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I have a love/hate thing for assholes. I was talking to one the other day and he said something that pissed me off. Apparently Mr. Repressed thinks it’s disgusting and gay for men to enjoy being penetrated. I quickly made him see the error of his thinking with fisting.

I took him to my place with a promise of giving him the time of his life.

I led him to my playroom downstairs and told him to get undressed. As he did that I went to a table by the wall. It was full of toys and I picked up a pair of handcuffs before going to the middle of the room. There was a sex bench there, it was long, rectangular and padded. I stood beside it and told him to come here. He did and I bent him over the end of it. He asked what I was doing but I ignored him. I crouched down and handcuffed his hands under the bench then went back to the table. I picked up a dildo and a spreader bar. I snapped the bar around his ankles, trapping him in his position. I spat on the dildo and pressed the tip against his asshole.

He tensed up and tried to move away. I kept pushing it in slowly and told him to relax. He said he wanted to go and I said I would let him if he still wanted to in five minutes. I finally got the dildo in him completely and moved it in and out, loosening him up. I increased my pace and pushed it deeper. He started moaning and I knew I had hit his prostate. I kept going for a minute, driving him crazy, then stopped.

I left the dildo in him and he started squirming, trying to make me move it again but I just sat on the bench in front of him.

He started whining so I reminded him how disgusting it was for him to want that. I let him beg for a minute then got up and slid the dildo out. I lubed my hand up and put it in the shape of a bird’s beak. I started to slowly push against his hole and felt his muscles tighten around me. He cried out when my knuckles went in but had quieted down by the time I got my hand inside. I gave him a minute to get used to it then began to slowly move my fingers.

He moaned so I made a fist and rotated my wrist, getting him used to movement. He started pushing against me so I moved my fist in and out of him, slowly at first then picking up speed. I got a good rhythm going, my hand nearly coming out before going back in. He moaned and asked me to go deeper. I did, pushing deep and making sure to hit his prostate. He clamped down on my hand and came from my fisting.
I slid my hand out and walked to the front of the bench. I straddled it, sitting in front of his face while he lay there gasping for breath. When he was breathing normally again I asked him if he had enjoyed it and what else he thought was disgusting. Turns out Mr. Repressed is an appropriate name for him and I’ll be enlightening him again soon.

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