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He carefully cleaned, dried and oiled our leathers, and I admired the way he looked after them, as he stood there naked and proud. Finishing, he pulled the chaps back on again, smoothing them over his legs and fastening them into position. With the gleaming leather gripped tightly around his muscled legs, and the bands of leather on his arms, he truly looked a formidable sight, and one guaranteed to make me horny and desiring again. He replaced my harness, cuffs and cockring, smiling at me as he did. Properly re-attired, he sat on the verandah, as I knelt at his feet, resting against the leather of his legs and feeling the texture against my skin, combining with the comforting binding of my harness. We rested together as I waited and he sipped a beer and rolled and smoked a couple of cigarettes while the light faded and the rain slowly increased. Flashes in the distance suggested it was going to develop into an electrical storm later, but for now the steady drumming of the rain on the ground was comforting and relaxing. As darkness descended he got up and went inside to prepare a light easy meal. I followed him closely, staying at his feet as much as I could, occasionally licking at his legs and smiling at him to get a sign of approval, a grin or a scratch or a nod. He ate at the table, hand feeding me pieces of food from his plate, or dropping chunks of meat to the floor for me to eagerly bite up and swallow. After the meal, he looked long and hard at me again, and I responded with a whine and moving to rub against him. As he sat, legs spread, I nudged between his thighs, feeling the leather of his chaps against my arms, and feeling bold, I leaned forward and licked at his thick but flaccid manhood resting against his thigh. He chuckled at that, and his cock twitched slightly. “Randy fuckin’ dog!” he stated, smiling as he did. “Must be contagious. I feel that dungeon beckoning again. What do you think, dog boy?” I whimpered, nodding, my cock springing to instant attention as his prong slowly thickened and lengthened with growing anticipation. Laughing at me, and at himself, he hissed with a wicked grin, “We’ll have to make a run for it through the rain. Come on fucker, let’s go!” He dashed out into the downpour and I followed at his heels, as we raced around the side of the house and down into the cellar. Once inside, he found some matches, and lit candles around the room. An eerie yellow glow filled the dungeon as I sat patiently waiting for my master to command me. He looked around, finding me there, and grinned again, pleasure in his face as his distended meat twitched at his groin, a drop of precum slowly falling to the floor. “Here, boy!” he ordered, and I jumped up. Feeling that this was the place I could speak, I answered promptly, “Yes, Sir.” He pulled me toward the sling, laying me back into its platform of leather and lifting my feet into the stirrups as he fastened my hands to the supporting chains, immobilizing me again. He leered down at me, his eyes full of lust, and I matched his look, silently urging him to take me and use me. The afternoon relaxation had worked wonders on him, his passion rising quickly and his need urgent again as he came at me. Slapping a handful of lubricating cream over his cockhead, he steadied himself and plunged his weapon into my hole. I called out with the shock, pushing back at him as his Prince Albert scraped across my tender muscles, shivers rippling my nerves with the delight of him. “Fuck yeah,” I called out at him. “Ram that fucking monster into me, Sir.” And he did, again and again, harder and deeper with each rough powerful shove as he used his full strength to pound himself into my wet accommodating bowel. I hunched and bucked under him, pulling at the chains as he fucked his meaty sword into me, taking control of my arse, and my body. He whipped me into a frenzy of rutting need, built me up to the edge, and pulled himself from my suctioning hole in an instant, leaving me gasping and begging for more. Ignoring my pleas, he retrieved a large black dildo, and grabbing it by the base, shoved it with force into my yielding body, pulling it out and shoving in again. Twisting and bending it, he ravaged my anus, stretched and pulled at the muscles of my sphincter, forcing me apart and opening me to each new assault. My nerves were raw and alive as his concentration centred on the abuse of my puckering bud, and he thrust and pulled, twisted and bent at the toy within me, manipulating my body to take the invading artificial prong. I writhed and shuddered, my body quivering with delight at this new assault and