After my session with Bao and his buddy Jamal about two weeks ago, my hunger for fist grew even more. Maybe it’s the warmer weather awaking my rosebud? Who knows? But I’ve been in constant state of heat ever since. My hole has been itching for another blow out and since it was the weekend, I was gonna go scratch it.
I hit up John, a regular buddy of mine (see my story entitled Rosebudding) to see if he was up for some fisting fun and I was so glad he was available. This time I said I would host. I recently set up a fuck bench at my place and was eager to break it in.
I had been playing with some of my toys all morning. The Topped Toys ZeFFir 110 I recently purchased was incredible. I was already a bit heady from some strong gummies and I’d smoked a little weed. By the time John showed up, my hole was already gaping pretty wide.
I had all my fisting accessories laid out and ready for a hot session of heavy play. I definitely fell into my pig subspace and love it when I can get there. All of my inhibitions totally at bay, my true inner self ready to take me on one hell of a ride. I’d also recently purchased from Mr. B’s website new black rubber fucker shorts with red piping. I had unzipped the back showing off my hole.
When John knocked on my front door I pulled him in and closed the door behind us. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt with a very clean pair of white Nike’s. He looked pretty hot. He had a small gym bag on his hand.
“Fuck, you look hot, man”, John said.
“Thanks, so do you. What’s in the bag?”
“I brought a couple of things, wasn’t sure if you wanted a bump before we get started. I also have a change of clothes in case I need it.”
“I guess a bump could be fun. I’m not driving anywhere. Let’s go upstairs.”
John followed me up the stairs into my bedroom. He pulled off his t-shirt and set it down on my dresser.
John and I made out standing up and I rubbed my hands all over his strong chest. Then I began to kiss his hands and lick his fingers.
“That feels good, boy.”, he said.
“I can’t wait to feel them inside me, Sir.”, I said.
“Lay down on your stomach for me.”
I laid down on my stomach and John kissed the rubber covering my cheeks and then moved his mouth to the exposed flesh of my crack. When he rubbed his scruff up and down, it felt like coarse sandpaper, but sent tingles up and down my body. Then John blew on my gaping hole twice before his tongue wiggled and licked its way inside me.
“Ohhh yeah”, I cooed.
John slobbered up my hole getting it nice and wet.
After a few minutes he removed his tongue and I felt the syringe pushing far inside my hole. John depressed the dispenser, sending a fresh wave of exhilaration over my body and as we waited for the chemicals to do their magic, John pulled off his sweatpants and fed me his cock to suck. It was a nice cock, about seven inches and average thickness. Nothing to be ashamed of. I could feel the T’s effect on my hole after a few minutes and my booty was more than ready for it, I could feel it pulsating and dilating.
“On your knees, boy. Let’s get you opened.”
“Yes Sir.”
John opened the tub of Elbow Grease and coated up his hands. I was facing forward and took a couple of deep hits of Pig poppers.
John placed his knuckles right at my hole and pressed inside. My hole parted and opened so easily. That initial entry is always so delightful.
“Ohhhh yes, Sir!”, I screamed. “That feels so good!”
“Your hole is so nice. What a good boy.”
“Punch it out, man!”
“Easy boy, we have all night. Don’t worry, I’m gonna wreck your nasty pig cunt today.”
I tried to take a deep breath and not be such a bossy bottom. Once I relaxed, John put more grease on his forearm and slowly pushed in close to his elbow.
“Ohhhhh yeah, Sir. You’re so deep already.”
“Your hole is so loose for me, boy. Your hole is swallowing up my arm!”
John pulled his arm out and greased up the other one, his larger one. This time my hole had to stretch a bit wider to take the fist but I took another couple of hits off the brown bottle and John made it past my second hole with ease.
“Yeah, you like my arm in your hole, piggy?”
“Ohhhh yeah!”
“Yeah, I know you do. You like it when I roll my arm in your pig cunt. Such a fucking pig!”
