What a phenomenal weekend with my fisting friend Steve. I consider him my fisting mentor. When we met four years ago I’d only been able to take four fingers in my ass. With practice, patience, and perseverance, I’ve become a real fisting whore. All of which has been documented through my many fisting stories on this site.
I’ve been telling Steve for months that my fantasy is to become as subhuman as possible, and to just be his “hole”.
Steve was a little hesitant because a responsible top looks for a bottom’s body responses in order to determine how things are going. Too rough, too soft, too deep, etc.. After a long discussion, I convinced Steve that he was the only man on earth I trusted to make my wish come true.
I’d been fantasizing a lot about wearing just a latex body suit with an open ass slit and holes for my nose so I could either wear a gas mask or sniff poppers. I also wanted to be completely sightless and wear ear buds to pump in Hunger FF’s fisting play list. And…yes, I did want a booty bump, too. Steve is the only person I really trust implicitly to give up complete control in this way.
So…we checked our schedules and made it happen just last weekend. I took an Uber to Steve’s place late Friday night and took all of my toys and accessories with me.
Of course I’d douched at home, but I didn’t want change into a latex body suit until I was where I needed to be.
Steve and I talked some over a beer. Then I stripped completely naked, Steve pulled off his shirt.
To get us in the mood, Steve and I blew some clouds and made out some.
He told me to get my suit on and he took several crystals and placed them into a shot glass of water.
When I was fully dressed, we smoked another round of crystals and finished our beers.
“Ok, I think it’s time for you to get in the sling”, Steve said.
I hopped in, Steve helped place the mask over my face and a blindfold. I felt him insert a little lube up my ass with his fingers and then the medicine dropper was inserted deep into my hole. I felt the tingle of the chemicals pass through me. Steve did that twice more to make sure everything from the shot glass was now in my rectum. This was gonna get wild for sure.
As we waited for the chemicals to work their magic, I heard Steve’s movements. Probably he was laying out some toys, putting out some pads, getting the lube ready. He placed the gas mask on my chest and put the bottle of IronFist in my hand.
After 15 minutes or so, Steve placed the headphones over my ears and in a few seconds, the playlist started.
I found myself quickly losing my grasp on reality, and I was feeling like I was floating away.
Steve inserted a big vial of lube inside me and once he’d taken it out, I was desperate to be filled.
Steve didn’t bother to rim me, or finger me, or to slowly work his way into my hole. Instead I felt a closed fist, knuckles first, pass right through me and quickly Steve was wrist deep! My pig hole was ready for it and then some.
I’m sure I was groaning from how amazing that initial pass felt, but I couldn’t hear myself.
What I did was reposition myself so my ass was open wider and I was physically riding Steve’s fist.
I told Steve beforehand I wanted to be destroyed, complete ass annihilation without mercy. I assured him that whatever he would give me, I could handle it. I had provided him complete consent.
I took a bit hit of poppers and hell if I wasn’t flying! Every sense in my body became alive and Steve wasted no time throwing full on closed fist punches right up my pig cunt. My cunt lips parted like the Red Sea, pliable and hungry.
It started with only one fist, but eventually evolved to a left, right, left, right, series of very hard blows, ending with his right fist completely blowing out my pussy lips. It felt like nirvana to me. I was finally feeling like the faggot cunt pig hole I always wanted to be, mentally and physically. I reached down to touch those pussy lips and they were so swollen in only a few minutes.
Steve’s free hand guided my hand back to my nose for another hit of poppers and he rode the wave with me, this time his right forearm punched all the way to his elbow, stretching me with the fattest part of his forearm. Steve’s forearms are not for the faint hearted, he was always a gym rat, so very muscled and thick. The grooves of his corded forearm were adding to the wondrous sensations permeating my body. Steve started a series of full forearm pussy punches, and as the hypnotic beats played in my ear, I was heading in the direction I needed to go, taking me to a deep the level of depravity I often fantasized about when I masturbated. I was reduced to a human punching bag. I wasn’t signaling for Steve to stop. I was getting completely cunt wrecked, and I didn’t want it to end.
