The Joys of Fisting

A few weeks ago, I reconnected with Paul after a long period of not seeing him. We’d rented a motel room where he transformed me into another dimension through his ability to relax my mind, and my hole, with his fists, all done with the background of the right lighting, and the right soundtrack playing in the background. Every time I think back on this session, my lips form a smile and my cunt shudders. 

So imagine how excited I was to see Paul’s name light up on my phone as it rang. Paul’s a bit old school, he prefers to speak rather than to text. So much easier to state the purpose of the contact and cut to the chase. I’m a big fan of that myself. The bottom line was that Paul had had shared with his good friend, Wyatt, about our hotel ffun, and the two of them were interested to Ffuck me together. In fact, they were hoping I’d be available this upcoming Friday night. While I did have plans to have dinner with a straight female friend that evening, I jumped at the chance to meet up with Paul again. In fact, as we spoke, I began to rub my hole with my fingers over my jeans. We finalized our plans and decided we’d meet around 8pm at Wyatt’s house in the county. 

I’d asked Paul for some details about Wyatt, but he said I’d really like him, and is just have to wait and see and to trust him. This left my mind wandering for a couple of days. I’d imagined him to look like one of the tops in some of the Studfist videos I’ve been watching. Maybe Julian Torres, Apollo, or Johny Walker? I’d watched all three of them destroy manpussies and wished one was mine, often times ending up with a gusher of cum all over my chest. 

Let’s fast forward to the reality of Friday after work.  I’d texted Jace to see if he was back from his trip visiting family. He was, and I asked if I could drop the keys to the chastity lock over to his place on my way to Wyatt’s place, to which he agreed. Jace doesn’t ask too many questions, he waits for me to disclose things, almost like  congressional for which he is most times my judge. In this case, I’d said very little other than I felt the need to get locked up again to start the year off right. He didn’t disagree. We didn’t say anything more, but I wondered now how long I’d be locked up. 

I wanted my dick locked up for this because I’ve found when in chastity, I focus more on the sensations in my fuckhole and not distracted by touching my dick. I also wanted to convey a clear message to Paul and to the stranger, Wyatt, that I was ready to completely submit. That tonight was all about my mancunt and nothing else. 

I shaved my head, pubes, crack, chest, and trimmed my pits. I used the hose on my innards to make sure there would be absolutely no change of unexpected surprises. I put on my buttless, light purple singlet with the white elastic piping, nicely covering my now locked up useless dick. My nipples were hard and projecting through the fabric. I pinched my left nipple with my right hand and noticed it even more now. 

I put some jeans and a sweatshirt on over the singlet, knee-high red tube-socks, and black boots. I added the touch of the red hankie hanging out the back pocket just for ffun. Man, there was no mistaking I was a sub, I certainly looked the part. I also noticed a pronounced bulge in my somewhat tight jeans, the metal cage concealed in them not exactly being kept secret.  It was time to leave. I took a small bag of supplies with me, namely a bottle of Maximum Impact and a bottle of IronFist. Both have been good ffriends to me in the past, and I’m sure they would be tonight. 

I made the 30-minute trek up to Wyatt’s place on a suburban street in the county. I only noticed one car in the driveway, but decided to park in the street. I doubted Paul had arrived just yet but walked up to Wyatt’s house anyhow. I rapped on the door using the knocker hanging in the center of it. I heard footsteps coming closer and the door opened wide. 

And there stood Wyatt. I quickly decided I’d limited my realm of possibilities to StudFist models and should have expended to include Viktor Rom. For those of you not familiar, Viktor is a top dom muscle stud, with dark hair, dark eyes, sometimes bearded sometimes not, beefy, usually smooth chested to show off his tattooed pec, a very thick and long dick and a prominent fister. One of my favorite scenes is of him fisting Devin Franco in front of a bunch of studs as the watch, Viktor really reams Devin’s asshole and the joy in Devin’s eyes is something to behold. So here is Wyatt, wearing an open leather vest and jeans, visible chest and arm tats, a good 6’2” to my 6”, smooth, beefy, close-crop bearded—-somewhat grey, in his 50’s, his thighs almost ripping through the jeans. I notice as he welcomes me inside his rather small hands which do not at all reflect the rest of his body, which as I said, resembles Viktor Rom!

He offers me a seat on the sofa and a cocktail while we talk a little and wait for Paul. Honestly, we didn’t talk very long before he’d sat next to me and we began to make out. I rub my hands all over his smooth chest feeling those powerful pecs and then I moved towards his arms. Soon, he had pulled his jeans down to his ankles and stood in front of me. I went down on his seven inches. His pubes and balls shaved smooth all over. He I pulled on his hard nipples now as he fucked my face. 

My face was wet with lots of spittle and drool when Paul knocked on the door. Wyatt pulled his jeans up just enough to get to the door and didn’t conceal his boner. Paul stated the obvious and said he was glad we didn’t wait for him.  He came to stand next to his friend and they snogged over me while I fellated them. If I recall, Paul and I did not do this so I was enjoying something new with him. 

