I consider Steve to be my fisting mentor. I met him quite randomly at a sex party which was happening just a few doors away from my place. I was just about to leave when he walked in and there definitely was some instant chemistry. He fucked me in the sling and we exchanged numbers.
Steve is a fit older Black man. He stands just under six feet tall, and he’s in pretty good shape. He’d bald, sports a graying goatee, and has hands of a magician.
After we met the first time, we started chatting and we discussed our mutual fisting interest, however, while I was a relative newbie, he had decades of experience.
Steve lived nearby and there were a few times I’d been in his sling and I’d taken his fist. With each visit we’d explore more depth, more toys, more fist. Within a year, my hole became quite adept for fist.
There was one night when Steve had a friend over and he called me nearly 10pm on a Friday night. He asked me to come play with them. That was the night my world changed. It was the first time I’d had a booty bump. My hole had really opened up and I was taking their doubles and they shared my hole at one point, one fist each banging me out. It was truly incredible.
With that backdrop and my well documented fisting play encounters (many stories written), I take you to the present.
About six weeks ago I was playing with Steve and another man. We had not used T, but were smoking weed and I had taken some gummies. We were feeling good and having fun. Steve and I were run chariot by the third guy who was strictly a top. Steve fisted me, too. It was a literal blast.
During one of our breaks, Steve asked me if I had any unfulfilled fisting fantasies. I told him that I did. I’ve been really getting into hypnosis and popper training videos. I told him I wanted to lay out on his sling, booty bumped, with my noise cancelling headphones on and a blindfold. I wanted to goon out while listening to some of my favorite tracks and just be a hole for him to play with. Steve seemed intrigued by the idea at the time.
Well, as it were, Steve and I did meet just two nights ago and we made it happen.
I’d taken a gummy and loosened up a bit before heading over to Steve’s place. I took an Uber and wore a red tank top that had an image of a fist on it, and under my short blue shorts I was wearing a black Gym jockstrap that snuggled my chastity cage perfectly.
It was a short ride over, but that gummy was already loosening me up and I felt my hole opening up.
Steve was shirtless in gym shorts when I arrived. We headed back to his bedroom and had a beer while he prepared for our session.
Steve has an awesome assortment of toys in his tool chest and I selected three. Each one was designed for different sorts of anal pleasure.
We shared a couple of clouds together to get things started and then he hit me with booty bump.
As I lay flat in Steve’s bed waiting for T to marinate Steve and I made out, sharing some clouds between us. My body began to tingle all over and Steve’s touch was electrifying.
I also became ravenous for something inside my hole.
Steve turned down the lights. I mounted the sling and put my headphones on. I took my phone out and selected a few fisting popper trainer videos from Thisvid.com, put on the blindfold and had my fresh bottle of poppers in my hand.
I pressed play and immediately the rhythmic pulse of the background music and the deep masculine voice had me in a trance. Since I had watched these videos numerous times, I was able to visualize images while I felt myself becoming the faggot hole the narrator was describing, pulling my legs back while Steve pushed his closed hand inside of me.
I can’t even explain how intense the feeling is when a closed fist passes through the anal ring. Once the majority of the fist breeches the ring, at some point the fist gets sucked in. My body shuddered at this most welcome intrusion. I’m sure I was moaning but the headphones were blaring in my ears so I couldn’t hear myself.
What I did hear was all of these subliminal messages “I am a cunt”, “I am a faggot”, “I am a mindless hole”, “I open my cunt for men”, “I’m nothing but a hole, “I’m not a man, I’m a faggot”, “I’m good for nothing but my hole”, “I was born to be a faggot”. I was mouthing the words, becoming them, actualizing my inner most desires to serve as nothing but a giant hole for fists. As my hypnodom instructed me when to inhale the poppers, hold, and then exhale, my body became more and more limp, my mind closed off, focusing on the words, the subliminal messages, the sounds of men getting fisted, and the sensations in my hole.
I was very high, my headspace on another plane, the pleasure resonating throughout my body was out of this world, this was as close to euphoria as I’d ever known. When Steve opened my hole wider with a big toy next to his fist, my hole expanded like elastic and took them both in. I recall pushing my legs back and opening my legs wider. Steve pulled my waist down further so my hole was at a better angle.
When Steve started to plunge both his fist and the toy inside me, I was screaming, “I’m a fucking faggot! I’m a fucking hole!”, repeating all the phrases that were filling my ears. I never felt more alive!
