Well, as you can imagine, after taking four fists at once while under the influence of many chemicals, the recovery was intense. After a couple of days my digestive system was up and running as usual again, but it was the coming down from all the chems that hit me the hardest. Several days of lethargy, not much of an appetite, and a bout of anxiety and depression. Not great motivators to make me wanna get up and get my pig hole slaughtered all over again. Far from it.
Then, I felt like the fog had lifted, my energy was back, my appetite improved, and I was feeling better psychologically. I forgot the severe low I just went through and recalled the vivid memories of the fullness of four fists claiming my hole at the same time. I recalled the elation I had experienced. I was jerking off to those memories several times a day.
I convinced myself it was time to get back in the saddle. I didn’t wait for Rafael to text me, I texted him this time.
“Hey”, I said, simply.
About an hour later Rafael responded.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“You busy tomorrow night?”
“Your hole hungry again?”
“Yes”
“Let me check with my boys”
“Ok”
So I waited all afternoon while I worked and just after my late afternoon cigarette break, Rafael responded.
“Manny can host us. Mario is coming.”
So we sorted out the details and I was going to Rafael’s cousin’s house at 9pm Friday night. I could hardly focus on work the rest of the day. I’d never been with three fisting tops before at the same time. I was excited and nervous all at once.
Of course the first thing I did when I got home was smoke a little weed to calm my nerves and center my sense of inner tranquility. After that, I found it easier to complete my routine of preparing my digestive tract for some deep and wide penetration. Once satisfied things were squeaky clean, I ingested a potent gummy and started opening my hole up with some of my own toys.
It was getting closer to 9pm. Time to decide what to wear for the occasion. I looked through my collection and decided on an ass-less red singlet with black piping. I always liked the way I looked on a singlet. My cage really popped in the pouch. I pulled on the matching red and black knee socks.
I knew I could wear only that in the Uber, so I put on some shorts to cover my exposed butt, but nothing else other than black boots. Yeah, I looked like I was going to get fucked, and I didn’t care.
The Uber driver sure did look at me funny. An older man not from America, but he didn’t deny me a ride because a fare is a fare, right? I guess I was a bit unbothered when he sped away, probably a result of the gummy.
Manny lived downtown in a row home apartment. I rang his doorbell and heard the buzzer so I walked up three flights to the top floor where Rafael, already in black gym shorts and shirtless greeted me. His eyes were already a bit bloodshot. He appeared almost giddy when he hugged me.
“I knew you’d be back I just didn’t think it would do soon.”, he said excitedly.
I wasn’t quite sure how to respond.
“Do you want me to go?”
“No, no, I didn’t mean it that way. Just thought we wrecked your cunt last time and didn’t think you’d want us to do it again so soon. Good to know you want more. Believe me, we can’t wait to get you opened up.”
I smiled.
“Cool”
“Come to the back room with me and we’ll get you nice and fucked up. It’s what you came for, isn’t it?”
“Yeah”, I said now a little nervous.
I followed Rafael to the back bedroom. There was a black rubber sheet and some pads down on Manny’s king bed. Sitting in a chair was Mario, hairy chest exposed, in running shorts. Manny, also without shirt was sitting on the edge of the mattress. We walked in on the two men passing the lighter and the pipe.
No formal greetings were exchanged, but Rafael and I were now part of this cloud exchange. After the pile went round twice, Manny spoke.
“Make yourself comfortable bro. Mi casa es su casa. You wanna beer?”
“Yeah, ok.”
“In the fridge bro, bring one for all of us.”
I retrieved four Coronas from the fridge and retuned to the bedroom and handed them out.
“Fuck dude! I can’t wait to get in that pusssssy.”, Mario slurred. “Let’s see your hole.”
Rafael nodded his agreement and I shucked my shorts, revealing the singlet I’d been wearing all evening.
“Hot”, Manny offered.
“Let’s see that pig hole.”, Rafael followed, sort of wanting me to appease our host, his cousin Manny.
No longer feeling shy due to the chemical assistance, I launched myself on the bed, on my back and held my ankles back revealing my loose hole.
Mario’s fingers lightly grazed the perimeter, marveling at its folds.
“Whoa, look at these pussy lips”, he stated calling Rafael and Manny to attention.
“You been playin’ in that hole, pig?”, he asked.
