I was in a mood for some different kind of sex other than penis penetration last weekend. My profile has been on Recon for many years and for many of those years, nothing fruitful had ever come from it. Until recently. Maybe I just wasn’t serious enough about meeting anyone from there in the past, but with more determination, I’ve been fairly successful.
So that is where I went hunting for the type of dominant man I was looking for. What was I looking for? I wanted to be restrained. I wanted my nipples twisted and tortured. I wanted my exposed balls played with (my shaft is caged). I wanted to be fisted and truly gaped. And if the top wanted some oral gratification, I would happily provide it. Like I said, not looking for a vanilla experience.
So the hunt began on a Friday afternoon while I was at work. My thought was I would be more likely to connect with someone in the city than at home outside of the city. Playing favorable percentages would hopefully pay off. A man in his upper 50’s, a true silver daddy was keen to meet. 6 feet of hairy muscle. Thick head of silver hair, and a matching thick beard, his chest covered in thick silver and dark fur, a man who spent many years at the gym working on his body. Blue piercing eyes. He requested I refer to him as Sir Tony. I had no problem with that.
Sir Tony proposed we meet at a bar nearby my office before agreeing to play with me. I get it, a scene like we were discussing via text would only work if there was some trust and chemistry, and better to discover if it exists before anyone is placed in an uncomfortable situation.
So, I excitedly shut down my laptop for the weekend and shoved it into my backpack and made my way over to the bar…a gay bar, of course. Sir Tony was already there. He looked more intimidating in person than on my screen. I failed to mention, he was 240lbs. (109 kilos) of bulky muscle. He was talking to the bartender with an IPA-beer in his hand.
I timidly approached the empty bar stool next to him.
“Hello Sir”, I said softly.
“What did you say, boy?”
“Hello Sir”, I said after clearing my throat.
“That’s better. Hello boy, have a seat. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a Heineken, please, Sir.”
“You heard ‘em, Brad, get the boy a Heineken.”, he said to the bartender. “Figures you’d drink that fag beer. No real man I know wouldn’t even think of it. Well, let me get a good look at ya. Stand up.”
I stood up.
“You might have shitty taste in beer, but you do have a nice tight body. You a runner or something?”
“Yes”
“I like lean boys. Very nice. You must have a great ass then, turn around and let me see it.”
I turned around.
“Come closer and bend over”
Sir Tony gave it a hefty swat with his large hand and then grabbed onto some flesh over my pants.
“Very, very good. I do like a nice pert ass with some meat on it. Ok, you can sit down now, you passed the first test.”
I sat down and quickly took a swig of beer. I was so nervous meeting this man who exuded masculinity and demanded nothing but respect.
“So, you lookin’ to get a little rough this weekend, huh? You done this before, boy?”
“Yes Sir. I have.”
Sir Tony looked me in the eyes and then looked me up and down.
“Yeah, I could tell. You office boys look so innocent, bet you’re a kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Yeah, I know you are. So you think you could take this fist?, Sir Tony asked.
“Yes Sir. I can.”
“Really? Tell me more.”
“I take doubles, Sir. My hole can handle it.”
“Is that right? We’ll have to see about that. Were you partying when you took those doubles?”
“Sometimes, I don’t want to lie, Sir.”
“A kinky party boy. You look the type. You could be a lot of fun. Lift up your shirt for me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter! Do it! You’re in a gay bar for fucks sake! In fact, just take it off and give it to me. I’ll give it back when you’ve earned it, boy!”
I lifted the hem of my polo shirt over my head and handed it to Sir Tony. I use hair removal product on my chest and trim my pits just about once a week. Not that I am extremely hairy, but I prefer a smooth look, and there is better visibility of my tattoos which cover my torso.
Sir Tony reached over and twisted my left tit which caused me to rise up from the bar stool. Then the other hand reached for the other tit and he twisted both…hard. I flinched a little, but I could handle it.
