Fisting

"I want to be fisted."

He said it so carefully, as though he was afraid I might mishear or misunderstand him. But I nodded immediately.

"Sure! Okay, I mean, that's something I've heard of, at least. I thought you were going to say something super obscure." I smiled, trying to put him at ease, but he still looked uncertain.

"Would you do it?" he asked, doubt crossing his face.

I thought about it. Truthfully, it wasn't something I'd ever considered before. I liked to put my fingers into guys, and I was always impressed when someone could take three or even four of my fingers, but taking it further than that didn't really occur to me - that was normally when my dick got involved instead. But I had seen porn that included fisting, and had enjoyed how much it seemed to drive the bottom wild. I couldn't even fathom what it felt like to be that full. And Max was so slight - the idea of tearing him open worried me a little. I didn't want to break him, after all. Finally, I answered with another question; I wanted to find out more before I committed.

"Have you ever been fisted before?"

Max shook his head. "Not properly. I've used really big dildos, like... huge ones. And I've kind of tried to fist myself, but the angle's no good. Besides, I don't think it'd be the same without someone else there. Someone else inside me."

As I continued mulling it over, Max took a step towards me. I could tell that he wanted to touch me, but couldn't quite do it. Perhaps he was afraid that I might recoil, or sprint away, or something. Instead I lifted my hand to his cheek, and stroked his face. An instinct took hold of me, and I pushed my thumb against his lower lip. He immediately opened his mouth and leaned forward slightly, enveloping my thumb. I felt his tongue lick gently against me, and he created a little suction. It felt warm and wet, and as he widened his eyes he moaned just a little. I got the picture - Max was a full submissive, and loved to be controlled. I put my index finger into his mouth too, and he gladly accepted it. I explored the edges of his mouth and pushed down a little further. The angle meant Max tilted his head up, and he sank to his knees almost by instinct.

"Good boy," I muttered, making full use of my low voice. He mumbled something, but with my fingers in his mouth it was unintelligible. "What was that?"

I pulled my fingers loose, and a sliver of spit kept them connected as he spluttered slightly. "Thank you... Sir."

I smiled. I saw then what Max loved about the idea of fisting. As I stuffed his mouth now with three fingers, I said "I get it. You want to be pushed to your limits, don't you?" He nodded and murmured. I added a fourth finger, getting them wetter and wetter. "You want someone else to decide how much you can take, and to control how hard you get used." He nodded again, more and more fervently, and began to scramble at my jeans. I gently pushed his hands away - for now, I was focused on him. "And the others?"

Max squinted, uncertain what to say. When I removed my fingers, now soaked with his spit (god, that was dirty - I hadn't realised how much it'd turn me on) he said "It's up to them. But if they're interested, then it could be hot."

"We could all take a turn on you," I muttered. I was mostly thinking out loud, but Max smiled a broad and lustful grin.

"Fuck, yes."

"Shall we go and tell them? They're making a list of fun stuff we could do, and I bet you have a few more ideas."

"Sure. Think they'll be freaked out?"

I shook my head. "I doubt it, but there's only one way to find out. You can't just hide this stuff - if you do, you'll never really get what you want."

Max took this in. I didn't mean to sound like I was scolding him, but he seemed a little put out. Helping him to his feet, I put an arm around him in an attempt to reassure. "Thank you for telling me. I know it takes a bit of trust to do that."

He nodded, the smile returning to his face. "I trust you." He stood on his tiptoes and kissed my cheek. I tilted my head and locked lips with him, putting a hand around his waist and another on his neck. After a moment we broke apart, both grinning, and went to tell the others.