Anal sex, fisting and degradation – Part 8

Anal sex, fisting and degradation – Part 8
My wounds healed quite fast, I was already able to sit in the afternoon. That was a good sign. I removed the fist dildo after lunch and took a long nap. My body felt great when I woke up and was ready for some action. Andy was sunbathing on the terrace. I sat on his lap and recognized his bulging belly. “Hey! Why did you play with dildos while I’m asleep?” I was a little angry. Andy woke up and looked at me staggered. “I’m sorry. I was preparing the toys for later and I couldn’t wait to play with it.” He looked bashfully and my anger was gone. I kissed him and then we had sex. We waited till the sun was gone behind the mountain and went inside. I was curious what Andy had prepared, so I went to the bathroom. There was nothing but some towels and lube tubes. “I thought you prepared some toys for our next session?” I asked him. “I did.” “But there are no toys in the bathroom.” “I put all toys away, they were still lying there from yesterday evening because we don’t need any toys today. It’s just you and my hand tonight.” He winked and I felt excitement rising inside of me. We had done so many sessions, but every time I knew something new was coming, I felt thrilled. “Are you ready?” he asked. I was. I was so ready. “Let’s do this!” I shouted. Andy laughed, picked me up and carry me into the bathroom. Minutes later, I was tied up, on my knees, ass up. He wanted to put a gag in my mouth, but I refused. “I won’t scream. I will be completely still like always.” With my gaping ass high up, my body was ready. Oil ran down my hole, lube covering the edge. The game was on. One finger entered. Then two, three, four. No problem so far and already standard. The thumb joined and Andy spread his fingers. Bit by bit, the sphincter gave in. I felt the fingers entering deeper, the knuckles getting further and further. The pain rose and I imagined my sphincter ripping apart any second. I didn’t care. I wanted this so badly. Then it happened. The knuckles slipped in and Andy’s hand was inside of me. It pressed against my intestinal wall. The pain was enormous. “How far in is it?” I asked. “Wrist deep. Want me to go a little deeper?” I nodded. I felt the hand move forward. The pain rising. Andy moved his finger and touched my navel from the inside. My whole body was shaking, I was almost blacking out. I was breathing heavily, hyperventilating. Andy moved his fingers from left to right, like he was waving. The pain faded and after a while it was gone. He pulled his hand out slowly and when it was out, it felt like my whole rectum wanted to be pushed out. It was a reflex, I couldn’t do anything against it. I pressed as hard as I could and felt blood dripping on my hands. Andy poured lube on my loosened asshole and entered it with his hand again. This time, he did it with one push. A sudden rush of pain sped through my body. I blacked out in an instant, but was conscious a few seconds later. In the meantime, Andy fisted my ass. In and out. In and out. Every time his hand entered, pain rushed through my body, but it decreased after every entry. My asshole made a sucking sound each time the hand entered and farted every time it was out. I was no longer in control of my rectal muscles. Andy twisted his hand when it was inside me. I couldn’t believe it. His hand was in my ass, stretching my asshole and rectum. After what seemed to be the 100th entering, his hand remained inside. I felt his fingers moving, his hand forming a fist. It was like having a ball inside my body. He twisted his fist and moved it left and right. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “I can pull my hand out now, remaining it as a fist. You know what that means?” “That my sphincter will rip and my asshole will never be able to close again?” I asked back. Please say yes. Please say yes. He waited, then answered: “That’s exactly what will happen. There will be lots of blood and it will feel like your gut is falling out all the time for the next few days. You will have to intensify your training and train your pelvis muscles with squats. There is no turning back. Is that really what you want?” Without hesitation I said: “Yes, that’s exactly what I want. Do it!” Andy pulled his fist and lifted up my body. “There is no way his hand will fit through my asshole,” I thought. He put his left hand on my left ass cheek and pushed. The fist slowly stretched my anal muscles. I felt the muscles and veins ripping apart. Blood flowing down my thighs, dripping on my hands like a waterfall. The pain was incredible. Like thousand needles piercing my flesh. His fist slipped out and I screamed. I couldn’t hold it. His hand entered again instantly, forming a fist and ripping my asshole while moving out. I didn’t count how often he did it, but it must have been at least 20 times. A huge pool of blood has formed on the ground around my knees, my hands and forearms covered completely. Fortunately, we were already in the shower. When Andy was finished, he untied me and I sank down. Lying on my belly, my right hand searched for my asshole. Where once was my anus, now was a warm, soft and slippery mass. I sat up, looking at my bloody arms and hands. Also, my body was full of it from lying in the pool of blood. I dipped my hands in the blood and rubbed it on my legs. Andy joined in and rubbed my back. After a minute, my whole body was covered in blood, even my face and hair. I licked my fingers and it tasted great. Andy kissed me and I painted a read heart on his belly. “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. “You’re welcome. But remember, we have to repeat this a couple of times to make progress.” “I don’t care, we can do this as often as it is necessary. Did you do this with your asshole as well?” “Of course,” he replied. “Now let me disinfect your wound.” I got back in my original position and Andy peed on my broken asshole. It burned and I felt it relax. During the following shower, it burned even more and the water running down my legs remained pink. “Will it stop bleeding?” I asked. “Not for now. You will have to wear a diaper and lots of ointment tonight. Tomorrow morning, the bleeding will be over. But tomorrow evening, it will start again. We will have to do this till all veins are ripped and have scared over.” “How long will it take?” “The cicatrisation process will take weeks. But after a week of daily stretching the bleeding will only be minimal.”