“You have some nice titties to play with, boy. Nice hard nipples, perfect to really have some fun. You like clamps on your titties, boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I thought so. Well, you’re in luck. I just happen to have some in my front pocket.”
Before I registered what was about to happen, Sir Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out alligator clamps connected by a silver chain. He pinched my left nipple and applied one. It bit hard. Then the other, and the heavy weighted chain connected to each nipple clamp pulled them both downward. A dull ache ensued.
“There. That’s better, boy, don’t you think?”
“Yes Sir.”
I took a bigger swig of beer, trying to ignore the ache.
“Let’s see what you can handle, boy.”
Sir Tony’s fingers reached for the center of the dangling chain and yanked down on it, causing my nipples to pull from my body.
“Open your mouth, boy.”
Sir Tony placed the chain in my mouth.
“Close it and raise your head up toward the ceiling. I wanna see those titties stretch!”
I did it and it was a bit humiliating to do this while sitting at the bar in front of other gay men. There were a couple looking directly at me so I didn’t want to defy the order and make a scene.
“Ok, you can lower your head and drop the chain. You did real good, boy. Very good.”
Sir Tony ordered a second round for both of us, and his fingers reached under the waistband of my jockstrap.
“Do you wear a jockstrap everyday to work, kinky motherfucker?”
“Yes Sir”
“Yeah, that’s very sexy.”
His finger traveled further south, towards my assring.
“Sit up for a second, let me get a feel for your hole, boy.”
I pushed my ass off the stool for a second so Sir Tony’s finger could easily access my butt hole and felt him circling it round and round.
“You like that, huh, boy? You like me playing with your hole?”
“Yes Sir.”
“You’re gonna take all my fingers in your pig hole, boy?”
“Yes Sir”
“Yeah, I’m really looking forward to playing with you. You got plans tonight, boy?”
“No Sir.”
“Good. Here’s what I want you to do. We’re going to finish these beers and you’re going to go home and get yourself ready for me. Come to my place at 10 tonight. I’m definitely gonna take good care of you.”
“Yes Sir.”
“Your cock still locked up, boy?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good, very, very good. Leave the key at home. You won’t be needing it. You think you can handle me punching your balls?”
“Yes Sir”
“We will see tonight, won’t we, boy.”
“Yes Sir”
“Bring poppers or anything else you think you need. If you have lube, bring it. I have some, but maybe not enough for what I have planned for you.”
“Yes Sir.”
Sir Tony finally took the clamps off and then he rolled my nipples between his fingers before pinching both …hard. I let out a soft yelp.
“Good boy, wait until tonight, I’ll really give you something to scream about. That’s a promise.”
Sir Tony punched his address into my phone and wouldn’t let me pay for my beers. He told me to go home and he was going to hang out at the bar a bit longer.
I went home giddy like a school girl. It was only 7pm so there was plenty of time to prepare myself for an evening of FFun.
I took my time cleaning myself inside and out, making sure I was squeaky clean for a long night of having my insides wrecked beyond recognition.
About 9:30 or so I gave myself a little booty bump and took a few crystals with me in a tiny plastic baggie, just in case reinforcement was needed. Having done that, before calling for a Lyft driver I found one of my favorite butt plugs because the itch needed scratching, and I shoved it right up my ass.
My attire for the evening included a black leather harness and black leather shorts with red piping that had a zipper in the back. Red Nasty Pig knee socks, black boots and a black leather cap that said “boy” on the front of it. Of course for the Lyft driver I pulled on a black v-neck and khaki shorts, but I did keep the cap and the socks on, so there was no hiding behind any false pretense that I was making a friendly social call.
If the driver was bothered at all by my state of dress, he sure didn’t show it. I was just one ride of many for him that evening, and I did my well best to cover up for the fact I had a massive toy up my ass and I was getting higher by the second. I find when you give a big tip, that helps to alleviate any concern by the driver.