I hissed obscene dares at him, begging him to take me over and own me. As my cock swelled and my nuts rolled I ached for release, my need building again. And again he cut me short, reefing the dildo from me and casting it aside as I gasped and sobbed, emptied and unsatisfied. His palm landed on my exposed butt cheek as the slap silenced me for a moment, my skin tingling and my hole flexed. Without waiting, he turned away, and this time he pushed the head of a butt plug against me. I pushed back as he jiggled it into me, pushing and resting, pushing again as the flange of the toy widened and stretched me, opening my sphincter and forcing my ring of muscle apart. With a heaving forceful shove he pressed the plug into me, and my aching searing hole closed around its core with relief as the huge black object filled my gut and massaged my g-spot. Leaving me there, my arse plugged completely, he made his way around the side of the sling and leaned over me, pinching and twisting at my nipples, pulling them hard and eliciting screeches of pain as he tortured my chest, followed by urgent pleas for more when he released me. The pain of his attack invoked the intense pleasure of total sensitivity within my nerves, and he played me like a musical instrument, knowing exactly how to bring me up, and send me into delirious ecstasy. Moving behind my head, he pulled at the sling and drew me back against him, forcing his dripping turgid cock into my face as he did. Still covered in lube and the remnants of my bodily fluids, he shoved himself into my throat, fucking my face and shoving his ringed and crowned pillar of sex into my gullet as I struggled to take and hold it there, to massage and nibble at it, to suck and taste him. With my head bent back over the edge of the sling, he slammed his huge throbbing cock deep into my throat, pounded my neck, and pulled back again. As I gasped for breath, he turned around and sank his hot hairy arsehole over my face. Eagerly, I licked and sucked at the musky crevice, forced my tongue between his mounds of firm flesh and sought out his twitching hole, rimming him with all my skill and tasting his very manliness as I probed his body with my tongue. Letting out a satisfied grunt, he stood again and turned back to face me, his hand jerking hard at his raging log, and a stream of searing hot cum splashed across my face and lips. I licked and swallowed what I could as he continued to shoot his creamy jizz over me, coating my chest with his essence. Spent but still hard he moved back to my arse, gripping the base of the plug and twisting it, pulling and jerking it within me as I writhed with pleasure and ached for the joy of orgasm. As he worked my arse with the plug, he looked along my body, taking in the leathery harness and the writhing need in me. Hissing and excited, he whispered, “Damn, I wish I had some amyl. Really open you up, boy!” As he did, his eyes squinted in desire and he held his hand up before me, making a fist and ramming it into the air. I looked and understood, thought for a second and ached with anticipated arousal at the possibility. “Do it!” I hissed back. “This useless fuckin’ slave is only here to give you pleasure, Sir. Amyl would be good, but ignore its screams and fist it, Master!” His eyes lit up and his prick jumped and danced at the words I threw at him. “Think you can take it, fuckboy?” he shouted back. “I’ll make you regret that offer, you worthless little shit.” “Make me yell, Sir. Stretch my hole and do it hard, give me the ultimate filling Master, and own me, NOW!” I shouted the last words at him, loud and urgent, my body trembling with the thought of what I was doing, and what was to come. He sneered evilly at me, his cock standing to attention and leaking again at the thought of my offer, even though he had just finished shooting his wad over my heated writhing body. Standing behind me as he was, he looked intently at me, saw the need in me, and made his decision. He would try it without the help of the drug, would attempt the ultimate in joining. Both of us fairly throbbed with anticipation and excitement at the prospect, uncertainty and expected pain only heightening the building need. He gripped again at the plug still buried within me, and rotated it fully within my gut. Pulling it slowly and waving it from side to side, he slowly began to remove it. My sphincter resisted, then relaxed, as the wide solid flange pushed me apart, slowly opened me. As the toy reached its widest point, my arse screamed with pain as I huffed and gasped with the agony of being split. He stopped, holding it there, not letting it exit me, nor slide back in. I screamed