I hadn’t heard from Rafael since he and his cousin found new ways to rearrange my pig hole. It took me a good week or so to recover after all of that ass abuse.
It was last weekend when an unfamiliar number texted me.
“Yo we should do that again.”
“Who is this?”
“Rafael”
“Oh hey, how’s Manny?”
“Good, he’s in Miami”
“So you wanna play again?”, I asked hopefully.
“Yeah man, that was sick. I got my bro here.”
“You told him about me?”
“I showed him vid.
“He liked it?”
“Fuck yeah. What u doin now?”
“Nothing I’m home.”
“Come over, parTying”
“Now?”
It was after 10pm on that Friday night.
“Yeah.”
“Where you at?”
We firmed up details and I went to work quickly, but thoroughly, cleaning out. Good thing I take a daily fiber supplement I said to myself.
I called an Uber since I ingested a couple of gummies to help relax me. By the time the 25 minute ride was over, my hole completely dilated over the wide butt plug I had inserted.
Rafael had the front door to his place unlocked so I walked in and straight to the bedroom. Rafael was stark naked sprawled on the bed stroking his semi-hard dick. He looked much better looking than I had remembered, but of course my memories are very clouded from that crazy time with his cousin Manny.
“Hey pig, hope you’re horny tonight.”, Rafael greeted me.
“Where’s your friend?”
“Don’t worry. He’s here. He’ll be back in a minute. You’ll like him, I’m sure. He loves to get his hands in a hungry faggot cunt. That’s how we met at a fisting party a couple of years ago.”
I was fully stripped down to a black and red Nasty Pig jock by the time he finished the sentence.
I turned around to show Rafael my plugged whore hole.
“Fuck! You fuckin’ sat in the Uber with that shit up your ass. Fucking crazy shit!”
I wiggled my ass in desperation.
“Fuckin’ needy little bitch. I’m not touching your pig cunt until you’re fucked up real good.”
Rafael smacked my right ass cheek.
“Turn around fucker.”
Rafael shoved his cock down my throat until his balls were smashed against my face. That’s where I was, Rafael’s hand pressing my face down over and over again when I heard footsteps approach.
A deep voice said, “Fuck bro, don’t choke the faggot to death on your dick!”
“Hey, you’re back.”
“Yeah, I told you I’d hook you up.”
Rafael took his hand off my head and as I gasped for air I had to see the owner of this deep, gravelly voice. He looked like a bruiser of a man, stocky, 5’10”, bald, brown eyes, scruffy face, tatted sleeve arms.
“That’s Mario, my homey.”
“Fuck dude, I saw that video. Fuckin’ crazy shit!”
I didn’t even answer because I knew Mario was right. I was out of my mind taking four fists and taking a foot knee deep. I was also a bit nervous because I didn’t know if I could live up to that overwhelming experience. It would be challenging to ever do that again or come close.
“You’re gonna thank Mario for going home to get more supplies. Maybe not now, but I’m sure in less than an hour he’s going to be your best friend. I’m sure of it.”, Rafael snickered.
“You do the honors, bro. Take the plug out of its ass.”, Rafael insisted.
“Fuck yeah, I will!”
Mario’s fingers pried against the rim of the plug until it slowly started backing out and when he had a good grip he just simply yanked.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckk!”, I groaned as my hole convulsed uncontrollably.
“Oh fuck Rafi, this faggot’s cunt lips are already huge. Fuck we’re gonna give this hole everything it needs faggot. Fuuccck!”
Rafael finally left the bed with his hard dick pointed toward the ceiling on a nice angle. He walked over to the bag that Mario brought and dropped it on the nightstand. I wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was doing but I had a really good idea of what was happening.
Sure enough, Rafael lit the glass pipe and the three of us took turns blowing clouds until the crystals had evaporated. Rafael dropped in a couple more and then things escalated. I was blowing clouds over Rafael’s cock while Mario blew them up my ass. We exchanged smoke in our mouths, in my ass, more over their cocks.
We were slowly getting amped. Rafael
passed around a cold Corona to combat the dry mouth. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting. When there was just a few ounces left in the bottle he dropped a couple of crystals in there and sat it down.
“Rafi, what the fuck? You gonna drink that shit?”
“No fuckin’ way man, I’m gonna put it in the faggot’s cunt in a few minutes. Gonna open this fucker right up. You’ll see.”
Rafael turned around and put on some light house music and lowered the lights.