I walked rather gingerly from the car to Sir Tony’s front door because I didn’t want that plug to fall out in the middle of the street. He was 20 or so minutes away from downtown so it wasn’t too bad of a drive. I should add that every bump in the road created a wonderful thrill for me. I managed to walk up to the front door and rang the doorbell. It was one of those that attached to a camera, so he’d know it was me.
Sir Tony came to the door wearing a black harness over his chest and black leather chaps, black boots. There was a black leather armband wrapped around his right ripped bicep.
“Come in, boy.”, he said with a menacing smile.
I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. The tension in the air was palpable. I could feel my pits getting wet.
“Strip!”, obviously not in the mood for chit chat.
I pulled the v-neck over my head and pulled my loose shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them.
Sir Tony circled me and when he noticed the base of the plug up my ass he approached me.
“I see you already got started, boy.”, he said in my left ear.
“Yes Sir”
“Did I say anything to you about coming to my home with a plug up your ass?”
“No Sir”
“That’s right, I didn’t. So why did you do it?”
“My hole was hungry, Sir.”
“Your hole was hungry. Why’s that? What made your hole so hungry?”
Sir Tony’s hand was all over my ass while having this conversation. His massive hand caressed my flanks, carefully avoiding the round base of the butt plug.
“I…I…ummm…”
“Spit it out, boy!”
“I gave myself a booty bump, Sir!”
“You did, did you? I bet if I were to rip this plug right out of your ass right now I’d be able to shove my fist inside it. Should we try it, boy?”
“If it pleases you, Sir.”
“I like hearing that. I better keep hearing that all night, boy, because I’m going to do exactly what pleases me. You understand me, boy?”
“Yes Sir!”
“I know you do, kinky motherfucker, showing up to my house with a caged cock and butt plug up your ass! You know, I was going to take my time with you tonight, nice and slow, but not anymore. Follow me, boy!”
I took my little sack of poppers and other favors and followed Sir Tony further down the corridor to a door that lead down to the cellar. A fully kitted dungeon was on display. A cross, fuck bench, sling, many types of impact play implements hung on the walls, dildos on shelves. I was impressed and in awe.
Sir Tony stood nearby the fuck bench and pulled his cock from his leather jockstrap. It was fat, at least six inches with a huge silver piercing at the end of it.
“Let’s see if you’re any good at sucking my dick, boy. On your knees right here and show me what you got.”
“Yes Sir”
I was getting so heady by now from the T, but I wasn’t going to refuse him. I loved to suck dick and when I’m high, I have no gag reflex. I was able to open up and swallow the hardening dick meat down the base with no problem. Sir Tony’s hands pressed against each side of my head and he began to pump his dick in and out of my mouth, making sure every inch was swallowed. I had lots of drool pouring down my chin, but that only gave Sir Tony more glide.
When I tried to put my hands on this thighs, they were knocked away.
“Hands behind your back, boy! I’m gonna fuck your face!”
Sir Tony upped the pace and his hands increased the pressure around my skull. I felt Sir Tony’s cock grow even harder.
“I’m gonna feed you now, boy. Ever since I laid eyes on you I wanted to put my cock between those lips and make you eat my cum. Get ready, cocksucker! Here it comes!”
There was a torrent of hot jizz that flooded my mouth and I almost gagged from the unexpected volume, but it nourished me. It tasted like a potent, viscous, salted, bleachy compost. It made my desire to please Sir Tony even more intense.
Once Sir Tony had wiped his cock clean by using the day’s whiskers of my cheeks, he somehow seemed satisfied.
“I always like to start play sessions by giving my boys a tasty treat. You did real good. Now get up off your knees and mount this bench on your back, boy.”
Sir Tony reached up over the bench and pulled down a spreader bar attached to thick rope from the ceiling. That was the first good look I had of the dark tufts of is underarm hair and the first good whiff I inhaled from the effort. It traveled up my nose and through my body, his natural pheromones were definitely affecting me. I could feel my cunt responding to my hyper-aware senses. My ankles were quickly secured into stirrups and my hole was spread wide open when Sir Tony somehow widened them. Then another bar was lowered which fell behind me. That was for my wrists. Sir Tony pulled my arms back back behind me and secured my wrists. I got a good waft of my own pit sweat. I was already smelling pretty rank.
