HypnoFFist

I’d been chatting with a fisting top on my favorite site for a number of weeks. He’d say things like “I hope you’re ready for a long and intense journey”, and “I’ll take you to the stars which starts the crescendo as your horizons expand ending in days of quivering and shaking”. Of course, I thought it was all talk, easy to say things online, right? 

Well, our schedules finally coordinated and I decided to give my hole over to this amazing man. Let me describe him…older than myself in his mid 60’s, this Dom Top man was 6’2”, 190, full grey beard, bald, fairly hairy, and in incredibly great shape with biceps that popped and pecs that screamed of superiority. He described his fists as extra large, which did intimidate me, but I trusted him enough to give it a try.

I thought to myself this man looks so tough on the outside, how could he possibly relax me enough that I wouldn’t even know his fist entered past my assring? That’s when he brought up the topic of hypnosis. I’d never done this before, but have heard of others talk about it, and have heard on some podcasts re: gay sex where this has been openly discussed in a positive way.  I’m pretty much a control freak, so the idea of being hypnotized just seemed unattainable to me.

So that is a little of the backdrop of how this encounter had been framed…I reluctantly agreed to hypnosis and agreed to meet him, not really expecting it would actually work. Most of the time when things get hyped too much online, the reality doesn’t meet the expectation. In this case, I was dead wrong!

It was a Fri night. We agreed I’d come to his place at 10pm for a late night session. I had worked that day, but when I came home, I began to prepare by doing some deep douching. I shaved down my hole, balls, pubes, pits, and chest, swallowed some powerful gummies, and began to play with some of my toys to get a little loosened up before the main event.

I gathered up some things to take along with me: gas mask, Large bottle of Blue Boy, spray bottle of Max Impact and a rag. I wore a red & black leather jockstrap and matching armband to wear on my bicep, red tube socks, black harness, and black boots…I looked right out of central casting for a Falcon fetish shoot!

When the time was right, I called for a Lyft and made my way to his place which wasn’t too far. He lived in a newly constructed 3 bedroom home, his basement had been described to me as his “lair”, and the pictures were incredibly enticing, many impact play instruments hung on a wall, a sling, a fuck bench, a cross, hooks on walls, ceiling, floor, shelves of toys, etc. this guy is hard core!

So, I arrive to his home and he’s in leather chaps, no shirt, harness, black leather cap…he looks to me like a Tom of Finland model. He gives me a great big hug and I feel the warmth, but the hardness, of his hairy chest, then he lifts my chin upward and begins to make out with me, sticking his tongue between my lips. I feel the course hairs of his beard against mine, the friction creating electric sparks.

That was a most amazing greeting! 

“Come, follow me and see what awaits.”

He sounded like Mr. Roarke and I was in Ffantasy Island!

I followed him downstairs to his “lair”. We made out more and he noticed me staring at his wall of floggers, whips, paddles, straps, and canes. “That’s not for tonight. Tonight we’re going to make you relax and feel good. We can always restrain you another time if you like.”

He was right. Somehow the appeal of being flogged, which I do enjoy, didn’t feel right for what was on the menu tonight. 

I laid out my things on a side table next to the sling so they would be readily available when needed.  I should mention, piped into the room was this hypnotic, low volume music, a little more intense than the light waves you may hear when receiving a massage. This music seemed to have a heartbeat-like thumping over other instrumental arrangements. The lighting in the room was dimmed, and there were red lights overhead. Yes, now I felt like I was on an actual Falcon studio set!

Master Steve, as he commanded me to call him prior to our meeting, placed his large hand on the sling and invited me to lay back. There was a pillow for my head. That’s when Master Steve began to speak loud enough for me to hear him over the music, but gently enough to relax me, always making sure my eyes never left his, massaging my chest, my thighs, loosening me up. This went on for maybe 30 or more minutes. I felt like I was melting into the sling, somewhat helpless as my body went limp to his touch.  I almost fell asleep.

I was awakened when I felt his hands spread my globes and his tongue lapping in my crack. I moaned and felt the soft tissue of my anus just moving around elastically, so soft and pliable. His tongue sent shivers down my spine and when it finally entered my ring, I almost cried. I could feel his coarse beard hairs scraping my ass. It was as if every nerve ending was lighting up to his touches.  

