A few days after our live fisting session on Steve’s OnlyFans account, I’d learned that his viewership had nearly doubled in size. Steve sent me messages thanking me for his first experience and couldn’t have been more thrilled that it yielded such overwhelming success. I did pass on any proceeds from the collaboration. It was never about the money. I just wanted the experience. I wanted to be the one who broke Steve’s fisting cherry.
Like most young adults with ill-formed brains, Steve wasn’t any different. The young man became desperate for another go with me. Of course, this time I played hard to get because I could. I knew once Steve’s ass had a taste of another man’s mitts he’d never be the same and I was right.
The poor guy was begging me just about every night to “come back and ruin his cunt”, his words, not mine. I needed a couple of days to recover myself as it was quite a long drive and a more taxing physical experience than I could have ever expected.
I was able to hold him off for a couple of weeks and with each passing day the desperation became more intense. It was like if I didn’t come back over to his place and punch his guts to oblivion, he’d never focus on anything else in his life. I couldn’t have that on my conscience, so I acquiesced, but I gave him an assignment.
I sent him a package and told him he needed to go live on his OnlyFans and open it for the audience. I told him whatever it was, he was to wear it with no questions asked. If he didn’t agree, I told him I’d block him and he’d never see me again. I knew Steve would do anything to sit on my clasped hands again. He was never going to refuse me.
I overnighted a metal cock cage and told him that he needed to not only open it on his live stream, but he had to put it on over his cock so everyone could watch. Additionally, he was to mail the key to the lock back to me immediately.
Once he’d done it, it instantly had an effect on him. He was grinding on some massive toys attempting to get himself off without ability to stroke himself. It was so fun to watch and everyone watching him livestream thought so, too, and they thanked me for being so ingenious.
My ulterior motive was to keep Steve horny as fuck. No after orgasm second thoughts allowed on my watch. Watching Steve struggle to chase the elusive orgasm was a true delight.
Finally, I’d strung Steve along long enough. It was time to schedule a sequel to our epic first time together. We landed on a suitable date and time. I’m so evil sometimes, I almost decided to conveniently “forget” the key to his metal cock cage, but I just couldn’t follow through with that plan. I tucked it away in my pocket and once again I’d concocted a special Crisco-based lube for optimal ass wrecking, this time laced with some THC oil. Legal in our state, thankfully. I knew my creation would open Steve up like a fucking tunnel in no time.
Off to Steve’s place I went giddy as all fuck.
Once again we played our masking game at his front door. No faces were needed for what we were planning. Besides, they eyes say everything of you pay close enough attention.
Steve had already laid out some toys and poppers before my arrival. From what I could sense, he was already huffing on the chemicals and there was residual lube on some of his biggest toys. The cameras were already rolling.
Steve announced my arrival to his audience of well over 200 at this point.
I stripped off my shirt and had on a black leather harness which did a nice job of showing off my well defined hairy pecs.
Steve was so determined to get his hole filled that he didn’t even ask me about the key to his cage. It has been about 11 days ago that he’d first caged his own cock in front of his own live audience. Believe me, I wasn’t complaining, I was just as eager to obliterate that young man’s hole.
There he was, on his back, legs wide open, his hands around his ankles. I could see Steve’s cunt hole kissing the air. It looked so deep red inside, so pretty, so ready.
I dipped my hands in the vat of lube I’d carried 100 miles with me and watched Steve take several deep hits off his IronFist bottle.
I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful it felt to put my first two fingers inside that warm hungry hole. I teased Steve horribly maneuvering just the two in and out, swirling them round and round driving him absolutely insane.
“Please”, he sounded so desperate.
“You want my whole hand, huh?”
“Oh god, yes!”, he responded so enthusiastically.
I didn’t want to disappoint him or our viewers so I scooped up another ball of creamy lube and balled my right hand up and pushed inside knuckles first, burying my entire forearm up to the elbow. Steve must have been working hard on taking depth with his toys because it really went in like butter!
“ohhhh wow!”, he cried. His eyes fluttered and rolled, his ass so willingly submitting to me, pushing itself further down my arm.
“Punch it, punch me out!”, Steve demanded with more poppers impairing his mind.
“I intend to!”, I promised him.
I pulled my forearm all the way out of Steve’s rectum and forced my full fist all the way back inside past the wrist. I worked up a rhythm, gliding my fist faster, harder, deeper, seeing the young man’s caged cock drip sweetly from the pounding out of his cunt hole.
My free hand latched on to his dangling full balls and I tugged down on them at the same time as ruining that poor pig hole.
