My cunt hole is completely destroyed . It all started yesterday when I met Master James and his boy with a friend of mine, Steve, in a motel room. The motel itself catered to gay men as a clothing optional establishment.
The four of us sat by the pool when Steve and I arrived. We talked for about an hour or so to get ourselves relaxed and also so I could get to know Master James’s “PIG”, as he called him. There were about a dozen or so men lounging about around us, more than half of them completely undressed.
I was a bit zoned out already because I’d taken a couple of gummies earlier so that I’d be good to play when the time came.
Master James and Steve decided it was time for us to get started and we filed into their room. There was a queen bed and a sling set up.
Steve and the PIG started making out by the bed and Master James and I stood over by the sling. First we made out and then Master James lifted his arm in the air for me to sniff and clean with my tongue. I could have stayed there for hours if he’d let me, but after a couple of minutes he pushed me down to my knees to give me a mouthful of his pierced cock.
Master James is a black God. He is 55 years old and is full of muscles. He’s won body building and leather competitions in his hey day.
By the time Master James had me mount the sling, Steve was already behind the PIG, who was on his hands and knees, with his wrist up its ass.
“Your turn”, Master James said to me.
Master James relaxed me with his exceptional ass eating skills. I took a couple of hits of fresh poppers, threw my hands up behind me and floated away. Master James inserted some lube into my butt with a couple of fingers and it was starting to feel real nice. More lube and a fourth finger. Master James took his time opening me up, building up to his initial entry.
Another big huff and I spread my legs wider to signal I was ready.
Master James gently pushed his five fingers past my first ring and held it there for a minute.
I turned my head towards the PIG and he grinned at me. He was having a great time as was I. He had a look of bliss on his face, probably I did, too.
Master James pushed a little further inside me, using his fingers to guide him half way up his forearm. With the assistance of more brown bottle fun, Master James pulled his wrist back almost completely out and pushed back inside. He repeated this move several times.
“You want me to punch this pussy out, boy?”
“Yes please!”
“Take a hit”
I took a huge hit and offered some to Master James.
With both of us riding this wave, Master James pulled his wrist out, carefully, and punched back inside. Using just his closed fist now, I was hanging onto the chains of the sling as my hole was punched out with Master James’s fist furiously punching into my pig hole like a boxing bag.
Steve and the PIG were taking a breather. Steve took out his phone and captured some really great pics of me in the sling and Master James with his hand up my butthole.
After that blowout, Master James said he wanted to get some water. Truth be told, we were suffering a little bit from dry mouth from those gummies. I dismounted from the sling and took a spot next to the PIG, on all fours on the bed.
While Master James was hydrating, Steve dipped his free hand in the lube and was fisting us both at the same time, the PIG and I made out while we enjoyed our asses being toyed with. He was an exceptional kisser. With the gummies fully in my system, my sense of touch was heightened. I loved the way the PIG’s goatee scratched against my moustache and my face.
When Master James returned for more action, he stood next to Steve, lubed his hands, and entered my asshole, this time with ease.
I took a huge hit, closed my eyes and floated off with my head resting on my forearm for the next twenty minutes feeling the most exquisite sensations all over my body. I later learned the Steve and Master James were taking turns in our asses, switching out their fists numerous times. That must have been so hot and I wished I was on my back so I could have watched them.
It was time for another hydration break. It was at this point where two things happened. The PIG started to shake and was a bit dizzy. We were all very concerned and stopped our play immediately. At the same time, Steve was rifling through his bag looking for some crystal magic. It was probably a good thing he couldn’t find it.
We waited for a few minutes and although the PIG insisted we keep going, Master James, Steve and I decided to stop. We didn’t feel comfortable continuing with the PIG feeling unwell, and really I was worried about him. Steve and I called for an Uber back to his place.
Later that night when we checked on the PIG, we learned it was the combination of the gummy and the poppers that didn’t agree with him, but he was doing fine. We were so glad to know it wasn’t something more serious.
So Steve and I went back to his place. He checked a drawer to see where that baggie might have been, and sure enough, he found it.
In a way, this was meant to be. It wouldn’t have worked out too well to start partying with the PIG not feeling too well.
So Steve prepared a little booty bump for me. It doesn’t take me much to go from zero to 100 when I’m amped. We let the chemicals dissolve in a little bit of water and while we waited, we laid back in Steve’s bed and watched some fisting porn.
After the first 15 minute video, Steve had me lay flat on my stomach and inserted the medicine dropper. I felt a warm tingle cascade over my body. Steve laid next to me coaxing me to relax while he massaged my back.