“Let him suck your dick while I pour this up his pig hole.”
Mario sat with his back against the headboard, legs spread in either side of me. I was lying with a pillow under my torso, my head in Mario’s lap, his seven inch fat uncut Italian sausage buried all the way down my esophagus.
I felt Rafael put some grease into my hole, then the cool glass was inserted, and pushed down until the neck of the bottle was fully inserted. I felt a gush fill my insides along with a slight tingle. Those sweet chemicals turned into a delightful elixir. It was just enough where I didn’t feel a need to expel, it was more about laying still and allowing things to absorb and marinate.
I stopped actively sucking Mario’s cock as I let myself float away. Mario rose from his sitting position to his knees and started to fuck my face, holding my head in his big beefy hairy arms.
Rafael pushed me up to my knees and handed me the bottle of poppers.
“Brand new, just for you”, he whispered.
I could tell by the weight, shape and overall feel that the bottle was some form of IronFist my very favorite.
“Take a couple of deep hits”, Rafael whispered in my ear.
My head was soon swirling and in short order Rafael’s closed fist was buried half way to the elbow. That initial excavation was simply magical.
Taking hard dick down my throat and taking deep hard punches was exactly the thing that I needed to lose all sense of time and presence. I was getting closer to another reality, a different realm where nothing else mattered but getting my pig cunt obliterated.
“More”, I mumbled over the thick stick choking me.
“Oh shit! This fucking cunt is already begging for more! Better give it what it wants.” Addressing my pig hole like it was a living being, fucking hot!
Mario assisted Rafael with coating both forearms up the elbow while I nursed on dick. Before Rafael went back inside me, Mario attached alligator clamps on each nipple, the bite cutting deep. He then opened the bottle and had me take more hits.
Mario yanked the chain, pulling and stretching my nips. I lifted off his cock and turned my head around and nodded toward Rafael.
“Please, wreck my pussy!”, non-plussed about my nipples being worked over.
Rafael snarled and placed both closed fists side by side and brought them both to my rectum.
“Let’s see how bad you want them, bitch boy. Let’s see if you’re hungry enough for both my fists.”
Mario didn’t let up his grip on that chain as I grunted and slid my hole downward over and down the two well-greased fists. I felt like I conquered Mt. Everest. I let my hole sit there for a minute, getting used to the double. I was really leaning into the nipple work, pulling upward as Mario pulled downward for maximum stretch.
Mario finally let go of the chain, and then he removed the clamps and twisted my hard erasers knowing full well they would be ultra wired. With my attention on that, my hole seemed to unclench and Rafael pushed his fists back and out and slid right back inside.
“Gonna get this pussy nice and open faggot. Work this fuckin’ whore hole wide fuckin’ open. I know you want it, pig. Open that cunt right up for me!”
More poppers and Rafael went to town giving me elbow deep double punches which had me seeing stars.
“You want a turn bro?”, Rafael asked.
“Hell yeah I want a turn. Now that you opened this cunt for me it should be no problem getting my meaty paw in there.”
The action stopped to regroup and get the three of us really worked up. The pipe went around a few more times. This time Mario placed a big crystal on his greased up finger and pushed it deep inside me. I could feel another slight tingle which sent a shiver down my spine.
Mario just fingered my hole for a couple of minutes while Rafael sat back on the headboard and watched. I was on my back now, holding my legs up, Mario was kneeling below me.
Rafael placed the gas mask over my face and pressed down on my sternum.
I felt Mario’s closed fist circling around my entrance, corkscrewing its way inside until my asshole sucked it in. It was a huge fist almost as large as Rafael’s double. This was a fleshy paw for sure, with not a lot of ability to collapse. Not that I wanted or needed it to.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckk”, I cried out through the mask. The fog of fumes fully taking effect.
When I thought I would pass out I lifted the mask off of me and then quickly held my legs back and pushed my ass out.
“Come on dude! Punch my fuckin’ pussy! Fuckin’ stretch it out man!”
I was crazed!
In turn, Mario destroyed my pig cunt with hard single punches. I raised my hands over my head, my head moving side to side in some sick state of ecstasy, and then I was pleasantly surprised when I felt Rafael’s fist slip through, gliding so easily next to Mario’s like a knife through soft butter.
The two of them moved as one unit, double fisting my hole with great enthusiasm.
Each of them had one of my ankles in their hand ensuring my hole was at the perfect angle for the widest and deepest punches. I was elated and elevated. When I came down from the rush, I felt my body tingle all over and the adrenaline rush was truly enrapturing me.
