Punched93 Gets Extreme Fisted for Studfist in Dr Hole

Title: “Extreme Fisting: Punched93 Takes on Studfist in Dr Hole’s Faust Feast”

Dr. Hole’s examination room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the sterile white walls. The air was thick with anticipation as Punched93 laid on the cold metal table, legs spread wide, eagerly awaiting the doctor’s next move. The doctor, clad in a pristine white lab coat, had an air of authority and a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Now, let’s begin your rectal exam, shall we?” Dr. Hole said, his voice low and husky. “This won’t be like any exam you’ve had before.”

Punched93 nodded, a tinge of nervous excitement welling up inside him. He had heard tales of Dr. Hole’s extreme fisting techniques, but nothing could have prepared him for what was about to come.

First, the doctor administered a generous application of lube around Punched93’s tight hole. Slowly, carefully, Dr. Hole inserted one finger inside. Punched93 let out a soft groan as his walls stretched to accommodate the invading digit.

“Deep breaths now,” Dr. Hole instructed, as he began to work his finger deeper. “You’re doing well.”

But Dr. Hole wasn’t satisfied with just one finger. He added a second, then a third. Punched93 could feel himself stretching, his body struggling to accommodate the growing intrusion. The doctor curved his fingers, probing and searching, until he found that sweet spot deep inside.

“Oh fuck!” Punched93 cried out, his back arching off the table as a jolt of intense pleasure shot through him. Dr. Hole smirked, pressing harder on his prostate.

Now, it was time to kick things up a notch. Dr. Hole removed his fingers and reached for a new implement – a safe, but still substantial silicone fist. He slicked it up with lube and pressed the tip against Punched93’s relaxed hole.

Punched93 took a deep breath, bracing himself for the brutal fullness to come. Dr. Hole began to push, slowly but insistently. Punched93 felt his walls strain and stretch, little by little, as the fist slid deeper and deeper inside him.

“Fuck, it’s so big,” Punched93 whimpered, his legs trembling with the effort to stay open. “I don’t know if I can take it all.”

But Dr. Hole was relentless. He kept pressing, kept chanting words of encouragement, until finally, finally, the whole fist sunk into Punched93’s guts. Punched93 let out a ragged moan, twin tears of pain and pleasure streaming down his face.

Dr. Hole paused for a moment, letting Punched93 adjust to the intense fullness. Then, with a cruel grin, he began to fist-fuck Punched93 hard and fast. Punched93 cried out with each thrust, the entire force of Dr. Hole’s fist slamming into his exposed prostate.

“Take it,” Dr. Hole growled. “Take it all like a good little fucktoy.”

And Punched93 did. He took it, sheathing the fist deep inside him with every thrust, his body surrendering to the brutal invasion. He felt filled beyond capacity, his belly distended outward, his whole body owned and consumed by the fist inside him.

Then, as if things weren’t extreme enough already, Dr. Hole added another fist, pushing it in alongside the first. Punched93 felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out, but he didn’t care. The overwhelming sensation of fullness was too much, too intense, too perfect.

“I think I’m going to cum,” Punched93 managed to choke out, his voice strained. “Just from this.”

Dr. Hole grinned wickedly. “Go on then. Cum for me. Cum all over my fists like a dirty little slut.”

The dirty talk pushed Punched93 over the edge. With a hoarse cry, his untouched cock erupted, spilling cum all over his abs and chest. Dr. Hole didn’t let up, continuing to fist-fuck him through his orgasm, drawing out every last Drop of cum until Punched93 was a shivering, whimpering mess.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Hole withdrew, both hands, emptying Punched93 with a gush of lube. Punched93 lay there, legs splayed, hole gaping and twitching, catching his breath. His whole body felt receptors, abused and used, but so, so satisfied.

Dr. Hole gave his raw hole a few gentle pats, grinning at the ‘rosebud’ of his fingers’ work. “There we are. Another exam concluded.”

Punched93 could only nod weakly, knowing that he would be craving another appointment with Dr. Hole time soon. Extreme fisting was indeed an art form, and he was more than eager to be put on display in its honor again.