it was leaking out in buckets.
“Fuck, that was fucking hot, piggy! Your hole is fucking flooded!”
It was a good thing we’d fucked early on in our session, meth dick is a real thing and Master James wasn’t gonna keep a hardon too much longer.
My hole was literally oozing seed after Master James had fucked it wide open aided by magic dust.
“I think it’s time to bust your hole open, piggy”, Master James warned.
“Get on your stomach!”
Master James melted a couple of crystals into a shot glass and once it was fully diluted, used a medicine dropper to shoot the entire concoction up my ass.
Once again, he loaded up the pipe with more crystals and took a couple of hits, pressing his lips against mine and blowing smoke into my mouth. Then he did two more hits and blew it up my asshole.
I was flying high now. Really high. I was out of control.
I flipped myself onto my back and held my legs out, holding my ankles.
“I’m ready Master James! Break me open!”
I was desperate at this point, the need to have something stuffing my cunt was overpowering.
“Be careful what you wish for piggy!”
Master James coated both his hands with lots of grease half way up to his forearms.
This is the moment I’d been waiting for. What I fantasized about. Turning my hole over to HIM
I took a deep, deep hit of poppers and a rush hit my entire body.
Master James balled his right hand into a giant fist and parted my cunt lips with his knuckles.
“Ohhh yes!”, I screamed. “Push it all the way in! More!”
“Greedy fucking pig!”
Master James delivered, he punched his way right up to the grease line of his forearm. It was delightful and that was only the initial insertion.
“Thank you, Master! Oh fuck that feels so fucking good! Oh yes! Punch it out, fuckin’ punch my cunt out!”
Master used every muscle in his arm and put his legs into it to. My hole was truly annihilated at first just with the right forearm, repeated punches thrown bursting right into my backside one after the other; then alternating fists, left, right, left, right, over and over and over again until I was babbling like a tweaked out idiot, the sensations in my body were indescribable.
Master James stopped when he thought I was going to hyperventilate. He grabbed a couple of paper towels and grabbed the rum and coke drink and made me hydrate and breathe.
“How you doin’ piggy?”
“I’m great!”
“You look pretty fucked up piggy! Yeah man…looks like you need more, don’t ya?”
“Yes Master, I need my cunt stuffed!”
“Yeah, you do! Let’s try something different. Get up and let me lay down.”
We switched places. Master James was leaning back on the headboard.
“Put lots of grease on my hands piggy”
I loved being called piggy. Different than “hole”, which Jace seemed to prefer. Piggy made me feel sleazy and I liked that.
I greased up both of Master Jame’s hands and then wiped mine clean. He clasped both hands together creating one practically bowling ball sized fist.
“Get your mask on piggy”
I put my gas mask on and when the fumes began to hit me, I lowed my cratered cunt hole over it. My hole was simply ravenous and I sunk lower and lower until I’d overcome the toughest obstacles of many knuckles and was now down to his wrists.
“Hang on to the bed post piggy! You wanted a blow out, here it fuckin’ comes!”
Master James pulled his mitts from my gaped hole and then pushed right back inside. After the third push I flipped the mask off my head and rode out the ensuing wave. Faster, deeper, harder I opened my hole up, spreading my legs wider for easier access to my guts taking these fully charged punches in my rectum. I was once again babbling and drooling, clearly gooning out from all the chemicals flying through my body.
“Put your mask on again, piggy!”
Master James separated his clasped hands and formed two fists, knuckles facing, and once again I sunk my hole down for this even wider stretch.
This time what followed had me screaming out, “oh my God, yes! Oh fuck yes! Thank you! Oh fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop! Oh FUCK! Ohhh god!”. Double fist punches almost to the elbow, but my favorite thing in the whole world is when my fister holds a fist firm, deep in my cunt, and with the second fist, punches my lights out! That’s exactly what Master James did, alternating fists making sure I had the full experience before ending that series with more double punches.
Holy fuck of fucks! When Master James completed this round, I stumbled onto the bed next to him. There’s a certain mania that T produces, at least for me. This need to feel filled is more than overpowering, it’s like the need for air, it’s like a need for hydration after days in a desert.
I knew Master James was needing a break. He was covered in sweat. The man worked hard putting my hole through its paces, but I was a pig hole on a mission. My eyes darted in every direction looking for anything I could find to lube and shove up my hole.
A devious smile formed on my face once I had a plan. I reached again for my vat of lube and covered Master’s size 13 foot with it.
“Go ahead piggy! Let me watch you fuck yourself with my foot!”
I grabbed the poppers again, took some deep sniffs in each nostril getting myself to the point where my head was spinning out and I lowered my hole over some toes. I had planted my feet in the floor, facing with my back to Master James thinking I could use the muscles in my thighs to bounce off his foot, or use my arms to hold myself up if Master James decided to kick my ass…literally.
