It was time for another round with the man I call the Fistologist. How does one know when a hole needs a good punching out? I guess the answer might be different for everyone. For me, it’s a combination of a mental and physical craving. It’s like a one-track mind sort of thing where I envision my rosebud blooming and the physical feeling that comes along with that, and then the actual release of multiple full-body assgasms that can only be achieved by a talented fister. Once these thoughts are in my head, I’m consumed until I actually do it.
So I decided to reach out to my new fisting buddy to inquire if he was, in fact, interested to meet up again, and, if so, when he might be available. I was so pleased when he was interested and provided me with his availability. He said he was hoping I’d reconnect with him soon because he really enjoyed me and my hungry cunt.
We decided that weekend ffun would be best so we can really get piggy and not have worry about going to work the next day. Friday night I hung out with some friends but turned in rather early as we had decided on starting our play session in the early afternoon.
I woke up around 8am and headed out for my waxing appointment. I was having my pits, chest, pubes, sack, and crack waxed. I like to be as smooth as a porpoise when I’m getting fisted. I returned home and began my deep douching routine. I also took some gummies and began to open my own hole up a bit with some toys.
Around 12:15, I gave myself a booty bump with a pretty potent mix. I let it sit and steep for a good bit before throwing on some clothes and calling for a Lyft. Under my jeans I wore a Timoteo Speedway Slingshot Jock which was predominantly red, black pouch covering my caged dick and white piping. I loved the way the jock framed my perky ass.
I had my bag of goodies with me, all my poppers, gas mask, cotton balls, and some exTra, in case I needed it. As I sat in the Lyft, my cunt was atingle. My mind was definitely lifted out of my body. I just needed to keep my shit together for a few more minutes to finish the transaction and walk into my Fistologist’s home.
It was evident upon my arrival that I was in no mood to chat. I wanted to get started right away. I zipped past John and went down to his playroom. There was already some mood music and red dim lighting. I’d noticed John changed the sling to the flat platform option, which is great support for taking it on your knees, ass up.
John followed me down the stairs and watched me strip.
“Looks like someone’s been parTying already.”
“Yeah, I gave myself a bump.”
“That’s cool. Well, let’s get that cunt opened up then, piggy.”
I moved the small table near the sling from the side and moved it to the head of the sling. I laid out my gas mask after pouring some poppers into a cotton ball and preparing it for use. I had a can of Maximum Impact spray poppers and a rag, Iron Fist Ultra and a new brand I saw online Fist Fuck Propyl.
I positioned myself ass up and out on the flat platform and John had lubed up both his hands. He said he had mixed some clove oil and liquid cryTals in the mix. This was gonna be epic. I opened the FF Propyl first and took a few hits before closing the bottle and setting it down.
I felt John’s closed fist horizontally entering me without hesitation. My cunt was so loose he slipped inside right past the wrist and three quarters to the elbow on the very first pass. It felt marvelous. I was already cooing and I let my body go slack.
“Holy fuck, piggy, this cunt is already a hollow pit! Your hole swallowed up my forearm!
John yanked his forearm out of my quaking butt hole and quickly replaced it with his other one, again the initial push going way past the wrist, and my floppy cunt lips ate up his forearm just 3 or 4 inches from his elbow.
I took another hit and John was already using his larger fist to jackhammer his forearm in and out of me. The sling was now swingling faster, my hole cunted deep, impinging itself on his fist. Each time that fist entered me, its hard knuckles hit my spot over and over again.
John stopped the sling from moving after awhile. I thought he was going to stop for a break, but he was just stopping to get more lube. The clove oil was certainly working as it slightly numbed me, but with that bit of crysTal in the lube, I was really jacked up.
I took a hit off the Iron Fist and lost all control.
“Come on man, ruin my fuckin’ faggot cunt! Don’t hold back! Show me what you got!”
I began to slobber as John stood behind me, his arm cocked back and as if he was going in for a KO, he full-force infiltrated my sloppy and swollen cunt lips past his wrist. Under my eyelids I saw crazy red/orange/yellow circular shapes as those stronger than holy-shit poppers swam into my brain and I drooled. John began to saw his forearm back and forth, jabbing inside, rearranging my colon. John was grunting as I took it, just surrendering my cunt over to this man, to the Fistologist. Nothing on earth takes me to an elevated state like having my cunt completely obliterated. I know my body was lying like a slab of meat on that flat platform, but my body and soul were lifted and drifting towards planet Euphoria.
“Put on your mask! I love a needy, piggy faggot! Let’s excavate your fucking cunt and then turn it into a fucking cave, hehehe! Thats it, piggy, take some good deep breaths for me.”
I was sky-scraper high at this point. That mask had me so soaringly lifted. John punched his one fist right inside me, and then I felt the other closed fist pushing inside next to it. Both were inside me down to the wrists. I pushed my hole out and wiggled my butt. John knew what I wanted. I began to moan like a sick cow as John double fisted me. A magnificent double barrel demolition of what used to be a perfectly functioning normal asshole.
I began to grunt like a fucking piggy.
“Ohhh fuck yes, fucking grunt for me you fucking swine!”
It must have been 40-50 consecutive punches to my obliterated cunt before he stopped. I felt my hole involuntarily twitching and I expelled some gas. I hadn’t completely come down from the gas mask high just yet, so I repositioned my hips up high and stuck out my hole for even more!
“Fucking insatiable hog! Sniff some spray for me. Gonna grab some of my toys.”
If you’ve even done a hit of Maximum Impact, you know what’s that’s like. It’s a wild, wild trip, where you completely lose any control, heart pounding, mind fucked up. John had two large tapered toys right at the edge of my cunt and forced them both inside. I was opened slightly wider than his fists now. John held the ends of both in each hand as he proceeded to fuck the living daylights out me, the sensations causing me to cum hard as I experienced the first assgasm of our session. My body shook and shimmied as I felt my jock get sticky and warm. I had ringing in my ears and I felt my heart beating so hard. John left me there, sling swaying as I coasted on this trip of complete paradise basking in the afterglow.
