“You see, doc, all I can think about is taking fists up my ass. I haven’t been able to sleep. I can’t focus at work. I don’t know what’s wrong with me?”
”Well, I want to, first, thank you for being so open with me. I don’t have many patients that are so transparent about their sexual kinks.”
”I know, I trust you doc. I mean, when I told you that I couldn’t keep my hands off my dick, you recommended chastity to help me with that.”
”Yes, and look at the progress we’ve made. You haven’t touched your penis in over six months.”
”At first, it was difficult to break the habit, but after a few weeks, I didn’t think about my dick anymore. I thought I was cured. But then I started playing with my butthole. It started with a finger, and then small toys. Of course, that led to larger toys, and ultimately, a need for a fist. So here I am no longer touching my cock, but always on the prowl for a big fist to stick up my ass. What’s going on with me, doc?”
”Well, there are some of us who have petitioned the DSM to add Obsessive Fisting Disorder (OFD) to the list of recognized mental health conditions. You aren’t the only patient with the same or similar symptoms. It seems to impact men more than females as we been recording our statistics. And this is not an easy fix. Putting a secure cage on your cock was a no-brainer. You’re still able to urinate, but not ejaculate. We can’t permanently close off access to your rectum. It’s just not feasible.”
”So how do I stop, doc? Is there a pill you can give me to take the edge off?”
”I’d rather not go down that route and avoid medication that could affect you in undesirable ways. Pills that would sedate you and make you lethargic. You are a man in your prime, you’re only 24, you should be having the time of your life. I don’t know if it will work, but there is one study currently underway for which you may qualify. It is very experimental and in early stages, but we could see if you are a good candidate. It is very underground, of course, because it not sanctioned by the FDA. In fact, the trial is happening now out of the country, in Cuba. There is a secured, private, laboratory on the Guantanamo Bay property. It was the only location available where the right conditions exist to cure this condition.”
“What? I have to go to Cuba? What the heck, doc? Why?”
”The army base is full of men with the stamina needed to overstimulate your rectum around the clock. Those army boys are full of rage and assholes like yours are a healthy outlet to release some of that energy. It’s a win-win for all involved. The army soldiers are able to focus better on their training after these sessions, and at the same time, they are contributing to the greater good by helping eradicate OFD to patients like you.”
”So how do I sign up? What do I need to do?”
”Let me make a phone call to the research leader, who was a classmate of mine in school. If you are accepted, I’m sure you will need to sign some release papers which will protect them from any lawsuits you may decide to bring forward later should the treatment harm you in some way. I don’t want to lie to you, there have been a few patients sent to the hospital with perforated rectums. These are risks involved, but most of the patients involved in the study seem to come home in one piece and have never considered taking a fist up their asses ever again. You really need to think carefully if this is what you want.”
”Doc, I’m losing my mind. Seriously, I just want to get better. I need to be cured. I’ll do anything. Please see what you can do.”
”Alright. Why don’t you sit in the waiting room and I’ll place a call right now.”
”Sure, doc. I’ll just grab a coffee and I’ll come back in a few minutes.”
Our patient, Evan, grabs a coffee at the Starbucks nearby and the doc places the call.
”Hello friend, how’s it going? To what do I owe the pleasure?”
”Hey Marc, it’s going pretty good hear. Sorry to bother you as I know you are very busy. I have a patient that I think would be an excellent candidate for your research study. He first came to me presenting with Obsessive Wanking Disorder. This kid, only 24, was jerking off up to 12 times a day. He couldn’t stop his hands from touching his cock. So I did what any good doctor would have done, I threw a cage on his cock. That seemed to work, he’s been unable to jerk off for over six months. Now it seems he is obsessed with his asshole. The poor lad has been hunting larger and larger fists constantly to the point where he’s no longer able to function normally in society. His work has suffered, he can’t sleep, and he’s at his wits end. That’s why I’m calling you. I thought maybe your study might help curr him.”
”Well, I see, doc. From what you’re describing, I do think he would be an excellent candidate. Does he understand the risks and the side effects? Before I agree to accept him, I need to know he’s fully committed. I have to negotiate with the US army to send soldiers, and it takes some time to coordinate. I don’t want to look like a fool if he were to back out.”