Another ten minutes or so, I was fully basted.
Steve pulled me towards the end of his bed, feet up in the bedpost stirrups. I was spread high and wide. I was ready. Steve lubed up his right fist and pushed it gently right past my sphincter.
He let it sit there for a few moments. I was ravenous for more. Even with my legs up high I pushed myself down further on his wrist wanting my cunt to swallow all of Steve’s forearm.
“Just lie back…let me do this. Just take a hit, let me drive.”, Steve said calmly.
After I took that hit, I put my head down on a pillow, eyes closed, hands clasped behind my head and let Steve guide me towards nirvana. Steve was masterful, knowing how to stuff my cunt. Fists, toys, double fists, fists and toys at once. Whatever he threw at me, I took it willingly.
Steve left a huge toy up my ass while he went to drink some Gatorade and gave me some, too. Then we affixed a ball gag in my mouth and strapped it in place. The gag has some nipple clamps attached to it, which Steve excitedly attached with precision. The idea was that every time I moved my head, the clamps would pull and stretch my tits. Next a set of clover clamps. My tiny nipples were double clamped and the pressure was exquisite. My caged cock was leaking like a faucet the entire time. Steve then put a hood over my head. I couldn’t see anything.
“Just relax…get ready for another round.”
It is true when they say when one of our senses are taken away, the others become more alert. My sense of touch was out of this world. With another combination of big toys and his talented mitts, Steve started slowly and built up to a wild crescendo. I was yelling at him to wreck my faggot cunt hole harder and even called him a pussy to entice him to come at me harder.
Well, for the first time since I started playing with Steve nearly four years ago, he did something we hadn’t discussed prior, he used a leather strap on my balls and beat them to a pulp, with a huge toy embedded up my ass along with his fist. Faster and faster, harder and harder he smashed my nuts until my entire body shook and some boy juice dribbled out of my caged nub. With Steve’s many years of fisting experience, he was a master conductor and I was played like a fiddle. I wish there were words to describe how my body transcended into space. Even with the hood over my eyes, my eyes were closed for the ride and there was a movie playing under my eyelids. Bursts of light, many different colors and many different shapes. I focused on them and they lead me to paradise.
After my wild and crazy climax, Steve slowly guided his arm out of my rectum and then the toy. He replaced it with one of my largest butt plugs. I was still floating and drifting in my own personal high.
Steve lifted the hood only from my mouth and kissed me on the lips before setting it back down over my face.
“Are you ok, baby?”, he asked.
That’s what I love about playing with Steve. He is always so careful and caring and I have always felt safe with him.
“Yes”, I managed to find words, “I’m good”
“Good, I want you to just lie back and let yourself float away. Enjoy the endorphin rush. I’m going to get a drink and then I’ll have you help me with a bump. Just take your time. We have all night, no rush.
I don’t even know how long I was there, on my back, my feet were no longer in the stirrups when I came to, but when Steve removed the hood, I opened my eyes in some state of delirium. Steve caressed my chest, coaxing me back to reality. The plug had also been removed from my big sloppy cunt. It was still hungry, of course, but now it was Steve’s turn to get tuned up.
Steve laid on his stomach next to me and this time I did the honors, pushing as far up his butt that I could and then I asked him if he was ready. Once he gave me the green light, I plunged it inside of him. I let it sit for a few seconds and slowly slid it out. While we waited for things to marinate. I brought a chair over to the edge of the bed and set a toy down on it.
When Steve said he was ready, we adjusted the stirrups for his shorter stature and got him good and comfortable. Once he was good to go, I lubed up the toy and sat on it. Even Steve said “don’t let the good buzz go to waste”, so I didn’t.
Now that my hole was filled, it was time to do some hole filling. Unlike me, who likes width, depth, punches…I like it all, Steve is very different in this regard. He is 90% of the time a top, but when we party he likes to flip. I’ll admit I’m not the greatest fisting top since I don’t do it very often, but with Steve, it didn’t really matter. Steve was all about a slow and methodical journey up his hole, nothing too crazy. I coated my forearm and fingers with lots of grease and took three fingers into his rectum. Steve is a guy who likes to control things, even when he’s bottoming. My role was to provide the fist and the forearm. I used my finger to gently guide my way inside him, making sure I kept the pressure as minimal as I could. I slowly turned my fingers and found an opening, and slowly turned my wrist back, gaining more depth. Millimeter by millimeter, my fingers traveled upward. Steve was completely gooned out from hits of his poppers. After he’d huffed, he’d have me release all of the pressure from my hand and he would push downward on my wrist. There be no punching or anything wild, Steve liked it calm, which was completely fine by me with my limited skills. Steve had his hood on and I closed my eyes, leaning on his leg, paying attention to my fingers, paying attention to the feeling inside Steve. I remembered that Steve liked it when I used a vibrating wand on him. It was set aside on a table. I dipped the end in grease, turned it on a medium setting and ever so slowly rolled it around my inserted wrist. That was the first time I heard Steve softly groaning, so I knew I was doing for him what he did for me.