John began to make out with my drooping prolapse, dangling helplessly like a fucking cherry on a stem. The feeling of his wet tongue gave me goose bumps. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and reacting to the slightest of touches. When he pushed his entire face into the crevice of my cunt, John’s thick beard bristled against my smoothness and I felt my nipples grow hard.
John helped me over to his gynecological examination chair. My ankles secured in the stirrups and I was spread wide. John brought the table with all my goodies within arm’s reach of me. I watched him strap on a huge fat dildo that had to be more than wrist thick and a good 15” long. For a size queen under the influence of many combined chemicals, it didn’t look so scary.
In my delirium, I saw John coating that fuck weapon with lots of lube. I poppered up good, then clasped my hands behind my head as that fat sex toy popped past my cunt lips and continued gliding further into my bowels, about half way to its end point. John gripped my feet and held them like handles as he began to rock his hips and absolutely pulverized that huge thing inside of me. John had me take more poppers and I found myself inching forward, pushing that huge monster even further inside me. My cunt was completely hollowed out and I was pissing all over myself, soaking right through my jock. When John noticed, he pulled out, pulled off my jock and began to fuck me again with that strap-on and this time my locked dicklet was pissing freely on my pelvis and down my balls.
John stopped fucking me with it and remarked about the huge gaped out tunnel he’d bored out. I slipped on the mask again and John shoved his forearm inside me, and slowly pushed inside the other, then an evil, devious look formed on his face as he twisted them from side to side oh so slowly. Once again I began to babble lost in my own hazy world. When the Fistologist began to punch me out again with one forearm and twist and punch my exposed balls, I came a second time, even more of seed spilled out onto my pelvis. John’s greased fingers swiped it off me and used it as lube to fist in me.
We had to have been going at it for over two hours when we heard someone stomping down the stairs.
“Holy fuck!”, the stranger said. “Johnny you’ve really opened him up!”
The guy was probably in his 40’s, 5’10”, and a bear, full beard and a guy, full head of dark brown hair. I was so elevated I don’t recall too many details and with the red dim lighting I wasn’t seeing clearly.
“Why don’t you give me a hand Todd?”
“Hell yes, I’d love to. Todd dipped his hand in grease and John pulled out one of his hands and Todd’s huge paw pushed in on top of John’s. I took a hit of Maximum Impact as they slow punched me together. Eventually John, who must have needed some recovery time, passed the torch to Todd completely and two giant bear paws were having a one-sided boxing match in my cunt.
By this time, the bump I’d taken had worn off. I was completely wrong about the time as I looked outside from the window and it was completely dark. Time has a way of passing quickly when you’re having FFun.
John, Todd, and I took a break to hydrate. John prepped another bump for me and one for Todd. He rolled a mat out into the floor and we both laid on our stomachs while John hit us. That familiar tingle meant I’d be ravenous in no time. In the few minutes we needed to let the magic molecules marinate, John replayed our session to Todd.
“This piggy showed up ready to play. I had him on the sling on his knees and was in up to my forearm. When I double punched him, I never saw a bottom cum so hard. He did it again in the gyno chair and pissed all over the place. He’s really insatiable.”
“He’s got a great fucking hole. I haven’t put both of my thick hands in anyone in years! Was fucking awesome.”
John left us to our thoughts. For me, I began to radiate inside. A warm flush cane over me, and at the same time I felt a jolt of renewed energy, like Red Bull times ten. I knew I was ready! John knelt behind us and both took to our knees. I recall making out with Todd, feeling his thick beard whiskers all over my face as John’s fist inched past his elbow. It was unlikely Todd was getting the same depth since he just arrived, but it was very cool to share John’s chariot with him.
John pulled his arm out and positioned us ass to ass now. He pushed a thick double sided dildo up my ass and then Todd’s. He was in the middle, fucking us both with it until he commanded, “come on my piggies, let’s see those asses bounce off each other!” John smacked my backside as I pushed downward and our asses touched. We ground our asses together as John looked on, stroking his cock fast. John began to moan and I felt hot drops of cum spraying in my back and ass, as did Todd.
John walked away and sat on the gyno chair. Todd and I dismounted the dildo and we did a fisting 69 on our backs. We were both terribly high. We knew what we each needed and provided it.
John had cleaned off his hands at this point and went upstairs to get his phone. He began to record us punching each others cunts. “Look at this swine going at it on my basement floor!” I felt like I was in actual porn shoot when John recorded us from multiple angles.
John was ready to tag back in. He’d also switched out the sling so it was the usual contoured base. I rode a toy and amused myself while John had his time with Todd. I didn’t mind, watching was fun. I also clamped my nips while I bounced up and down on the Deep Space 140 by Topped Toys.
When they finished their round, I mounted the fuck bench. I hadn’t taken any poppers in a while since I was strung out on the T, so being shackled wasn’t an issue. John fed me his cock while Todd got into my cunt with his mitts and I couldn’t have been more happy. John pissed in my mouth then sprayed my head. Then when he got hard, he fucked my face good while Todd once again did round 2 of the one-sided boxing match. When John held my piss covered head tightly, he shot a huge load down my throat. Todd had put his dick up my ass along with his fist and bred me, and I managed a third assgasm.
By this point John and I had been playing for nearly 12 hours. Todd cleaned up and went home in a taxi. John and I retreated up to his bedroom and crashed and we slept until noon on Sunday. I called a Lyft and went home. What a fucking scene with the Fistologist. It was everything I needed and much much more!