Sir Tony had me immobilized. He stood at the edge of the bench and looked at me, keeping his gaze on mine as his fingers pulled and twisted on my nipples.
“How are these titties feeling, boy? Are they still sore from the clamps?”
“No Sir.”, I lied.
“Not yet, but they will be!”, Sir Tony leaned in and placed my left hard niople in between his teeth and bit down, at first, gentle but then he gradually increased the pressure until I gasped.
Sir Tony reached into the pocket of his leather chaps.
“Remember these. Let’s try them again.”
One and then the other nipple was once again bitten by the alligator clamps. Being high, it actually felt so good.
“Place the chain in your mouth. You know what to do, boy. Let me see how far those titties can stretch. Be careful not to rip them off!”
I did exactly as I was asked and while my head was pointed upward toward the ceiling, Sir Tony yanked the plug right out of my asshole. It had been there almost an hour. I let out a shriek as it popped out, I felt my hole convulsing and I heard it squelching. My eyes were widened as I continued stretching my own tits.
I felt Sir Tony uncover my locked cock by pushing the pouch to the side and his hands grabbed my covered shaft.
“I figured your useless dick would be about this size. If I had a little dick like this I’d keep it covered, too. It’s an embarrassment, boy. What is it, three, four inches if I was being generous?”
I couldn’t answer him without dropping the chain in my teeth.
“Umm hmmm”, I said.
“Even you think your cock is good for nothing. That’s why you keep it locked up, is that right, boy?”
I didn’t say anything. I’d been humiliated by enough men in my life about the lack of size of my dick, but somehow it turned me on.
I went for another tit stretch by raising my head up higher and when I wasn’t expecting it, Sir Tony’s knuckles punched my ball sack.
“Uuuuuggghh”, I cried and the chain fell out of my mouth.
“Yeah, put that chain back in your mouth, boy! Let me see your nubs stretch again while I give your balls what they deserve.”
Sir Tony walked away for a second but came right back. One hand pulled my balls downward and then it felt like a ruler or some piece of wood that crashed down on them. Repeatedly, I took it. My eyes teared from the beauty of the pain. I was nearing nirvana feeling my balls tortured.
Sir Tony paused, and said I could release the chain from my mouth.
He returned with a maniacal look in his eye.
“You ever have your balls crushed, boy?”
“No Sir”, I whispered. I had dry mouth at this point.
“Well good, now you will!”, he said and laughed.
Sir Tony placed my nuts in a metal vice-like device and tightened the screws around it. As the tension increased I felt my balls getting smushed. One screw at a time, Sir Tony would occasionally look up at me to see how I was handling it.
“More boy?”
I nodded my head, “Yes please, Sir”, I said in a high pitched voice.
“Yeah, ok, I’m happy to make it tighter, boy.”
Sir Tony did one big turn for each of the 4 screws, a complete and full rotation and holy fuck, now my balls were truly being crushed. When he finished turning the last screw, one hand pulled down on the contraption while the other pulled down on the chain of the tit clamps.
“Ahhhhhhh!”, I shrieked.
The man was truly sadistic and I was truly out of my right mind…and I loved him for it.
Sir Tony let go after a few more seconds of gorgeous agony. I was seeing white light under my eyes!
“Alright, now we’re ready to take care of that hungry hole of yours. You fucking earned it, fucker! You bring more T?”
“Yes Sir. It’s in my bag”, which I’d left by the basement door.
“I’ll go get it and make you a good bump. I’m gonna turn you into my hand puppet. I can hardly wait!”
Sir Tony returned after a few minutes with a little shot glass with a bit of water and dissolved Tina, and a small dispenser which I had in my bag. Then he released my hands.