“Look at that hole, bro! It’s fuckin’ gaping!”, Mario declared triumphantly.
“You ain’t seen nothin’. We’re just warming up dude.”, Rafael said.
“Get up faggot!”
Rafael helped me get on my feet and somehow I stumbled to the room next door, the playroom.
From what I recall the room was painted in dark red with black baseboards. Hanging from the ceiling on four hooks was a flatbed sling with a built in head rest. The room was dark lit. I also recall the same music from the bedroom piped in to the sling room.
Mario brought the lube, poppers and other supplies.
Rafael assisted me into the sling and placed my ankles on the stirrups. I looked above me and the ceiling was one large mirror. How cool is that.
My hole was still aching for attention and I silently and impatiently waited for more action to ensue. I didn’t wait long. The two amigos took turns blowing clouds right into my gape. I watched them through the mirror and it was pretty hot to see these two men blowing clouds together.
This time Rafael shoved a greased finger inside me with another assist from Tina. I’m not sure I really needed it.
Rafael sat below me in a stool with two greased forearms. Mario put the poppers in my hand and the gas mask on my chest.
One fist punched wrist deep inside me and kept traveling further inside to the fattest part of Rafael’s forearm.
“More”, I begged. “Please”. I was seriously delirious.
“You see homey, I told you this faggot can’t get enough. I’m gonna help it out coz I’m a nice guy.”, he said with a snicker and a snarl.
“I’m gonna give you more, don’t you worry pig.”
Without pulling his forearm back, four fingertips from the other hand wedged their way between Rafael’s forearm and my very well stretched cunt hole. Feeling Rafael work his hands like a professional ass manipulator was a serious mind fuck! Somehow, I was now taking two thick forearms to the elbow. I cried out in utter pleasure. It was sheer joy.
I took a deep huff off the brown bottle and almost instantly, the wave came over me.
“Blow it out!”, I demanded. I slid myself down the sling a bit and raised my ass up on high, spreading my legs wider, crawling up Rafael’s forearms.
Rafael pulled them back in unison and slammed them back inside me. Like a locomotive, Rafael gathered steam with each deep cunting, working churning up my trench harder, deeper, faster until I was a blubbering idiot. Rafael expended a tremendous amount of energy doing his best to destroy my passage.
Clearly winded, Rafael needed to recover. He was sweaty as was I, but the only thing that mattered was feeding my pig hole.
“You’re up next bro.”, Rafael blurted.
“Fuck yeah, I’m ready. Got the pig wide open for me.”, Mario said with excitement.
I was barely coherent watching Mario grease up his arms. He moved the stool over to the side and stood before me. Actually, he took a step back, then hunched over slightly, right foot extended forward, his right fist pushed right through my pig pussy lips almost to the elbow. Mario took another step forward, now his body was level with mine.
“Take a hit faggot”, he commanded.
I took another powerful inhale, held it for a few seconds and then exhaled.
Mario masterfully pushed his arm all the way to his bicep!
I was making all kinds of high pitched noises, and could hardly believe the reflection in the mirror of my tiny asshole dilating to a pig trough and swallowing an entire limb!
“Ohhhhh myyyy Gooood”, I wailed in complete ecstasy.
“Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk”, followed.
“How’s that feel fucking pig?”, Mario asked.
“Fucking amazing. Ohhhh fuck!”
“Yeah, you like my arm up your cunt bitch?”
“Yeessss”, I hissed.
“Give me the other one, I want it!”, I blurted without thinking.
“You think you could take it whore?”
“Yes, fuck yes!”
How did I know for sure I could take it? I was not in my right mind, but in my craze, I had no limits. I knew Mario had huge mitts, what was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking!!
“Put on the mask”, Mario demanded.
Rafael was watching all of this sitting on the stool from the sideline. He had a beer in his hand, observing the action.
I did as I was told as I often do in these situations and the toxic fumes permeated my nostrils in no time. I could feel my hole loosening up in real time. Somehow, with that arm impaled in me, I pushed myself downward another inch so my ass was completely hanging off the edge, my legs opened even wider. In fact, I pulled my ankles from the stirrups and hold on to my own ankles, displaying my cunt hole for Mario.
