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fit. My fist and your ass. Like a glove,” Den said. He moved
his fist back and forth, in and out. “I’m taking your ass, man.
I like the feel of your hot butt around my fist. I want to slide
in further.”
Hands from the dark reached in and clamped the moun-
tainman’s tits. He moaned, accepted, refocused, and fell
deeper into the scene. The chains to the clamps on his tits
stretched out to the darkness, pulling him, adding a rocking
motion to the sling. His ass started to tighten and loosen
around Denny’s fist.
“More?” Denny commanded. He shook his fist inside
the hot butt. “More? Come on, man. Ask me for more. Show
these fuckers what your ass is made for. Come on. Let me
hear it. More...More...More.” Denny intoned the hypnotic
chant. Dark hands offered more popper. The chains pulled
steady pressure on his big blond nipples. “More.” Denny
started the deep moves into the second chamber. Deeper.
Opening the curve. “More.” Straightening the deep guts out
for a smooth ride all the way to the elbow. “You got it, man,”
Den said.
The mountainman pushed like a wrestler pinned down
center ring on filthy white canvas. He wanted all of Denny
inside him. “Give it to me. Shove it in me.’’
Denny pulled back. Teasing, easing, pleasing with his
moves. He was in halfway up his arm. “Feed him some more
popper. I’m taking him on home,” Denny said. The man’s
back arched in the gently swinging sling as Den rode on in
up to his elbow. “Easy. Easy.” Denny took the man’s hard
cock in his left hand. He worked it slowly up and down while
he worked the internal rhythms of his arm deep inside the
man’s guts.
“Shit!” a voice whispered in the darkness, “you can see
his fucking fist poking up through his belly!”
Denny felt a surge of intimacy with the man impaled on
his arm. “You’re going to cum with me up your ass,” he said.

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