Master James did his best to keep his foot loose, as I lowered past the first 3 toes, I sunk lower, taking in more foot and all 5 toes.
I paused there for a moment.
“Stay right there piggy”
Master James tapped my back and handed me the pipe and torch and I blew a couple of clouds. I handed it back to Master James and then opened the lid to the poppers and took two more hits. I was even more out of my mind, my body felt like I was floating in the air. My hole was so slick and so open, it slid further downward until I would need Master James to participate in footing me.
I rose up just slightly, reached back to add more lube to the exposed skin, and his foot “popped” inside. The feeling was so different, but so magnificent. Soon, Master James went from gentle pushes to more severe kicks as I implored him to kick my ass like I was one of his mortal enemies.
“Kick my fuckin cunt like you mean it! Like you fuckin’ hate my fuckin’ guts!”
I don’t even know what I was saying because I was really out of my mind and slipping out of this plane of consciousness and into a dimension of complete bliss and euphoria.
I took more hits and Master James and I changed positions. I was now on my back, on the floor, my legs up and wrapped by my left arm to leave my vulnerable hole open. I had to hold myself firm to take Master’s hard kicks or I would have been sliding around the bedroom.
“You wanna really do something fucked up, piggy?”
“Fuck yeah!”
I wasn’t in any frame of mind to make good decisions.
“Just stay right here and trust me.”
Master James left me there on my carpeted floor, a towel under me, and my eyes grew wide when he returned with some objects in his hands.
“You ever slam before piggy?”
“Once, I don’t remember of it.”
I swore I’d never do it again. The last time was the only time. I didn’t like that I didn’t remember what occurred after the drugs hit my veins. I remember brief flashes of light and then it was many hours later when I resumed consciousness. I have no recollection of what might have happened in the many hours in between.
“You must have taken too much. I was just gonna hit you with a baby hit.”
I might have been high, but I was still coherent enough to turn it down.
“How about another booty bump instead?”, I asked.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna do anything you’re not up for. Booty bump coming up.”
Once again Master James hit me with the syringe up my butt and we waited a few minutes for it to marinate in my system.
It was also a good opportunity for us to hydrate and regroup.
Once the magic tingle came back strong, I was ready!
Master James covered both his feet with lots and lots of lube, but before we resumed my “footing”, Master James scooped up a huge glob of Crisco and placed his balled hand inside my quivering hole and pushed it deep inside and spread it all over.
I took a large hit of poppers. Master James placed the bottom of his feet against each other and then both of his big toes were pushed into my butt.
“Probably better if you drive this crazy train, piggy! Slide your cunt down as far as you can go so I don’t hurt you.”
I maneuvered myself to more of an upright position for my first double footing ever. My cunt was starving and I was going to feed it. I felt my hole stretching wider and wider the further I pushed myself downward. My sloppy hole was so slick and offered no give. Having two size 13 feet up my ass was a pleasure I’d never known and never thought I was capable of such heroics. I made it all the way down to Master’s ankles, and thought that was about as far as I could go. I sprayed some Max Impact onto a cloth and took some good sniffs. Then I planted my hands on the carpet and bounced my cave cunt pig hole over those huge feet. This took double fisting to another level entirely. I had no idea my hole was so pliable! Master James reached up and began to twist, pull, and torture my nipples and that caused my balls to tighten and as I squeezed my ass down on those perfect feet, I began moaning, completely uninhibited, free to let myself go, and I had an assgasm that was out of this world. White globs of seed dribbled down the side of my black Cobra cage. I don’t know how to describe such extreme, exquisite, full-body pleasure that was so intense. I pulled off of those feet and fell onto my side. I needed time to regulate my breathing and to stop my mind from spinning out.
“Holy fuck, piggy! That was fuckin’ crazy! Look at your face! Holy fuck! Are you ok?”
“Oh yeah”, was all I could say.
Master James cuddled me and rubbed my back.
“Just relax. Just enjoy the endorphin rush piggy.”
Master James kissed my shoulder and the back of my neck, his goatee whiskers sent a shiver down my spine.
My hole was still tingling, even after all of that! I balled my hand into a fist and reached behind me. I started to finger my own hole trying to find just the right position to fist myself. I finally ended up on all 4’s again, my fist slamming into my own butt hole from behind.
“Fuck! I love watching you punching your own hole out, piggy! Fucking insane!”
I couldn’t satisfy my sick need for fist all by myself. My hands are small, and my cunt needed something much bigger.
“Please! Give me your fist!”, I was desperate, pleading.
“Yeah, piggy? You want more?”
“Yes please!”
“Get up on the bed!”