“You can reach your poppers when you need them.”, he left the bottle of IronFist on my chest.
Sir Tony smothered the dispenser with the Elbow Grease I had taken with me and with his fingers in a duck-bill position, wormed his way inside with that dispenser getting in almost to his wrist and depressed the top, sending a sharp tingle inside my body.
Then he pulled out and rubbed my thighs.
“Maybe I should put you in the sling before we really get started.”
Sir Tony released my ankles.
“You need help getting up, boy?”
“Yes, please Sir.”
My legs felt wobbly and I was definitely off balance. I placed the poppers in my hand and Sir Tony walked me over to the sling and helped me get in it, making sure none of that precious chemical spilled out of my butt. There was a pillow at the top of the sling for my head placed there. Sir Tony set the stirrups nice and high for my feet and made sure I was settled in for an out of this world experience. My nipples were still clamped and my balls were still in the vice, almost numb at this point.
However, with a second helping of chemical assistance, I was feeling no pain whatsoever.
I could feel my soul lifting out of my body as I watched Sir Tony coat his fists and forearms with lots of grease.
“Popper up, boy, I’m going in!”
I took two very big hits in each nostril and held onto the bottle for dear life.
I laid back, closed my eyes and saw magical colors appear like a kaleidoscope. Sir Tony pushed his entire closed fist right up my butt, pushing right past my open ring, like a knife gliding through butter. My hole was elastic, no give whatsoever. The sensation was perfect.
“You just took my entire forearm, fucker!”, he shouted.
You know what I said in return?
“Please! More! Give me the other one! I need it!”
My cunt was so hungry I was out of my mind with greed.
“Are you sure?”, he asked.
“Please! Oh yes, please!”, I begged.
Sir Tony pulled his forearm out of my ass completely. I watched him with so much desperation to get back inside me. He only took a few seconds to grease up both his forearms very liberally.
I took several deep draws from the big brown bottle I had been clutching, threw my hands back behind my head and really let myself go.
I felt some slight pressure at the entrance to my cunt tunnel, then I could feel my cunt lips spreading wide, really stretching like rubber, and I could then feel the nerve endings of my body come alive as I was filled to capacity. Two forearms one next to the other led by two large knuckled mitts opening my colon, passing through both rings with such grace and ease. I felt gloriously stuffed.
“Oh my god, yes! Oh fuck! This feels so amazing!, I heard myself saying under my breath. That extra dose of T had me flying higher than I ever imagined.
“Oh fuck me! Fuck my faggot cunt, please!”, I insisted.
“Fuck! You’re gonna get it pig! “
I heard Sir Tony growling as he stepped forward, leaning in. He didn’t warm up, I didn’t need it. He was truly gut punching me, jutting his forearms all the way back to my cunt lips and shoving them hard back in, faster, harder, deeper…my eyes rolled and I swear it was better than any sex I’d ever had in all of my years of life. I thought I’d felt nirvana before, but truly that was not even close to what I was experiencing right then and there.
“You like that, faggot?”
“I’m a fucking faggot! I’m a fucking faggot!”, I repeated like a mantra as Sir Tony double guy punched me.
I felt myself involuntarily slithering down the sling, my legs opened wider, my cunt frantically devoured Sir Tony’s upper limbs wanting more. Needing more.
“Fuck your cunt is craving more!”
“Yes! I need it! Open my fucking cunt!”, I agreed and demanded.
I noticed Sir Tony searching around his vicinity for something, and when he spotted it, one of his two forearms dislodged from inside me. He lowered himself and reached towards the ground and picked up a large toy that was about a foot in length and was yam-shaped. The tip was dipped in grease and unceremoniously shoved right up my ass along side the other forearm. The entire operation took less time than the time it took for you to read about it.
“We’re gonna feed that greedy cunt of yours , faggot. Popper up!”