I could sense the magic of my lube was working well, Steve’s trough was so cooperative. There truly was no resistance, just a deep need for more. I paused only to swipe my finger across the piss slit of the cage to capture a nice heap of boy cup and I shoved that same finger inside his pussy, adding to the mix.
I haven’t got the slightest idea what the chat box was saying from our audience. I wasn’t there for them, I was there for me although the exhibitionist in me certainly loved the attention. I just didn’t have a need to engage with Steve’s audience.
I pulled my fist out to reapply more slop onto my hands up to the elbows and Steve took it upon himself to flip over. Ass up, head down, Steve hit the silver bottle again and shook his ass at me.
“Holy fuck!”, I declared. “Look at your little pig hole desperate for more. Fucking incredible!”
It was time to go for it. That cunt was calling for it. Two fists side by side lined up right at the young man’s puffy lips and I pushed just ever so slightly. I could feel them part around my knuckles. I wish I could see Steve’s eyes as his loose cunt relaxed and naturally fell over my knuckled fingers.
“Ohhhhhhh yessss”, Steve hissed in utter pleasure.
“That feels soooo goood!”, he let me know.
“Your cunt feels so good over my fists, Steve. Fucking amazing. Show me how hungry that pig cunt is boy!”
Steve took another deep drag on the bottle and pushed his hips backward, sinking a few more inches downward. Then he became completely crazed, riding my combined mitts like his favorite fuck toy, beating his hole up without any help from me. Once again I saw strings of precious 19-year old seed falling out of the caged up cock.
“Yeah, that’s it. Ride ‘em boy! Fuck yourself!”
I never heard anyone gooning like Steve did in my entire life. He was gurgling, hissing, hitting high octave notes I didn’t think possible, out of his mind! The kid was fist drunk. More and more strands of jizz dripped out from his overfilled balls.
I decided to take matters into my own hands, pun intended, and pushed my hands forward and back. Steve stopped moving and let me drive, losing himself in a serious rush of chemicals and endorphins. It was my mission to make Steve’s balls explode just from my punching alone.
I could tell by the way Steve’s grunts sounded like he was edging towards a mountaintop. The groans were deep, guttural, loud. We were building up to something special. By now both my forearms were more than halfway inside of him, still punching his guts inside out.
I knew I had him on the precipice of a full on anal orgasm because Steve’s body tensed and flexed. I doubled the pace now, blowing out that wrecked shit hole into next week and Steve finally roared like a lion. Globs of white hot cum splashed his mattress. Steve’s entire body shook and spasmed. My fists were stuck inside the grip of his sphincter muscles. Steve was hyperventilating and his eyes showed me a mixture of ecstasy and appreciation.
After a couple of minutes, Steve’s hole loosened and wiggled my forearms out.
I wondered if Steve would experience a post-orgasm lull and call it a night or would he want to keep on going.
Steve sounded drugged when he asked for more, barely coherent. My laced lube definitely kept his hole hungry and wanting.
“More please”, he mumbled. It was an effort for him to form words as Steve’s mind drifted away from the present.
“My pleasure”, I responded wickedly.
A quick glance to the screen of Steve’s laptop showed our audience was over 250 live viewers and the chat box was very active. I just acknowledged the camera with a wicked smile, wanting them all to know I saw them, but my number one priority was Steve…well, wrecking his hole really.
I once again coated my hands and forearms liberally. Steve’s hole had become a sloppy pig pit, it was juicy and beautiful.
Steve took several more deep hits. His eyes were glazed over he was gooning so hard. Without prompting, the greedy pig was on his back, propped a pillow under his hips, held his legs back.
“Please! Wreck it!”
So desperate and so prefect.
I balled up both my fists and placed one over the other. I merely pressed slightly into his open gape and that cunt swallowed both up like a Hoover! Truly remarkable what an asshole is capable of doing under the right circumstances. Steve began to bounce himself over my mitts once again producing stands of precum from his caged dick. I wanted to pull out one of my fists to punch his balls but Steve looked so crazed and content pleasuring himself.
I could wait no longer. When Steve pushed his hips downward I pushed upward and we worked up a good rhythm together. I couldn’t believe my eyes when Steve’s hand searching for one of his toys on the bed. Once he found one, and it was not small by any means, he took deep hits and with both of my fists wedged forearm deep, Steve wedged the toy against his hole until the tip found a way in and the effort he put forth to take it was truly admirable. There was no quitting on his part. Steve twisted and turned, pushed, and as his gape become even more dilated, it fit in easier and easier until the base was flush against his ass! I’d truly never seen anything like it in all my years of fisting. Steve’s hole was opening up easier than the Red Sea!
