Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.
He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to the club, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.
He loved going to the club- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right now what he wanted was to have some fun.
He didn’t care who noticed him leaving. He walked right past the manager’s door and waved as he made his way to the elevator. He didn’t feel at ease until he was as far away from the office as he could get. As he drove down the strip he took off his tie and shirt. The silver ring in his harness shone with the sunlight. He pulled on the leather strap and let it snap against his pecs. He loved the sound it made when it hit his broad hairy chest. The closer he got to the outskirts of town the more his cock hardened.
Once he was far enough away from town he pulled into the nearest gas station to change out of the rest of his yuppie uniform. When he emerged out of the public restroom he was in full leather attire. His leather chaps were tight and his cock ring snug around his very large and hairy balls. Over his cock he wore a leather thong mini-brief, something he rarely did. Usually he just wore the chaps and the cock ring but this time he decided it might be fun to be a bit of a tease.
On the way back to the car he turned a few heads, but he didn’t think twice about it. He was too far away from town to run into anyone he knew. He got back into his car and sped the rest of the way. When he got to the familiar curvy dirt road he parked on the outskirts. He didn’t want anyone to see him drive up in a Volvo, so he would just walk the rest of the way.
When he got to the club, the place looked deserted. To anyone who didn’t know exactly what this place was, that’s exactly what they would have thought. He walked up to the old wooden door and entered. There was a long hallway that spanned the entire length of the shack and at the very end sat a man on a stool.
“Eric! How’s my favorite customer?” the short bald man asked him.
“Fine, Earl. How’s the action tonight?” he asked.
“It’s a little slow now but it’s still early. Usually you get here much later.”
“Yeah, I know. I just had to get away.” Eric replied.
The man handed Earl a twenty and lifted the floor opening. Eric waved him good-bye as he descended the stairs to the club. That club was one of the largest underground gay leather clubs in the US. It was also the best-kept secret. Eric made his way down the dark stairwell; it was several steps before he saw a trace of light.
When he entered the club it was like another world. There was one main bar, which was aglow with bright blue lights. It gave a bluish tint to the dark club. Aside from the bar there was several cave like rooms that spawned from the bar where the extra curricular activities occurred. Eric walked up to the bar. The bartender recognized him as a long time patron and greeted him with a smile and his usual drink.
From the bar Eric scanned the room. The crowd wasn’t as big as he had hoped but the night was young. Eric downed his drink and decided to take a lap around the club to see what kind of fun he could get into. As he made the rounds he stopped and talked to a few people he recognized. He stopped in front of one of the private areas and started talking to his buddy Rich. Eric had introduced Rich to this place and had initiated him by pissing on his mouth in one of the private rooms.
They talked for a while until the sound of screams stopped them both. “What the hell was that?” Eric asked. “It sounds like someone is being torn apart.”
“Nah, more like taking a one way trip to heaven.” Rich said. Eric looked at him confused. He had no idea what he was talking about. “He’s getting fisted man, and it’s his first time. You never forget your first time. Especially if your first time is with Master X.”
Eric felt his cock move at the mention of fisting. He had always been tempted to try it but had never actually gone through with it, even though physically he knew he was ready. He had even practiced at home, taking in a dildo that was a little more than three inches in width. The more the man screamed the harder Eric got; maybe this was his chance to take his first fist.
Casually Eric excused himself and peaked behind the entrance to the private room. What he saw got him completely hard. Strapped to a metal sling was a man with his legs spread wide open. His cock laid limp from having shot a load. His chest was covered in cum, definitely more than one orgasms worth. He didn’t mean to stare so intently but he was drawn to the scene. He didn’t realize he had entered the room until he was standing inches away from the sling, as the man withdrew his fist from the bottom’s ass Eric almost lost his load. At that moment more than anything he wanted to get fisted. He knew it was time.
The man in the sling looked unconscious but had a huge grin on his face. The man with the gloved hand looked at Eric. His expression was stern and almost angry. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
Eric swallowed hard before he answered. “I’m Eric, sir, and I want your fist inside my virgin hole.”
