Jungle Canopy Dinner
The sunset seen from our room’s balcony warmed my heart. The woods from the jungle ended on a beautiful beach turning the jungle canopy resort in this paradise. My eyes captured everything, we were silent standing by each other. Nael hugged me from the side to comfort me.
“We gotta get ready baby, don’t want to miss what I have in store for you.” He cut us short as soon as the night was about to come.
“Wait…” I held his arm.
“Anything wrong?” He was shirtless which made me stare at his perfect lean muscular physique.
“No, I just thought… I mean… Whatever is in store to me just know that I was planning to be a prolapsed anal slut before I even knew about the Ass Stretching Society.” I wanted Nael to know I was born to be an anal addicted slut.
“I promise we will work on it.” He smiled.
“No, I want you to promise that you will take me into an anal ruination ride. Just as we’ve been doing, but you need to know that I truly appreciate the way you violate me to destroy my guts…” I walked with him to the couch where he laid in between my legs to rub his bulge against my hole.
“You want more anal violence?” He kissed my neck.
“Yes, until I can’t keep my walls inside… I want you to make me overcome my limits and to work on breaking it all, I wanna feel your brutality in my guts. I don’t even care if I become incontinent.” Nael had this joyful face when I admitted that.
“You’re such a perfect big ass king… I promise I’ll be harsher on you next time…” He kissed my neck. “But we have to get ready.”
We went on to take our baths. I did my best to deep clean my hole when he was dressing up. As soon as I was dried, I moved to the living room in our quite wide accommodations. There was this red plaid little skirt that bare reached my thighs, some sort of sash that I guessed it was supposed to be my top wear. I got on dressing up ending with some comfortable shoes and a jockstrap sewn in the same plaid.
“I got it, the pills.” Nael came out of the bedroom dressed in a fancy black tux with a white undershirt. He had this smile on his handsome face when he hugged me. “You look like a perverted sodomite showing so much of that big ass.” He rubbed my anus after grabbing one of my cheeks.
“You look charming, handsome and… Dominant.” I rubbed his bulge grabbing his cock over the pants.
“Here baby.” He fed me a couple viagra pills in a kiss. “This may help you stay hard for the night.” Nael himself took a couple pills which got me a bit scared.
“Are you sure you need them?” I felt awkward when hugging him while he was all dressed up. He was this tall handsome figure and I was just a classless whore.
“Yea, I want to…” he interrupted himself.
“It’s going to be very harsh, isn't it? The surprise.” I felt his hands spreading cheeks to spread our bodies together. My cock reacted by erecting itself.
“Yes, but I don’t want you to be afraid.” He looked into my eyes.
“I’m not. I will be your painal bitch begging to be a ruined prolapsed mess… Trust me Nael.” I rubbed my penis against his.
“I will trust you, but today is going to be really tough. I will understand if you want to stop.” He let go of my ass to tease my nipples.
“No rest for my dumper, you can anally traumatize me and I will be fine.” I kissed him while he slid his hand inside my jockstrap pouch to jerk my little throbbing penis.
“You’re my dream man, my anal king. Though I will treat you like a sodomy bitch today, you are my heaven.” I let him molest my cock and balls while I massaged his pecs.
“You’re my dreamy anal abuser, I hope for nothing less than rectal brutality when we make love.” We embraced ourselves before heading out.
It was a fast trip from the jungle canopy resort to the restaurant nearby the beach. The dim lights were mostly fire torches. They set up the tables a bit far from one another, I could still hear the moaning and sex sounds. Some of their skin was visible, there were other bottoms here having dinner, but more importantly, they were being wrecked.
It was uncommon to sit by the side of your partner in a romantic dinner, Nael had it set up so we could sit by one another. One waiter brought the menu which was handed to Nael. Nael was clearly keen on showing off my ass to the man whose erection was visible. My chair was also different from Nael’s, it allowed for easy access and exhibition off my butthole.
“The seven course meal with the ‘Anal Rapists Around the World’ addition and the ‘final jizz’ reward.” Nael was ordering for us.
“The rapists special is some of our toughest courses, are you sure?” The server looked at me and at Nael.
“He will handle it.” Nael asserted him.
The server made his way out. I didn’t have much time to speak when they came back with an appetizer. It was some sort of meaty pastry adorned with fresh minty leaves. It wasn’t served by the earlier waiter, this new one was a German looking man with shoulder length hair similar to Hans. He was blonde with deep blue eyes, very muscular and a bit hairy. I ate a couple of the appetizers staring at his very tight formal shirt while realizing he was naked from the waist below with just an apron hiding his cock.