I felt Mario’s fingers searching for an opening. Mario rolled his arm side to side, three fingers finding their way in. More turning and twisting, and once I flipped the mask over my head I nodded, giving the signal I was ready. My hole was so slick with a mix of Crisco and Elbow Grease, it was oozing out of me. I felt the slide of that second arm snake its way inside me. Mario used the technique of one step forward, a forward push with his arm, again and again until both were joined together.
Now when I looked upward into the ceiling, my eyes grew wide. The look on Mario’s face was something I won’t soon forget. Wonderment? Amazement? Disgust? I don’t know, maybe even shock? How the hell did I manage to take two entire arms fully inside me up to the shoulder? That’s just insane! What happened afterwards, far more insane. The gas mask back over my face, Mario double-barreled my fuck hole from wrist to bicep over and over and over again until I had to beg him to stop. After a few minutes it was even too much for me.
I wish I could have seen my hole for myself but it wasn’t something I was able to do given the condition I was in.
“Fuck Mario! Look what you did. This pig’s hole is fucking blooming! Look at that bro!”
“Fuck! I fucking turned that pussy out, didn’t I man?”
“You doin’ ok over there fucker?”, Rafael asked.
“Uh huh”, I gasped still trying to combat the fog in my brain and the major endorphin rush.
“You want more pig?”, Mario asked thinking I was done for the night.
I didn’t answer because I knew I shouldn’t say yes and still had an ounce of shame somewhere buried in me, but I was also still quite full of powerful chemicals. I heard the question, but wasn’t able to respond.
“Nah man, you saw what we did to that hole last time! We haven’t even stretched it open properly yet. We got some work to do, don’t we whore?”
Rafael brought me the rest of his beer and told me to drink up, that it would be good for me.
Mario stepped out of the room for a minute and came back with a little plastic baggie full of white stuff in it.
“Fuck Mario! You came to party tonight, didn’t you?”
“Hell to the fuck yeah, bro!”
Mario put a little mirror on my abs, poured some of the white powder on it, then cut it into lines with a razor blade. Enough for five lines. Each of them took two and then they brought it to me. I did what they did.
“This will give you a second wind pig”, Rafael insisted.
Once the little baggie was out of sight, Rafael refreshed the lube supply and I think I that point the three of us were pretty wired.
“Time to see what this hole can really do homey”, Rafael said to his buddy.
Rafael lowered the chains of the sling a few notches so I was maybe a foot from the floor. Then he laid down under me, his back facing my head so his feet were sort of sticking out.
Rafael lubed up both of his hands past the wrist and I started huffing on the brown bottle again. It had been a while since I put down the mask and only used the bottle.
Rafael had both his fists inside me like it was just a small inconvenience, no big deal whatsoever, I felt it, but it was certainly not a challenge at this point. There he was flat on his back, uppercutting me with both fists. Then giving me good hard punches one at a time, like he was boxing.
Well, things escalated when Mario handed me a can of Maximum Impact and a cloth.
“Hit it only when I tell you. Use your bottle for now, got it slut?”
I nodded that I understood.
Mario kneeled between Rafael’s open thighs haunched on his butt.
One hand started exploring. I saw fingers disappearing above me in the mirror, finding space in my already crowded tunnel. I gripped the chains on either side of me trying to stabilize myself while Mario and Rafael worked out the mechanics of triple fisting.
After some maneuvering below me, I was ordered to spray the cloth and the feeling hit me hard. My hole gave way instantly and Mario’s closed fist sandwiched between Rafael’s two. Once I’d opened, they pushed inside together past the wrist and started giving me some light punches. I was in heaven!
“Ahhhhhh fuuuccckkk yyeesssss, that’s soooo gooood. Soooo goood!”, my eyes rolled in the back of my head.
They were playing in my hole with such concentration knowing one slip could seriously injure me and I appreciated the care they took. Even their synchronized triple fisting was not a full on pussy pounding, it was enough to keep us all interested and feeling good. Eventually the spray’s impact ceased and I descended back to earth.
“Ok, I think this pig cunt is ready for it, Mario. What do you think?”
“For another one you mean?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you think we should try with a toy first? Just to see how it goes? My hands are fuckin’ huge, not like Manny’s”
They didn’t consult me, and it was MY pussy they were wrecking.
“If you want. Maybe a good idea.”, Rafael said.
Mario carefully dislodged his fist and when Rafael removed his double, my hole began to sputter and spew all kinds of cream! I felt it pulsating, like it was breathing on its own, powerful spasms that caused my body to shimmy and shake, and a bit of cum soaked into my jockstrap. I was groaning and I think I actually snorted like a real pig!
