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Subject: Real Life Popper Trainer: Chapter 8 Hey guys, I hope you like this one. Just a warning, this is very fist-heavy, so if you’re not into that kind of thing, I wouldn’t suggest reading it. My continued thanks for the amazing feedback from the previous chapters. I’ve had some great (long) chats with some really great guys, and had some some great suggestions from you; and I’d love to have more. This story is completely fiction, and it should stay that way. Leave your fantasies in your head, where they belong. Let kids be kids. Again, as with previous chapters, this story acts as popper trainer. Real world rules apply, poppers are not for everyone and they are not to be taken lightly. If you feel ill, STOP. Have a drink, get some fresh air. I cannot be held responsible for your actions. There are A LOT of hits in this chapter, be warned. You don’t have to do them all, go at your own pace. Last, and by no means least, donate to Nifty. It’s an amazing place that has kept me cumming for years. Support it as much as you can! Chapter Eight Dad picked me up and hugged me tight. I burrowed my face into his chest hair, sniffing deep at the source of my favourite smell in the world. I heard him chuckle above. He bounced me a little like you would do to quiet a crying child, and I quite liked it. `Fuck, I love you son’ he murmured. He laid me down in the sling, and looped my ankles and wrists into the supports attached to the chains. `This level is going to be hard Sammy’ he explained as he leant to cover me with his body and kissed me gently around my neck, `it’s going to be the hardest one yet, but I know you can do it. I’ll be right here, holding you with my hand, every step of the way.’ If I’d been more aware, if I hadn’t been as tired or as fried from the poppers; I might have caught what he said, but I didn’t. Instead I just nuzzled into him as his stubble tickled my smooth skin. `Ok Daddy’ I giggled, `I trust you’ Dad leant up to properly French me, and I felt him tickling my sloppy, open hole with a couple fo his fingers as we kissed. I moaned and laughed into his mouth, and he smiled down at me. `I love you son’ he said, his eyes twinkling. `I love you too Daddy’ I whispered back, just for him to hear. He smiled down at me for another second, and then he was gone. `Ok guys’ he shouted at the rest of the team, `let’s fucking destroy my sons’ hole!’ The team cheers, and from my vantage point in the sling, I watched as a couple of the guys picked up one of the wooden changing benches and moved it over so it faced between my legs. My dad straddled it to sit between my legs, and I could see his head above my little boydick. One of the other men handed him a large clear sports bottle of a thick looking clear liquid. `Ready?’ he asked, `Yes, Daddy’ I replied. `Initiate Level Eight’ he said to everyone else. He smiled up at me, and then nodded to someone above my head. Jack and my Uncle Mike moved to stand either side of me, and held a fresh bottle under each of my nostrils. They were both looking down at me with some amazement and lust in their eyes, I couldn’t help but smile back up at them. `Now, I want you to take five massive hits, ok Sammy?’ asked my Dad from between my legs. I nodded as much as I could with the bottles already under my nose. I could smell the fumes from them even though I was breathing through my mouth. `One’ I breathed in deep. I felt Dad insert a lubed finger inside my hole. It obviously wasn’t stretching me, but he ran it around the perimeter of my hole, and I shivered as he ran over all the ridges just inside my hole, and tickled my prostate. I finished breathing in, and Dad smiled up at me. `Breathe out’ I did so, and shivered again as the poppers ran through my system. `Two’ I breathed in deep again. Another finger slid inside me. There was still no stretch, but there was more strength behind him running his fingers around my hole and it felt great. `Breathe out’ I did so again. Dad smiled up at me, and Jack and Uncle Mike smiled down at me. `Three’ I breathed in deeply for the third time. I felt Dad another lubed finger join the other two inside my hole. They were now starting to stretch me occasionally, depending on how Dad was holding his hand. This time he not only ran them around the edges of my hole, he fucked me with them, pulling them in and out with increasing speed. He pegged my prostate with every thrust and I groaned as I finished breathing in. `Hold it’ he instructed. I held the hit inside me as he proceeded to fuck me slower and