I gripped the chains on each side of the sling and pushed myself further down on that forearm and well past the elbow. I was so ravenous and
worked up, Steve just let me keep lowering myself until my cunt swallowed his bicep.
Fucking bliss!
I threw my hands back over my head and let myself go completely. Steve pushed the sling back and soon it was rocking swiftly. My cunt hole was so open and so deep, I was taking full on beyond elbow-depth blows, sending me to another plane, one that made me disconnect from myself. I imagined my body as a giant manhole and a gigantic drill was driving through it.
All of this within twenty minutes! I was just getting started and needed much, much more.
Sensing I was in no way fighting Steve off or holding him back, Steve knew what I desperately needed. Steve could read my body as we’d hooking up many times.
He paused for a moment only to place the gas mask in my hand. I tucked the poppers to my side and fumbled to pull the mask on, and then the headphones over that.
I’d poured a healthy amount of amyl on a cotton ball just before we got started. Once I’d successfully placed the mask over my face and tightened it, the aroma hit me hard. I was now orbiting over the earth, feeling my pig cunt crave more punishment, more of anything, a quench I just can’t even explain.
My cunt was saying everything I couldn’t, Steve was right on it. Two closed fists savagely penetrated it punching through causing bursts of light and colors to appear under the blindfold. I felt like I was in heaven and it felt wonderful.
I had to flip off the mask after some deep, deep hits and Steve didn’t let up. Double full fisted punches opened me up, my pliable tunnel taking them wrist deep, and still I was chasing those fists, wanting them to go deeper, further, harder, more. I was completely out of my mind!
It really was a pity there wasn’t another top with us because I was primed to go for a triple fisting. That said, I did lay out some of my toys for Steve to use on me. I had a 12 inch toy with a series of nubs that widened at each interval, widest at the base. I was coming down from the gas mask high, Steve pulled one of his fists out and I felt him insert that toy over his still embedded fist. I can’t find words to describe the sheer joy as he slowly wormed and twisted it inch by inch inside my cored out hole.
Once it fully inserted all the way to its base, Steve’s free hand tapped my wrist, signaling for me to popper up. I put the mask back on and once again I was transformed into another life form. It felt supernatural when Steve’s fingers pried into my manhole of a cunt, the music pounding in my ears, illuminations of colorful spheres under my fluttering eye lids. I wanted to scream out, “more! Please more!”, and maybe I did, or maybe I didn’t, but soon I felt the pussy walls expanding, four fingers stretching, pulling, prying their way inside, wanting to find a comfortable opening to join the other fist and the toy.
The mask worked miracles and with a few final heavy inhales, I threw the mask off, held the chains tightly and pushed myself over Steve’s now closed second fist. This was some deep, deep stretching now, both forearms below and above the toy. Steve’s fingers opened enough to get a good firm grip and then it happened.
Steve dared to go there. True and utter ass destruction ensured. Hard, deep, penetrating punches! I was deliciously delirious. This was an absolute mindfuck! I started pissing inside the latex uncontrollably. My little locked nub lost all bodily control and the velvety warmth soothed me.
It had been just about an hour now and the heavy beats in my ears stopped.
Likely after going this hard for an hour straight had fatigued Steve, and I was slowly recovering from his brutality, that I asked for, that I needed.
Steve slowly pulled one of his fists out of my hole completely, then used that free hand to pull out the toy, and ultimately the second fist. My hole was feeling so empty, and when I reached down to touch it, to feel it, it felt ruined. I loved it!
Steve removed the headphones from my ears and removed the blindfold.
He just looked at my face and smiled, a wicked, evil smile.
“Hey buddy, how you feeling?”
I was so lost, I could barely move my mouth.