Steve called for a hydration break and we worked together to dislodge my wrist from his insides. It was probably more than an hour and I could clearly see a grease line just at the fattest part of my wrist. Maybe that was the furthest I’d ever traveled inside him.
I brought Steve some of his Gatorade and we rested for a couple of minutes. I did take the plug out of my hole thinking it would be a good idea to rest it I case we decided to do more.
Steve selected a toy for me to use on him along with the vibrator wand. He put the hood back over his head after I liberally greased up the toy. This one was interesting. A tapered end for easy entry, but it widened to several inches and then there was another large ridge until the flared base bottom. This was actually one of my toys that Steve really liked in the past so I had it with me.
When Steve was ready, I placed the flared tip inside him. I watched his hole swallow up that bit and it winked at me for more. Steve took a hit and I very gently pushed the toy upward.
When we approached the spot where the toy widened, Steve took over again.
“Put the vibrator on the toy and some lube on the toy and let me ride it.”
So that’s what I did. I just held the toy in his ass with the slightest of pressure so it wouldn’t fall out, and Steve’s hole traveled further downward.
“Ok, now give it just a slight little push”.
After we’d climbed the spreading part together, it was time for the large ridge to get to the base. For me, piece of cake, for Steve, not so much. My hole opens up like a wide tunnel when I’m strung out. I could easily take two of these toys. I’m not judging Steve, just pointing out how very different we are when we’re not sober. Steve’s hole opens for depth, but only when handled with care. I want carnage, he likes a soft touch.
I lubed it up generously. Then I set the vibrator on high, softly leaning it on the base. Steve was going crazy. He took another few hits, and to my amazement he asked me to give it just a gentle push. He was spread the widest I’d ever seen and he was out of his mind.
I dipped the vibrator back into the vat of crisco and this time I decided to push the head next to the toy. Ever so slowly I massaged Steve’s butt with it. His hole opened just slightly for me and I found an entry point I was hoping to find, I didn’t want to rush it. I don’t even think Steve realized what I was doing (later on I’d learn he didn’t realize I put the wand inside him).
I wish I could have seen his face, he was cooing for sure. He was groaning a little louder now, which was great to hear.
Another couple more hits, Steve demanded that I push it all the way in, gently. He sometimes surprises me.
“On three”, I said.
“One”
Pause
“Two”, I whispered and paused.”
“Three”
I gave the gentlest of pushes to the base of the toy and Steve pushed outward at the same time and his manhole had the entire toy inside it. I really didn’t think he’d do it, last time we played he almost got there, but not quite. I slowly pried the wand out of his butthole and circled it all around the inserted toy very very slowly.
I was the one who called for a break now because my arms were getting tired. We’d been going at it for several hours now.
I let Steve sit with the toy up his ass for a while as he let me earlier. I relaxed next to him on the bed after we’d had something to drink. It was nearly 5am at this point.
Steve whispered to me. Take the toy out. There was still a little more T in the shot glass. “Let’s not let it go to waste”, Steve said.
I sat back down in the chair and with both of my hands, my fingers gripped on to the outer ridges of the toy. Steve placed one of his hands on the toy’s base, too, so we could work it out at his pace. In the softest possible way, I shimmied it loose. I let it rest there for a minute. Steve had enough room for him to reach down and finish the job. He placed some fingers in the exposed space just above the base and slowly pulled past the widest part of the toy. Once he did that, he let go and it just slipped right on out. Steve gave a hard push and it flew right onto the pad on the floor. Steve’s hole looked like it was taking some deep breaths once it was emptied, winking repeatedly.
After Steve felt like he could move his body he propped himself in the chair and helped me put my feet up in the stirrups. He placed the medicine dropper up my butt and it I felt that familiar tingle. This time I was ready within five minutes.
I didn’t want the hood on this time. I wanted to watch what Steve was doing. I also no longer needed any more hits of poppers, I was flying off the charts.