out as the pain clawed at my anus, pulled hard against the chains securing my arms, and he slapped my gut with his free hand. The sting of the blow shot through me, and my natural reflex of clenching my arse served to rocket bolts of pain through me as my tortured muscle tried in vain to close around the unyielding toy. As my sphincter gave up its useless attempt and my ring of muscle surrendered, I gasped deep breaths of air. The pain subsided slowly and my stretched ring accustomed itself to the unnatural forced opening. “Hot stuff, boy,” he whispered soothingly to me. “You’re one hell of a hot little number. Just relax and let yourself go. You can do this, shithead!” I took heart from his words, and my determination returned. I could do this, would do this, for him and for me. For what seemed like an eternity, he held the plug in position, keeping my stretched rectum open wide as he moved the black toy gently from side to side, sending chills of painful pleasure rocketing through my nerves and into my system. My body twitched with the sensations as he held me open and made my muscle relax and accept. I could hear the rain outside, coming down in torrents now, making its dull thud heard even here underground as wispy shadows and fingers of smoke twirled around in this dungeon, remote and hidden. Hissing encouragement to me, he slowly began to remove it from my arse, not letting me force it out, but holding against my impulses and gradually easing the black rubber from me. As it finally exited my body, I breathed deep and looked at him, my eyes full of need and desire. He looked back with a face of anticipated excitement, and held his right hand up for me to see. He smeared lubricant in heavy globs all over his fingers and hand, and down onto his wrist, slowly and purposefully. Stretching his fingers out then bunching them up before my widening eyes, he made a slow, leering gesture, his fist punching upward, as his eyes locked on mine and glistening with excitement. I matched his look, nodded slowly, and dropped my head back, willing myself to relax, to go completely loose and limp for him. More lubricant was applied to my arse, and my cock twitched in anticipated arousal. The first of his fingers slid easily into me, probing inside and curling back, pulling at my stretched ring. A second finger followed and then a third as he wriggled his digits within my sphincter, letting my body adjust to the increasing girth. Again he bent his fingers and massaged me from within, pulling firmly at the knot of muscle. His fourth finger was introduced, and he began to slide the core they formed in and out between my anus, firm but slow as I accepted the next level of intrusion. So far, the stretching from his hand was less than I had endured with the butt plug, and I took him fairly easily, breathing steadily and pushing back as he pushed in. Deeper he pushed his bunched fingers into me, and I relaxed myself and pushed back at him, forcing my sphincter open to accept him. As he pressed forward, then stopped, then pressed again, the ache in my hole grew and I made myself concentrate on the sensations as I was opened, ignoring the accompanying pain, and reminding myself of what was happening. The thought of being fisted by the huge bear of a man whom I had served for two days was incredibly arousing, and helped me overlook the increasing discomfort. His hand pushed on and in, until my tender ring of muscle was past the second knuckle, the point of his thumb hidden behind the group of digits and entering my body. He slid his hand in and out slowly, gently, letting the movement and the narrowing, then widening, of my hole ease the onslaught. I hissed and gasped as he persisted, my wrists pulling with all my strength at the chains restraining me as I fought against the urge to scream out. “Easy, boy, easy,” he whispered to me, calming my nerves and lending me encouragement. Further he delved, and my body ached with the stretching and involuntary attempts to expel him as the wide joints where his four fingers connected to his palm made their way past my defenses. “Almost there, you horny little fucker!” he hissed at me. “Looking so good, feeling mighty tight and hot, boy,” he said approvingly. His words meant more to me than ever as I struggled to take his urging solid hand. The pain grew again as my hole was stretched and tortured. I swore it was going beyond my limits as I fought against the agony. I hissed and sweated at the aching in my rear, screamed into the darkened room, “AARRGGHH,” as I fought against the urge to make him stop. He slowed at the bellow, which was torn from my throat, did not pull back, but did not