Developing Rosebud

On this first day of No Nut November, I was already on the hunt for some action. I trolled the usual sites where I’d been pretty successful meeting those into the fisting scene and soon enough I engaged in a text exchange with someone new. Once I obtained approval from Jace, with a promise not to cum, I proceeded and invited my new playmate to come over.

John was 59 years of age, thick head of jet black hair, light brown eyes, a burly beard to match his burly build and chest. He stood at 6’3”, 210, 7.5 uncut cock. Although a large build, he described his hands as small/medium. He had recently been away for work and said he was very interested in punching out a new hole. 

Our text exchange transitioned to an actual conversation. Before meeting someone in person, especially someone I’m inviting to my home for a few hours, I like to get a sense of who they are, I think you can tell a lot about a person by their voice. During our conversation, John was very interested to learn more about my fisting experiences and wanted to know about my “cunt”, specifically asking if it’s lips were swollen and puffy, how well does my cunt gape and how quickly, did I have a big rosebud, etc.

I answered his questions honestly. I told him that once I began to open my hole with some toys, my cunt lips tend to get a little puffy. I told him that when I’m under the influence of some strong gummies and fresh poppers, my cunt does gape pretty wide although there was always room for improvement. I told him that a prolapsed rosebud is not something I have now, but when I push out he’d see that it was a work in progress. When he asked about my abilities to take punches, I assured him the harder he punched me, he’d see me turn into the true pig I am, and I’d be yelling at him to punch it harder.

With all that out of the way, I popped a couple of potent gummies into my mouth and began to do a complete and thorough clean out. Once I was completely douched to my satisfaction, I prepped my bed for some hot fisting play. I had some tubs of fisting cream, some towels and pads, some of my biggest toys, poppers (brown bottles and Maximum Impact), along with my new gas mask. 

I put on my red Gym jock to cover my caged dick, my leather harness, and red Nasty Pig knee-high tube socks. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought I looked very slutty. 

The gummies were kicking in and I felt my body becoming lighter and my mind began drifting away. Most importantly, my hole began twitching. Seriously, I began to lightly moan, laying in my bed, fingering my own hole opening up to my touch. I liberally coated one of my favorite butt plugs, one that typically I would use after playing for quite awhile, but with those gummies taking full effect, I was ready for something thicker.

I hadn’t even huffed on the brown bottle yet and already I was fucking myself hard with that buttplug. I loved the way my cunt lips flapped around it and how wide my hole stretched around the widest part of the base.  I was now groaning with no one present to hear it.   

The next “wave” of gummies hit me hard. I felt like I was floating away, and my hole opened even more. I couldn’t even feel that buttplug inside me any longer. I desperately reached for the fist dildo. Although smaller than an actual fist. It does a nice job of really stretching out my cunt and also its firmness feels incredible when I punch myself with it. I finally gave in and opened the BlueBoy and took a very deep hit in each nostril. I felt that incredible rush pour through my body and I spread my legs wide open, bending my legs back slightly, with that fist lubed just right I placed the plastic fist right against my sphincter and I pushed it inside me. No hesitation, not gradual, a full-on hard shove that pushed the fist through my first ring. Oh, it felt glorious. My cunt was finally getting the attention it needed!

I rode that wave and panted like a heated lioness as I pulverized my own pussy with that fake fist. Then, when I was ready, I yanked it out. My gaping hole was literally quivering as I felt its swollen lips. 

I checked the time, and sure enough, I had received a text from John that he was already on his way. I didn’t even hear my phone chime because I was lost in my own haze.

I continued playing with my pussy, using my fingers to keep it nicely stretched and gaped until John arrived. I heard a rapping of knuckles on my door, and laughed that soon those very same knuckles would be rapping my cunt. I steadied myself to answer the door.

John was wearing jeans, a sweater and black leather jacket over it. He wore black boots and looked like he could have been a Tom of Finland model. When he saw me just wearing a red jockstrap his eyes bulged. He stepped inside and said, “nice to meet you, man. Looks like you’re ready to go, huh?”

”Nice to meet you, too. Yeah, I guess you can say that. I’ve already got a head start.”

I was finding it hard to form sentences because I was really tripping out from those gummies, but I managed to get through our initial greeting just fine. 

“Why don’t we go back to my bedroom. I can show you what I’ve been up to.”

I was feeling very naughty, and didn’t want to waste a second more with pleasantries. 

John followed me to my bedroom and sat on a chair I had next to the bed.

”So let’s see that cunt. Looks like you were using that fist dildo, show me how you fuck yourself with it, faggot. You like it when I call you faggot, don’t you?”

”Yes Sir. I’m a fucking faggot. I’ll show you.”

I placed a little more lube on the fist, laid on my back, lifted my legs up, spread my legs, hit the poppers, and punched that fist right back inside me.  As I was not holding back going full on, John was encouraging me.

”Oh man, look at that. Look at you fagging out on that fist. What a fucking pig you are! You like being a pig? You like punching your cunt out? Wait til I fucking punch it, pig boy!”

John took the fist dildo out of my hand and put it in his at he came over to my bed and sat in the side. I took another hit of poppers, propped a pillow under my head and clasped my arms behind me. I opened my legs wider and let him pulverize my cunt as hard as he could. He wasn’t even there 5 minutes and already I was on cloud nine!

John left the fist implanted deep up my ass when he stopped to pull his shirt off. Then he greased up his left hand with the fisting cream. His left hand pulled the fake fist out of my hole and it was quickly replaced with the real thing.

”Ohhhh fuck, yeah! Oh fuuuckkk!”, I cried out. My mind was spinning now, his clasped fingers felt wonderful. 