Paul pulled me up from my knees and then we engaged in a three way suck-face, both began to reach into the gap inside my jeans, each with a from hand cupping a cheek. It felt nice like I was being coveted, at least for that moment. 

Wyatt said, come, let’s go upstairs, I have everything set up in the bedroom.  I followed the men upstairs to the bedroom on the left and saw a canopy bed and somehow a sling hanging about a foot or so above the mattress. There was also two metal pails of j-lube on a little table on the right side of the bed. 

Like we were in a gym locker room, we each began to undress. Both men stripped down to their jockstraps. Paul wore a somewhat plain, black jockstrap which accentuated his ample package. Wyatt had a black and yellow NastyPig jockstrap which I had seen on other men before. Each wore their black leather boots. I stripped down to the singlet and kept my boots on, too. 

I took my spray and brown bottle with me toward the bed. Both men began to kiss me again, each working down to a nipple, and I held onto the backs of their heads as the chewed and hit down on them. I loved the attention. 

Paul placed his hand over my crotch. “Oh nice, can I see? Wyatt, he’s got a cage on under there?” I pulled the fabric off to the side and Paul lifted the metal device covering my shaft in his hand and rigged down on the tiny padlock. “He’s not getting out of this thing tonight, that’s for sure. What a sub slut you are. I love it. Now get on your knees and show us that asshole!” 

At the edge of the bed, I found a spot unencumbered by the sling and Paul placed both hands on my ass cheeks and pushed them apart and then dove head first right into my crack. I began to softly moan feeling that wet tongue teasing my anus like that. His face scratching me. Paul rose up to allow Wyatt a chance to taste me while he disappeared for a minute. I heard Paul setting up some music and lightning before rejoining Wyatt in savoring my pussy juices.

Paul whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to get my hand up in your ass again. You ready? Take a hit, Wyatt’s gonna put his fingers in that hole now. Feel how good Wyatt’s fingers feel in your hole?” 

i moaned as I rode the wave of the initial inhalation. I heard the new bottle “pop” as I opened it and brought my nose down to its opening. Wyatt dipped his entire hand now into the pail and Paul sprayed some maximum impact into a cloth and placed it by my nose as I breathed it in deeply he said, “let Wyatt into your cunt baby, relax, enjoy it, feel Wyatt slip inside you. Your cunt is ready baby. Let it happen.”

I swear is a hypnotist. He had a way of caressing my back and whispering in my ear and I was very calm. My hole was so relaxed, Wyatt’s duck-shaped right hand pushed right inside me, my hole sucked in his wrist so easily. I let out another moan, Paul placed the poppers into my hand and told me to take a hit. I did and I turned my face towards Paul, he was looking into my eyes, seeing the pleasure I was experiencing. I saw Paul turn his attention to Wyatt now, “oh if you could see his face right now. He loves your hand up his butt. How does it feel?”

Wyatt moaned, “what a great pussy. Fucking nice. Mmmm”

Paul looked back at me, want him to fist your hole, baby”? I nodded and took another hit and I began to push my hips back and forth, working my swelling cunt lips over Wyatt’s closed fist now. Feeling his knuckles scrape my guts, expanding my hole ring wider and then pushing down harder each time. I was grunting louder now, too. 

Wyatt’s balled up fist was small compared to some of the meaty paws I’d taken recently. I wondered about taking two. But I dismissed the thought as now Wyatt offered Paul a go at my ass. Wyatt fished his cock out of the jock and held it in front of my face. Instinctually, I opened my my mouth and throated it. It was awesome to have a stiff dick filling my mouth while Paul slowly entered my opening rectum with his closed fist. Ever so slowly I can feel my cunt lips expand over every crevice of his fist. As I held Wyatt’s cock down my throat, Paul finally used a little more force and worked his fist down to the elbow. My hole spasmed over his fist. 

I sprayed more maximum impact into the cloth and sniffed it greedily, feeling my hole beginning to open and push down more on Paul‘s hand. I found Paul’s cock again only this time he was holding my head tightly and face fucking me with it. Paul began to increase the force of his punches, working us all into a frenzy. My cunt was taking it beautifully, I was ready for more. I took another hit off the bottle, turned my head so Paul could see my face when I pushed down hard on his forearm taking several inches of it further inside me. I let out a growl, feeling my hole grow hungrier with every passing second. After the spasm subsided, I pushed myself up by the arms, closed my eyes, and pushed down hard like I was taking a shit. Paul seized the opportunity and punched through my second hole now. That’s what I wanted. I feel my body come alive, every movement more pronounced, every nerve ending stimulated to create a euphoria unmatched.  Wyatt brushed his wet hard cock against my cheek and then pushed it back inside my mouth. Paul began to use his entire forearm now, almost down to the elbow and back down to the wrist and punch fucked my guys, jabbing me with short punches, really giving it to me good. 

Then he pulled his arms out in one quick motion. I felt my hole quivering and the noises of an empty mancunt, lube dribbling out the gape. 