“Holy fuck, Mario! You missed that. I think this faggot just had an assgasm! Look at the whore’s face! And fuck! There’s some jizz over there!”, he pointed.
I know I must have looked stupid with that half-cocked smile and my tongue hanging out the side of my mouth. Rafael wasn’t wrong, it was one hell of an assgasm, and unexpected at that. I luxuriated in the aftermath but not for too long.
Rafael came out from underneath me and this time the two men were kneeling on either side of me. Next to Mario were two toys, one was a 10” long fairly thick black cock dildo with big balls, the other was an orange yam-shaped one that looked pretty wide and thick to me. Both were amply coated with lots of grease.
“This time I’m going in with one, you go in with one, I’ll put my other one in, and then we’ll get the toy in. Popper up faggot!”
I took a deep hit, but after that assgasm, my hole seemed to have closed up just a bit and I couldn’t quite get past the two fists without a struggle.
“We came this far, we’re going all the way, Mario. You got more T?”
“Yeah”
“Booty bump time bro!”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah! Look at him! He wants it, don’t ya pig?”
“Uh huh”, I said, I guess giving consent.
“Ok, let’s do it”, Mario said.
“Hey, you gotta piss bro?”, Rafael asked.
“Yeah, why?”
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.”
The break helped me gather myself just a bit. I was able to stretch my arms and legs and take some deep breaths. I was in that sling for a long time. While we waited, I closed my eyes but was still very much awake. It was the first time I reached down to feel the carnage of my pig hole. It was swollen and bumpy, it was also still throbbing and pretty hungry for more. Mario sat on the stool with his head in his hand, resting his eyes, but I could tell he wasn’t sleeping either, just taking a few minutes to center himself.
Rafael came back with a bunch of things after about 10 or so minutes. First he laid out a few towels on the rug in the space next to the sling.
“Hey Mario, you ok bud?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. I swear. What you doing.”
“Spread his hole for me.”
Mario used fingers from both hands to hold my hole open for Rafael.
Rafael then put his hand inside me, along with the medicine dropper and depressed the dispenser. I barely felt the gush of chemically infused water as it flushed inside.
Rafael slowly pulled it out and shoved a thick black butt plug inside me. It was very wide and maybe 7 or 8 inches in length. I was tightly sealed.
“Let’s let that do its job. Now let’s piss. Wait until you see this, bro. I just got it a few weeks ago.”
Rafael pulled me up from the sling.
“Can you kneel faggot? You ok?”
My eyes were bloodshot and I was seriously impaired, but I said yes anyway. I was this far wrecked so what was a little more.
“Yeah, I’m, I’m ok”, I stuttered.
Rafael produced a urinal gag and secured it over my face and head. It was something unexpected.
“What the fuck, Rafa! You’re gonna piss in that?”
“Yeah, and so are you bro.”
“Rafa whipped his dick out of his jockstrap and held it in his hand. Suddenly, a stream of golden piss filled the urinal tray and in a fraction of a second, it was flowing down my throat. Rafael had amazing control over his stream. He allowed me to swallow after a few seconds. Wait. Fill the urinal tray, I’d drink, he’d wait. His piss was toxic, it was so acrid, and smelled so strong in my nostrils, but I was getting off on it. I loved being his personal piss pig. I’d say Rafael filled up that piss trough at least a dozen times before his bladder emptied.
Meanwhile I could feel my hole starting to wake up and tingle.
“You’re up next bud”
Mario pulled out his thick sausage and wasn’t quite as controlled as Rafael, splattering some on my head and on the towel, but I’d say at least 80% of it was in my belly now. I was getting light headed!
After the two men shook their dicks over the tiny trough, Rafael removed the gag from my head.
“You with me, faggot?”, he asked.
I must have looked truly glazed over.
“Uh huh”, I muttered.
“Good fuckin’ pussy pig! Let me see you get on your hands and knees. Can you do that whore?”
“Uh huh.”
“Good pig.”
I did as I was asked, not quite on all 4’s, my head rested on my crossed arms with my ass up in the air.
Rafael rubbed my ass cheeks and leaned down to talk in my ear.”
“Can you do something for us fucker?”
“Uh huh”
God the drugs were really making me lose any sense of consciousness.
“Push the plug out your ass. Show us how bad you want it. Trust me, you’ll be so glad you did.”
It felt like Rafael was taunting me. It was a test to see if I was still in reality.