Steve had a twisted look in his eyes as they locked. What I didn’t see was that he was rubbing lube all over both hands. Steve made a fist with his left hand and I opened like a fucking tunnel. A little push forward, I was swallowing his wrist.
“You want more piggy?”
“Yes please! Fuck yessss!”
Steve lined up his other fist and placed it over the inserted one and held it there, just his closed fingers sat there resting on the inserted fist. I grabbed onto the bed sheets and pushed my ass down over that second fist until they were both fully inserted.
“Ohhh fuuucccckkkj yeesssss!”, I cried.”that feels sooo fucking good!”
“Just lay back, just enjoy. Don’t worry about a thing. I’ve got you.”
Once again, I rested my head on the pillow, hands clasped behind my head and I couldn’t keep my eyes opened. I pushed my ass up higher on the pillow resting under it and completely surrendered my asshole to Steve. Steve slowly pivoted his fists inside me to find more depth and I swear I was no longer on planet earth.
Once again, what began with the softest, slowest movements slowly built up in pressure and depth.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Fucking wreck my fucking faggot cunt! Blow it out!”
Steve growled and he delivered, using both his closed fists to wreck my insides with deep and powerful punches. Every time he punched inside my caged cock would release a little piss. Steve was a true powerhouse. It’s not easy to have the strength and endurance to do what he did after all those hours, and also with that bump still in his system. He held up much longer than I expected, not that I minded. I could have kept going on and on. All good things must eventually come to an end, and this ride of my life was coming to a slow work down.
Eventually, Steve worked his hands out of my butt and I saw him stretching his fingers out. I imagine they would get cramped even playing in a stretched out cunt ditch like mine.
“That was amazing”, he said.
“Thank you, that was incredible”, I said out of breath.
Steve managed to find the energy to pull my feet from the stirrups. It was now well past 7am (we started playing with Master James and his PIG around 3pm the day prior. This is is what happens when you parTy, it can go on all night!)
We were both pretty exhausted, but our holes had other plans. We decided to play a little inside each other’s holes. I brought a couple of pillows to the other side of the bed and raised my legs so Steve could put his hand in my butt. Steve did the same for me. The only difference is I inserted one of my narrow depth toys in my butt and Steve did not. This newly purchased black toy of high quality stood at 12 inches tall, a series of five incrementally wider ridges until the flared base. I could hardly feel it on its own, but I knew next to Steve’s fist, it would bring pure delight.
We didn’t talk. We were both very buzzed, and our hands rested inside the warmth of our sloppy holes. Steve had no problem at all entering my hole with the inserted toy and in a way, it helped guide his path by holding my inner walls open for him.
Soon I heard Steve lightly snoring and I was right behind him. I slowly pushed his hand from my ass and this narrow toy as I slowly withdrew my fist from his butt. I saw one of my wider toys in arm’s reach. It was still somewhat lubed from earlier use. I put it into my rear and I fell asleep next to Steve for a few hours.
It was almost noon when our eyes opened again and I’d more than overstayed my welcome. Despite Steve’s insistence that I stay a while, I knew I needed to get home and sleep this off. I helped him clean off our toys and dispose of the play pads and paper towels. We’d made quite a mess!
I called for an Uber and made it back to my place. I was still very buzzed, my hole very hungry. I considered looking for another play partner but I didn’t have the energy. I put all of my toys to good use by using them on myself for a good amount of time while watching fisting porn for inspiration. I played around with different combinations stretching my pig hole open. At one point I had one large one and two smaller ones in either side, really widening my fuck trench. It felt wondrous.
When I’d finally exhausted myself and my hole was starting to feel a little sore, I decided to stop before I’d hurt myself.
I shut my eyes around 3 in the afternoon and woke up 9am the next day (today). That’s about 18 hours of continuous sleep that I very much needed. I checked my phone for messages and there was one from Master James apologizing for his PIG. He also said I have a great hole and he loved my long legs and big feet and couldn’t wait to play again. I’d love to take his doubles some time!
Then another message came through from Steve with all the pictures he’d taken. Steve followed up with a phone call to check on me and once convinced I was doing ok, we said our good-byes.
Look, I know parTying is not everyone’s cup of tea (no pun intended). I only do it with Steve and maybe it’s twice a year. I feel like I can be uninhibited with him, in a safe environment, which is very important to minimize the risk. I’m glad I have that special relationship with Steve to make this kind of pig play possible.
My hole feels sated for now. Lots of fresh memories from the weekend I will hope to always remember.
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