I took a couple more hits and then I felt Sir Tony’s fingers circling around my stretched cunt lips searching for an opening…and they found one because…well…we all know why. I could feel my cunt once again gaping out, feeling how it reacted to this new invasion…four fingers, a forearm, and a fully inserted sex toy…and I reached down to Sir Tony’s hand, and encouraged him to shove it inside me.
“Just put it in! Give it to me, Sir!”
Sir Tony’s evil grin followed and then his thumb tucked under those four fingers and lodged itself. That sex toy was now sandwiched between his two forearms and for yet another several minutes my eyes went wild with desire as I just laid back and let Sir Tony rearrange my insides with the most incredible blowout I may have ever had. I was not only seeing stars, but the moon and planet Euphoria, too. It was simply several minutes of complete and utter glory. The fact that my nipples were still clamped and my balls were badly crushed only enhanced my senses. As it now several weeks later, I still jerk off to this incredible memory of turning my cunt over to Sir Tony and how unbelievable it was to watch myself getting literally stuffed in the overhead mirror.
Eventually, the toy had somehow fallen out of me and what was left were Sir Tony’s forearms up to his elbows. Sir Tony studied my face before calculating his next move.
“You still with me, fucker?”
“Yessssir”, I slurred somewhat incoherently.
“Need a break or you want more?”
“I’mmmmm goooood”, I heard myself say softly.
“Yeah, you’re pretty fucked up pig. You want me to go deeper?”
“Yessss”
Sir Tony pulled both his arms out. He wiped his hands with a towel and before going any further, he removed the clamps from my nipples and the vice from my balls. Then he got us both some water.
“Let’s get you on the bed.”, he said as he fumbled around with the glass pipe on his nightstand.
Before lighting it, he helped me out of the sling and laid me on my back.
I was still full of adrenaline and the endorphins were running wild.
Sir Tony lit his torch and placed it under the pipe and took a deep hit. He reached down to my gaping cunt hole and blew smoke inside it. Then he took another hit and blew it directly into my mouth, and then I took a hit and blew it back in his mouth.
That was just enough to get us both back into the right headspace for more fisting fun.
“Get that ass in the air and give me that fucking cunt”, he commanded.
I managed to get on all 4’s. Sir Tony put the poppers back in my hand. Then I heard him creaming up his arm. He shoved a tube up my ass and dispersed more x-lube to go along with the fisting cream. I felt a bit like a birthing cow than a human being, but probably it would be more accurate to describe myself as a sow.
“Go on, popper up now, fucker. I’m going in.”
I inhaled like my life depended on it. Multiple deep hits until I was gooning out big time.
Sir Tony’s closed knuckle sandwich penetrated right past my broken cunt opening, past the wrist half way up to his elbow. All of the nerves in my tunnel were once again alive and kicking.
“Ohhhh yesssss”, I hissed in glee.
I smiled when Sir Tony readjusted his position, pushing his forearm in deeper, slowly, gradually until I’d swallowed his elbow.
“More poppers, faggot! You can take more!”
I did as I was asked, dropped the bottle, and reached my hands back to spread my cheeks further apart. It was an invitation into my personal abyss. Sir Tony twisted his arm side to side, looking for the opening to push deeper. Once he’d found it, his arm was so slick it just slipped down to his bicep. I was once again feeling the stretch, but this time, accompanied by depth.
“Ohhhh yessss, that feels so fucking amazing! Stretch my fucking faggot cunt open!”, I shouted.
“Yeah, I am!”
Sir Tony threw the gas mask at me and a cotton ball. He paused for me to prepare it, get it over my head and secure it. Then the fumes filled my nostrils and I was getting even more fucked up. My hole gave way so easily, now I was at the thickest part of his bulging bicep. I thought I was going to pass out so I pushed the mask off, but the chemicals were still doing their magic and I groaned all the way through taking Sir Tony’s full arm to his shoulder.
“Fuck! Fuck! You’re taking my whole arm! Fuck yeah!”