“Come on baby, let’s get you into the sling”. We placed a pillow for my head and Wyatt kneeled in front of me. Paul now at his side. Wyatt coated his right forearm just about up to his elbow. I could see the light coating of dark hair glistening in the light. I took a third hit of the spray poppers and I begged, “come on man, put that fist up my cunt.” I wanted it while I was riding the wave! Wyatt obliged and with a closed fist he punched right up and through. Paul massaged my chest as he watched his friend plug me with his forearm. 

“Oh baby, you’re taking that like a champ. You’re a natural. Your pussy can’t get enough. Look at it go. Your hole is fucking gaping now. Come on Wyatt, give this sun what he came for. Paul shoved the bottle of poppers into my nostrils, told he to inhale deeply. I ended up with two hits with each nostril and the pried open my mouth and had me inhale the fumes. I was moaning in utter ecstasy, then I head him say, “now, do it now”, and I felt Wyatt’s other hand push inside me, his open hand covering his fist as he gently pushed in and out letting my hole adjust to this new invasion. My eyes were bulging wide now, I felt my heart rate increase. 

Paul’s role was now critical for my success. He sensed I was briefly freaking out so he lowered himself so that he could massage my legs and chest and he said, “that’s it baby. Just relax. He gave me another hit, and I felt my hole relax and my body become more limp, and as he continued whispering on my ear I felt Wyatt’s other slippery hand go deeper until my hole expanded and sucked in his wrist. He open hand still now covering his closed fist, but now much more comfortably.  

Paul sprayed the poppers on the cloth again and I pushed them into my nose. I was wild now with a crazy lust and moved my position on the sling just enough so that Paul Wyatt had better access. Unbelievably, Wyatt began to move his arms now in and out of my asshole entirely, my cunt lips opening up so nicely to take his fist and opened hand.  With a final hit of spray I screamed out, “give me both, I want both fist now, give them to me!”

Both men snickered and chuckled, “oh he’s ready, Wyatt, you need to open that cunt up good tonight. Go for it!” The sling was rocking now and Wyatt held his fists out one on top of the other and on the down steam, my hole opened up over both and the force took them both inside, Paul applied lube to Wyatt’s  forearms now and he pushed inside of me further, getting closer to the second hole. I’d never had another double fist me that deep before, but I really, truly, wanted it so badly. I wanted to have this experience. Hitting the spray again, it was involuntary now, I pushed my hole out again and Wyatt punched in, and my hole took care of the rest, sucking both fists into the tiny space of my second hole. My eyes rolled up in the top of my head now and I cried out, “oh my god! Oh fuck! Ohhhh fuck!” This was special, this was amazing. And all I wanted now was to feel those closed fists punching my guts, deep! 

“oh fuck me with your fists. Fucking wreck my fucking guts! Give it to me hard! Fuck yeah harder!” I was panting now as Wyatt’s double fists punched out my second hole, feeling his elbows now at my rectum. 

Wyatt pulled only one of his fists out while leaving the other forearm completely inside. Paul lubed up his left forearm now and punched his way inside. Now these two men where taking turns, one pulling back while the other pushed inside…and I was babbling loudly, but when they synched up now and with Paul’s somewhat larger fist, when they clasped hands, I was breathless. We were all grunting like wild animals as my hole toon there combined giant fist. 

Wyatt was now all sweaty so he stopped to get something to drink and sat in a chair watching Paul now double fisting my hole. His hard cock was now pouting toward the ceiling. He shoved his cock between his fists now and I was stretched unimaginably!  It didn’t take long for him to breed my hole and then he pulled his fists out of my ass and collapsed onto the bed. His furry chest heaving. 

I just stayed in the sling with my eyes closed. I was floating. I reached down to feel my rosebud as I pushed it out and it send a torrent of fluid into the rubber sheet. Wyatt walked over and scooped up the lube/cum combo and coated his cocktail with it. He then proceeds to fist and fuck my hole until he blew his nut. 

We’d only been playing for about 3 hours but the way these two rearranged my guts I wasn’t sure I could handle anymore. There was some serious stretching, punching, depth…I didn’t want to press my luck and do anything that might injure me long-term. Besides, I think I’d worn these two tops out.  

Wyatt lifted me out of the sling and we all went towards his en suite bathroom where a shower with two shower heads at each end was spraying out some warm water. It was a large shower, large enough for the three of us to wash each other and kiss. Both used soapy fingers inside my open hole. 

Paul and I dressed and I thanked them both for an unbelievable time and gave each a tight hug before heading home. My hole was now throbbing, a reminder of what had just happened.  I couldn’t sleep once home so I lubed up my largest dildo with the 5 ridges and planted it down on the floor letting the suction keep it in place. I lubed it up liberally and mourned it. Still freshly opened, I took it down to the 4th ridge before I poppered up and took the last one. I grabbed onto the wall and began to fuck my pussy hard with the end game of inducing a strong assgasm.  The metal cage weighing my shaft down was still no match for my hungry bottom. I yelled out loudly when my hole clamped down hard and large droplets of my cum splashed onto the floor. My balls felt so much better now.  I dismounted, cleaned the floor with my tongue and then fell asleep.