I actually snorted, I was getting more fucked up by the second. That must have been a powerful dose I’d been given.
“Fuck boy, your hole is fucking gaping for me.”
“Yeah, Sir. It feels so good.”
John pulled his arm back so his knuckles were right at my entrance. His free arm wrapped around my waist and finally John was sawing his forearm in and out of me with gusto. That’s what I fucking wanted.
“Grrrrrr, fuck yeah “, I groaned. “Fucking fuck my cunt with your arm, Sir!”
“Yeah faggot? You want it harder?”
“Yeah Sir! Fuck it!”
John began to growl as he moved his forearm like a jackhammer battering my pig cunt. I was out of my mind now, my head swirling and when I closed my eyes I was seeing all kinds of colorful images.
John pulled his forearm out and smacked me on the ass.
“Oh yeah, good boy. Show me your rosebud, boy. Push it out.”
I squeezed down and felt my hole spread, my cunt lips swollen.
John traced the circumference around my red rosebud with his fingers.
“Oh yeah, boy, there it is. So fucking beautiful! Look at that!”
John smacked my rosebud with his four fingers a few times then he pushed his cock inside me. He fucked me for a few minutes and then added his fist. Fuck, he was jerking his cock in my ass and making my pig hole feel like the center of my universe.
“Turn around and get on your back, pig!”
I flipped over and I knew I needed more, much much more.
John reached into his bag and pulled out a large syringe full of lube.
“I mixed this just for you. I got two more in my bag. I’m gonna get up deep in that cunt of yours.”
I reached down to spread my hole for John while he pushed the clear tube deep up my rectum. Then he pushed the depressor and deep filled my hole with plenty of lubricant.
“You have your mask?”, John asked.
“Yeah, it’s over there.”
It was under a pillow. I had prepped it earlier. The cotton ball soaked with some other poppers I had recently opened.
John put it on my chest.
“Put it on, faggot!”
“Yes Sir!”
I placed it over my head and tightened the straps. The fumes were entering my nose at a fierce rate. I was so high, John could have driven a truck up my ass.
I felt his hand playing around inside me, and when I flipped the mask off John looked into my eyes as his second hand slid inside me.
“Oh wow!”, I screamed when his wrist popped inside.
My cunt was ready.
“Yeah fucker! Blow it out! Wreck my stupid cunt!”, I demanded.
No more mister nice guy. John twisted his wrists so now one was on top of the other and the top fist began to punch me out. I watched John’s face as he looked downward at my hole, watching himself take me into another dimension.
Then when both fists worked together, it felt like a bowling ball splitting my ass wide open. John changed his stance so he had his front foot forward at the edge of the bed and he sawed both of those large fists in and out of my trench.
My body began to tense, I knew I was about to experience a crazy assgasm.
“That’s it faggot, cum for Daddy. Oh fuck yeah, look at that fucking wide open cunt. Ohhh yeah!”
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming!”
My body shook and my caged clit sprayed cum out of the slit.
“Ohh fuck yeah, you had quite the fagasm, boy!”
John pulled his fists out and now my rosebud was even bigger.
“Oh yeah, wow! Your fucking flower is red as fuck.”
“Yeah Daddy. You fucked me open.”
Somewhere along the line we switched from Sir to Daddy, I would have called him Master if he asked me to.
“You wanna try the bench now, pig?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Wait, I gotta piss first. You want it?”
“Fuck yes, I want it Daddy!”
We walked into the bathroom and I kneeled in the tub.
I opened my mouth and John pushed his dick in. John let his stream fly and he must’ve been drinking lots of water because it really wasn’t that pungent. I started to swallow and spit it out when my mouth was too full. I was wearing rubber shorts so the stray piss just rolled off of me. I hadn’t drunk from the tap in quite some time and with my good friend Tina running through my body, the warmth and wetness added an extra element of debauchery to the entire experience.
“Fuck, that was so hot, pig, now get your ass on the bench.”
