At an unknown part of town I attended a gay event, I approached the bar, and sat on the backless barstool.
"Ill have two beers please" I asked
"Sorry no drinks, only fists!" he replied.
"No beer only fists?" I asked
"Yes fisting or punch fisting?" he said, your choice.
"OK, Ill have one punch fisting" and slammed my hand on the bar.
"Strip off those pants and panties right here, and sit back on the bar stool, with your big asshole hanging off the end and cock pushed straight down, Ill be right back" He said.
I was still in position when he returned with blue rubber gloves on and coated with crisco.
He knelt behind me, "Hold on to that bar rail baby, your rectum is going for a ride" and with out warning,
"WAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I screamed as he powered his fist into me without warning. Luckily I was real loose from lost of use, He proceeded to piston punch fist me calling me a slut and whore, he said he is counting off 30 punches then we are done, it dont want to get caught.
And he went to work, the punching got more intense 5..6..7..8..9..10, after 12-15 punches I lost all rectal control, then he started getting more aggressive and punching and twisting, determined to ruin my anal ring muscle for good.
After 20 punch and twists, I started to squirt a stream of piss on the in punch. We were nearing punch 30, I was holding that bar rail, taking a fisting like never before, I could feel my anal orgasm build,
"Im gonna cum from anal, keep going" I begged, the perfect punch and twisting sent my cock shooting from anal, un-touched.
He was now at count 35 and stopped "OK Analwhore your done, put your pants on. I collapsed on the bar, asshole spasming like mad, "Thank you, Thank you very much" I said and left.
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