deeper with his fingers. I lazed onto his hand, and felt my body relax completely in the sling. `Breathe out’ `Four’ I breathed in as deep as I could for the fourth time this round. Another finger slipped inside my stretched out pussy. Those four were filling me up, but not pushing the limits of my hole after I’d had it so thorough stretched so far. Dad was smiling up at me as he worked and I huffed, a leer slashed across his face as he began to slowly fuck me with those four fingers. `Hold it again, slutpuppet’ I held the hit in as I felt his four fingers go as deep into me as they could. I could feel the part of his hand where his thumb met the rest of his hand nudging my hole. He sawed in a few times like that, the knuckles on his fingers brushing past my prostate with every stroke. `Breathe out, Sammy’ I could feel the energy in the room change. Whereas before it felt like a party, it felt like speed was king and time was of the essence; it now felt completely the opposite. It felt darker, deeper, more lustful. Someone even turned off half the lights, so the room was dimmer. I looked down at my Dad and he was focused on my hole, and so I looked up at the men around me. They were lazily jerking, but all were focused on me and my hole expectantly. `This needs to be the biggest hit you’ve ever taken Sammy, ok?’ said my Dad from between my legs, `thirty seconds, ok?’ I nodded again and breathed out all the air from my lungs. `Good boy, take hit five, and I’ll count you down’ I started to breath in. I could feel the fumes starting to fill my lungs as Dad started the countdown from thirty. `Thirty…..twenty five….twenty….keep going now faggot. Fifteen….’ As I huffed, I felt Dad adjust his hand so his thumb was tucked in, and he began to push it against my hole. `Ten….nine…eight…seven…six…five…four…three…two…one. Now hold it in’. I did so, struggling to hold the biggest hit I’d ever taken, and the most poppers I’d ever consumed in one go. Dad reached up with his other hand and stroked my tummy. Jack and Uncle Mike moved the bottles away from my nose. `Good boy, keep holding it. Now when you breathe out, I need you to push out as hard as you can, like you’re going to the bathroom’ he instructed, `I know it’s going to feel weird as you’re şişli travesti really stretched out down there, but you need to try, ok?’ I nodded down at him frantically. `Breathe out’ I did so slowly, and pushed down as hard as I could. I felt something enormous start to enter my hole, though the poppers were fucking me up to such a degree that I had no idea what it was. It continued to push in, and suddenly it seemed to slip passed any remaining vestiges of resistance and I felt very full very quickly. My brain went into overload trying to process this new feeling and trying to tie it to something it had felt before, but fell short. It wasn’t as long as the toys, but it was fatter than the plug. Failing to find something familiar, my brain decided to just ride out the feeling happening to my arse. Of course, all this happened in milliseconds, and once I finally came back to myself, I let out a loud cry. It wasn’t from pain, I think, more from shock. `Shhhhhhh’ whispered my Dad, `just relax your hole and breathe deeply’ I nodded tentatively, and it seemed to help. I still didn’t know what he’d shoved inside me, but my body was starting to accept it. `I’m just going to hold still baby until you get used to it, ok?’ I nodded again. Dad was rubbing my tummy with one hand, and it began to dawn on me what he’d just done. `Daddy?’ I practically whispered, `have I got your hand in my pussy?’ His laugh was a short bark. `I sure do, my gorgeous little fagboy’ he answered, With that, he wiggled what I imagine were his fingers gently inside me. But as gentle as his movements were, they were amplified a thousandfold inside my body and almost immediately my hole clamped down around his wrist and I started to shake through one of the strongest drycums of the night. `Fuck yeah baby boy’ I could hear him shout over my moans, `cum for Daddy with his big, meaty fist in your sloppy cunt!’ I almost screamed with pleasure. My hole was trying its’ best to clamp down as ripples of pleasure emanated from it, but it was met my the immovable object that was my Dads’ wrist. I even fancied I could feel the hairs on his arms tickling my puffy lips. My boygasm spread through me like wildfire and I pretty much lost control on my body, thankfully my arms and legs were suspended otherwise I’d probably have hit or kicked one of the men still stood around me. The men were cheering now, louder than ever, seemingly ecstatic my Dad had essentially turned me into a glove puppet. `Watch what Uncle Mike’s doing, fag, it’ll make this easier for you’ I looked up to see my Uncle holding my long forgotten briefs, blue with Captain Americas shield on the crotch. He took the popper bottle and poured a small amount right on the crotch, and then rolled them up so the wet part was on the inside. He then placed it in my mouth, so it looked like I was smoking a very bizarre cigar. This meant I was hitting with pretty much every breath, and the effects soon became apparent. The constant stream of poppers meant my hole (and the rest of my body) was before more and more relaxed with each breath I took. I was soon moaning into the gag, and I nodded down to my Dad. He started to very gently move his hand backwards, as though he was planning on pulling out on my hole. I groaned as the widest part of his hand began to pull on my hole, and then moan in pleasure as he pushed it back in gently. He did this over and over, getting my hole used to the idea of my Dads’ hand exiting it, and getting my brain used to that idea too. The slowness with which he moved and the never-ending fumes from the popper-gag in my mouth combined to dispel any notions of pain, and almost without realising it, I let go of the tension I was unconsciously holding in my body. I physically felt myself relax as though I were observing myself from the outside. My entire body literally slackened onto his hand, and I felt the sling move as I was no longer holding myself away from my Dad. `That’s it baby boy, relax for Daddy’ he growled, `you know I’ll make you feel good.’ As soon as he finished talking, he actually pulled his hand out of my hole. I screamed with pleasure into the gag as my destroyed hole was stretched by the widest part of his hand. I looked down at him, and he winked at me as he showed me what had been inside my hole. His hand was in an odd position, all his fingers together, like a goose-neck; and glistened with lube in the dim light. I’m sure my eyes would have registered surprise if they weren’t reddened and darkened by the poppers. His hand disappeared from my view, but I felt it almost immediately enter my hole again. Without being told too, I pushed out like before to meet it, and I was rewarded with that amazing full feeling. He pulled out again, and pushed back in. We kept up this rhythm for a while, getting my hole used to being invaded by something so big. Eventually, I pushed the popper-gag out of my mouth with my tongue, and whispered, `Fist me Daddy!’ The men around me cheered, and I watched as my Dad’s eyes darkened too. He pulled out slowly, and then started to push back in, but this time it was different and I wasn’t sure why. His hand felt bigger, more brutal; but still it pushed into my hole and stretched it further. He held still for a few seconds to allow me to get used to it, and I almost regretted jettisoning the popper-gag, and saying what I said; but I didn’t. I looked up at the men around me, the were slowly jerking off around me, their eyes either glued to my cunt or my face, seeing how each was responding. I locked eyes with one of the them who was watching my face, and he smirked at me before offering me a bottle of poppers. Without realising it, I knew I needed help. `HIT!’ I breathed in deep. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ I could feel Dad start to move his hand inside me now, like he was slowly knocking on my prostate. `HIT!’ I maintained eye contact with the man whose name I didn’t know, silently thanking him for feeding me the poppers when I didn’t realise I needed them the most. He held his hand up in a closed fist as I looked at him, and I suddenly realised why Dads’ hand felt different inside me. He was literally punching my hole! My eyes must have widened with the shock of my realisation as he smirked at me. `HIT!’ I breathed deeper now knowing I needed the help, and as I finished inhaling, the man took the bottle away. Dad must have felt something inside me shift too, as he pulled back out completely, and then punched back in. There was no gentle easing in now, he just punched wrist deep into my cunt, and I felt nothing but pleasure from it. I locked eyes with him, and realised he was looking for permission from me. He might have been punch fucking his 9 year old sons’ already ruined cunt, the latest in a stream of boys this team had turned into their own personal fucktoys; but he wasn’t beylikdüzü travesti a monster. I gave him a tiny nod, imperceptible to the rest of the men there, and he leered up at me in response. Now permission was granted, he didn’t hold back. He pulled out immediately and then punched back in. The force of his thrust pushed almost all the air from my body, but I had no time to recover. He continued to punch my cunt with increasing speed, making me scream with pleasure. He was taking up all the space he could inside me, and then leaving me completely empty, and repeating this insane movement multiple times a second. My prostate was battered beyond belief and was screaming with joy, sending a continuous stream of electric signals to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I screamed as another boygasm overtook my body, making me feel like my entire body was on fire. When I came down from my high, I realised my hole was empty, and I opened my eyes to see my Dad stood over me, pride literally shining from his eyes. `Fuck, you’re amazing, Sammy’ he whispered down to me, `you know that?’ I smiled up at him. Words were beyond me. He leaned down to kiss me, and as he was kissing me I felt another hand slip inside me. I moaned into my Dads’ mouth, and after breaking the kiss, he brought a bottle up to my nose. `HIT!’ The fumes spread through my body and relaxed my hole further. `HIT!’ He pulled the bottle back, and then stood up and joined the rest of the team in cheering me on as the man between my legs turned me into his own person puppet. I didn’t even know his name, but his hand felt amazing. It was smaller than my Dad’s so I wasn’t being stretched as much, but his smaller size also meant he could go faster from the outset. He started to slowly punch me, and I moaned each time his hand slipped inside me. He also didn’t have as much hair on his arm or hand, so it weirdly felt like I was just being fucked by a really big dick, or even one of the toys Dad had used to open me up. The lack of friction felt great, and as he got faster and faster with his punching, I got more and more into what he was doing to my hole. I grabbed the chain with both hands and held myself up so I could look down at him properly. He just winked up at me and mouthed, `Fuck yeah!’ at me. From this angle I could also see where my tummy was bulging every time his hand slipped inside me. I should really have been worried given how deep they were seemingly going as I could see his hand moving around behind my belly button, but I was beyond caring. This was the greatest pleasure I’d ever felt. In fact, it was greater than any pleasure my nine year old brain could even fathom experiencing. Just like when my Dad was punching my cunt, I felt like I was cumming constantly, and I loved it. Eventually though, the man ended his turn and another man whose name I didn’t know took his seat. Two bottles appeared under my nose to double-barrel me. `HIT!’ `HIT!’ The time between these gorgeous men feeding me poppers meant I was almost continually flying as the fumes elevated what they were doing to my body beyond the realms of what my naive mind thought possible. The new man tickled my open pussy lips with his fingers and I giggled as the odd feeling. My laugh soon fell away as he just punched right in. No preamble, no opening me up, no goose-neck position to see how open I really was. Just one big forty-something year old, hairy, meaty paw punching into my prepubescent pussy. I screamed with pleasure as his bigger hand stimulated me beyond belief. He wasted no time in starting to punch in and out, and I could actually hear the sloppy noises from my pussy as his very lubed hand continued the ruination of my hole. I only lasted about thirty seconds of his rapid-fire punching before I screamed through another pussygasm. My body had barely recovered from the lasted one before this one hit me like a freight train. He looked up at me with an impish pride on his face as though we was chuffed with himself for making me cum so fast. He withdrew and stood up, to be replaced by Adam, who, like his predecessor, punched in with no ceremony, making me yelp with joy. And so that’s how I lost my fist-virginity. Over the next couple of hours, all twenty men punched me deep. Some only took one turn on my hole, some came back for more. Dad fisted me four different times. Just like when they were fucking me, the men had drawn lots to decide what order they’d go in. There was no rhyme nor reason when it came to the size of their hands, so sometimes a massive hand followed a small one, stretching me out after my pussy has attempted to tighten up if only a little. And sometimes it was a smaller hand after a meaty paw, fisting into a massively