That is…until Steve pulled the toy out and replaced it with his other fist. Deep double punches followed. I never took two fists so easily in my life before. With the T, the gummy, the poppers, the hypno trance…the combination created a truly extraordinary experience. Each time Steve drove his fists inside me I was groaning in utter ecstasy.
Steve rested his lower fist a good 8-10 inches inside me and used the upper fist for an epic annihilation that left me completely breathless.
When he pulled both fists out, my rosebud made its first appearance.
Steve massaged it and made out with it before re-greasing his hands and pushing it back inside me.
There was a quiet period of slow, relaxed forearm rolling back and forth, allowing me to fall even deeper into a subspace. My mouth went slack and I felt like I was floating.
Between my ears, the rhythmic beat, the Dom master controlling my thoughts, the poppers, it felt as if I’d lost my identity and was just a hole to be wrecked and destroyed.
Imagine how it felt after a prolonged rest period to feel a second forearm atop the first, ever so slowly, crawling further and further into your abyss, filling you up, expanding and stretching your hole…you, because that’s all you are at this point, a hole to be ruined. At that moment, it felt like heaven, divine, exhilarating.
After both forearms had reached their final destination, elbow deep, well past the second ring and probably third, those forearms were pulled back and forcefully pushed in, a two-armed saw. Steve was perfection, working his forearms slowly at first but upping the tempo, dancing to his own beat while turning my cunt into mush. I pissed myself and soaked through the jock as I’d lost control of my bladder.
We were connecting on some ethereal level, it was holy, Steve brought me to a full body orgasm which caused my entire body to shake as my balls unloaded into the wet jock.
When my body stopped shimmying, Steve removed one forearm and removed the blindfold from my face. I was in a daze, but saw him grinning from ear to ear.
I pulled off the headphones and said, “thank you,Sir. That was fucking amazing!”
Steve put his hard dick inside me and used his hand to jerk himself off on my hole.
When he’d cum he pulled out and kissed me saying he’d never experienced or seen anything like what we’d just done and how incredible it was for him, too.
Steve cleaned off my butt and helped me out of the sling. We sat and relaxed, drank a second beer, and rehashed the scene. He said he wished he’d recorded it because the look on my face was out of this world even though he couldn’t see my eyes. He said it turned him on when I was calling myself a hole, a faggot, a cunt…and how he felt obligated to treat me as such.
We’d probably been going at it for at least three hours, but we were still wired and horny.
We blew more clouds and Steve gave me a second smaller bump to keep my hole loose. For this next round, Steve had me on all 4’s at the edge of the bed so he could sit stand, or kneel, to fist me. He started by kneeling, eye level to my cunt hole. Greased fingers playing in my hole.
“Hit your poppers, hole. I’m going in”
I took big hits and placed my arms out above me and Steve wasted no time. Two fists side by side began to attack my fucked out tunnel of a hole, punching wrist deep. I was delirious and on fire.
After this series, Steve stood on his feet and was able to get into some depth play. Holding onto my waist at first, Steve had his left arm up to elbow. We hadn’t gone further than that yet.
My fingers explored the bed look g for my gas mask. Once I found it and put it on, and the fumes began to take hold, Steve pushed in further, I felt the bones of his elbow, and the thickest parts of his forearm push forward, Steve’s fingers leading the way, finding the openings, allowing for more of him to forge inside me. I was becoming an arm sleeve. I pulled off the mask after his bicep pushed through…and we worked together until he was in up to the shoulder. This is depth I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
Steve let his arm rest in me, feeling my insides loosen around him.
“Poppers!”, he shouted.
Like a ninja he pulled his left arm out and replaced it with his right, which was slightly thicker.
“Ohhhh fuck!”, I yelled out.
Steve was once again working his magic on me, one arm at a time, deep, occasionally throwing arm-length closed fist punches and closed the series out with another round of double barrel elbow deep fisting which sent me into another orgasmic orbit.
Steve left one of his biggest toys up my ass and had me kneel on the bed while he used my mouth to get himself off. I swallowed a gallon of jizz.
That second round seemed to knock Steve out of commission. He fell asleep almost instantly after shooting that second load.
Me on the other hand still had a foot long, thick ridged toy inside me and my hole was hungry. I dismounted the bed and placed the toy in the floor. I rode it hard until I came a third time.
My hole was so sore at this point that I crawled into bed next to Steve who wrapped his arms around me.