“In this seven meal course we do the anal feeding.” When I was about to bite on my third little appetizer portion, the guy went on his knees behind me to hold my buttcheeks. “Well, lucky night, it’s rare to destroy such a plump well shaped dumper like this.” He went in sticking his tongue up my anus.
“I…” The surprise from feeling my hole getting invaded made me shiver.
“Just enjoy it. I paid for the best and I want you to be ruined.” Nael kissed my neck. He held one of my ass cheeks to facilitate the access when the German man lubed my hole.
His blond pink cock was simply too thick. It felt like a fist going deep inside me when he slid it in. One thrust with not much of a warning made me groan loudly. My butthole was already very tender from the nonstop anal adventures in the private jet, feeling this man’s very thick tip sliding into my colon was making me shake.
“Good boy! Wanting to push me out? I will teach you how a faggot needs to feel…” The German guy kissed me on the lips starting to pump his schlong all over my bowels. I was very uncomfortable, the pushing out was still strong. My asshole wanted to expel him! “We’re called the rapists for a reason, we love to force it even when your anus wants to eject us.” I had precum dripping through my jockstrap pouch to wet my thighs and little skirt while having stronger anal contractions. He just plunged in to violently disrespect my body.
The burning heat and pain from these ferocious rough and incredibly harsh thrusts had me shaking, but were not comparable to the fisting.
After a couple of minutes of some of the most disrespectful anal sex I had, the German man withdrew his cock to punch in his closed hand. I pissed myself from the aching joy of so much abuse. The real brutality began when he slid his whole forearm deep inside me forcing his enormous balled up fist inside my colon. He started pumping it to the point the punching movements made me want to escape.
“No, no… I want you to be ruined and to accept that anal raping is part of anal joy.” Nael held my hips in place. I was being truly forced to accept sodomy submission and brutal anal pain. After three minutes or so the German stopped arm pounding my guts exiting with one fast blowing draw. I cried screaming while prolapsing. My whole guts were uncontrollably pushing out in so many anal contractions that I was blooming inside out.
Nael made a V with his fingers holding my rectum folds for the German to heavily slap my inch long budding guts. I cried not because of the forceful pain, it was because I loved this. I simply adored the brutal anal pleasure of bowel ruination and the delight of pushing my own frail sensitive walls out to be further stimulated.
“See, getting so much pain isn’t so bad.” The German kissed my lips sliding his cock in my ass again. “I will be back.” He didn’t cum, just got his serving plates and went away.
“The skirt was the right choice.” Nael slid his fist inside my whole as we waited for the creamy soup which was served by another waiter. I was forced to sip on it while almost begging for it to stop, Nael was tormenting my broken hole nonstop!
The German guy wrecked my guts and now a charming black Senegalese man was pulling his apron up to show me the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was even longer and thicker than Nael’s ten to eleven inches.
“Birthing hips crafted on the gym, eh?” He praised me when Gael slipped his fist out, the man slipped himself into me to the balls. “Feel like shitting this meat out of you?” He looked at my ass lips extending over his shaft. “You won’t sweetheart, you will be raped from behind like a true anal faggot.” The black man had a technique that he pulled away to almost let his cock tip slide out just to plunge it back in. That was adding to the pressure and subjugation of my cunt, to the feeling of being at the point where I was almost relieved just to feel more clogging of my melting pained bowels.
“Ready for the second round?” He kissed me muffling my screaming when he started punching my hole. This one didn’t go deep, but he punched it! He drew his hand in and out so fast and so roughly I barely had any time to breathe. It was punch pistoning with no end, it forced my anus to prolapse in the most brutish manner just to punch my blossom back inside.
“Good growing rose.” He patted my back before going away. I had my legs shaking with my cock rock hard, the viagra really helped me keep my erection.
“You’re doing well.” Nael massaged my prolapse making it come back in and molested my wet dick by sliding his hand in my jockstrap. “You were right, your muscle slut penis bouncing all rock hard from anal torture is cute.”
The third guy seemed to be a brown native from the island. He brought a buttplug which slipped inside me even before eating. I had to eat while plugged with this thick toy. The salad was fresh and a little cold, very different from the hot cock sliding inside my rear chute with the plug still in there.