”Yes, I have explained everything to him. Trust me, he’s not going to back out. I would not have called you if I thought otherwise.”
“Great, as it happens, a patient did back out at the last minute. I haven’t contacted the Army contact just yet. If he can be here in tomorrow, I can get him in right away.”
”Why don’t you stay on the line for just a minute, I think he’s just returned from grabbing a coffee.”
”Hey Evan, I have my friend Dr. Wreckage on the phone now. He says if you can get down there tomorrow, he can fit you in. He had a cancelation. Sorry there isn’t more notice.”
”That is awesome, doc! Yes, yes, I’m ready to go. I almost just now got arrested. I grabbed the baristas fists and began to drag him to the men’s room. This isn’t normal. I’d another customer didn’t intervene who knows what could have happened. My symptoms are getting worse!”
”Alright, it’s settled. Go home and grab what you need and I’ll take care of the logistics.”
”Hi Marc, so my patient is excited to get started. He’ll fly down tonight and see you first thing in the morning.”
The next morning, Evan heads to the airport. The only items in his carry on bag are douching supplies and a fresh jockstrap. During the long flight all he could do is think about the relief he will feel after the treatment is administered.
The next morning, Evan douches for his treatment. Dr. Wreckage’s instructions called for a deep clean out.
When Evan arrived to the treatment facility, it looked like a typical doctor’s office. A young, male receptionist twink greeted him and handed him some forms to complete. Of course there were questions specific to Evan’s condition, when the symptoms began, what they are now, his overall health, etc., and release of liability. Evan was so anxious to get started, he didn’t bother to read the fine print.
He handed the clipboard to the twink. The paperwork was reviewed and The twink acknowledged that everything seemed to be in order.
”Please follow me, Evan.”
Evan was nervous, but not so much that he didn’t notice the twink’s good looks, blonde hair, blue eyes, square jaw, beautiful smile. He would have followed that twink anywhere.
As Evan walked down a corridor following the twink, the last door on the left was opened, and a small room lit by dim red lighting appeared, a sling in the center towards the back wall.
The twink closed the door behind them.
”Please remove your clothes and place them on the chair in the corner. It’s up to you if you leave your jockstrap on or not. Your treatment will not be impeded either way.
As Evan removed his clothing, the twink pulled off his shirt, too, revealing a tones, smooth chest with noticeable six-pack abs. In the small cabinet behind him, he pulled out a box of black gloves and a huge vat of Elbow Grease. Evan watched the twink closely as he prepared something that was sucked up into a thin needle.
“Please make yourself comfortable in the sling. I’m preparing a little something that will help relax you for the initial steps in your treatment. I have been trained to administer the first of seven steps in your treatment. There will be six other men that will enter this room over the course of the next 7 hours. By the time the last man enters you will be begging and pleading for your treatment to stop. Just know, it is necessary that all six of these men fist your asshole fully and completely in order for the treatment to take full-effect. If necessary, I will return later to secure your limbs so there is no interference. As you can see, I am not a member of the armed forces. Dr. Wreckage is my employer. However, each of the six men you will encounter have been specifically selected to administer the treatment needed to cure OFD. These are soldiers that have carried such internal rage, punching and stretching out needy cunts like yours has been a productive way for them to release their pent up energy. You should take comfort knowing that past patients who have mounted that very same sling have seen great results. When you come out of this on the other side, you’re going to feel so much better.”
”This is certainly not exactly what I expected. But at this point I have nothing to lose. I’m ready when you are. Let’s get this show on the road.”
The twink turned on some pipes in some relaxing background music with a slow beat, in fact, the same rhythm as a heartbeat. Even mounted the sling, his ankles secured in the stirrups and he placed his hands behind his head. The twink asked him to take some deep, relaxing breaths, and Evan hardly noticed when chemicals were injected into his rectum.
The twink spoke softly.
