I had been chatting with a dom top on a popular fetish site for several months and honestly never thought we’d ever meet because he was in another city.
Surprisingly, a few days ago, Brent informed me he was going to be in my city and wanted to play. Brent is 42, muscled, 6,2”, brown hair, brown eyes, thick brown beard, tatted up, hairy chest, with a scowl like looked pretty fierce. His profile pics were of him posing, showing off his massive chest and bulging biceps. In pictures, a fantasy I’d never thought would be my reality, but here we were.
We chatted many times about our respective fisting adventures over time. Swapping stories about cunts he’d wrecked and I’d tell him about the tops that had wrecked mine. He’s often tease me about how he would tear up my pussy and rearrange my innards. It was all just talk, or words on a screen, until they weren’t.
i was very nervous about meeting this God of a man in his hotel room for some reason. Maybe it was the anxiety of the fantasy not living up to reality, or maybe it was the idea that somehow the chemistry wouldn’t be there when we met in person?
It was showtime and I didn’t back out of our plans, and I’m glad I didn’t. We met after 10pm on a Friday night. After work, I went home and began to party, douched, used some toys to open up. I took my time, really enjoying myself. I’d also taken a few potent gummies.
A time ago, some friends of mine gave me a chocolate covered mushroom and said it was mild. I’d been saving it for a rainy day. Well, it definitely was a rainy day that night so I decided to eat it just before I hitched a Lyft ride to Brent’s hotel room. I was already a bit trippy to begin with.
When I arrived, Brent was shirtless and wearing royal blue workout shorts. His presence was awe-inspiring. A tank of a man with huge hands and a well sculpted physique next to my toned runner’s build. He could break me in half.
Brent told me to strip down to my jock and we sat in chairs and knocked back some beers while we shot the shit about our respective days. I was tripping so badly at this point I felt like I was floating on the chair and Brent’s deep baritone voice was lifting me up, my thoughts continuously drifting away from the present. Shit that mushroom was far from mild, it was more wild for sure.
Brent reached over and felt the cage covering my cock. He tugged my jock off and then gripped my shaved nuts in his left hand and squeezed on them tightly. His strong grip was unrelenting and when he pulled on my balls it was the weirdest feeling. I did feel major discomfort, but I was so high, it felt so good. I began to laugh, which surprised Brent. He let go of my nuts and then with his right hand, a closed fist sucker punched them three times in a row. I gripped my balls and laughed even harder from the pain.
”Get on the bed you fucking wanker!”, Brent yelled to me.
Brent grabbed a gym bag and pulled out a large tub of Crisco and a large black dildo that was very thick and at least 15” long.
”Open that cunt for me, pig!”
I was on my back, I gripped my ankles and held my pussy upward. My body tingled from the chemicals and my balls were still aching. Brent punched my balls again then he coated the black toy with lots of grease, I took a big hit of my poppers and he slid that thing into my butt a good six inches or more.
“Fuck, look at that cunt swallowing my toy. That’s one hungry pussy, pig! Take another hit and I’ll give you more!”
I took a few more hits and Brent worked that entire ass destructor into my canal. My cunt sleeve pried wide open and Brent used his muscled arms to fuck me with it at first with a slow and steady pace and when both his hands had gripped its base, it was an all out pile driver. I closed my eyes and let myself be taken on the magic ride the sensations of the ridges of that toy rubbing up against every nerve ending. Wow!
Brent used that thing on me for a good thirty minutes or more I’d lost track of time. My rosebud was forced into full bloom and my prolapse had revealed itself. Brent went to town sucking on my swollen cunt lips, his bristly beard making my body shake and shiver as he growled and the vibrations of his voice sent my body into uncharted territory. My lips and tongue were also tingling from that crazy mushroom.