I shook trying to not push it out, but in the end I shot the plug away. The waiter grabbed it to slide it in once more, his plunging already made my rectum scream for rescue. It was the third guy and I was anally exhausted.
To my surprise, he grabbed the base off the plug to insert his whole hand inside me while holding the plug. He deepened it forcing the plug into my colon to immediately start arm fucking me. The hand and plug exited my internal second hole and plunged in making tears come down to my cheeks.
This was really hard to take, the stars bursting inside my guts, the need to push out, the constant roughness… That was a list for anal torment! Yet, each time that the plug and fist exited my colon and plunged in, I dripped cum. My body was hating it, my anus and bowels wanted to rest and I still came from it.
This man even let the plug in my hole before going away.
The fourth man was a very dark Brazilian guy bringing us fried fish. He seemed to know what to do when I finished some pieces of seafood. That huge cock of his penetrated me without taking the plug out, it pushed the plug by the base of it deep inside me.
He fucked me hitting that base lost inside my bowels and he did it heavily forcing me to accept the anal trauma all of this was causing me.
It was followed up by me not being able to push the plug out once he was done with the vicious fucking, an excuse for him to reach in with his forearm inside me and grab the plug to pull it out.
The fisting that followed up included him inserting fingers from one hand when his forearm was inside. He was dragging on and spreading my anal lips for added pain and destruction. He also left me plugged for the fifth guy coming out with the main roasted pork meal.
We ate while I looked at this Spanish looking twink thinking about what he could do. He brought his fist out first, this time it was covered by a glove with very intense ridging. The texture of it made me really want to push out. I was having so many anal contractions, pushing so hard my asshole was convulsing in prolapsing rectum petals.
The twink was thin, but not his immense pole which was covered in an even tougher and coarser textured sheath. I had to hold myself on the table, Nael had to really hold my hips because the textures were way too rough. I was screaming in delicious anal pain with my aching bowels pushing out as hard as they could only to make me leak cum and squirt pee at times. The anal pain and discomfort were reaching a level I could barely keep up with.
The texture of that cock shear had so many harsh bumps and ridges just for this guy to have even less mercy than his predecessors.
This was almost immediately followed by some cheeses and deserts served by two Eastern European men. As soon as the twink sheathed cock went out, the men positioned themselves. I was forced to sit on one of their penises for the other to slide in facing me.
This was my first double penetration cock shocking me from deep anal violence exerted from their huge cocks. I cried and cried, but the men were bloodthirsty cruel savages really ruining my dumphole, they ducked it even harder whenever my anal lips jutted out trying to stop them from coming inside.
The brutal raw thrusts were only shifted when they changed to punch my hole. My big ass was treated like a punch bag with no qualms about unhealthy anal destruction. One big hand went in and the other went out just for them to stick their cocks into my fiery bowels afterwards.
They were the first to cum inside me. The German, the black Senegalese, the native, the Brazilian man, the Spanish twink… Each one of them came back to dump a load into my ravished bowels, each one of them inserted their tip inside me and came long jizz ropes! I was a broken cum filled whore by the end of the dinner.
“It is time for my dessert.” Nael brought me up. He sat on the dining table to make me sit on his lap. My jockstrap was gone, ripped to pieces by him making my cock appear rock hard. It throbbed for him under the small skirt.
“Ah… Ah!” I screamed not being able to take his dick when I sat on it. I had been fucked by huge cocks, gloves hands and even arm fucked up to my colon with no mercy! Feeling his dick in my guts was hell on Earth, but I still squirted loving it. My whole body was completely confused. It felt like I was about to shit my soul out from the heavy sodomy, yet I had anal orgasms in all this deep pressure pain?
“I’m your man no matter how many whores slip their fists or cocks inside you.” Nael smiled.
“And I’ll forever want you. Rape me Nael!” I caressed his still clothed body.
“Not before you shit this jizz on my dick. C’mon baby, don’t you want to prolapse? Shit it out.” He put his chin on my shoulder to watch my little rock hard dick. His hands were holding my legs spread open by my knees as he moved his hips and lazily polished my traumatized bowels with his cock.
I forced myself to push out even harder, to create a symphony of wet cum farts. I was shitting all the creamy loads from other brutal anal destroyers on his dick while slowly pissing all over myself and his tuxedo.
This reduced me to a blessed sodomite who had seven men destroying him over the course of his dinner to finally have his beloved lover giving it to him. Nael wasn’t even the biggest cock or hand among them, but he was my partner. That made him feel better when he stared at my vulnerable body.