“Just relax. Take deep breaths. Deep calming, relaxing breaths. Feel your inner self shifting out the distractions in your life. Center your thoughts in this room, on your body, feel my fingers massaging your ass.”
Over the course of the next twenty minutes, Evan was in a deep hypnotic trance. The twink had waited just long enough for the drug to take hold. Evan hardly felt the twink gloved fingers pushing globs of fisting cream into his rectum. The twink pushed further and further making sure enough lube was coating Evan’s insides properly. The twink covered his left hand entirely down to his elbow. Evan was moaning in deep pleasure as the twink closed his fist and pressed forward. Evan’s hole offered no resistance as the fist “popped” through to the wrist. A deeper moan emerged from Evan’s mouth. The twink looked up into Evan’s face as he knows this patient was going to respond perfectly to this round of treatment.
The twink’s job in the first hour was to open the pathway to the second man in the line-up. The twink was gentle. Never taking things too far with Evan. One fist at a time, slowly, steadily opening the passage for a larger fist, and each man was specifically choreographed in size and intensity. In the first hour, the twink achieved his goal. Evan’s pussy was perfect. Puffy lips, no give, eager, hungry, perfectly lubed. With this mission accomplished, the twink pulled off his gloves, opened the door and the next man entered.
A momentary lapse in the handoff. Evan was so far gone he hardly noticed. This was deliberate. It was necessary to relax the patient for the first four hours. The drug would wear off by then and the most intense fisting treatment would commence with Evan fully awake and alert.
The second man gloved up and smothered his hands in grease. He was eager to get his closed fist up in that hole. He was a first year soldier, only 19, a slight, toned build like the twink, only with brown moppy hair and dark brown eyes and a light sprinkling of hair on his chest. With his fist inside Evan’s butt up to his elbow already, he looked up at Evan’s face. Evan’s eyes were closed and he looked like he was on another planet. Involuntarily, Evan pushed his ass forward and raised his cunt up higher. This was a signal that Evan’s butt was ready for something more. The young man began to pull his forearm back, pulling all the way out and slowly pushing all the way back in. After 15 minutes with the left arm, he switched to his right, slightly larger fist. Thirty minutes into it, he began to go faster, switching off each balled up fist. His job was to stretch Evan’s cavity, to go deeper just up the elbow, to punch inside slightly harder. By the end of his allotted hour, this soldier was sweating and ready to handoff to the next guy.
Another momentary pause allowed the next soldier to glove and grease. He’d been stationed in Cuba for almost 10-years. A married, straight man with a wife and two kids stateside. Upper 30’s, jet black hair, a matching mustache that had twinges of gray. Dark set eyes and a permanent growl on his face. The idea that the army kept him away from his wife and kids made him so angry, he was the perfect person for the next hour’s goal. His job was to punch inside Evan’s asshole with his closed fists, a larger size than the young man before him. This was to be the first pure non-stop punch out of the treatment plan. A former boxer himself, he looked forward to using Evan’s willing hole as a punching bag. Over the next hour, Evan howled in glee as his ass was truly beaten to a pulp, each fist forced inside up to the elbow. Evan stared at the stud in front of him, the thick chest hair this manly man possessed turned him on. It almost crossed his mind that after two hours, the treatment wasn’t working at all. If anything, he wanted more and more.
Exhausted, the hairy married soldier did his part and did it well. Evan’s pussy lips were practically unrecognizable. They were so puffy and swollen. The man had caused Evan’s developing rosebud to bloom and pulse. The next level of treatment would truly cause Evan’s cunt to see the result of this experiment.
The next man up was a burly brute himself. Standing six four, 230 pounds of pure muscle. His closed fists measured almost 12 inches around, larger than most. His job was to stretch Evan’s poor cunt beyond recognition. It would be the first step in taking two fists at once. The man removed his shirt and his body was completely smooth. A waxed chest, in fact, no hair under his pits, a body builder for sure. But another angry motherfucker. This soldier was placed into the program to keep him out of fights with other soldiers. The first thirty minutes consisted of Evan getting used to each large fist, stretching his asshole wider and wider. After thirty minutes, the soldier was able to placed one hand over the other, and Evan’s asshole gladly opened wide enough to take it. Evan was feeling true euphoria now, but soon those chemicals would wear off. At the end of the hour, Evan’s asshole was taking both fists side by side, even some mild punching. The soldier knew he had to hold back, it was the last man’s job to completely destroy Evan’s cunt to a point where Evan would never want to ride a fist ever again!
