After a seven week period of heads-down work related commitments, I was ready to let loose. I had so much pent up sexual energy just waiting for release. I decided that instead of surrendering my cunt hole to just one guy, I would roll the dice and do something really wild.
A fantasy of mine has always been to get a little high, go to a sex club, throw myself in a sling with a hood over my head and see what happens.
So…it was a Thursday, and I’d taken the day off on Friday. I talked myself into living out my fantasy. I left work a little early. Once home, I lit a joint and began to clean myself out thoroughly. I enjoyed the process of pleasuring myself with my own toys to ensure I was good for a long night of fun.
I decided to check out one of the sex clubs in the area and took a Lyft there. Before heading out, I’d given myself a small booty bump, enough to stay cognizant, but at the same time, to get my cunt as ravenous as possible.
I grabbed a small bag and took some things with me, like poppers, the hood, a douche bulb in case a touch up was needed, etc.
After paying the entrance fee and heading to the locker room, the effects of that bump and the gummy I’d taken were hitting me fierce. I stripped down to my red and black mesh fisting shorts and found my way over to where there were a couple of slings.
One was occupied and the guy laying in it was taking a dick. There wasn’t too much of an audience as it was not even pushing 9pm at that time. I deliberately wanted to show up a little early so I could claim an open sling.
After I mounted one I slipped on my hood and clutched my poppers. There were vats of Crisco nearby the slings so I wasn’t worried about the need for lube.
I laid back in the sling and waited to see what would happen. There was a sense of anxiety and a thrill of the unknown building inside of me. My cunt was literally tingling so I licked a couple of fingers in the mouth hole of the hood and started to use them in my hole. That bump had amplified all the sensations in my dilating hole and just the touch alone had me softly moaning.
I must have looked and sounded hungry because I felt a hand grab onto my fingers and they guided mine deeper inside me.
After a minute or so, I pulled mine away and let this stranger take over. I heard the unmistakable sounds of hands getting greased and took that as a cue to take a deep hit of Iron Fist Everest.
The rush went straight to my head and I lifted my ass in surrender to this stranger who balled one of his hands into a fist and slid right on through to his wrist.
“Ooohhh yessss”, I hissed.
My deep desire to be filled had been sated and it felt wonderful. My fister wasted no time getting settled in my opening pig hole and yanked his wrist out and pushed back inside in a quick motion. He jabbed his knuckled fist in and out of me taking my breath away.
“You want me to punch your hole out pig?”, he asked in a gruff voice.
“YES”, I quickly and loudly snapped back with a hint of desperation in my voice.
I felt this guy holding on to the chain of the sling to keep it in place while he treated me to a beautifully orchestrated one fist blow out, truly annihilating my cunt as it gaped open for him and when it was over I was exhilarated and the rush of endorphins made me feel like I was floating on a cloud.
My rosebud began to appear in its aftermath.
“Awwww sweet”, he said as he circles its circumference with his finger before balling up his fist again and pushing inside.
“Ohhhh fuck”, I mumbled under the hood, into the darkness.
He pushed his forearm further up inside my using his free hand to apply more lube as it slid in past my second ring. I huffed on more poppers to help loosen up more as I wanted him to try going up to his elbow. Every nerve ending along the way was electrified and each touch of my insides had my eyes rolling up into back of my head.
My anonymous fister pulled his forearm back but left his fist embedded just past my first ring.
I took another enormous hit in each nostril.
“Again!”
He commanded me.
I complied.
“One more! Come on!”
I did another round and now I was feeling barely conscious from the fumes but the wave of need built up inside my hole was palpable. I was pushing my hole out practically begging this man to do something while riding the high.
That’s when I felt fingers from his free hand insert into my pig cunt over his already implanted fist. He used his four fingers to pry my hole open, and honestly, he didn’t have to try very hard.
“What a sweet hole. Opening up for my fists. Fucking nice!”
The commentary was nice but I really wanted him to get that free thumb in there.
“Take a hit, pig. Big one!”
I did as told because I’m a good boy.
“Good job!”
I felt that greased thumb push through my stretched pig trough of a hole and the top began to punch it out with that freshly inserted hand. I felt him gradually ball it up into a fist and now I had two hands beating up my hole side by side, making me delirious.
I felt a set of fingers twisting my nipples as my hole was being abused.
“Fucking look at that hole open up for your doubles. Incredible!”, this new voice said.
“It’s like a fucking cave in there”, he said excitedly. “So fucking hot watching this pig take my fists.”
The other guy was now twisting and turning my nipples like radio dials while my hole was taking one fisted jabs from one fist and then the other, wrist deep. I was squealing like actual swine from all of the sensations I was feeling.
The guy fisting me stopped momentarily only to shove his hard cock inside my cunt hole along with one fist and the other guy working my nipples was biting down on my right one while working the other one hard. I was squirming, but loving it.
It wasn’t long before the top busted his nut inside my busted out hole and there was a pause in the action.
