Rafael, his cousin Manuel, and I had a couple of hours of fisting fun leading up to that “double-double”, or is it a “quadruple”? The stench of sex and varying chemicals permeated the room. I’d experienced probably the most powerful orgasm of my life and had collapsed on my stomach. My head was in a daze while my body experienced the sweet afterglow.
While drinking water was a good idea to rehydrate, it did nothing to bring me down from the magic ride I’d been on thanks to our friend Tina.
“How you feelin’ pig”, Rafael asked while fingering my loose sloppy hole. “You ready for more?”
“Please, yes.”, I whimpered.
“I was hoping you’d say that. I got something for you.”
Rafael mounted me from behind and pushed his semi flaccid cock inside my butt and within a few seconds I felt a gush of warmth.
“Squeeze down on my dick”, Rafael demanded while his fingers from both hands grabbed a handful of ass flesh and pushed them towards each other.
I knew this drug induced piss was gonna fuck me up a bit, and I honestly did not care at the time. I felt my belly become more full by the second as Rafael let himself flow, verbally sighing in relief as his bladder emptied. Once he finished he rolled over.
“Let that marinate for a bit and then go push it out.”
I laid there for a couple of minutes before I found the energy to sit on the toilet and expel all that golden fluid out of my rectum.
As I was just finishing up, Manuel burst into the bathroom.
“Hey pig, you drink from the tap?”
I was so inebriated, of course I said yes.
I knelt in my tub facing him standing over me and placed his semi hard uncut cock in my mouth. I was swallowing contaminated urine, and it was coming down on me faster than I was able to control. It was also so bitter and I desperately tried to ignore the acrid liquid. Soon, Manuel had covered me in his excretion and I was drenched. I did ingest as much as I could because I wanted to keep my buzz going. Once he shook his cock over my lips and I cleaned him off, he left me there. I turned on the shower water to clean off quickly, dried myself, and returned to the bedroom. I was in such a haze, but somehow found enough consciousness to rinse off.
Rafael and Manuel were passing the glass pipe back and forth when I reappeared into my bedroom. I was shared with me and we smoked until the crystal had evaporated.
“I made you another bump if you need it.”
“I don’t think I should”, I said rather unconvincingly.
Manuel was within arms reach of my butt and gave it a hefty swat.
“I think you should go for it pig. My cousin made it just for you and it would make him happy. You want to make him happy, don’t you?”
“Yeah”, I muttered because I knew I wasn’t really going to say no.
So Manuel pulled me over his lap and spread my cheeks so Rafael could dispense the next booty bump. I felt the lubed medicine dropper penetrate me, along with Rafael’s entire hand and then came the little sting as it was released. Rafael slowly withdrew his hand to prevent any spillage.
Manuel rubbed my ass cheeks for several minutes saying I was a good pig, saying I had an amazing pretty ass, saying my hole was special and how much he and Rafael wanted to get back inside and play in it. He was definitely the softer of the two. Rafael was more direct and to the point, I was nursing on Rafael’s cock while we waited for the potent dose to take full effect.
I knew I was ready when I was involuntarily humming and I no longer felt myself in the present.
Before I knew it, Manuel somehow picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He was a big man, matching my six feet, however, much bulkier than my toned frame. Rafael coated his cousin’s hand in lube and I was taking his fist down to the elbow in no time, while slumped over his shoulder. Hard and deep punches took my breath away. I’d never been fisted in this position before.i really liked it. I felt like a slab of meat.
Manuel left his forearm embedded in my ass and Rafael started to slip the fingers of one of his hands inside me, too, until he’d stretched my tunnel wide and deep enough to meet Manuel’s length. The two of them worked in tandem once again, blowing my hole open with more deep and hard double punches. I was groaning incoherently and it was truly spectacular.
After that round, Manuel laid me on the floor and placed a couple of pillows behind my head and a towel down by my ass.
Rafael threw the gas mask down to me and my poppers. While sitting in my desk chair, Manuel lubed up his right foot up to his shin.
My eyes went wide as I took a huge hit, all five toes pressing into my entrance. Rafael held me up by the ankles from behind.
“Give it to him, Manny. The pig wants it!”
Oh, I did want it. Even though my ankles were being held, I was pushing myself down over that size 11 foot, while Manuel slowly pushed forward. He was standing up now for a better angle. We’d worked together to get three quarters of his foot inside me.