“Put your mask on, faggot. Let’s get this cunt open!”

I placed the mask over my head and felt the fumes work their way through my mouth and nose and into my lungs, I felt higher than a kite, and I was fucking ready. I spread my legs wide, raised my hips and nodded that I was ready. 

John pushed his lubed fist right back inside me, this time there was little to no resistance, and he began a slow movement of his forearm up and back, like a slow freight train engine, working up to a faster speed, so gradually, and when I pulled that mask off, I was insanely out of my mind, “punch my cunt! Wreck that fucking cunt!” I commanded him to hurt it, I dared him to prove to me he was a man, said he punched me like a pussy, and to do it like he meant it. Things I would never normally say, I was saying until I could t speak any longer and high pitch noises were escaping my lips. It was complete ecstasy as he gut punched my insides half way to his elbow.

We both needed to catch our breath after that wild punch out. 

“Push out that cunt, faggot! Push it out!”

I pushed down and out like I was taking a shit and I felt my hole open. Then with his right fist he punched it like a prize fighter. 

“Again, show me that pussy, faggot!”

we went through this at least 40 times, he used alternating fists to punch inside me every time I’d push out. I could feel the rosebud growing larger with every single punch. After 20 of so punches, I began to uncontrollably piss in my jockstrap, soaking it to a deeper shade of red. Some piss seeped through and covered my abdomen and leaked down my sides onto the pads and towels. 

“That cunt needs more, faggot. Get your spray let’s see what you got!”

I sprayed a generous amount of Maximum Impact into a white cloth and placed it next to my nose and then I bit down on the wet spot so I was also breathing it in. In seconds I felt my heart race and I spaced out. My head thrashing side to side on my pillow, John began to use one fist and then the other, treating me to a punching bag-like punch out and then he placed his left hand right on top of his right hand. His right hand was already inside me and his left was in down to his knuckles. The Max Impact buzz had fully subsided.

”Mask on, faggot! Hurry up! You’re gonna take both fists, I know you want this!”

I didn’t hesitate, he was right. I wanted to feel that stretch, the fullness, of two hands gaping my hole out like a fucking dirty pig!

About 15 seconds after placing the mask on my face, I felt my hole relax and thats when John easily pushed his left hand deeper until both were wrist deep. I was nodding my head up and down, the gas mask still on, I used my hands to pull my legs apart even more and displayed my cunt. John began to grunt himself as he used his body weight to force both his flat hands inside me.

When I pulled the mask off I once again began to challenge John, “punch my worthless pig hole! Annihilate my faggot cunt! Give me your fists, you fucking homo!” I had the audacity to call him names while calling myself even more degrading names. I even reached down with my right hand and placed it over his left hand and pressed his flat hand into a fist. Now he had his right hand still inside wrist deep, but his left was punching the daylights out of me. With every downstroke I yelped and saw stars, pissing even more violently.

After the poppers had completely evaporated from my body, John took a break and said I was a “wild whore”. Then he pulled his belt off and stepped out of his jeans. I could see his hard cock tenting his black boxer briefs.  

“Get over here and suck my cock, slut!”

I somehow pulled myself together so I could  work out the brainpower to move, and I was now on my knees right at his crotch. 

“Go on, it’s not gonna suck itself, faggot!”

I pulled his underwear down to his ankles and there stood a fairly thick 7.5 inch meaty cock, a little wet spot at the tip. A wild bush of dark pubes, shaven balls the size of plums. This was a bull-cock, much like Jace’s, but in White. I opened my mouth wide and he pushed his dick down my throat. When I’m all full of gummies my gag reflex disappears. I was taking him down all the way, my flattened tongue was against his balls. He began to skull fuck me, slowly at first, but like his fisting technique, gaining speed, drool splashing down the sides of my face and down my chin, soaking my beard. He grabbed the back of my head and buried his bone deep.

When he pulled out there were strands and stings of clear throat goo. 

“Get on your hands and knees, faggot. Put your mask on.”

Now with the mask on, John put his hard cock in my ass. Next, he punched me with his fist. He was fucking me like a wild animal now, using his cock and fist simultaneously. When I took the mask off, he pulled his dick out completely and began to double fist me, each fist side to side and he’d pull them out quickly. 

“Gonna get this rosebud going now fucking piggy!”

I don’t know why but I began to snort as he called me piggy and the punches flew harder and harder now down to the wrist. One forearm over the other. I was feeling completely destroyed now and knew I wouldn’t be shitting normally again for at least a week! My insides were being rearranged, all in the effort to further my rosebud development.

”show me, show me that cunt, boy. Push out!” 

And we started the punching game all over again as I poppered up and let him tenderize my cunt as hard as he could!

I was once again pissing uncontrollably all over the towels and when I could not take another punch, I fell onto my stomach and right into the warm puddle of my own piss. John wasn’t done, while on my stomach now, the punches flew wildly, as he continued to degrade, dehumanize, and humiliate me. I was worried about cumming, I had to make sure I honored my promise to Jace. I was teetering on the edge.

Luckily, John stopped before I shot my nut. I was so relieved. But John wanted to cum, so I wasn’t completely out of the woods. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, my face now right in the center of my piss puddle, I could smell it opening my sinuses, and John shoved his hard dick inside me, placing his hand on the back of my head to make sure I was eating my piss!

when he shot his nut he grunted and collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes, he pried himself off and said fisting me was a workout even better than going to the gym. He said he was down to fist me anytime and wanted to see how my rosebud keeps developing until I prolapse. He also said next time he was gonna bring his pump so he can use it on my hole. 

I let John use my shower and he left. I was too stoned and tired to take a shower so I fell asleep.