Adrenaline was flying through my veins as I laid there trying to catch my breath and to bask in the rush.
Then I felt a hand grab my balls over the fabric of my fisting shorts and then a medium strength punch, which woke me up from my stupor. I love a little ball busting when I’m a little high and I nodded my head up and down to signal it was ok to do it again.
“You like your balls busted pig?”
“Fuck yeah!”, I screamed loudly so he’d have no trouble hearing me over the loud booming music.
Two more harder punches connected with my nuts and I was seeing stars.
I took a hit of poppers and let them consume me. Fingers probed my cunt. I reached down to ball them into a fist.
“Put it in me, man!”, I pleaded.
I felt more lube being pushed into my hole and then this guy with a larger, fatter hand than the first guy pushed his fist inside me. Oh that stretch was beautiful!
“Yesssss! Ohhh fuck!” I hissed as it moved past my first ring and half way to his elbow.
This guy began to twist his forearm right and left, slowly churning my insides. He knew what he was doing to work my pig cunt over. Next came some full forearm fucking. I removed my feet from the stirrups so I could hold my ass up higher and place my legs back further so he could go even deeper.
“Hit your poppers buddy!”, he commanded.
I huffed on more solvent and that’s when this man pried in a couple of fingers from his other hand. I wasn’t sure, even high, if I could go the distance for a second double fisting, but I sure was game to give it a try. He stuffed four of his fingers over his inserted fist but my hole wasn’t cooperating so I pushed him off. It was sure fun to try but even my hole has its limits.
The man took out his frustration with a brutal hole punching that left me absolutely delirious and I experienced a full body assgasm.
This guy left me with his load and I decided it was a good time to get out of the sling and walk around a little.
As I did a lap or two around the club to get the blood circulating in my legs, I wondered if those two guys who had fisted me was still there, but then again, the mystery of it with part of the thrill.
I was still feeling a bit Tingly and thought I’d try for another round with another stranger. This time I found a free cabin and situated myself ass up, head down on the mattress. I had a tub of Elbow Grease in my bag so I left it visible, leaving no doubt about what I wanted.
It must have been 10 or 15 minutes of waiting before I heard the cabin door close and lock behind me. I was once again hooded which, for me, added to the exhilaration of the entire experience.
I felt hands spreading my cheeks and a deep, gruff voice say, “Damn, your hole is fucking open wide! How many guys have fisted you tonight?”
“Two”
“Did they double you?”
“One did, the other guy’s hands were too big.”
“I see. Well, mine aren’t that big so we’ll have to give it a shot. You parTy?”
“Yeah, but I’m good I think.”
“Ok”, he said.
I mean, if I were home and playing with someone I knew, I’d be down, but I wasn’t, and was already taking enough chances that night.
I could hear the sound of the lid being twisted off the Elbow Grease and shortly thereafter, fingers were pushing some into my rectum.
“Mmmmmm”, it felt nice.
I took another hit from the silver bottle and my mind and body responded accordingly. My butt hole was craving it now.
A balled up fist made its way inside me, the lube working its magic, allowing for easy gliding. This man’s hand was on the small side. I felt it inside me, yes, but after that colossal fist from before, this seemed insignificant.
“Wow, your cunt is sucking my fist in you!”
“Yes, it feels so good!”, I wanted him to know. “Give me the other one!”
“Oh, a greedy hole we have here. It’s coming, don’t you worry.”
He pulled his fist out of me and this time I heard the sounds of the Elbow Grease coating up those hands. I used the small break to popper up:
I thought about all those times I popper baited to fisting popper training videos with my headset on, one in particular repeats “you’re nothing but a hole. You’re nothing but a stupid, mindless, faggot. Your cunt craves fist, etc.”, like a hypnotizing mantra and suddenly my mind went blank and all I centered on was the feelings in my hole, surrendering my hole, giving up complete control.
With a loose and slack hole, my top easily slipped two overlapping fists through my cunt lips and we were off to the races. My tongue hung out of my mouth and I was making indecipherable noises as I saw crazy shapes and colors under my eyelids while my hole was taking hard and fast double fisted punches. I was blissfully riding in a wild rush of high that I hadn’t reached in months.
My top was grunting as he relentless punished my gaping pig hole with his full doubles, reaching way past his wrists.
Time seemed to be of no importance as this top continued to use my hole as his personal punching bag until he’d worn himself out.
“Fuck, that is one hell of a fuck hole, man. I think I need to cool off”, he said. He kissed my left butt check and I felt facial hair against my flesh.
When he left, I closed and locked the cabin door and laid flat on my stomach while I allowed the buzz to continue.
I was closing my eyes and when I came to, I could tell my friend T was wearing off. I took that as a sign to call it a night. I headed to the showers to wash off, dressed, called for a Lyft and went home.
My hole had quite the workout in the span of those hours by three different strangers. I stripped down to my jock and drifted off to an awesome sleep with a smile on my face and a very happy hole.