Manuel added more lube and I took more hits. I was now spinning out, and my hole parted like the Red Sea. I felt a “pop” when my pig hole had swallowed an entire foot!
“Fuckkkk! Oh my GOD! Holy fuck!”, I yelled!
I was out of my mind and actually screamed, “PLEASE MORE!”
I poppered up and Manuel began to slowly move his foot in and out of my gape. I felt it becoming easier and easier with every reentry.
I was now holding my own ankles up, spreading my ass as wide as I could. I’d closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensations of a literal ass kicking.
Suddenly, Rafael wrapped a bandana over my eyes and I could not see anything clearly. He placed the gas mask in my hand and whispered in my ear, “put it on pig”.
I did as I was told because I was in no condition to argue, high as a fucking kite.
I breathed in fresh fumes. It was clear Rafael had soaked a new cotton ball with my poppers to make sure the mask was as potent as it could get.
When it became obvious I was feeling its effects, I felt my hole being wedged open even more. I thought maybe Manuel was trying to use his other foot, but within a minute or so I realized it wasn’t that at all. It was Rafael’s fingers, four of them wedging their way around the top part of Manuel’s foot.
Again, I cannot find words to describe the euphoria within my entire soul. It was remarkably exquisite. Without sight, my touch sense was working in overdrive.
I pulled off the mask and held my ankles again, along with Rafael holding onto my left ankle, too, still sightless. Inch by inch, he’d managed to corkscrew his entire hand inside me, adjacent to his cousin’s foot. For the entire journey it felt like I’d landed on Cloud 9, somewhere in the next stratosphere. Soon, while Manuel’s foot and ankle were up my cunt hole, Rafael was relentlessly punching me out, and my limp caged dick started to spew urine on my stomach. I used my fingers like a mad man to wipe it all over my skin and even tried to taste it in my mouth.
I never felt like such swine in my life, taking a foot, a forearm three quarters deep, drinking my own piss, it was quite a scene and likely one that will never happen again. I could have been declared unfit by any judge to stand trial, no wits about me, and it was gorgeous.
Manuel’s foot began to cramp in my bowels so we decided to pull the plug on that round.
Once all limbs were dislodged, I was back on the bed, on all 4’s, and lost the blindfold.
“Come on man, fist my fucking hole!”, I insisted, wagging my ass like some kind of freak.
“Oh damn, cousin! You really wound him up! We better help the poor faggot, don’t you think?”, Manuel asked.
“Fuck yeah, we’re gonna help this faggot out. He won’t be shitting or sitting right for a month after we wreck this pig pussy”, Rafael said giving my backside a swat strong enough to sting.
“Show us your hole, pig boy!”, Rafael shouted.
With my face planted on the mattress, I reached behind me and hooked 3 fingers from each hand inside my own hole. I groaned as I pried my pig hole bigger, allowing my small prolapse to emerge.
One of the two cousins shoved his face in my crack and began to munch on my prolapse. Both cousins sported a beard so wasn’t sure who was back there, but I didn’t care. It felt so fucking good. Everything is amplified when you’re high.
After a few minutes of respite, it was time to put my fuck tunnel back to work. At this point, I felt like I’d hit my poppers limit. My head lodged under a pillow, I surrendered my hole to them.
A double barreled fist burst through my cunt causing me to groan once again. I was in a new state of bliss feeling my hole stretching wide. Deep doubles half way to the elbow ensued taking my breath away.
After a bruising series of double fists, they remained lodged into place. My focus was solely on my hole at this point. I could feel fingers once again worming their way inside me, adjacent to the fists already implanted.
“Ohhh yeessss”, I hissed. “More please.”
I found myself back up on my knees, pushing my hole over three fists now. It seemed one was sandwiched between the other two. Truly immaculate. I was soaring into another plane of an alternate reality.
“Use your spray, pig!”Rafael insisted.
I scrambled to spray the chemicals into the rag and inhaled desperately.
For a few seconds, we were frozen in time. My eyes fluttered, I felt myself lifting off into yet another stratosphere. Three fists beyond wrist deep were resting comfortably. Then it happened. The moment those fumes hit me, I felt my hole becoming just a little wider, and wider still, and ravenously starving! Ever so slowly, the stretch was beyond comprehension, I was a blubbering idiot when the fourth fist found a way inside.