Next man up was a smoother young soldier, mid 20’s, average build and looks. He was specially selected for the next step in the process. His arms were long and thin. Knowing the chemicals would very shortly be tapering off, he needed to proceed carefully. His job in the first 20 minutes was to push his arm so far inside Evan’s asshole, up to his shoulder. This meant going way beyond the bicep. It was in this first twenty minutes when Evan snapped out of his trance and felt the full extent of the intrusion inside his body. He almost panicked. Luckily, this soldier had seen this type of reaction before and with one arm fully inserted, the other pushed a small button on the side of the sling to call for assistance.
The twink emerged and while Evan tried to fight it, the twink managed to secure Evan’s wrists to shackles above his head. Once secured, the twink left the room and the treatment continued. The next twenty minutes, the young soldier pushed his other hand deep inside Evan. Slowly, gradually, slipping like a slippery snake, slithering through, deeper and deeper until his armpit met Evan’s entrance. He could feel Evan’s heart beating to the same rhythm as the music. The last twenty minutes of the hour, the soldier needed to slip his free arm inside, fully, each arm fully inserted and Evan had to stay secured, his hole now being fucked by two arms, from hand to shoulder continuously. Evan pleaded for the soldier to stop to no avail, this was definitely the plan. Evan was no longer taking pleasure in this experience.
The twink came back into the room once again before the last soldier entered. He placed a bit gag into Evan’s mouth to keep him quiet. Evan had no idea what was about to occur. A large Hispanic man, 6 foot 7, dark beard, menacing eyes, hairy like a bear, and the largest, non-collapsible fists ever seen! His job was to completely annihilate Evan’s ass, to punch up inside of it, double fist, to the shoulder if needed. He had free rein, and had discretion as to what Evan would need to never, ever, want to take a fist again in his life to remove the OFD from his system like an exorcist. Like a man pissed to root out the evil, This man ruined Evan’s cunt quickly. It was a gloveless punch oit for the first few minutes, leaving Evan breathless. Punch after punch landed hard and deep inside Evan, the sounds of fist hitting his guts echoed loudly in the room. The twink entered again to assist the beast in greasing and regreasing, it was time for the two fisted blow out. The twink had never seen the beast wreck a hole so hard before. The beast grunted as Evan weakly protested grunting into the gag as the fists one over the other hit their target. Evan’s eyes bulged out of his head. The beast could tell, each double punch was curing Evan’s condition. Evan’s demeanor was changing, the look on his face showed nothing but contempt. The beast had beaten the enemy. Evan wouldn’t be shitting normally again for a month, but that was to be expected after such carnage. A large prolapse fell out of Evan’s ass and that signaled the end. Another success, this OFD had been defeated.
The beast left the room with a feeling of great satisfaction. He’d done it! He’d cured another victim of this rare condition. The twink removed the gag, released Rvan’s wrists from their binds, and allowed Evan to collect himself.
”From the looks of it, it seems we have successfully treated your condition. We had to restrain you, but yours was tough case. The treatment was harder and deeper than usual, but I do think we removed any trace of OFD from your body. How do you feel?”
“Honestly, while I know my ass is sore right now, I can’t fathom the idea of taking another fist again in my life. That was brutal. I never want to go through anything like that again!”
”All of our patients say that. That’s exactly what we aim to hear. I’m going to set you up in another room so you can rest before your flight back home. I have some ointment for you which will help sooth your rectum over the next few days. You will not be able to evacuate your bowels normally for at least a week, but after that, you should be living your life free of fists. Look out for a patient survey, and Dr. Wreckage will contact you personally for a follow-up to our treatment. Best of luck to you, Evan.”
Evan returned home and just as he hoped, he’d been cured of OFD, and hoped to remain that way for the rest of his life.