Somehow, I mustered the strength and coordination to push out really hard like I was taking the world’s largest dump.
Both Mario and Rafael were cheering me on as I groaned louder and louder, pushing out harder and harder.
“Uuuuggghhhhh”, I groaned over and over again, deep, guttural, feeling the plug slowly loosening.
“Come on, you’re almost there. One more hard push faggot!”
I gave one last deep push out and the plug flew out of me.
“Ugggghhhhh fuuuuucccckkkk!”, I wailed.
Rafael wasted no time stuffing his closed fist back inside my opening, punching it out with his full fist. Rafael then took over and soon, they were once again doubling me with one fist each.
“Oh yeah, now we should be good to go. Feel how open it is man.”, Rafael said.
“Fuck yeah, hey let me try putting my other one in and then the toy.”
“Fuck bro, whatever you want.”
I desperately reached for the IronFist and took more hits. Holy fuck, Mario’s huge mitt wiggled and wormed its way inward, first with the fatty palm and four fingers. The men slowly turned their hands clockwise and counterclockwise, each time sucking more of Mario’s left hand further inside.
“One more hit man!”, Mario shouted.
They waited for me to close the bottle top and settle and then I opened more, Mario slipped his thumb inside. With just a slight push, I’d done it, I was once again on the receiving end of their triple, only this time it was Mario’s two so the degree of difficulty went up.
I was breathless, but in pure ecstasy again. I started to hum, I was really really high.
It was me who pushed my hole back, attempting to swallow more, wanting more stretch.
“Ohhh fuck! Look! The fag is ready, Mario!”
Rafael bypassed the smaller black dildo for the yam. The tip was flared, and the entire toy was creamed in layers of grease. Rafael somehow found an opening for the tip and pushed just the first two inches inside. After that, the toy really wedged wider before narrowing closer to the base.
I was determined. I poured a tiny splash of the liquid into the towel and brought it to my nose and my mouth. The fumes were strong and powerful and so were their effects on me. Once again it was me who reared up on my hands and pushed my cunt pig hole backward, swallowing even more of that toy along with their three fists.
“Ohhhvfuuucckk! That feels so fucking amazing!”, I wailed and hummed.
“Please! Please put it in me! Please!”, I was desperate.
Rafael knew exactly what my fuck hole needed in that moment. While Mario left his fists in me half way to the elbow, Rafael used the toy and his own fist to pound out my pig pussy with unbelievable punches that left me seeing stars!
I was engrossed in the moment so thoroughly that I hardly noticed the swift switch from toy to hand. Yes, I was taking true double punches while the other double fists were simply prying my cave open. I never felt anything so incredible in my entire life! I was wider than the Atlantic Ocean!
I pulled the mask over my face and then we went for the ultimate of all fisting challenges, four fists punching out my hole!
I was praising Jesus and God and I swear I was in nirvana, every nerve in my cunt was being stretched and touched and wrecked and it was so beautiful.
When I came down from the rush it was time to take a break. When the last two fists pulled out, my body convulsed a second time that night, more pussy squelching, and my balls erupted into my jockstrap. I fell onto my stomach and couldn’t speak. My ears were ringing, I was hyperventilating, my eyes were burning. While I know I was laying flat on the towel, it felt like my body was adrift.
“Fuck Rafi! We fuckin’ ruined the faggot’s count hole! That was fucking unbelievable. I can’t believe what we just did!”
“I told you, I never met such a hungry pig in all my life. Who the fuck can take four fists? I mean look at yours? Who the fuck can take two of those? Fucking unbelievable!”
“You know we should have recorded it because nobody would ever believe it.”
“Oh yeah, next time we’ll make sure Manny is here so one of us can hold the phone, hehe. Hey, how you doing over there? You ok?”
“Uh huh”
“Just stay there as long as you need. I’m going. To bring you some water”, Rafael said.
Mario was still kneeling nearby and started rubbing my ass cheek with his hand.
“Fuck, you really can take a lot man. That was something else.”
“Uh huh”, was all I could utter at that point. I was really gone, physically, mentally, emotionally…
“You gonna be ok? I mean, we did a lot of stuff tonight?”
“Uh-huh”. I wasn’t interested in conversation. I just needed to lay there and gather myself.
Rafael returned with a bottle of water and actually opened the bottle and made me drink some of it. Then he rolled me onto my back so he could see my face.
“He just needs to sleep it off. Help me bring him to the bed, Manny.”
That’s the last thing I remember.
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