“Yeah”, I said.
“I bet he’s ready for this”, Manny said raising his fist.
“No man. Not yet we gotta get him ready first”, Rafael insisted.
I was expecting a booty bump at this point because I’d never seen any of these guys use a needle, but Rafael produced one from the side table.
“You wanna slam?”, he asked…at least.
“I don’t know”, I replied, not saying yes or no.
“Come on, try it”, Rafael offered. This will be better than a bump in your cunt, I promise. It’s a fresh needle, just for you.”
Not using my better judgement, I nodded my head in agreement. I let go of my legs and was now laying flat on the mattress.
Next thing I know, Rafael takes an alcohol swab to my arm and once the needle was in my vein, and the potent T was being injected, I saw flashes of light under my eyes while simultaneously my body began to tingle all over. The drugs effects were immediate, not at all a slow ease like a bump, at least for me.
Within a minute I felt an urgent need to be stuffed,
“Shit, Rafa! Look at him! This pig is ready”, Mario said. “Who wants to break his pussy open?”
“Manny should. It’s his house.”, Rafa said while taking position behind me and holding my legs back.
I watched Manny coat his forearms with lots of x-lube and he made a pose like a boxer before kneeling on the bedroom carpet.
I cannot recall a time in my fisting career where the initial opening came in the form of two fists side by side but that’s exactly what happened.
“Ohhhhh yesssss!” I hissed in absolute bliss.
Mario affixed a gas mask over my face after Manny’s doubles were wrist deep and before I could express myself more verbalIy. The fumes were intense and I was getting well spun for sure.
Rafael gripped each ankle and ensured I was well spread for an intense double punching. Manny growled as his forearms pressed further into my rectum with each downstroke. When the mask finally came off my cunt hole was ravenous!
Manny worked up a sweat coring me out, his experienced hands making me squeal joyfully.
After the round had completed, Rafael produced rope and he pushed me back towards the headboard, knotting my ankles behind me, finding a flexibility I didn’t even know I had in me. My gape was there for the taking.
“More please”, I groaned. “Please fuck my faggot pussy!”
“Ohhh. We will!”, Mario assured me.
All three men passed the pipe around and let me take a couple of hits, too. Each man took turns blowing clouds in my mouth and in my hole. The bedroom was filled by our cloud smoke and it was a bit hazy, just like my brain.
Manny lowered the lights and turned on some house music, with a subdued beat, perfect for setting the mood. Rafael placed my bottle of IronFist in the palm of my hand.
Then I stared and watched Rafael, Manny, and Mario liberally coat their forearms and wondered what was happening next.
“Should we try it now bro?”, Mario asked Rafael.
“Fuck yeah, let’s do it.”
Rafa and Mario took position on their knees on the bed. Mario’s fist went in first with no resistance.
“Popper up piggy”, Rafael ordered.
I opened the bottle and brought it to my nose.
“I’m going to count to 10”, he said.
For 10 seconds in each nostril I inhaled.
“Hold it. Hold it. Keep holding. Ok…release.”
I was flying so high!
That’s when Rafa added his double to Mario’s single and had 3 fists three quarters to the elbow. They synchronized their movement, working together to turn and twist and blow out my sphincter as I cried out in joy. It was as close to a spiritual experience as I’ve ever had.
“You ready Manny”, Rafa asked.
“Si”, he responded.
Mario stood over my spread legs and I could see his ass in my face.
“Deep hits faggot!”, Rafael demanded.
I obeyed of course and filled my head with more fumes.
“Again!”
Another round because I wouldn’t ever turn down an opportunity to hit the bottle.
After I closed the cap and set the bottle down to my side, I clasped my hands over my head and just surrendered my cunt to these beautiful men.
I closed my eyes and allowed all the colorful images to form under my eye lids as I felt Manny’s fist enter my hole from above me. Three fists from three men was a first for me, each able to reach inside me, touching my soul.
A very high pitched moan of absolute ecstasy involuntarily escaped from my lips. My pig hole was very welcoming to its invaders, the three of them diligently wrecking my innards. I felt little squirts of piss fly out and soak my singlet as they battered into my tunnel over and over again.
Things were escalating rather quickly. From careful insertion of the three fists to a complete annihilation, I almost didn’t hear Rafael when he shouted out, “put on the mask, faggot!”