sloppy, open cunt. They poppered me up between each man, a couple of deep hits each time, sometimes it was one bottle, sometimes they double-barrelled me. Some men fisted me hard and fast, making my entire body experience paroxysms of pleasure; others punched me slow and deep, making me feel every solitary millimetre of their hand, wrist, and in some cases the first part of their forearm; as they worked as deep as they could inside me. In these cases, the men would popper me up more as the men worked into my guts. Occasionally, when one of the smaller guys was punching into my guts, they’d popper me up some more, and someone would disconnect the chain holding my head up, and just like when they were fucking me; they slipped lube-slick dicks down my throat. In my popper-fucked and physically overloaded state, I somehow thought these men would meet in the middle, the hand inside my pussy able to grab and caress the dicks balls deep in my throat. I struggled to do anything during these times, never mind breathe, but my body was experiencing so much pleasure, breathing seemed unnecessary. Somehow it came time for the final man. I’d just fought through an intense session of throatfucking whilst my hole was being pummelled, and I was quite dizzy as my head came back up and the chain holding my head up was reattached. I saw Jack moving between my legs Although Gary had the biggest dick, it was Jack who had the biggest hands, and so he was automatically last. He took up his position sat between my legs; the look on his face dark and leery, and I would have been worried if I didn’t already know he was going to give me a massive amount of pleasure. I focused on his between my legs, and didn’t notice when a couple of the men around me shoved a couple of bottles under my nose. `HIT!’ I watched as Jack lubed up both hands, making a show of it as he knew I was watching. `HIT!’ He winked at me as he placed one brutish hand against me hole. `HIT!’ Even though my hole was already very open, if could feel his struggling to gain entry. `HIT!’ I pushed down as hard as I could and I was istanbul travesti rewarded with the feeling of Jacks’ gargantuan hand slipping fully into my stretched out cunt. `HIT!’ I hit as hard as I could, I knew I would need it. The bottles vanished and my head rolled back as my body struggled to accommodate Jacks’ hand. Thankfully he didn’t move his hand. He just held it there, letting me get used to it. I moved my head forwards again, and opened my eyes to see my Dad leaning over me. He crouched so he was level with me head, and I struggled to find the right way to split my attention between him and Jack, who was now gently massaging my insides with his rippling hand. Dad ran his arm under me and shifted me slightly so my head was resting in the crook of his shoulder. He smelt amazing, and I just wanted to burrow into his furry pit as Jack reamed me out, but Dad had other ideas. He nudged my head with his so I was looking at Jack and then started to whisper throatily in my ear. `Fuck son, look at you’ he growled as Jack began to move in and out of my thoroughly destroyed pussy. He ran his hand down across my stomach, and I could feel his hand touch Jacks’ through my skin. `My gorgeous little fistpig, taking the the biggest fucking hand here like a pro. You need another hit son?’ I nodded, words were beyond me at this point. My entire body was in overdrive. He held the bottle under my nose, `HIT!’ I breathed in deep, but the bottle stayed where it was. `Again, slut!’ `HIT!’ He held the bottle there until I couldn’t breathe in any more, and then he eventually moved it. My mind was spinning from the poppers, and my body was aching from the fist inside me. `You’re such a fucking good boy, you know that son?’ continued my Dad, issuing a sotto voce stream of filth directly into my ear, `do you know how many boys we’ve done this to over the years? You’re number 12, and you’ve blown every single one of them out of the water. You’ve barely complained, and you’ve taken everything we’ve thrown at you so fucking well my sexy little piggy. I’m so fucking proud of you, you know. All the sons of the guys here get this treatment after the match after their ninth birthday, but you’ve been the best so far. Some struggle through every single level, and we have to start over and over; some hate the poppers; some hate the things we’re doing to them; and it’s fucking exhausting trying to turn them out. But you, my little man; are a fucking diamond, and I can tell you that your mouth and your arse are never going to spend another day without at least one dick inside them.’ I moaned at that. `Would you like that?’ he continued, `being used by every single guy here whenever they need you? I’ll send you over to their houses, or their offices, or take you to some sleazy cottage or a cruising ground so they can dump a load in one of your holes. Sound fun to you, faggot? Because it certainly sounds fucking fun to me. To be able to watch you grow up knowing that you’re a complete pig for these men. That I or they can popper you up whenever we want to, and shove our dicks or our hands so far inside you you’ll be screaming with pleasure.’ `Oh God, yes, Daddy’ I screamed as Jacks’ knuckles brutally pushed passed my prostate. `Fuck yeah, you hot little faggot’ he replied, `I’ve known for years that you’d love this, but I had to keep it to myself until you were old enough. It’s so fucking hot to finally see it happening, and to know that I was the first dick in your mouth, the first dick in your velvety little cunt, the first fist inside your sloppy, destroyed pussy.’ I groaned at that. `Don’t think having a sloppy pussy is a bad thing baby, it’ll tighten up almost back to normal before long. It just means that you muscle memory will be there so we don’t have to take ages to open you up every time. Just think of that, you could have a mans’ hairy, adult shaft plowing your smooth little pussy in thirty seconds.’ That elicited a moan from me too. `You’ve got two more levels to go Sammy. Do you no what we’re going to do to you?’ I nodded my head, `First Jack here is going to punchfuck your gaping cunt so hard you’re going to cum so hard you see stars, and then all of us are going to cum all over you, and then level ten will be us doing whatever we can to give you your first wet cum. Would you like that, baby? To be able to cum like Daddy and Uncle Mike and Jack, and and all our friends?’ I nodded frantically in response. The feeling of Jacks’ massive hands hammering deep into my guts the lingering rush of the poppers, and the smell coming of my Dad were conspiring to send my body into orbit. I took my hands out of the loops above me and grasped my Dads’ hairy arm tight. I would see Jack below me, his focus entirely on destroying my hole. Further up, I could see my stomach bulging with numbing speed as my body sought to accommodate his hands. `Let’s fuck him up, boys’ said my Dad to some of the men above me. They held two bottles under my nose. `Just breathe in whenever you want, you greedy little fistpig’ instructed my Dad, `the bottles aren’t going anywhere until you cum!’ He was right, the men held them there without pause. The poppers coursed through my system like wildfire. I felt like my entire body was only comprised of three things: my nose, my rock hard little docket, and my ruined, gaping cunt. Each fed the other in some kind of fucked up pleasure circuit designed purely to give the biggest orgasm of the night. I screamed myself hoarse as Jack punched me with such force I could feel the sling sway backwards with each thrust. Physics sought to help too, swinging me back onto his waiting, advancing fist with each backswing. Finally, he changed his angle minutely, now pressing slightly more on my overworked prostate. `I’m gonna…..’ Was all I managed to scream out before white-hot pleasure consumed my entire body as a series of massive, mind-crushing boygasms rocked my body. Daddy was right, I did see stars! He held me as I shook through them, my hard little boynail twitched madly, trying to shoot a load that wasn’t there yet. Three, four, five….eleven orgasms in a row before my body failed me and I passed out from the pleasure. I came to about thirty seconds later according to my Daddy. Those thirty seconds had seen Jack vacate my hole, and my Dad had lifted me out of the sling, taken my place, and then laid me down on top of him. I awoke in his arms, his smell filling my nose. I could still vaguely feel my hole spasming around something that was no longer there, or it could have been spasming in a vain attempt to actually close up; I’m not sure. `I’m so proud of you, son’ Dad spoke to the top of my head. I hugged him back weakly. I just didn’t have the strength to do anything more than that. `We’re going to take a break now, buddy’ he continued, `but’, and he started talking louder now, so the rest of the guys could hear, `I think we can all agree that “Level Eight is Complete”.’ The men around us cheered at those words, and Dad hugged me tighter and I snuggled happily into his chest. Fuck, this was amazing!

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