Triple Delight

Ever since I had Jace put on my new remote controlled Cellmate chastity cage on Valentines’s Day, I’ve been overly crazed for sex. I’m loving this new device as it is rather slick and there is no padlock dangling about. Only Jace knows the code to unlock me. His now fiancé, Brian, has been really cool about our years-long arrangement, which has made me happy. 

But man, those first few days in lock- up caused me to think about nothing but getting my hole punched open.  For several days before Feb 14, I was beating myself off like a horny toad. The images that kept creeping into my depraved mind took me back to that Friday night when I got very high and had my cunt hole wrecked last month. I thought maybe if my cock was back under control I’d stop being so obsessed with taking fists, but seriously, it had the complete opposite effect.  I knew if I didn’t do something quick, I’d go mad.

So, to finally get myself back to my right mind, I had to first get myself into full pig mode. I needed to go all in mentally and physically. I texted my buddy Steve to see what he was up to. When he discovered my state of mind he cancelled his tentative plans and told me to douche good because we were gonna go long and hard that night. 

Like an obedient faggot, I did exactly as I was told and made sure my fuckhole was squeaky clean. I’d recently bought a new red & black jockstrap from LockerGear called Full Access, a red Look At harness and red Keep Them On knee-high socks. I was screaming “fisting bottom” with this outfit. I’d popped a strong gummy before using a few toys to get that pussy open just a bit before show time.

i took a Lyft to Steve’s as I was already stoned and knew I would be for the next 24-hours, at least. By the time I’d arrived at his door my hole was twitching for attention.  Steve answered the door in his black leather butcher’s apron and black leather Dom hat. He looked serious and fucking amazing. We walked back to his bedroom and I noticed the ceiling mirror was back up over the sling. Nice!

We drank a couple of Coronas as I stripped out of my jeans, sweatshirt, and boots and reminisced about our wild session last month and other previous meet-ups. He asked if I wanted a smoke, and although I was already feeling sedated from two potent gummies, I wasn’t gonna refuse a little more help from my friend T. We took a hit or two and puffed some clouds in each other’s direction. Our eyes locked and Steve got serious and asked, “you ready to get that cunt wrecked, piggy?” 

i actually “oinked” and nodded my head. “Yes, please Sir!”

“Show me that cunt hole, boy. Get on that bed and bend over for me. Daddy has someThing special for you.”

I pulled my poppers, gas mask, and Max Impact from my bag and displayed my quivering butt hole. Steve put some Astroglide onto some of his fingers and pushed two inside. I opened easily.  Then I felt the warm sensation of the bump passing through my ring accompanied by a little tingle. 

Steve caressed my back and cheeks and whispered , “just stay still there for a few minutes and let this marinate. Soon, you’re gonna be my fucking hand puppet. I know that’s what you want. Look at you all dressed up for it, too. I’m gonna take good care of you tonight.”

My entire body had slipped into a complete Zen state. I knew where I was physically, but my mind had wandered off.

Steve gave my ass a fairly hard smack and shouted down to me to put my mask on. After two huffs, I could feel my head begin to spin and my hunger growing. My hips began to push up and back, I needed something inside it desperately. Steve lubed up his right fist half way up his forearm. I pushed myself back and his closed fist was now in my gut. I pulled off the mask and rode that fist hard, feeling his knuckles scraping against my tingling puffy cunt lips. 

Steve took hold of my hip with his left hand and began to give my gaping cunt jabs, faster and faster, blowing out my hole completely. I was screaming aloud, “yes, fuck yes, ohhh fuck, yes Daddy! Use my faggot cunt!”

Sensing I was ravenous that night, Steve paused. 

“Your hole is really hungry tonight. Before we go further I’m gonna call one of my buddies. I think he’d love to help me work your cunt over. You ok with that?”

I was in no way in any position to be making any logical decisions, I was desperate for more fisting. I said “Yes Sir, Yes!”

Daddy snapped a couple of pics of me now on my back with a large yam-like toy up my fuck hole and sent them to his friend.  We’d removed my jockstrap then so it wouldn’t get covered in grease. Seconds later, Steve’s cellphone rang only once. I heard talking but no clear words. I was now fully high and focused only on one thing, stretching my cunt into a tunnel.

Steve joined me and said his friend would be over in about half hour. He helped me up into the sling and we brought my poppers and such over to the side table next to the sling so I could easily reach. Then I watched Steve get that serious look back in his eyes signaling we were gonna get going from where we left off. I stared with anticipation as Steve greased both his fists and forearms heavily. 

I put the mask over my face again and several seconds later, Steve’s fist was back inside me. Only this time he began to  go one fist and then the other, slowly at first, deliberately slowly to build me up, until I was begging him to go faster.  Steve obliged and picked up the pace. 

“Just relax and let me drive, piggy. We have all night. I don’t wanna ruin your hole too quickly. Shhhhh just relax.”