I was literally putty in his hands now after 1 hour or so laying back in that sling. I couldn’t move a muscle, I was just literally laying back as deep pleasure waves passed through my body. 

“Go on boy, hit your poppers if you like.” His deep voice blending into the atmosphere, like it was deliberately pitched and toned to coax me to his commands but not forceful to break the calm. 

I reached for the brown bottle, looked into his eyes, opened the bottle and took two deep hits before passing it over to him. He placed it back on the side table and pulled over a stool. He’d been on his knees the entire hour just working over my manhole with his mouth.  He resumed munching away at my hole and then I felt a couple of fingers slipping inside. Was like a knife through soft butter, no resistance on my end. In fact the thickness of his digits felt magnificent. My pussy was eating them up!

Maybe 20-25 minutes later…”Boy, let’s see you with your mask on.”

Again, a flat calming tone, not a total demand, and not a suggestion. The words landing in my brain and I followed not wanting to break the moment. I’d prepared the mask prior to mounting the sling. I’m sure those cotton balls in the canister had lots of time to marinate. I reached over to grab the mask, and tightened it around my face. I took several deep breaths, the powerful fresh poppers quickly taking effect. With each inhale, I could feel my hole open further, more fingers pushing further….wait they weren’t fingers, they were knuckles, and I didn’t care one bit. They were gliding, I didn’t it even notice he’d been pushing cream up my butt all this time. 

I removed the mask and I felt a wild rush that only a mask can provide. Staring into Master Steve’s eyes again, his fist already inside up to his wrist. I was so in the moment, I just let it sit there. I could feel my hole convulsing slightly around his meaty fist. 

“Relax my boy. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.”

I clasped my hands behind the back of my head and closed my eyes. I felt like my body was floating away, his fist slowly moving back and forth, gently. I may have been humming or something, I am not sure but I’d not felt this kind of high in awhile, and magical it was.

He pulled his forearm out and showed me the line where the grease has formed…he’d gone almost to the thickest part of his forearm. He recoated his entire forearm with another thick layer of lube (a blend of Crisco and coconut oil and lavender), and then said, “you want me back inside you, don’t you, boy? Go on then, put on your mask for me.”

I  always careful with the mask making sure that enough time has passed before using it again. It had been almost an hour since the first use, so I did as told and placed it around my head once again. Through the eye holes, I could see above me in the mirror as he placed his closed fist at my entrance, now standing up, and pushed inside to his elbow now, as the overwhelming fumes worked their special powers to facilitate this.  As I removed the mask, Master Steve began to slowly forearm fuck my gaping pussy. Pulling all the way out, and pushing all the way back inside, without hesitation, until his elbow stretched my pussy lips wide open. It was amazing to me how I’d opened up so easily!

”You have an incredible hole, boy. So beautiful how it opens up for me.  Mmmmmm sooooo good. How do you feel, boy? You want more?”

”Ahhhhh fuck yes, Master. Ooohhhh this is soooo good. Please Master don’t stop!”

”Take another hit for me, son.”

That was the first time his voice raised in tone, and it startled me. Well into our 3rd hour now, his dominant nature surfaced. And I liked it!

Never leaving his gaze as I took those hits, his head nodding in approval, he began to use both his forearms now, one at a time, going elbow deep, a little harder and faster then he’d done before. The pressure on my bladder was building. 

“Oh Master, I’m gonna piss.” I moaned loudly.

Master pulled his arm out of me and yanked off my leather jockstrap and then resumed, telling me to take another hit!

I fell back into the sling with that hit, feeling my hole get obliterated, continuously hitting in the spot that eventually lead to me pissing onto my stomach, and then Master placed his mouth over my flaccid dick and drank the rest as it spittled out of my slit.

Master Steve pulled his arm out again and I could now see both his arms fully coated in lube and clumps of Crisco all over his arm hair. 

