It was high “T”ime for another visit with John, my Fistologist. At least once a month my mind, body, and soul crave an absolute cunting, an obliteration that only the most experienced of top fisters can deliver. A fisting top that takes as much joy as I receive as the fistee looking to have his insides turned inside out.
I hadn’t seen John in a couple of months due to conflicting schedules, but I was sure glad we were able to connect once again the other night. I expressed to him what I was looking for and he agreed he was just the man who was up for the job, and even said his friend, Todd, would probably want to join us if I was down for that. Of course I said “yes, the more the merrier!”
I pulled out all the stops to prep for my fisting date with John. I douched deep and thoroughly. I shaved my body smooth, only my eyebrows were untouched. My cock, caged, red Nasty Pig jock, red Nasty Pig socks, black PVC boots, harness across my chest. I took two powerful gummies, loaded myself up with a booty bump and took a taxi to John’s.
John saw how horned and ready I was. He brought me down to his dungeon right away where I stripped and mounted the sling. John said he really wanted to open me up and get in deep that night so he injected me with a second bump.
While we waited for the magic to begin, Johnny put a mask over my head. Only my nose was exposed. It was a thick dark material that I could not see through…lights out, just darkness. Then he put noise canceling headphones on my head and piped in some soft house music to get me in the right headspace. I was floating out and drifting slowly away from the present. I felt light, euphoria washing over my body.
I lost sense of time, but the sensations of fingers moving through my ass made me groan loudly. I was in my own little world as I felt creamy lube being pushed inside of me, fingers spreading my rectum, the beginnings of a wild ride to come.
My cunt hole was throbbing. My Fistologist sensed my ache, my need. As his closed hand pushed right through my opening, like a knife through soft butter, I saw various shapes and colors under my eyelids. I’d sniffed on some potent IronFist poppers and was immediately blown away. I can open up very quickly, within a minute I was already getting jabbed half way up the wrist. Between the blackness, the beat of the music playing in my ears, the chemicals and poppers, I’d not experienced anything so rapturous in my entire life. I am sure I was babbling and making all kinds of noises which I could not hear, but I was so uninhibited and free to just lean into the experience. There was nobody to judge me. I felt like John was the pilot and I was definitely along for the ride. I was in his hands, literally.
Those soft punches developed into something more substantial. The Fistologist was reading my hole like a book. My pig ditch was ready for more, a wider stretch. John’s other hand began to explore my cavernous cunt, I felt my hole expanding like it was made from rubber. My warm, wet and very sloppy snatch came alive with every centimeter given to it, welcoming that second hand inside to join forces with the other fist. One might say when both fists finally were inside at the same time, there was a welcome parTy.
I brought the poppers back up to my nose in my personal night sky and more pronounced images flashed through my obstructed vision. My double fisted hole opened up its tunnel for more and John knew what I needed, he knew I’d transformed from human to swine in that moment and delivered carnage, both fists barreling out my pussy lips like a boxing dummy. With every stroke inside, I saw stars, I was taken to paradise, a new level of nirvana I’d never thought the human body could ever experience.
Then my Fistologist kept one fist deep in me almost to the elbow while the other delivered anal destruction, gliding forcefully in and out of me. Mike Tyson would be envious to see the punches I was joyously taking. I didn’t expect warm piss to excrete from my balls, but all that pressure inside me forced it out of me.
I don’t even know how long I was in this state, it may have only been 20 minutes or it could have been over two hours. I lost all sense of time as my sole focus was my very own cunt, that became the center of my universe.
My hog hole felt lonely and deprived when the action ceased. But it wasn’t for long. Soon, the yearning for more was met with another, larger, fist. It might have been Todd, or it might have been someone else? I definitely knew it wasn’t John, I’d played with him enough to know that much.
This fist felt meatier, thicker, like John’s hand was wearing a boxing glove. It pushed inside and through right up to the elbow.
I took another hit, my anonymous fister pulled his forearm out and replaced it with the other one. John brought my hand up to my nose again for more sniffs. I felt one fist push up the elbow, then an abrupt discharge, followed by another punch up the elbow with the other hand. This was a slow, slow rhythmic build-up, like a locomotive building up steam as time went by.
Again, I was so pumped with enhancers I was literally laying back in the sling now with my hands up over my head, my ankles in the stirrups, my ass so open wide for the taking. I was now taking both forearms half way up the elbow, slow rhythmic, beautiful movements, my hole becoming a fiddle of absolute exhilaration. More urine spilled out of my cock, pooling around my abs, wetness underneath me, no doubt dripping down to the pads on the floor. I had no control over my body, but that was what the Fistologist had prescribed.
While I was being double armed, the headphones came off my ears. The mask was pulled off my head. My eyes needed time to adjust. John planted his lips on mine as I was still unsure who was using me like a hand puppet.
I barely had enough time to focus my view to learn it wasn’t Todd at all. It was a large red-headed, ginger-bearded White man with a look of absolute evil and depravity on his face.
Now I heard myself crying out like a wounded animal as he continued to core out my insides.