press any further. “I won’t go on if you can’t take it boy,” he said quietly and seriously. “If you’ve reached your limit say so, but we’re so fucking close! Scream and yell all you want, it might make it easier, but if you really want me to stop, use a ‘safe word’. I know: ‘boring’. Just say ‘boring’ at any time, and I’ll know you can’t go on, and I’ll stop, okay?” I nodded, hissed a “yes” between clenched teeth as my entire body ached and tingled, electricity running through me and my nerves on fire with the pain and the excitement. “Talk to me,” I gasped at him. “Tell me where you’re up to.” And he did. As I winced and groaned, huffed and yelled out to ease the pressure within me and release the building agony, his words came fast and low, guttural but descriptive, and they hammered into my brain. “You’re close, boy, fucking close! My knuckles are in, that soft squelching muscle of your butt stretched right out around me. Looks so damned hot, yeah. Pushing, pushing, thumb knuckle hitting the edge now, slipping into that hot wet hole of yours, boy. Come on fucker, you can do it, you can take it all. Easy, easy, let go, let it in. Worst part coming up, son, width of my hand, can’t scrunch it closed any more, gonna stretch that horny little fuckin arse right out. Feel it, boy? Feel the solid bone of my fist? Yeah, that’s it kid, take it! Scream out and push back, tear that pussy hole wide apart for my arm, you shithead.” The sound of his voice was low, menacing, and erotic. I felt myself aroused at his tone, even through the veil of pain clouding my mind. His words tore at me, excited me, and I could picture his hand disappearing into my body as I felt the pressure at my rear. I ached and strained, the pain searing and strong, but with it was the tingle of pleasure, the whispering delight of heightened sensitivity and incredible passion that came with the agony. He slowly, almost imperceptibly, continued, his voice falling to a whispered hiss as he trembled with the excitement coursing through his own body, and the erotic sight as we came so near to that ultimate connection. “Just about there, boy. So close. Only millimetres to go. Hold on, son. Push back at me you little fuck, and let it in. Getting there … getting there … that’s it! That’s the widest, boy, you’ve done it, you horny little pussy.” His throat constricted and his whisper became a hoarse mutter as the agony within me peaked. I sweated and huffed, swore I could take no more. My body was on fire. I opened my mouth to say the word, feeling it form on my lips. “b … bor … “ I clenched my teeth. “BOR … uunnhhhh. Ohhhh, fucking hell!” His hand was in me! As the width of his bone had passed through my screaming sphincter, the muscle had given up, and then begun to close around him as his hand narrowed again toward the wrist. My eyes flew open, and he let out a string of obscenities, his face a study in excited arousal. With more speed now, he let my body draw the rest of his hand into my rectum, until my ring gripped at his wrist. The pain, so intense only seconds ago, ebbed away to be replaced by an intensity of sensation unknowable in any other circumstance. I grinned, my face beamed, and I gasped for breath, but now from delight rather than discomfort. My nerves were alive, jangling and screaming their message of tingling arousal to my brain. My cock, which had shrunk to flaccidity with the pain of his insertion, jumped and swelled as my entire body glowed and warmed to the realisation – he was there! His hand was inside my body! “Holy Fucking Hell!” I screamed out, beaming at him. “Oh, yeah!” he breathed out, a long whispering breath as he allowed my arse to adjust and accustom itself to his being within me. He stared down at my hole, his arm extending from the stretched muscle, then up at me. “Fucking oath, boy, un-fucking-believable. That is so fucking hot!” My head swam; my body trembled with the enormity of what was happening as I felt his arm sinking into me. Darkness around us, shaken by the flickering candles, was the perfect setting for my flaming, aching desire, as I became an extension of his body. Suddenly all of my senses were alive, everything so clear and acute. I could smell the perspiration on his body, could see the pinpricks of light from the flames. I could feel the trembling of him, his excitement intense, his arousal complete as his huge cock twitched and leaked. I could hear the dull thudding of the pouring rain outside our dungeon as I lay there, willing myself to relax, to enjoy, to let the sensational power of him roll over me and own me. Suddenly there was a flashing burst of light, so bright the shards of it penetrated