Master X sneered at him and pulled off his glove. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eric nodded. “Alright then, wait for me outside. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”
He did as Master X said and patiently waited for him outside the curtain. It was almost an hour before someone came out. It was the man from the sling. He limped a little but he was still grinning. Eric avoided his eyes as he awaited his turn. He didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with Master X and Eric didn’t want to step on any boundaries. He knew how these master/slave relationships could be. Patiently he waited for another half hour, until finally Master X appeared.
“You still want to do this?” he asked. Eric nodded. “Alright but once you’re up there’s no stopping. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Master X motioned for Eric to follow him. To Eric the room felt like it had grown to twice its length. At the very end of the room was the sling. Master X motioned for Eric to get on it. For a second Eric thought about reconsidering. This was a big step, but before he could chicken out he stripped off his chaps and briefs and got on the sling with his legs spread as far apart as he could. Eric’s cock was so hard just from the feel of the leather sling on his skin.
“Ok, now, first I want to work your hole a little,” Master X said. Eric saw him reach inside his bag and pull out a fat long dildo. It was slightly bigger than the one he had been practicing with at home. Eric closed his eyes and waited until the cool plastic dong rubbed against his hole. Slowly it made it’s way inside of him. Master X didn’t stop until it was all the way in. Eric tensed at first but soon he relaxed and took in the entire plastic shaft. It felt so good to be stretched out so far but he knew the fist would feel even better.
Master X left the dildo inside of him as he got himself ready. He pulled out a fresh glove from a box of many and lubed his hand up. Eric looked at the container, it was a tub of J-Lube. He had heard of the stuff, it was the same stuff veterinarians used when they had to fist cows. He’d also heard it was the best thing to use. Apparently Crisco was horribly messy and a pain to get out of your ass.
With his ungloved hand he pulled the dildo slowly out of his ass. Eric’s heart started to beat faster and faster. He knew the moment had arrived. When he saw Master X’s hand approach he closed his eyes and started to calmly breathe through his mouth. Master X started very slowly with just one finger. The J-Lube was magical; it helped relax the muscles more than he would have been able to on his own. He didn’t even feel it when he slid in a third and fourth finger. Slowly he started to pump Eric’s ass, each time he would push in he would stretch his fingers slightly apart. The further inside he went the closer Eric got to climax.
“You ready?” he asked as he pulled his fingers all the way out. Eric thought he’d answered yes, although really he couldn’t remember having said a word. The next thing he remembered was feeling his sphincter get pushed past its limits as Master X’s entire fist made its way through. When it was all the way inside Eric screamed out. Like a good top Master X stopped and let it rest. Eric’s body was plugged in to every movement he made. Just the slightest movement was magnified tenfold.
Once Eric had relaxed he started to work his hand inside of his ass. His fingers rubbed on his prostate and within in seconds Eric was screaming out as cum gushed from the head of his cock onto his bare chest. His head was spinning; the feeling was indescribable. Once Eric’s cock stopped shooting, it fell limp against his thigh but only for a moment. After he’d caught his breath Master X’s hand once again started to work on his prostate. Eric braced himself as his cock quickly hardened for a second time and shortly after shot a second just as powerful load.
Never in his life had Eric experienced anything like it. By the fourth time he was begging for him to stop. He had nothing left to give. Eric was even shooting blanks he had cum so much. Master X smiled and obliged. Very slowly and gently he eased his fist out of Eric’s ass. Eric felt every inch of Master X’s hand exit his body. When his hand was finally out of his hole, Eric thought he was going to faint.
“How was that?” he asked. Eric opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. All he could do was grin like an idiot. Master X grabbed a towel and wiped down Eric’s chest and the lube from his ass. Then he pulled off his glove and wrapped it in the towel and handed it to Eric. “A souvenir of your first fist,” he said.
Eric took the towel and thanked him. Master X smiled and left the room. Eric spent the rest of the night getting the feeling back into his ass and counting down the minutes until he could do it all over again.