John placed the gas mask over my face. As I breathed in those toxic fumes I heard him say to his friend, “I told you, this guy’s a fucking pig! Look at him! Give it to him, blow it out! That’s what he fucking needs!”
I had to remove the mask because I thought I was gonna pass out, I was definitely high, flying, soaring. I looked at my fister and we locked eyes as that expression on his face grew more sinister. He adjusted his stance so his balance was just right and with both arms inserted inside me like a sleeve, he pulled them back and pushed them in, truly barreling out my colon rough, hard, and deep. The high pitched noises coming out of my mouth sounded like a dog whistle, for a third time more urine flew out of my caged piss slit. I believe my body began convulsing and a full-body orgasm erupted, my body shaking, trembling for a sustained minute or even longer, I was becoming light headed, I closed my eyes and saw white light.
I’d soon learn my red-headed hunk was Kevin. We all took a water break to hydrate for a few minutes.
Kevin said he enjoyed playing in my hungry hole and kept saying it was “beautiful”, and “so eager”, which was nice to hear.
John said, “let’s get you on the fuck bench, piggy. Wanna get more of that hole before the bump wears out.”
“Fuck yeah”, I said. I was still so far gone.
John shackled my wrists and ankles to each side, put the mask and headphones back on me. This was hot as fuck.
It took a few minutes probably because they needed to lube up again but soon I found my hole opening up once more. Not sure who was doing what but someone held the poppers by my nose and the other shoved a huge toy up my ass. It felt like one of those toys that had multiple layers where each one would spread out your hole wider and wider. Even with the break, I swallowed it up whole and was soon getting fucked with it. I loved feeling how it drove through me, battering my insides, my cunt lips puffing out over it. With my sight taken away from me, and only the sound of this pulsing beat in my ears, inability for touch, it truly centered all of my focus on my hole. I couldn’t see or anticipate anything that would come, it was even more exciting that way.
Soon a hand was entering me along with this toy. It was like the hand gripped the top of the toy and they became one. I could feel who ever it was that was “free” lube up the toy and the forearm inside me. With a fresh coating of thick slime, it glided so easily, gleefully, I was panting. More poppers under my nose and it was all the sudden a wave of absolute cunt catastrophe, so fucking exhilarating.
The toy was soon replaced without missing a beat. Two hands clasped together, maybe one each, maybe not? I couldn’t see, but it felt like a giant cannonball goring out my pig cunt, the knuckles scraping against my electric nerve endings delivering the most exquisite bliss, floating on Cloud 9.
And on that topic, someone lifted the mask and blew clouds of smoke into my mouth. It wasn’t John or Kevin, I didn’t feel full facial hair. My eyes were still covered. A second round of smoke consumed me and the mask was lowered once again. The fresh fumes of clouds swimming inside my brain washed over me, any tension in my hole completely released. I felt like the cannonball was lifting me off the bench, even though I was strapped down, I was floating in the air. It was remarkable.
I don’t even remember how long I was tied down like that but my hole was the center of attention for quite some time. Taking doubles, punches, forearms, toys…I wanted obliteration and I was getting it!
Imagine the desecration three ill-mannered fisting tops could unleash on a willing cunt.
After another intermission where I was introduced to Carmine, a 28yo Italian hulk, porn stache, dark hair, hairy chest, he was so hot, I was back in the sling only we switched out the sling to a flat platform for a different angle. During this time we drank some water but also did another two rounds of clouds, Carmine blew smoke up my gaping cunt hole at the same time Kevin filled my mouth. That was intense.
I mounted the new sling after we placed some pads down and it was game on again.
I saw John and Kevin make out while Carmine stuffed my hole with an inflatable dildo. I hadn’t done that in years and had forgotten just how fun they can be. Carmine said my hole was like a crater as he maxed out the width, it was so fierce to feel it distend my hole beyond belief. I could hardly believe it was real when I looked in the mirror, I swear it felt like I was watching a porn video, and had to pinch myself to prove it really was me.
Carmine switched out the inflatable for the real thing, having a solo session with me while the other men rested and watched. Carmine threw in some doubles and hard punches, and ended with stroking off his 7 inch Italian sausage right inside my hole.
Kevin was next up. He did the same as Carmine only his hands were nearly double in size. Once he felt he’d blown out my hole enough, he stuffed me with his 6 inch dick and blew his nut.
Finally, it was the Fistologist’s turn. He put the mask back over my head and told me to popper up. He wanted to end our session with complete cunt destruction. There were many double punches thrown causing me to piss and orgasm again. Then John fucked and bred me like his pals.
When it was all over, John told me to lay there for awhile to let the adrenaline rush take over. He told me to lay back and just enjoy the ride. To let myself float. He deliberately said to keep the mask on as it would enhance what I was feeling.
I heard his guests thanking him as they dressed and left us.
Once they were gone, John lifted up the mask and took me upstairs to his bedroom. He said we should sleep it off and knew I was in no position to go home unattended, at least for now.
It took me some time to really come down from the highs before I was able to fall asleep, but when I did, I slept for 8 hours straight. It was an incredible night!
