Date: Fri, 3 May 2019 16:19:38 +0100
From: Stu Hadley <stuhadley77@gmail.com>
Subject: First Hand School Chapter 11

Day 15. Taken again

Themes include fist punching, rubber, machine fucking, domination and good
old fashioned fucking. Average reading time: 8 minutes.

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Oh god, I really hope that I haven't just fucked things up. I'm now halfway
through the program and my training continues at pace. Of course, the
difference now is that I'm fully onboard and totally devoted to my hole
development. I'm determined that no one is going to have a cunt as big as
mine!

Thankfully, Carl seems to be really happy with my development too but of
course he's always on the look out for new ways of supersizing my pussy. My
session with Sig, the ex-boxer with the XL fists, definitely seems to have
inspired him (just as much as the session (and my conversation with Marcus
about how I needed to be proud of my cunt) inspired me. I'm now up for
anything!).

For example, Carl has set up a series of competitive fist punching sessions
- in fact, we had one this morning. There's two different league tables,
one for how many punches I can take in 5 minutes and one for how many
punches before my ass gives way. Of course, they're both tests in endurance
for me, but for the tops the first is about speed (got to get those punches
in before the time runs out!) and the second is about stamina (just how
many times can you punch in a row?).

There's a constant stream of new tutors I've never met before who seem
incredibly eager to try out my hole. Of course, everyone has different
sized fists and different levels of ability so Carl has worked out a pretty
neat handicapping system. (Or should that be fisticapping?!) It even takes
into account the levels of lube the top needs to complete their turn. For
the really experienced guys it's amazing how far they can make a single
squeeze of J-Lube last...

However, it's not always about group sessions and competitions. Carl often
gives me one-on-one lessons and no matter how much I think I'm an old
hand/hole at this stuff, he constantly surprises me. Yesterday for the
first time Carl wore some super thick industrial rubber gloves that were
amazingly demanding. I thought I knew his hands intimately but this was
completely different...

As soon as he walked into the room I knew something was different. He was
wearing a black rubber catsuit (a bit like the one Sig wore the other day)
and he looked sleek and smooth. It took me a moment to notice that his
hands weren't shiny like the rest of him though, in fact from the biceps
down his entire arms were different. Carl explained that these were thick
rubber gloves that would give me a power stretch and help me understand
what my hole was truly capable of.

To be honest I was pretty excited by the thought and I almost jumped into
the sling. However, when Carl stood between my spread-eagled legs and wide
open hole I couldn't help but notice just how evil and determined he
looked. The thick rubber gauntlets and the total black body coverage made
him look like some kind of evil fisting superhero. Or maybe my fist
nemesis? I'm not sure, it just looked sick.

The stretch itself was amazingly intense... I was so used to Carl fisting me
with his bare hands that it took a long time to get used to the feeling.
Somehow his gloved hands were much smoother, the thick rubber cancelling
out his knuckles and the natural bumps on his hands. This meant that even
though his fists were bigger, they could actually slide into my hole more
easily. It was a twisted combination.

As the session went on he kept on increasing the thickness of the rubber. I
would momentarily get used to the stretch, and then he would swap the
gauntlets out for something thicker and larger. By the end the rubber was
so thick and stiff that he could barely clench a fist inside of me. I
became slightly delirious and could no longer register just how big his
hands had become. It was brutal.

It was SO fucking worth it though. Just at the point when I thought I
couldn't take any more he ripped the thick gloves off and plunged his fists
into my hole bare. Oh my fucking god! His normally large hands suddenly
felt tiny in my cunt, so open and sloppy and slack had he stretched it. My
delirium turned into total bliss. He used the extra space he'd created
inside of me as his playground, punching and pushing his fists in every
god-given direction. It was fucking stunning. I'd never felt anything like
it and begged for it not to stop. Of course, my hole closed up over time,
but for a while I was a very happy pig.

However, today stands out for completely different reasons. It started off
with my third competitive fist punching session, before another hardcore
lap of circuit training. In the late afternoon I was sent for another spell
of machine stretching and that's where my problems began.

Trent told me that it was program 55, basic depth reaming. I was very
familiar with the format of these computer controlled lessons, but now I
had embraced being at the School I was no longer restrained to the stirrup
chair. That meant the machine's robotic arm and its catalogue of dildo
attachments were free to do their best without me tied down. Part of me
missed the bondage, but I also respected the trust I've been given. After
all, there's no way I'm going to shy away from those toys anymore - I want
them all!

However, about halfway into the program Trent jumped back into the room and
said he needed to end the session short. Something about an alarm being
sounded in one of the other machine rooms and Trent needing to sort it out.
Said that it wasn't good practice (or safe) to leave me totally
unsupervised... I guess that makes sense.

He hit a command on the control panel to flush the lube and ass juices out
of my hole (another standard practice when halting a session apparently,
the clean out would stop me getting crusty). As the machine started the
rinse, Trent left saying I could find my own way back to Carl's room.

Two minutes later I was totally clean and the robotic arm withdrew,
powering down the machine. It took me a moment to process what had just
happened. I hadn't been replugged! The machine normally did it
automatically at the end of each program. I guess this time, given the
sudden emergency and flush out, Trent had forgotten to select the right
command.

It was the first time in a week that I hadn't been plugged when not being
used. And wow did it feel different to be free! I could feel my pussy lips
touching each other, and a delightful worn out feeling in my hole. I was
worried for a moment that I would be blamed for being unplugged, but surely
no one could blame me for this. I don't control the machine.