Steve’s twitchy cunt hole clearly needed more than a mere stuffing. I was determined to bring an entire new meaning to blowing out an ass. With that huge toy entrenched in his butt, I pulled my forearms back almost to those swollen lips and pushed them back inside. Steve’s eyelids fluttered as his eyes rolled back into their sockets. Gurgling sounds came out of his foaming mouth as I deep fucked him hard and faster with all of my might. Steve tried his best to pull his legs back further and further to really give me open access to his hole, presenting and submitting it to me to own as my own. Oh, and I truly enjoyed owning Steve’s asshole, there was no question about it. I was going more than a foot deep with every stroke, that dildo never even fell out once.
For good measure when my forearms had enough, I pulled them out and fucked the lad with his toy, seeing exactly how I’d blown out that cunt the way it deserved.
Steve’s rosebud bloomed so beautifully for me. It was a glorious sight to behold. Layers upon layers of red ass tissue presented themselves. Steve was once again breathing hard, pushing his sphincter out for the camera. What a show off!
I rested for a few minutes while watching Steve ride a huge toy that resembled an elephant trunk. It was enormous. He was panting and I could tell another assgasm was within reach. I couldn’t help myself. My hand grabbed his swollen balls and tugged on them, stretching them downward and spoiling his impending orgasm.
“Punch them! Punch my balls!”, Steve cried.
No testicle-having man in their right mind would ever ask for such a thing. I was beyond surprised to hear Steve utter these words in his delirium.
I didn’t hesitate. I balled my right hand into a fist and give that sack a good one. Steve roared with a combination of pain and pleasure, so I did it again, and then a third time even harder than the first two.
“More please! More!”
Steve poppered up and I punched his sack lack a punching bag. No holding back. Steve was losing his mind! I don’t even know how many times I hit them, but Steve’s body suddenly shuddered and white clumps of his cum spilled out of the cage! That was another first for me. I’d never done that to anyone let alone made them cum from it.
Steve dismounted his toy after coming down from his second seismic orgasm of our session and I thought that would be it for the guy. Boy, was I wrong. Steve was till spinning out from the poppers and my laced lube.
“Steve, are you sure you want more? Your hole looks pretty wrecked as it is.”
It was the humane thing to do, to ask permission rather than assume.
“Yes, yes, just a little more please.”
“Do you want me to unlock your cock first?”
“NO, please don’t do that. I love having my dick locked up. It makes me so horny. Leave it on!”
“If you insist. No problem for me, but I’m taking the key home with me just so you know.”
“Good. I don’t care. Just put your fists back inside my butt!”
I think those were the most words I’d ever heard him say at one time!
This time I laid down flat on the mattress and formed a giant lubed ball with my hands held over my chest. Steve planted his two feet on either side of me, his back in my view, and I watched him take more hits as his hole sunk lower and lower over my knuckles. Feeling his hole stretch wide over them felt so good, like warm silk. Just over the widest part, I assisted see Steve by pushing forward slightly, allowing my fingers to slip past his second ring down to my wrists.
“Ohhhh yesssss!”, Steve hissed.
What a sight it was for me to watch Steve pleasure himself from behind. Watching that beautiful, sweet, smooth, slop hole swallow up my fists over and over again made my cock super hard. I wondered what the audience reaction was with Steve’s masked face facing them. Again, his eyes must have been rolling and a crazed look. I was sure of it!
I reached around and started to twist and pull on Steve’s dime sized nipples and that made him even more insane. His body tensed up a third time and once again he made a cum mess all over himself.
As they say, the third time was the charm. It seemed that Steve’s pig hole was finally sated.
Once he dismounted, all his energy and attention was back on his livestream and the chat box. He was answering their questions about how he felt about the experience in writing and verbally. I lost his attention to his fans, but that was fine with me.
I toweled off and dressed, and I was able to say a proper good bye to the lad before heading back home with another throbbing boner. Maybe an hour later Steve texted me expressing his gratitude and thanking me for such an incredible experience. I waited until I was home to respond.
After doing so, I stripped naked and went to bed. I closed my eyes and replayed the highlights of our session together in my head. I busted a huge nut all over my chest hair when I thought about Steve’s ass swallowing my cannonball fist. Strings of my jizz stuck to me and I knew if I let it settle it would be a chore to clean off so I found my briefs next to the bed and used them to wipe off the mess. I probably will be busting nuts to that memory for many more nights to come, I am 100% sure of it.
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