I moved up to the bed, threw a pillow behind my head and pulled my legs up and back.
“Look at that fuckin’ gape piggy! I can see inside your fuckin’ hole! We fuckin’ split your ass open! Fuck! Your cunt lips are so swollen. Fuck yeah!”
Master James greased up both his hands again. His left fist corked the gape perfectly. I didn’t expect Master James to press the other fist against the one already inside me, but that’s exactly what he did.
“Shit piggy! You’re a fuckin’ trough now! Look how easy both my fists are in yo ass!”
I was in no mood to chat.
“Punch me out! Punch me!”
Once again I felt like I was stepping into one of my wildest fantasies. In those fantasies, I imagined Master’s sweaty chest glistening, heaving as his biceps curled, growling, using my hole like a boxing bag. Now it wasn’t a dream. It was really happening. I opened my eyes so I could see what was happening. I also realized I didn’t need the poppers, the gas mask, or the spray…I was taking hard doubles almost up the elbows without any assistance at this point…well, that latest booty bump probably facilitated this.
I was crying out to god again, thanking Master James, begging him not to stop! I wanted to feel this for as long as possible.
I don’t even know how long I was on my back, but Master James really impressed me with his stamina. Most guys would’ve tapped out a long time ago, but not this man. He was in it for the long haul.
Somewhere along the line, my logical mind stopped working and the T brain took over. I had four fingers inside the top ridge of my butt while being double barreled! I’d seen videos of guys taking three fists before, but usually they involved two tops in one hole. I didn’t have another top to work with and wanted to take 3 fists.
Master James paused, both fists buried past his wrists.
“Go ahead! Let’s see if you can get your whole fist in there! Don’t be shy piggy!”
I slid my thumb underneath my four fingers and pushed my hand inside a little further. My hole was truly slathered in a tremendous amount of grease so I didn’t need any more lube. My eyes bulged out of their sockets when I felt a slight “pop” and my fist was butting up over Master’s two.
“Fuck piggy! You did it! Holy fuck!”, Master declared.
“You want me to punch you out again?”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Don’t move your hand, piggy!”
Experiencing a double punching is usually a very special experience, out of this world. Feeling the fury of a double punch with my own hand crammed up my rectum was spectacular. It created more friction. All the nerve endings in my body were on overdrive. I have to say, I was pretty impressed with myself that I could take two feet at one time, and now 3 fists. I never expected it. I had no idea what elevated pleasures were coming my way because I was so willing to take chances outside of my norm.
Once again, Master James worked me to another wild crescendo and a second round of jizz spilled out of my caged dick.
We’d probably been going at it for three or four hours. Master James had returned to the bed and had refilled his rum and coke. I was so turned on just seeing laying there naked. There was still a layer of sweat clinging to his body. An urge to taste him came over me. I laid beside him and my outstretched tongue was swiping across his right pec, and I put his piercing into my mouth to gently bite on his nipple.
Master James raised his arm up over his head and I buried my face into his pit for another round of total worshiping. My face was wet the combination of my own saliva and Master’s pit funk.
Master James placed the last of the crystals into the pipe and lit it. Soon we were swapping clouds into our mouths. I knew he was working me up for another round of fisting fun. I knew I had one more good one left in me.
Master James put me on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed. He greased up his right arm behind the elbow. He actually stood with his back to me, and his closed fist pressed into my asshole. After a few sniffs of poppers, the fattest part of his forearm was spreading me open. Master James rolled his forearm around in my rectum, and repositioned himself so he was now facing me. He kneeled to the floor and his arms was level with my hole.
“Put your mask on piggy”
I had refreshed the little cotton ball in the mask with a new splash of amyl. I placed it over my head and breathed in deeply. My I felt Master’s elbow pass through my assring and we were now approaching his bicep. I let myself breathe in a couple more fumes before popping the mask off. A deep rush was working its way into my body and I pushed backward, pressing my cunt lips over Master’s large bicep. Master flexed his bicep to inflate the muscle and in turn really opened my pig hole.
Master then pulled his arm all the way back and out, and like a slow locomotive working its way to full speed, I was being wholly arm fucked from finger tips to bicep.
I was mad and wild fully tweaking on the arm invading my insides.
Lastly, Master James ended this round with another round of a long lasting double punching that left my hole gaping and noisy!
I collapsed to my stomach, my whole wrecked over several hours.
I knew I’d overdone it and decided to call it a knockout punch.
Master James pulled me back to cuddle me while we both laid there, silent, letting the chemical high, the endorphins, the adrenaline do its thing. No words needed to be spoken.
Eventually, I felt Master James’s chest calm and heard him fall asleep. I closed my eyes, his heartbeat hypnotizing me into a trance, calming me so I could also join him in a deep slumber.
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