I got out of the chair and left the room. It felt weird walking without
something in my hole - I was almost reverse bow-legged - but the
strangeness didn't stop me from starting to slowly make my way back to
Carl's.

However, halfway down the corridor I was suddenly bundled through a door by
someone. It was Jay! We hadn't seen each other in days, not since the
responsibility for my training had been taken away from him. Basically my
admissions form had specified I was here for ass instruction only, with no
cock sucking allowed. But one daybreak Jay had fed me his morning wood and
deposited his tangy load direct in my mouth. My subsequent love of his cum
and that he had `broken' my training plan had meant serious consequences
for both of us.

I honestly wasn't sure how I felt about seeing him. At the time I'd felt
pretty angry that I was being punished for something he'd done to me, as if
it was all my fault. In fact, if our cocksucking misadventures hadn't of
happened then I probably wouldn't have been fisted quite so soon in the
program. I guess I can't complain about that now!

He had dragged me into one of the smaller sex classrooms, just equipped
with a bed and a sling. He must have come straight from the gym, as he was
dressed in grey sweat shorts and a blue tank top. His upper body glistened
with sweat, and his dick stuck out prominently under the--

Stop! I had to stop myself! I had to get back to Carl's. I tried to leave
but Jay held me back. He said that he'd set the alarm off knowing that it
was standard protocol to return trainees to their rooms. He'd trusted that
one of Carl's students would be given some leeway to wander the corridors
unsupervised. I immediately asked him why he'd wanted to find me. Surely
we'd got into enough trouble last time?

"I just had to tap that ass again, it's been driving me crazy" he replied.
"There's no time to talk, just time to fuck!"

I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I knew this was wrong,
crazily wrong, but it had been over a week since anyone had fucked me and I
felt in desperate need for cock. He could see the lust in my eyes and he
took full advantage of it. He flung his shorts off to reveal his fireplug
dick. It was just as hard, thick and as imposing as I remember. In his
enthusiasm he spun me around and almost flung me forwards onto the bed.
Instinctively I pushed my ass up in the air ready for his inspection.

"Fucking hell, that's seriously impressive progress. You really are turning
into a cunt! Good shape too! Fist trenches always make for the best
pussies! And a properly inviting gape too with big, puffy cunt lips to give
me something to bounce into, I love it!"

With that he lined up his fat cock and rammed it deep into my hole in one
savage thrust. Jesus! Whilst I may have just had a stretching session I was
bone dry and Carl hadn't used any lube. "Take it, bitch! You know that's
the sign of a true pussy right? Being able to take a thick dick like mine
without any unnecessary lube or spit!" he cried.

Despite the ass assault I couldn't help but be turned on by what was going
on in my hole. He was long-dicking my ass, withdrawing the full length of
his prick before plunging his full body weight back against my ass cheeks
and pussy lips. Despite all of my machine training sessions - which had
successfully managed to reprogram me to the needs of my hole before my cock
- I couldn't deny that my dick was desperately trying to get hard and
fighting against the confines of my metal cock cage. The thought of him
fucking me bare and without lube (and that I was able to take it) was a
serious turn on.

On and on he went... Till now, every time we'd fucked I'd been amazed at both
the sheer thickness of Jay's beer can cock and his powerful jackhammering
motion. This time though? I've got to be honest, his dick barely touched
the sides. Like clockwork, Jay confirmed it and cried out "my god that
feels so good... you are the loosest pussy I've ever fucked! It's like
porking a meat-sock... all slack and sloppy and pulsating for more. Christ,
the more I bang you the more your pussy is juicing up!"

He was right. I could feel my natural ass juices (and probably his precum
too) taking over and lubricating my hole. Both of us were hungry for it.

Suddenly Jay paused, his dick still deep inside of me. "Tighten up for me
bitch, can you do that, can you?" he asked. I tried, I really did, but his
dick was too thick and my hole too tired. "Jesus you can't, can you? You
really have become a cunt, no good for fucking anymore! Just good for
fisting, just a used up little ffuckhole."

Clearly this wasn't true as Jay really seemed into fucking me. And of
course I was proud of being a ffuckhole. (Little? How very dare he!) He
built up to his full punishing stroke, called me every name in the book and
reminding me of just how far I had fallen. Was I worried that if Jay's
fireplug dick didn't touch the sides, nobody else's would either? No. I was
a cuntsleeve for fists. I had been changed and was all the better for it.

With a bellow he shot his load deep inside of me. God knows how long he'd
been saving it as I felt as if I had been given a cum enema. He withdrew
his slowly softening cock, and I could feel his dickslop trickle out of my
hole. Even without his dick inside of me, I could barely clench to keep the
juices in.

Jay seemed eager to leave, and got dressed super quick. He winked and told
me to keep this as `our little secret'.

So now I'm sitting here in Carl's room. I've tried to wipe the evidence
away but it's tough - it simply keeps on dripping out of my pussy.
Unfortunately the enema hoses only work with the stretcher plugs, and of
course I'm not wearing one of those.

Damn, it's going to be pretty obvious to anyone that looks that I've been
fucked. I should be all right though, I think... After all, it's not my fault
that I was left unplugged. And whilst I may have got into trouble for
sucking Jay off, that was ages ago. A lifetime in fact... Surely a cock in my
ass shouldn't break the rules... should it? If anything it should be
encouraged!

Fuck it. Carl's not back and it's late. Time for bed.

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Next: Bobby's misdemeanours catch-up with him...

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