I knew it was somewhere to my left and felt around me until I had it in my hand and placed it over my face. I took a few deep breaths and that’s when another, fourth, fist pressed and pushed its way inside of me. I couldn’t tell with the mask on and with Mario’s ass in my face whose fist it was, but I didn’t care at the time.
I thought I had an out of body experience with three fists, adding a fourth was complete nirvana. Feeling that fourth work and wiggle in my rectum, stretching me wider, had me begging “yes….more!”, as I peeled the mask off.
I reached around Mario and actually spread my hole wider with my own hands, attempting to spread ‘em further apart.
“Damn! Fuck!”, Mario blurted.
“I told you you’d like that slam didn’t I piggy!”, Rafa said triumphantly.
“This is fucking unbelievable, bro!”, Manny said.
“You have your phone?”, Rafa asked him.
“Yeah, hold a sec.”
The action stopped for a few moments while Manny opened up his camera with his free hand and I can report that once the camera was rolling, the fisting quad resumed once again. Three men, four fists, poppers, chems…just fucking unbelievable.
Sensing I was coming down from the masked rush, Rafa ordered me to hit the IronFist again.
And a new and most unbelievable development happened next. While Mario’s fists were inserted as the anchor, Manny and Rafael, who were still side by side took turns doubling me. One double after the other, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper. It was unbelievably glorious. Once more, I pissed into the singlet and this time the stream was so powerful it breached the material and sprayed me all over.
I bathed myself in my own urine, rubbing it all over my exposed chest. Tasting its toxic bitterness.
“Anyone need to take a leak?”, Rafa asked.
“Yeah”, Manny said.
“Ok, let’s take a piss break boys.”
I thought they were gonna untie my ankles but that’s not what happened at all. Manny put his cock in my sloppy pussy and let loose. I felt warmth fill my belly.
“You gotta go, bud?”, Rafa asked Mario.
“Yeah, I could.”
Manny pulled his cock out and some piss spilled out of my unclenched hole. Then he squatted over my face and I put his dick in my mouth. I sucked up the leftover piss like a Hoover and felt that sweet, bitter taste in it.
As I was finishing my dick suction, Mario took his turn filling my ass with his toxic brew. I felt extremely bloated and felt like I needed to expel.
“Oh shit, that’s crazy”, Manny said.
I wasn’t sure what he meant but it became clear when Rafa told me to push.
I pushed out and a huge deluge of warm chem filled piss spilled into an open jug. Once there was no more to capture, Rafael stepped up and added his piss right into the jug, while staring at me with the evilest of grins.
Manny poked around his bedroom until he found what he was looking for…the urinal gag.
Mario untied my ankles and I was manhandled until I was kneeling on the floor. Mario secured the urinal gag over my head and Rafa poured a good amount into the funnel. Each time the funnel emptied, it was refilled. Little by little, I drank the combined and laced yellow mixture and I felt piss drunk afterwards and had the worst, sour taste in my mouth, but I was way too high to care.
Now we were ready for more ass carnage. Back on the bed I went, this time I was ass up at the edge of the mattress, my torso on a pillow, my head flush with the black play sheet.
“Do you see how wide open his cunt is bro?”, Mario asked.
“Yeah, fuck! Wide open!” Manny added.
“Such a pretty and special fucking hole. I think he needs more! Those pussy lips aren’t as puffy as last time we wrecked it.”, Rafa insisted.
I laid there in a total meth stupor. I felt that urgent need take over and wiggled my butt.
“Oohhh yeah, faggot?”, Rafa slapped my ass with vigor. “You want more?”
I once again reached around and spread ‘em wide.”
“Yes, yes please”, I begged.
“Mario you go this time. Wreck it up good.”
Manny and Rafael drank their beers and lit the pipe while Mario punched me out. I was breathless. Right. Left. Right. Left. Over and over and over, until his right fist just went absolutely ballistic, forearm fucking me down past the elbow.
Then he tapped out and Rafael tapped in, choosing to double me with an epic blowout. It literally did feel like Rafa was pulling me inside out, drawing out my rosebud. He would periodically stop to shove his face in it, eat my rosebud, then resume the double punching.