Wearing a diaper felt strange, but I knew I had to wear it or the bed would be dirty. My asshole felt strange that night, like it wasn’t there anymore. Andy instructed me to do 200 squats every day. I wanted to increase my training intensity anyway. The next days went by with a constant daily cycle. In the morning, we started hiking till lunch time. We always looked for a hidden place in the woods. Before we ate lunch, we focused on my deepthroat skills. Andy’s penis fitted almost in my mouth. After lunch, we cooled us down by peeing on each other. We liked the smell of urine while hiking and the disgusting and irritated looks of the other hikers was totally worth it. After coming back to the cabin in the afternoon, we took a nap. In the evenings, Andy destroyed my asshole. My wounds from the whipping were almost gone, but my anal wounds were still present. The loss of blood was vast and after a few days I was tired all day. Five days after the first fisting, we stayed at home. It was Sunday and it was really hot that day. We decided to stay home and do something else instead. I slept in and it was after noon when I got up. I felt better and Andy suggested to do some deepthroat training at home. We had two goals. First, to hold my breath for one minute. Second, to finally fit his penis in my throat. My record till then was 53 seconds and I nearly blacked out that time. This time, Andy was supposed to keep the dildo in 60 seconds, no matter what. I sat on a chair and he tied me to it. He tied me really good, I could only turn my head. The rest of my body was fixated. He stood behind me, pulling my head back and filled my mouth with oil. We used peanut oil, my favourite. My gag reflex didn’t exist anymore and I was pretty proud of it. The dildo entered my mouth, stretching my throat, sliding down towards my stomach. Andy moved it up and down, massaging my gullet. First slowly, then getting faster and faster. I felt my throat bulging whenever the dildo moved down. Andy’s left hand grabbed my throat just beneath the jaw like a bar clamp. Now I even couldn’t move my head. He pulled out the dildo and asked: “Are you ready?” “Yes, I am.” The dildo entered my mouth and Andy started the timer with his foot. He inserted the dildo till I couldn’t breath and waited. The time seemed to stand still. I wasn’t able to see the timer, so Andy said the elapsed time every 10 seconds. 20 seconds were no problem. After 30 seconds I felt the need to breath, after 40 seconds I started to feel the lack of oxygen. The urge of breathing rose, after 45 seconds my belly contracted, but my lungs didn’t fill with air. I felt my head turning read, tears running down my cheeks. After 50 seconds, my whole body tensed. The ropes dug deep into my flesh. How should I survive 10 more seconds? Andy counted every second now. 51, 52, 53, 54. New record. My vision blurry. 55, 56. His voice from far away. 57, 58. It’s getting darker. 59, 60. Just before I blacked out, Andy pulled the dildo out and released my head. I sucked in the air and took a couple of deep breaths. My vision came back and I could hear my own breaths. I coughed hard, saliva dripping out of my mouth into my lap. Andy pulled back my head and grabbed my jaw. Pressing in my cheeks, I opened my mouth and he poured in some oil. What is he up to? I wanted to close my mouth but couldn’t. The dildo entered my mouth again and it all started over. “Why is he doing this?” I thought to myself. He probably saw my shocked facial expression because he said: “Only with intensive training comes great achievement.” I blinked to give him my approval, but he would have done it anyway. After 30 seconds I realised, that this time I wouldn’t stay conscious till the end. After 40 seconds the urge to breath was enormous and after 45 seconds my body was numb, my vision cloudy and my belly hurt from trying to breath. I can’t remember when I passed out, but it must have been somewhere between 50 and 53 seconds. When I gain my consciousness, I was lying on the bed on my back, naked but covered with a blanket, my head hanging over the edge of the bed. When I tried to move, I couldn’t. My arms and legs were tied up. I looked around and saw Andy sitting on the floor right next to me. “How long was I out?” “A few minutes. How do you feel?” “A little dizzy. What are you going to do next?” I sounded scared, but I didn’t want to. “Don’t you trust me? Do you want me to stop?” Andy asked with big eyes. “No! No! Sorry, that didn’t come the way it was supposed to. I’m excited what is coming next.” Andy smiled. “You’re a funny noddle.” He kissed me. Then he got up and kneed on the mattress, my head between his legs. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” He grabbed my neck, securing my head. I stretched my head back as far as I could, my chin, throat and chest building one line. His penis entered my mouth. It was thicker and harder than the dildo. I took one last breath and let the penis invade my throat. It was oiled and the friction was minimal. I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling. My larynx being pushed up, the glans entering my gullet. His testicles tickling my nose. Finally, my chin touching his belly. It was done. His penis was inside my mouth and throat with its whole length. Andy began do move his hip slowly, massaging my throat with his fingers. Every 30 seconds, he pulled his penis out far enough for me to breath. Then back in, increasing the speed of his movements. In and out. In and out. Fucking my mouth like my pussy or my asshole. The breaks for me to breath became shorter. I ran out of oxygen. I felt my body tense, just like before. One last push and he came in my throat. His sperm shot into my stomach. The pulsating penis releasing its white gold. I wanted to cough, but the penis was still in. I bit hard, which seems to be appealing to him. The penis filled with blood again and stretched my throat. Then I blacked out again.
When I woke up, I was lying on the couch. I was dressed and covered with a blanket. My hair smelled freshly washed. My wrists hurt. They were red from pulling on the ropes. It was already dark outside. I got up and walked towards the kitchen. Andy must have bathed and dressed me. My head felt dizzy. I looked around and found him next to the grill. It smelled great. He came towards me and lifted me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissed him and whispered in his ear: “I love you, Andy. I love you so much. I will never leave you.”