We took a short water break and my head was absolutely spinning. Master Steve wanted to be sure I was alright before we did anything more. I was a little more present at this time, the gummies probably fading, but still, very much relaxed. My hole was throbbing, not in a bad way, but in that way that it wanted more attention.

Master Steve wiped the grease away from my ass with a warm wet cloth and had me mount the fuck bench. He raised it so I was high off the floor, as I laid on my chest, he secured my ankles into the shackles on each side but allowed my wrists to remain unshackled. Then he brought the poppers gear close to me so I could reach., and we began the entire process again. 

Master Steve once again munching my now gaping hole as I pushed out a decent rosebud, his fingers working inside me, slowly….only this time, things were accelerating. My hole was opened as wide as a tunnel now.  I let the thud of the music and Master Steve’s fingers bring me back to the trance, his relaxing words also helping to get me there once again.

”Boy, let’s try your spray.” I heard him say, barely, since my eyes were closed and it was pushing past 2am.  But I did it. I reached over and sprayed some into the rag first inhaling the fumes off it, then placing it into my mouth. Holy fuck! I completely lost all control as the inhalant filled  me and my heart beat increased. I felt Master’s entire fist punching my hole out like a punching bag!  My cock, pressing between my stomach and the bench began to emit warm goo as I felt it sticking to the surface. After a good 15-20 punches the feeling had subsided slightly, but my loose hole felt like the center of my universe now. I reached behind me and pried my ass open inviting Master Steve to do further damage! 

“That’s it my boy! Now that cunt is mine! Put your mask on, boy!”

Master Steve removed the ankle shackles and flipped me onto my back. I placed the mask around my head and then held my legs open and back, pushing my asshole upward for him to thoroughly annihilate it!

I was on deep breath number three or four when I felt his second hand pry open my hole around his left fist. Surprisingly, my rubbery butthole found a new level of pliability, and allowed for this second hand to slip through. I’d really gone to the edge with the mask and moved to flip it off my face, and once again held my ankles up and high, Master Steve slowly moving his hands inside me, twisting them side to side to loosen the skin folds and my hole now completely dilated. 

This time I wasn’t asked, I reached over for the brown bottle and the rush that ensued was properly enhanced by a double fisted blow out of my ass ring. After a few punches, Master Steve yanked them out and my rose began to bloom uncontrollably, and more clear cum spewed out of my balls and onto my pelvis. I scooped some into my fingers and licked it all off. 

Master Steve had me do a few more hits of the poppers, each time double fisting that wrecked cunt  hole to the point where I cried out and had an out of this world assgasm, my cum flying out of my now hard cock landing all over the floor and me, and Master Steve’s chest. 

My head rang, I was dizzy, breathless. Master had pulled both fists out of my beaten up cave of a hole.. I felt like a complete mess! I lay on the fuck bench, body slack, feeling tingles everywhere. Again, floating into an abyss, melting into the bench, like a dead weight. 

Master stood up and leaned down onto me, the heaviness of his weight pressing into me, the sweat of his hairy body heating mine up even more, and he kissed me again, telling me that I just blew his mind, that he’d never seen anyone cum that hard from being fisted before, how damn sexy he thought I was, how he loved my pussy, loved wrecking my cunt…I just laid there and listened, as I felt like I just couldn’t move. My hole was quaking and quivering, he was not wrong about that.

Then Master Steve pried himself off of me and grabbed that cloth and stepped into the bathroom to warm it under the water and he pressed it onto my smooth ass and cleaned it off with a gentle touch. 

Then he gave me his hand and helped me to my feet and onto the stool until I felt good enough to stand on my own. 

Come on, boy, let’s go to bed.”

His bedroom was huge. A king-sized 4 post bed in the center of the room with a red summer weight comforter and fluffy pillows looked so inviting.  He spooned me  naked and we fell into a very deep sleep, now almost 4:30 in the morning.

We awoke at almost noon the sun peaking in through his dark blinds. No more sex, but I did get a shower in and he made us breakfast before driving me home. 

This was fisting on another level for sure, not for the faint of heart. I’d begun my fisting journey over two years ago, and this was definitely the epitome, reaching  the highest high I’ve ever experienced!