By the time it was Manny’s turn I was well ruined, but nowhere close to done yet! Manny actually shoved his hard cock in my ass and his fist at the same time. Using me purely as a personal pussy, beating himself until he filled me with his seed. He roared in triumph as he reached his climax. I felt him tense and release post orgasm, releasing his seed into my wet, loose, and sloppy pig hole.
I lost all track of time. It might have been just a couple of hours or maybe it was six? I didn’t care and really didn’t want to know. What I did know was that that slam hadn’t waned at all. I was just as amped as I was earlier.
With Manny spent, he was laying beside me on the bed, merely a bystander at this point. Rafa and Mario had other ideas. Mario and Rafael blew clouds into their mouths and mine. Manny did not partake in this go round, but he was drinking a cold beer with a big smile on his furry face.
“What do you have in mind?”, Mario asked his informal leader.
“You think you could lift him over your shoulder?”, Rafa asked his friend.
“Yeah, no problem. You’ve seen me at the gym, I can lift more than this faggot and you know it.”
“Yeah, but you’re pretty loaded right now bro.”
“I got this.”
Mario proceeded to pick me up like I was a sack of potatoes and had me over his broad beefy shoulder in a blink of an eye. I positioned myself ass out, slumped over and as Mario held me up, Rafael pushed a cannonball up my ass, fingers from both hands intertwined. He somehow lowered himself into a position so that he could push upward at an angle, so I was taking up to the thickest part of his forearms. It took my breath away. The sensations of his knuckles scraping against the nerve endings in my rear end nearly brought me to glorious tears.
Manny suddenly came back to life and placed a freshly sprayed cloth of Impact over my nose. Once the fumes hit me in seconds I was riding Rafa’s forearms down to the elbow while Mario held me tightly, like a crazed madman. It was like riding a thick bumpy cylinder and while I let gravity bring me downward, Rafael pushed upward, and we made a great tandem of pandemonium together, moving to the slow beat of the music.
Once the rush passed, Rafael pulled his arms out of me.
“Get ‘em back on the bed.”, Rafa said.
I dislodged from Mario’s sweaty lumberjack body and was once again on my back in the bed, but not for long.
Rafael choreographed another interesting double fisting. I was back up on my elbows and knees, Manny flat on his back reached upward to punch my cunt out for a few minutes. The angle allowed for me to take it deep, past the elbow. Manny stood over me and reached downward to place his fist over Mario’s inserted forearm. Not an ideal position for Manny to get as deep, but certainly wrist deep and nice and wide. It made me moan alright, I loved it.
Rafael once again blew clouds in my mouth, making out with me while his cousin and best friend ruined my cunt. Then he put the poppers in my hand.
“Popper up faggot. Gonna get back in there, too!”
Rafael lubed his right fist up real good and found an opening for his four fingers. They all worked together, a slow corkscrewing motion, a little twist forward, a twist back, ever so slowly opening my cave just a bit more, a little deeper, patiently as I huffed and puffed, feeling my hole grow wider like it was elastic and felt Rafa’s thumb break through. Just on the edge of pushing past my second ring, I took the biggest hit yet, relaxed my sphincter and just let it happen. Rafael’s closed fist joined the other two and I groaned with the sense of accomplishment, the reward for the effort, the nirvana that ensued when the slow and deliberate blow out of my fully dilated pig hole made me feel things I never imagined possible. I had no idea my body was even capable of such an intense pounding and stretching, and out of nowhere my asshole began to twitch uncontrollably and my body was shaking hard, I felt my nuts exploding in my singlet. I didn’t want them to stop. They brought me to ecstatic assgasms repeatedly. I wish I had the vocabulary to even describe how it felt.
After the fifth or sixth full body assgasm I asked for them to stop. Once I flipped to my back I was a sweaty, sticky mess. My singlet was drenched in piss and cum. I peeled it off, and let my body go limp. The endorphin high was powerful and I had no ability to speak. I was drooling and slack-jawed, but so, so happy.
“Damn boys, I think we broke ‘em”, Mario said.
“Nah, he’s fine. Look at his face. He’s fucking smiling!”, Rafael said proudly.
“Let’s give him a few minutes”, Manny said.
Rafael looked around the room and found a giant butt plug and shoved it up my ass. I just laid there comatose as they left me to my thoughts once they were sure I was ok.
That was just the first half of our playtime together…there would be more depravity a little later.
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