Steve stopped again to wipe his hands and he put on some music in the background, as if I was at a spa taking a massage. Then he greased up a very large toy with gradually increasing in width ridges and inserted it. It had at least 5 layers I could feel. When it was completely inserted Steve began to punch its base sending deep vibrations throughout my body. It was hitting me in a way that caused me to piss myself just a bit. I looked into the mirror above, my hands clasped behind my head, my sheathed cock flowing warm urine on my stomach. I was glad there were pads under me and under the sling.

”That’s it, let it go.”, Steve said soothingly as he now slowly began to pull that toy all the way in and all the way out until there was no more resistance. 

That’s when we heard his cell phone e ring and Steve answered it. He left me with that dildo up my ass as he answered the door. Seconds later I saw a beefy mid-60’s, White guy walk into the bedroom behind Steve. 

“Oh fuck, look at him!” The stranger said.

”This is my buddy, Gus”, Steve said. “Gus, this is my slutty friend, Rich. Get comfortable and have a beer and a smoke if you like while I get back to fisting him.”

I watched Gus as much as one could while taking a gut punching. Steve had removed the dildo and replaced it with his fist and forearm. Showing off just how hard I could take it. I was hitting the poppers for the first time out of the bottle that night and had no problem taking what Steve was dishing out. 

Steve needed a break and offered me up to Gus. Steve sat back in his chair swigging a beer as he watched Gus slather his hands with grease. Steve was probably a full back at some point in his life. He had blue eyes, crew cut, salt & pepper goatee, full chest hair covering his torso, not a bad looking guy. Steve told him to take a smoke about 5 minutes before he was gonna take a break to get Gus all worked up.

Gus’s fist was slightly larger than Steve’s but I was ready for it. I had the mask on again for Gus’s initial entry and huffed on the poppers as Gus demonstrated his own fisting technique which was equally as rough as Steve’s.

Gus has Steve grab a toy for him so he was working on stretching me wider with his hand slipping aside the toy. It felt wonderous and looked even more incredible in the mirror. Steve rose up from his chair after finishing his beer, took a smoke and brought it over to me and had me take a hit. He set the pipe down on his nightstand and covered my face with a mask that left my mouth and nostrils available. 

Steve sprayed some Max Impaxt into a rag and placed it over my nose and  then he twisted my right nipple as Gus removed the toy and replaced it with his other hand. I now had two fists working me over at the same time. We started one over the other, and there were slow punches carefully not to injure or tear me open.

i was on another planet now. I heard Steve move about as I placed that still wet rag in my mouth and then Steve and Gus had one fist each inside me, side by side. I could see it, but Steve was describing it to me.

”oh Rich, you should see how your pig hole looks stretching over our fists. Oh fuck that looks fucking amazing! Just enjoy it, let yourself go.”

it was like I was in a hypnotized trance! Also, I began to piss myself again.

They stopped momentarily for another break, but this time we all drank some water to stay hydrated.  I’d removed the mask after being covered for the better part of an hour. They asked how I was doing. If I needed to stop, etc. Steve is always great at checking in periodically and I trust his instinct. If he says I’ve had enough, I take his word. In this case I assured them I was feeling great and could handle more. 

Steve was convinced I could keep going so the three of us passed around the pipe. Gus said I was hotter than he expected that the pics weren’t as good as the real thing. That was nice to hear. We were ready for another round and they helped me onto the bed, ass up, head down.  I placed the mask over my head, pillow under my torso, and I was ready for more.

This time Steve took the lead and after just a couple of minutes both hands were inside me clasped together. No mask was needed at that point. With Gus’s encouragement, Steve began a double fisted punch out. It was glorious. Gus lubed up a toy and pushed it between Steve’s fists which were now one over the other. Steve left his fists wrist deep inside me while Gus fucked me with the toy.

i screamed, “now give me your fist man! Let me try 3!”

The toy was removed. Steve’s fists stayed in place, and I felt Gus’s fingers pushing between them. He entered slowly. As the fat part of his hand pushed through the stretch was unbelievable! I sprayed the poppers on that rag again and in seconds I was under its power and I pushed my hole open and back and his hand was now inside me up to his wrist. The two of them worked in unison to slowly punch me out. I pissed on the towels below me and was delirious! It was the most fantastic feeling I’d ever had in my life. Until Gus wiggled his flat hand and formed a fist, and that became the most fantastic feeling I’d ever had in my life. The adrenaline, the endorphins, and the chemicals working together caused me to have the most intense assgasm ever and I felt some cum trickle out of my cage. I pulled off them and collapsed.

Gus had been jerking himself with his free hand all along and he raised my hips up, put his fist back inside me along with his fat cock and his body convulsed hard as his seed blew inside me, he growled loud enough to wake the dead. He pulled out after a couple of minutes and Steve put his 8” Black dick and fist inside me and blew his nut, too.

We all collapsed onto Steve’s bed, too weak to move, too weak to talk, and probably too high to think! I actually fell asleep for a couple of hours. When I opened my eyes, Gus was gone. It was light out. Steve was now awake but I told him to stay in bed as I collected  my things and called a Lyft.

Once back home in my own bed, I plugged my hole with my widest plug and fell asleep hard. Again, one for the record books. Fisting had taken me on a wild journey and I love it!