I wiped my face with my hand towel since it was coated in a layer of piss and looked at myself in the mirror. I was definitely fucked up. My eyes were dilated and red as fuck.
I mounted the fuck bench and John strapped my wrists and ankles in. I normally like my hands free to get to my poppers but I was so loose I didn’t even need them anymore.
John grabbed my desk chair and sat behind me.
I heard John getting his hands re-greased and soon his hand was prying at my butt hole. If I could have pushed myself backward I would have swallowed up his hand.
“Yeah, you want my fist up your hole, boy?”
“Yes Daddy, please.”
“You sure, you want it, faggot?”
“Yes Daddy! Please give me your fist. Put it in my pig cunt!”
John started to beat my hole with his closed fist. Rapidly beating it up faster and faster pulling out my swollen cunt lips until he just punched his fist like an engine, faster and faster.
“Oh my God! Oh fuck!” I was howling loudly as the punches became more and more ferocious.
John pulled his fist out.
“Ohh yeah, there she is! Look at that blooming rosebud. So fucking sweet.”
John leaned in and munched out on it, making me nuts. Then he repeated the same punishment with his other fist. That was some of the most brutal punches my cunt had taken in some time, and it was wild as fuck. The adrenaline and the chemicals taking over my body, it truly was magical.
John put another one of his lube injectors into my cunt and then layered his arms up. John sat on the floor behind me now and I felt his fist push up through me once again. A deep groan was forming in my belly as John’s forearm wormed it was up to his elbow.
John straightened out his arm and continued upward, I was feeling his bicep stretch my hole wider, and he flexed it.
“Fuck piggy, you’re almost to my shoulder!”
“Ohhhh yes! Keep going, Daddy. Give it to me!”
I was delirious, all of the nerve endings in my body were on fire. Although I was strapped down to the bench, I never felt so elevated.
John reached down to undo my wrist restraints without pulling his arm out and passed me the gas mask.
“Put this on and I’ll go in much easier.”
I put on the mask and John was right. The fumes hit me hard and with one final push, John’s arm was so far inside me I thought his fist would pop out of my mouth!
“Ohhh yeah”, I moaned and I know I was smiling because my face hurt.
John rolled his arm side to side maneuvering his body to maximize my pleasure.
“Oh fuck, boy, I can’t believe my entire arm is in your ass. Holy fuck! Good boy!”
“Oh thank you, Daddy!”
John pulled his upper arm out again just beyond the bicep, flexed it, and buried it back inside. John did this over and over, and he was pulled that arm back further and further and going back in. He was making my cunt sing.
John pulled his arm completely out and lubed up the other one to give his right arm a break.
I put the gas mask back on and this time John didn’t need to be so gentle. My cunt was so sloppy and like a bored out tunnel. John long arm fucked my cunt with his entire limb, his fist finding its way inside me as I saw stars under my eyelids.
John moved the chair now to my left side and used his right hand to punch me out from a new angle, his left hand he placed around my neck to hold me down. I love a good and hard forearm fuck and I was getting one.
“Ok piggy, I think I need a break to cool off.”
John left me there in the bench to decompress. I reached behind and fingered my own rosebud.
“Fuck!”, I groaned. “Fucking amazing, Daddy!”
John was laying on my bed with both his hands clasped under his head. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping.
“You have one if the most amazing holes I’ve ever played in, boy. Unbelievable.”
“Do you need to stop, Daddy?”
“No, no, I just need a minute.”
I searched for and found the ZeFFir 110 toy, lubed it up and shoved it inside my ass. Once it was firmly inside I laid down next to John and started to suck his dick.
“Mmmmm, good boy.”
I loved hearing those words. My mouth was just as hungry as my cunt. My lips wrapped tightly around that shaft as I milked it with lots of suction.
“Fuck…you’re a greedy fucking slut aren’t you, pig?”
“Mmm hmmm”
“You want me to cum down your throat, piggy?”