Brent had me switch positions as I was now on all 4’s while he was sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed. Brent threw my gas mask mask to me and I placed it over my head, not that I needed anymore assistance in fucking with my head at this point. Brent pulled my ball sack again, yanking down several times and when one hand was gripping and pulling the other closed fist found its way into my cunt. The fumes from the gas mask were intense and after a minute or two I pulled it off and Brent truly blew out my fuck hole with his giant paw, punching me like a puppet, half way to the elbow his thick forearm stretching me open.
Brent finally released my balls but then as they dangled he punched them again and again and I fell to my stomach and began to laugh again. While on my stomach, Brent shoved his fist up my ass and pulled me back on my knees. His larger mitt going deep inside me, he had punched his way to his elbow. I felt like I was being speared in half from the inside, and I was loving it. I was babbling incomprehensibly, drooling down my chin, my body completely slack and pig hole completely surrendering to the onslaught. Brent jabbed his forearm into me like a saw and when he pulled out the prolapse fell out, too.
Brent told me to get the mask on again and this time he shoved that giant toy in me with one deep and hard shove that caused my asshole to quiver. I nearly creamed on the sheet as my sheathed cock was bleeding out clear strands of seed now, while that toy was all up in my body, Brent’s fist pried up next to it, my cunt hole was a wide tunnel and Brent slid inside down past his wrist and he began to punch me out once more. His free hand using my balls as a handle. I threw the mask off and rode the wave and I had a wild out of body assgasm that had my thick ropy cum spewing from my piss slit.
Brent chuckled like I was some pathetic child that couldn’t control himself, and it was if my orgasm pissed him off and he pulled the toy from out of my ass and replaced it with his other fist and I was taking his double. Hard punches to the ass, I was being stretched to the max and pissed all over the towel underneath me.
Brent pulled the towel away and shoved it in my face. I smelled my piss and began to chew down on it to taste it. It was very acrid, but I was not in control of myself and began to literally oink like a pig as he punched my cunt and I wallowed in my piss towel.
Brent flipped me over and I could see his body dripping in sweat. We’d been going non-stop without a break for a few hours.?the man had stamina, and still feeling the gummies, the mushroom, and the poppers, I was down for keeping up with him.
I hadn’t blown any clouds since leaving my place and didn’t take anything with me since I had a sense that wasn’t Brent’s preference. He didn’t need any enhancements but he would hit the poppers once in a while.
To that end, I was laying flat on my back, pillow under my head and hips. Brent pulled on the gas mask and I sprayed some inhalant into a cloth. Within seconds, he threw the mask off and I was wild with lust from that spray and I pushed my ass up and Brent double fisted me, keeping one fist inside while the other wildly punched me out. Brent and I rode that wave together our eyes locked as we mutually experienced something there. Once again I was pissing myself and Brent laughed at me and called me a piss pig.
Although I was still very inebriated, my pussy had enough. Some pink began to show and we took that as a sign it was time to call it. Brent had completely destroyed my shitter, I reached down and couldn’t believe the size of the gape and my lips were puffy and very swollen. My insides were sore, and my balls literally ached.
Brent had his cock covered in his shorts the entire time, but he said he wanted to get off before we parted ways. Brent pulled his shorts off to reveal a thick 7 inch dick, brown wiry pubes and shaven nuts which were naturally larger than my swollen balls and he straddled my chest.
He stroked over my face while I rubbed my hands all over his massive chest and arms. Brent posed for me while I squeezed his muscles, getting off on me worshipping his body. When I pinched his tits in each hand that triggered his cock to blast five or seven huge jets of cum in my face landing on my forehead, my tongue, my nose, all over my beard drenching my moustache and chin.
Brent dismounted and threw my clothes at me, he dared me not to wipe my face, and to take the Lyft drive home wearing his load. It was almost 4:15am, and I did exactly as he requested. Thankfully, it was dark when the driver arrived and maybe he didn’t see my face, but likely he smelled it because he kept looking back at me in the mirror and when I finally arrived home I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked pretty bad and snapped a pic and sent it to Brent, thanked him for a good time and slept off the mushroom. I didn’t bother to wash my face until I awoke at 2pm Saturday afternoon.