our cellar, followed immediately by a deafening crack of lightning. I grinned and ached with aroused, intense excitement. Even the elements were combining to herald his taking possession of my body. He stared at me, a knowing glint lighting his eyes. Trembling with barely controlled passion, he pushed his hand further into me, eliciting gasps and moans as I writhed around the thick, uncomfortable but arousing trunk of his wrist buried in my gut. I could feel the movement, could hear the squelching sounds of my own body as he slowly flexed his fingers, closing them gradually into a fist, balling his hand into a solid, filling lump of bone and flesh inside my anal cavity. “Fucking hell, boy,” he whispered, guttural and breathy. “Holy fucking hell. I got your hot wet arse wrapped around my arm, you horny little fuckin’ dog!” He shook as he spoke, the eroticism of our joining pounding through him. With an evil grin and a trembling look, he gently pushed his closed fist deeper into my moist gut, then pulled back again, just as slowly before pushing again and steadying himself. I ached with the movement, electric jolts thudding through me as the storm outside crashed and broke above us, rumbling thunder shaking the very rock the cellar was cut into as our bodies shook in unison. My heart pounded in my chest, thumping and pumping blood throughout my wracked and tingling body as I surrendered completely, totally, unreservedly to him. He held absolute power over me and he knew it as his fist slid back and forward, slow but solid, deep within my bowel. I belonged to him, and in giving my entire being to him, I took possession of him, and owned him myself. The realisation crashed into my mind as I shook again with impassioned pleasure, rocked to the core by my satisfied desires. As he punched his way into me, and pulled back again, sweat poured from him. Desire gripped him and passion overwhelmed him. We were joined, connected as no other beings can be, lost in the flooding sea of overwhelming arousal and erotic surrender. His free hand fell to his swollen purple cock, twitching and dripping with the power of his insertion into me. Slowly, sensuously, he wrapped his hand around his meat and began to slide his palm up and down his own shaft. He shook as he did, and after only a matter of minutes, he hit his peak, creamy ejaculate shooting from his engorged penis onto my body, onto the sling in which I lay, and across the floor. His orgasm crashed into him, and shook him as he came and came again and again. I had never seen anyone go on for as long as he did, lost to the overpowering heights of mind blowing passion. When he finally slowed, out of breath and shuddering, he looked to me with an unblinking stare of delight. Using the same hand, still soaked in his own juice, he gripped and stroked at my rigid aching cock, jacking at me slowly but firmly as I shook and screamed again with passionate abandon. When my climax hit, I thought I would burst. Clutching at his arm, pulling against the cuffs on my wrists, I exploded. My mind told me my body was erupting as I lost all sense of reality and my cock spewed litres of cum over myself and my owner, there in the dark dungeon as the thunder rolled on. Limp and sated, I slowly regained my senses as the longest most intense orgasm of my life died away. Still my body tingled, still my arse ached as he grinned and played, his fingers opening within me again. I moaned with the lingering pleasure as he smiled approvingly at me. “Ready, boy?” he asked quietly, and I nodded. Slowly, gently he pulled his arm back, drawing his hand from my gut. Once again my sphincter stretched until I swore it would split apart, yet somehow it was easier this time. Perhaps I was more relaxed, and more open, maybe just totally exhausted, but the pain was not as intense, the stretching less agony than when he had entered. Finally, his long fingers slid from me, and as they did he sat down heavily, exhausted but happy. I stayed there, unmoving in the sling, my arse ravaged and sloppy, my very soul sated. Eventually he found his feet, and unchained my wrists, helping me to rise off the platform of leather. Together we lay down on a padded mat covered in black leather to one side of the dungeon. Both of us were near to complete exhaustion, only the adrenaline still rushing through our system keeping us conscious. As he stretched his body flat, and I moved to curl up at his feet, both of us still leathered in full gear, he whispered to me: “Good boy, dog. Fucking perfect!” I smiled as blissful sleep rolled over me. To be concluded… Comments, complaints or compliments? Contact me at iainlthr@hotmail.com