“Goood”, I whispered.
“Don’t move. Just stay there while I take a breather.”
A few seconds later, Steve approached me in the sling and said, “let’s keep this cunt nice and open”, and he slid one of my widest new toys, Mr. Hankey’s Butt Bolt XXL. I’d taken it only once before with lots of warming up and lots of poppers, but this time it took little to no effort at all. Steve spun it in me until it was all in and watched me stretch around it, taking my feet out of the stirrups so I could find a way to push my legs back and enjoy the stuffing.
I wasn’t paying all that much attention to Steve. He knew I was chemically induced and incapable of coherent conversation. He sipped on a cold beer and sat on a chair across from the sling watching me pleasuring myself. I was fucking myself with this enormous toy. In my right mind, I’d find it impossible, but I wasn’t in my right mind. I was a gooned out chem filled hole.
Steve eventually forced some water down my throat and I drank it sloppily, spilling some on the latex.
“Damn boy, you stink. Your piss is killing me!”
Steve somehow helped me take the latex suit off and did so with that wide as fuck plug up my swine hole.
Steve took a warm washcloth to my groin and my thighs, cleaning off the drying piss, and he put my latex suit in his tub.
“Do you want to stop?”, I somehow asked in a moment of clarity.
“No, I just needed a break, but I’m good for another round if you want more?””
“Please.”
“I thought you’d say that.”
Steve took a swig of beer and pulled the plug out. Then his fingers explored the perimeter.
“Damn, I really did fuck this hole up! That was unbelievable. I can’t believe you took all those punches!”
“It was wild! Thank you!”
I felt like I had this stupid smile on my face.
“I know what you need.”
Steve got up, set the empty beer bottle down and lit the pipe. Steve knelt under my ass, spread my cheeks in his hands and blew clouds right up and into my wrecked gaping asshole.
Inspired by a fresh round of T, Steve’s mischievous look excited me.
“You ready for more pig?”, he asked.
“Fuck yeah!”
Steve looked like he was contemplating his next move. After about 30 seconds, I watched him take a seat on the floor below the sling. I was feeling no pain but I was still with it enough to realize what Steve was about to do. Steve spread lots of lube all over his left foot.
When he nodded, I took a deep hit of IronFist and he pressed his toes right at my back door. Steve pushed his butt closer and closer as his toes delved deeper. The width of his foot felt just utterly spectacular, awakening all the nerve endings in my cunt.
Steve was gently feeding my pig hole. We’d made it well past the toes by now, two-thirds of his foot had been easy going.
I was still very, very intoxicated, and in this state, limits were not something on my mind. I refreshed my brain with more huffs and demanded, “kick my cunt open man! Beat it up!”
I reached down as far as I could to position Steve’s foot so I could actually sit over it, and he once again, repositioned himself so I could. Once his foot found its way in, I looked down and saw just his ankle. I’d taken my first entire foot!
My hands flew behind my head as I rode the wave of absolute ecstasy, Steve rocked the sling to and fro, my cunt lips parted like butter, and within minutes, Steve literally was kicking my ass, and at the same time, kicking me all the way to moon and beyond! It was exquisite.
I’d closed my eyes and went with it.
And when I thought I hit a peak, I felt something stretching my pig cunt hole even wider! Steve’s fingers from his right hand! He looked like a contortionist down there, flexing his body to both foot fuck me and fist me at the very same time. Steve left his foot inserted as he blew out my pussy and once again I was pissing everywhere. Steve somehow took my penis in his mouth and drank straight from the tap my chemically infused urine.
Two filthy pigs at the height of depravity, not in our right minds in any way shape or form, acting on instinct, experiencing pure joy. This was straight out of my most imaginative of crazy sex fantasies, but here I was and here he was and it was happening. It certainly will be a scene I will remember for the rest of my life, probably to never happen again.
After I had no more piss in my bladder to feed him, Steve pulled his fist out, then his foot.