He forced my legs near my shoulder to start pounding. These men were brutal savages, but Nael? Nael was a man lover, a true butt and anal addict, an implacable bowel destroyer folding me in a full Nelson position to truly rape my broken swollen guts. Rape was the right word, my body couldn’t take it anymore, yet I let him rape my ruined bowels!
His beaming eyes came to me when I squirted pee with my much smaller erect cock sensually bouncing for him. If his rough violence wasn’t enough, the viagra made him incredibly rock hard to the point the straightening of my colon curve caused by his brutal dick going inside my bowels was insufferable.
“You’re so swollen… These lips, push out… Be my bitch you little anal pain faggot…” He kissed me before increasing the speed of his hips. I felt every anal ring and internal anal sphincter of mine. I was dripping cum and shooting pee. Even though my cock was experiencing handsfree pleasure, I didn’t feel much of it. The punishing merciless joy of cruel anal torture? That I felt, I felt it so harsh my bowels pushed out forming a tight set of walls screaming for help.
“Turn around. On your fours.” I obeyed him changing my position, pushing my pained rectum walls out to prolapse for him.
“More Nael, please, break me!” I didn’t know where my mind was going. My body couldn’t take it, yet I asked for more.
He heard it shoving my prolapsing hole back inside, truly invading my bowels with his hand, even his elbow was slightly sinking inside. The anal pumping was unforgiving.
I wanted it to stop, but I stayed in place spreading my butt for him to feel him churning butter with his fist punching my bowels walls. An ineffable pain took over my insides, the pleasure was competing with it when I pissed myself on his dessert plate. Nael didn’t stop the armfucking at all, he only got rougher and more violent the more I screamed!
“Push out, allow yourself to be an A.S.S. member, be a prolapsing faggot wanting to shit his inners out!” I pushed for him, my almost three inches long grown prolapse bloomed. The red glisten of my tender flesh was swallowed by him to be spat in his slobbering desire. I felt that big part of my swollen rectum erupting to be slapped with his cock before he was shoving it inside me.
Then, I understood what anal pleasure meant for an anal addict, it meant to feel so much ruination and pain and pleasure from the crushing anal torture of that large cock that I couldn’t keep my ripped aching burning walls inside. I had the red of my rectum so overblasted that it emerged around his shaft whenever it dragged out. I was prolapsing in heavy bowel aching so hard that I bloomed around his ruthless pole.
“Fuck, you’re my destroyerd little bitch with that big round ass and prolapsing shithole, I will make you prolapse so hard my faggot!” Nael couldn’t wait, he brought me in for a kiss while loading my overly ruined anus.
He pushed himself in to clog my bowels, but at his point in the night, it was a done deal. I pushed his cock out of me, with it, my joyous rectum walls emerged. This time, three inches of my rectum balled up in a fluffy red wet cum streaked anal flower spilling rectum cream and jizz. I felt new parts of my rectum falling out and it was very pleasurable to feel the ripped sews of my folds giving up, my rectal walls had truly been dislodged out of place. I just allowed the anal contractions to take over and let them bloom as if I was shitting my soul out. This was painfully delicious, the true anal orgasms from this relief with my pained anal slut rectum going inside out was amazing!
Nael grabbed it, he massaged my tender newly grown rose before punching it in. I couldn’t take it, but he kept punching my hole. I was truly nothing more than a big ass bitch to be raped by him.
“Please, I need rest.” It had been nearly two hours of brutal anal obliteration. Nael complied by taking his fist out of me. I fell in his arms with my cock still rock hard, his cock still rock hard in between my thighs.
“No problem, I have better surprises for you tomorrow.” His sweet voice made me lift my hips to sit on his dick. The pain made me squirt piss when I swallowed him whole to the base of his penis.
“I will only accept them if you keep ruining my bowels!” I wiped my tears.
“You have no idea what I will do.” He massaged my sweaty pecs. “Beyond that, I never really thought you’d be able to take this. I already loved you and your big ass, but I need you to know that I’d do so many things for a man like you. A prolapse bitch being my anal addict partner was always my dream and you just got raped so masterfully.”
We kissed and ate our chocolate dessert with him slowly fucking me into anal submission once more. We had to go away by the end of it. I was exhausted and speechless proceeding to sleep when we arrived at our accommodations.
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