I thought I’d experienced true ecstasy when they had four fists in me earlier, but what happened next was phenomenal. One cousin pushed his forearms practically to the elbow. The other cousin lubed up liberally. I was then getting my hole blown out by two fists, while the other two remained steadily lodged.
It felt heavenly, an incredible high I will forever chase again. Each blow landed with precision and perfection. I had no idea my butt hole could expand to such proportions. My entire body transcended as each double punch came, my cunt pried open by the other two forearms, bringing me closer and closer to another full body anal orgasm. My voice hit new octaves as I released my joy, until ultimately my balls emptied, spraying the mattress like a lawn sprinkler. Of this is what Nirvana feels like, I want to get there again and again!
When it was over, i lost control of my balance and dropped flat on the bed.
The cousins pulled their fists from inside me.
“Fuck! That was crazy! I need to cum, Rafi!”
Manuel mounted my slack opening and after having a quadruple fisting it felt so small, like a pinky sloshing through a wet abyss, but it must have felt great for Manuel who cried out like a bear in heat as his cock spewed in my booty with force. I did feel his cock jump as it released.
Manuel fell on top of me. I didn’t even notice that Rafael had been jerking himself off while I was taking his cousin’s cock.
Out of nowhere I heard, “open your mouth, pig”, and he shoved his cock inside my mouthand fed me his load.
The three of us laid on my bed like we’d just run a marathon. One cousin on each side of me. Manuel fell asleep. Rafael told me to stay on my stomach and put his left fist inside me, while resting to my side.
He knew I was still amped and it would be awhile before I would come down. I actually began pushing back on his closed digits. slowly swallowing his forearm while I hit the poppers. It felt like I was alone in the room, not giving one iota of a damn about anything else but using Rafael’s arm to pleasure myself.
Rafael was very gracious in providing me with the use of his arm. I’m sure he was already spent, but somehow kept himself awake. I hadn’t had true depth that evening, but I sure as hell was stretched wide. Eventually, I wiggled my way over his elbow. That’s when Rafael came to life, lubed up his upper arm and became an active participant. He whispered, “on three. One, two, three”, and I pushed back while he pushed up and I was bicep deep now. I loved feeling Rafael flex it and the stretch that came along with it.
Rafael let his arm relax and let me drive the rest of the way until there was nowhere left to go. I’d reached his shoulder. Holy cow!
I took a hit of poppers and pushed backward just above the elbow and then I don’t know where Rafael found the energy, but he positioned himself on his knees behind me and proceeded to fuck me from wrist to shoulder, working from a slow and deliberate pace ever so slowly building speed and intensity, like a locomotive. I felt my loose pussy lips flapping when Rafael finally pulled out, only to push right back in, not even losing a bit of steam. It was me who had to call a time out.
“You have enough faggot?”, he said softly not wanting to wake his cousin, who was oblivious to what had just occurred.
“Yeah man, I think so.”
“Fuck me, your hole is fucking amazing pig. Never did four fists before. You’re a fucking legend dude.”
I burst of pride hit me.
“Thanks man. I never took four before. That was fucking crazy.”
I saw Rafael looking around the room for something and when he found it, he when to grab it. It was one of my largest and widest butt plugs. It was black silicon, and without some chemical assistance, I could never take it. But I’d been busted open, wide, deep, wrecked, gaped.
Rafael rubbed some lube all over it and shoved it right up my ass. No give, no resistance, just vacuumed it up like a pig Hoover cunt.
“That should keep you happy. Let’s get some sleep.”
Rafael kissed the back of my neck and with one arm over my back, Rafael closed his eyes and within minutes he was dead to the world, just like his cousin.
It took me some time to settle in before I fell asleep, too.
When I awoke in the late afternoon the next day, Rafael and his cousin were gone. I never heard them leave. I checked my phone and sure enough there was a message from Rafael.
“Fucking hot” was all it said.
I smiled and then I felt that huge plug still lodged inside of me. I rolled to my back and used my fingers to pry the plug out. Out with it came all that lube. I reached down with my fingers to feel my hole. I was anxious to know what condition it would be after all that trauma. My pussy lips were definitely swollen, my hole was still open, and a bit sore. I’d be feeling this for a few days at least, but it was damn well worth it.
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