The slowly took to his feet, leaned on the chains of the sling for support, lubed up his right hand all the way to this elbow, and hammered his way inside.
I took a hit again, Steve paused for ten seconds, and while leaning in to hug me, his right hand delivered severe, devastating, gut rearranging punches, truly obliterating my greedy gape and after I had to beg him to stop, Steve yanked his fist out and the biggest rosebud I ever produced formed.
Steve was enamored by it, he kissed it and blew on it, touched it.
Then he balled his fist up and blew it out again, just as hard, just as deep, just as long, then he yanked it out again…even bigger rosebud bloomed. Twice more and felt like I needed a break.
Steve looked exhausted. I needed to get out of the sling as my legs were starting to cramp.
With deliberate effort to move onto Steve’s bed, we fumbled our way there and dropped like two sacks of meat. Toys, lube, poppers were all within our reach.
Steve might have been tired but he was a great host and said he’d love to rest and watch me go at it myself. Both of us were still wound up from the uppers, so he wasn’t sleepy, just needed to recharge physically. Fist topping is a physical sport, and with Steve being nearly 70, he was pushing himself.
I reached over Steve and my hand connected to my Hydra seahorse dildo. This was pretty thick and long. It actually went in me way too easily.
“Put your fist inside, too!”, Steve demanded. I dipped my hand in the vat of lube and I pressed some of my own fingers inside of my ass. Steve pushed on the base of the toy to keep it in place while my hand explored my hole. I never in my life punched my own hole out, but on this night, I ruined it. I was howling like a monkey, in a drug induced craze, beating up my own guts. I was once again leaking streams of piss on the rubber sheet.
Suddenly, Steve pulled my wrist away.
“Let me back in this pussy!” He demanded.
Steve pulled out the toy, and got into position. I was flipped over so my ass was up and my head was down on a pillow and Steve clasped his hands together into one giant cannonball, and pushed elbow deep and out, deep, long, clamped handed blows that sent stars to my brain. I was incomprehensible, babbling like a fool, my mouth drooling. It was off the charts. I can’t recall I time I was this uninhibited.
When Steve concluded this round, my rosebud once again made an appearance and Steve once again shoved his face into it.
At this point we must have been going five to six hours. Time has a way of escaping when you’re in the heat of this sort of vibe. It was Steve who decided I needed a break.
We laid side by side, I felt like I was still on another life plane, like some apparition, my head was spinning, my body tingled all over. And my cunt, gaped and absolutely destroyed was still throbbing.
I needed to soothe it somehow to make the ache stop.
I took Steve’s hand and had him shove it right back up inside of me.
“Please”, I begged. “Just leave it in there until I fall asleep”.
Steve caressed my shoulder and did as I asked.
I remember nodding off for several hours, and when I awoke, it was nearly noon. The sun was shining brightly and the glare was killing my eyes.
Steve was not in bed. I heard him in the bathroom. By the sound of it, I concluded he was washing the various toys we had used. I was curious to feel my rectum and without looking at it, it was still gaped, lips very swollen, there was no doubt it had taken quite a beating. I was also still a bit high.
Steve finally appeared, wearing black shorts, the toys wrapped in a towel.
“How you doing buddy?”, he asked.
“I feel great. That was a wild night, huh?”
“It was. Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much, you?”
“Definitely. How’s your hole?”
“It feels pretty ravaged, wanna see?”
“I do.”
I flipped onto my stomach.
Steve’s fingers felt around the perimeter of my cunt hole.
“Not too bad. I mean, it definitely looks used, but I thought it was gonna be worse.”
Steve didn’t stop playing in my hole.
“Is it sore?”
“No, not really.”
“You know…I could be up for more if you have no plans today.”
“Really? You sure?”
“Oh yeah, I’m very sure. You know, maybe I could call James and see if he’s available.”
“Yeah”, that would be fun…
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