“Mmmm hmmm”
“Nah, I have a better idea. Sit on my cock, faggot.”
I pulled the toy out of my ass and mounted John’s erection.
John found a way to get his hand inside me, too, and I twisted his nipples as he jacked himself off right in my pig hole.
I hoped John wouldn’t call it quits after cumming, and I was pleasantly surprised.
“On your back, pig!”
John put a pillow under my waist and I held my legs back, my ankles in my hands.
John coated his fists again, getting them good and greasy for me. Not that I needed it, my cunt was such a sloppy mess by this point.
I took some hits off the Pig poppers and John started to turn my cunt into his personal boxing bag, left hook, right hook, back and forth, working up his pace faster and faster until my entire body shook.
“Haha! Another fagasm for you, boy!”
I was in my own state of rapture, babbling incoherently through my ecstasy. John didn’t quit, his right fist settled right at the entrance of my open cunt and he proceeded to blow it out and a second wave hit me, another mini orgasm ensued.
“Oh fuck, piggy, you’re just having one fagasm after the other now!”
John quickly pulled his fist out and my rosebud reappeared.
Once again John’s fingers traced around the perimeter and his four fingers slapped it around. My rosebud seemed to take on a personality of its own. Angry, deep red, throbbing, carnivorous.
John rose to his feet now and his cock was hard again. He shoved it right through my flower and it went back into hiding. Then John inserted his fist and again he was beating his meat inside my cunt.
“You want my double again, pig?”
“Hell yeah! Please Daddy!”
This time I went for the good stuff. I don’t typically use Maximum Impact popper spray too often but it seemed like a good time.
I found my rag and sprayed a heathy dose into it.
John had once again lubed up liberally and I brought the cloth to my nose. It felt wet and cold, but that stuff is intense. After just a few seconds it took hold of me.
John’s fists were side by side and pushed inside my stretched out cunt. John started to destroy it, punching it out with his double barrel, I sniffed the cloth a second time and John didn’t stop. I was out of my mind, on cloud nine, these soprano-high pitched moans escaped out of my lungs. It was truly incredible and I never felt such euphoria in my life. I shifted the cloth a third time as it was drying, just enough for another little high that only that spray can provide. John left his right fist inside me and punched in with his left; then alternating finalizing with another round of a half way up the forearm ass destruction.
“Holy fuck, boy! Your hole is fucking remarkable, look at your rosebud!”
I felt my hole throbbing now, I could feel those swollen cunt lips twitching. I reached down and started to play with it.
“Can you put your hand in your hole, piggy?”
I was reaching and trying to find a good angle to fist myself. John watched me struggle and laughed before he closed my fingers into a fist and helped me push it inside. John had me punching my own cunt with my smaller hand with his guidance, then he pushed it away.
“You need Daddy’s fist, boy?”
“Yessss, please”, I hissed in desperation.
John balled up both his fists and delivered a series of uppercuts that sent jolts of electricity up my spine. John had both his fists up my cunt just past the wrist and turned them in circles really working my hole, widening the stretch. It felt like they were circling the drain until they found just the right spot to push down even further. I looked down and saw John’s wrists completely disappear up my ass, and then I saw my belly protruding every time John pushed downward.
After a final double barrel destruction and a forth and fifth “fagasm”, as John was calling them, we decided to call it quits we’d been playing for nearly four hours and my hole was really becoming a bit sore after all that fisting.
John had me kneeling on the carpet as he fucked my face and fed me with his load.
John called for an Uber and left my house. I mounted my toy for another ride. I set it up on the carpet and rode it in front of the mirror, watching my cock cage bounce, I twisted and pulled on my tits until I had yet another “fagasm”.
I amounted and rolled into my back and lifted my legs up. Damn, that rosebud was huge! My cunt lips were practically purple and quite swollen and bruised.
I stumbled into my bed and closed my eyes as the T was wearing off and I did finally get some sleep.