Sir Tony pulled his arm back, all the way to his fist and pushed back inside. Slowly. I knew that Sir Tony was about to fuck my cunt with his entire arm. I needed an extra something to get me through it so I sprayed some poppers onto a cloth and fuck that frozen chemical made my heart race, but it also allowed Sir Tony to give me the deep, full arm fuck of the century. Piss was flowing out of my cage and all over the play sheets. If this is what rapture is supposed to feel like, I was all in and will forever be. Sir Tony’s muscled arm cored me out from fist to shoulder. If there was anyone there to witness this spectacle they would have thought I was insane. Who in his right mind can take an entire arm up his ass? At that moment, it was me, and Nate Grimes, that’s who.
I was so spun I was drooling on the sheets. I remember hearing myself humming and my entire body was still tingling. My mind drifted out of my body as my carcass laid there like a slab of beef. The short break was short lived. I felt a warm sensation filling me and my stomach was slightly bloated. I turned my head around and saw Sir Tony behind me. It was obvious he was pissing inside of me. T-infused urine probably was not a good idea looking back all this time later, but in the moment, it just felt right.
Sir Tony groaned as he relieved himself and claimed me as his personal urinal. When he pulled out a big gush of piss sprayed right out of my helpless cunt hole. My gape had no chance of sealing to retain all of that liquid.
“Fuck! Your hole is obscene. Push it out. Let me see your rosebud fucker!”, Sir Tony commanded as he smacked my ass.
I tried. I was so far gone any effort on my part was a chore. I closed my eyes and pretended I was taking a dump. The result was the release of more piss and a budding rosebud.
Sir Tony smacked me twice more.
“Come on, pig. Show me that rosebud! I know you want to make me happy.”
I grunted and gave it more effort this second time, and I could actually feel my cunt widen and bloom.
Sir Tony shoved his bearded face right into it, his tongue lapping up all of the bright red tissue, making my eyes flutter. Every tongue touch felt like an electric current and my body shook deliciously.
Sir Tony munched out on my poking butt hole for what seemed like an eternity but probably was no more than ten minutes. I reached back with both hands and pushed his face inside, I needed something substantial back inside my ass. I was so hungry and insatiable.
Sir Tony must have sensed my desperation.
He wiped the slop from his face with a towel and as he was readying his forearms for more butt destruction, he let me know exactly what was going to happen.
“I’m gonna fucking really wreck your cunt now faggot. I’m gonna put both my fucking fists in that ravenous cunt! Fucking blow it out! That’s what you want, isn’t it faggot? You want me to rearrange your fucking guts?”
“Yes! Fuuucckkk yesss!”
“Put that fucking mask on, fucker! Get yourself all fucked up as best as you can because you’re going to fucking need it!”
By then the chemically injected urine had taken effect and I was still very, very high from two booty bumps. I placed the mask over my face, splayed my arms out above me, pushed my ass up high and just let myself go. The fumes flowing through my nostrils were still very potent and it only took a couple of seconds for them to take hold.
Sir Tony’s closed fists punched their way inside of me, side by side. My cunt lips were wrapped around them. Sir Tony rose up to one knee behind me and I heard him growling as his doubled fists jabbed and jutted fasted and faster, only going past his wrist, all the way in and all the way out, punching harder and harder. I was in outer space when I pushed the mask off of my face and pushed my hips back, accepting those brutal punches. Then Sir Tony left one inserted while the other continued punching, then he reversed, then it was left, right, left, right, handballing me insanely, finishing the sequence with a double barreled annihilation
I was completely out of breath. My hole was squelching, convulsing, dripping…ruined. More piss flew out of my cage and on the already soaked rubber sheet.
Sir Tony’s sweaty, hairy chest fell on my back. I could feel his heart beating rapidly. His breath blew on my shoulder blade.
“Fuck! Your cunt is unbelievable. You’re wearing me out. I need to take a break, but don’t worry faggot, I got you.”
Before rolling into his back, Sir Tony shoved a large toy up my ass to keep it gaped while we took an intermission.
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