1. Addicted to Fist


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 60, Source: xHamster

    You got that, asswipe?&#034 The pricking was starting to feel okay in my d**gged, turned on state. &#034Ummmmmm, sir. Starting to feel good, sir. Do it all over my body, sir!&#034 &#034You sure, pig boy?&#034 he asked. &#034Yeah sir it's like turning me on again, sir. Those pins just pushing in me. Give me some more, sir.&#034 It took the tattoo artist another half hour to finish my ass. And Jim kept feeding me poppers to keep the pain at a minimum. Then I felt the swabbing of my right bicep. As big as my arm muscle was/is, I felt powerless to fight what was being done to me. Shit, I didn't want to fight it. At that moment, I wanted to be marked as a fucking pig slave for the rest of my life. I winced as the needle began its work on my right arm. Jim was always nearby with the poppers under my nose, keeping me high and horny as the needle bore into my skin. Finally, it was over and Jim led me to the mirror where he told me to get ready for a huge surprise. I looked at my right arm and saw a muscle man who looked amazingly like me in full leather gear, with a leather band on his/my right arm and a red hanky inserted in the leather of my hip on the right side. I knew what this meant and I instantly decided I'd never again wear a shirt in a gay bar. I wanted my tattoo exposed as a clear signal of what I wanted and needed. But that wasn't the extent of my new markings. Jim turned me around so that my right ass cheek was showing and there in full color was an incredibly muscular ...
    fist and arm flexing its bicep. On the bicep was a tattoo of another fist, arm, and bicep. It was Jim's arm and his tattoo was now permanently duplicated on my ass. Shit! And directly below the arm, in letters that would be visible in any locker room, were the words, &#034Slave to Fist.&#034 I was instantly frightened yet turned on. I'd given permission to these tattoos, but I was high as a kite and not rational. I decided not to think about it for now, realizing that what was done was done. But I couldn't take my eyes off of my hot new look. Buzzed and tattooed. Suddenly I wanted to be pierced also, but I didn't say anything. Maybe next time. Jim wrapped his arm around me and told me it was time to rest. He handed me a pill and told me to swallow. We ended up in a private room with the door left wide open. Jim laid down on his back on the bed, his arm raised straight up, his elbow resting on the towel- covered sheet. &#034Sit on it, pig,&#034 he ordered. &#034Make your new ass tattoo come to life.&#034 I was so hot, I didn't think twice. I only wanted his powerful fist and arm inside me once again. I grabbed a glob of Crisco from the open can on the night stand and lubed his hand and arm generously. I then crawled on top of him and positioned my ass just above his outreached hand. I took a long, deep hit of poppers and began lowering my ass. He was ready. I was ready. In only seconds, I'd managed to sit down on top of his entire hand, past the wrist, all the way to the middle ...
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