So I was at this quiet little bar in the north side of Houston, jukebox music not too loud, 2 sections of the place, better lit pool table area and darker bar area. Pretty empty, too, just a few people playing pool. Short distance from my hotel, too, only more woodsy. My conference was over and I was taking an extra day to relax before flying back home to Oklahoma. I was on my 4th bourbon and 7. The bartender was an attractive guy in his 40s, solid built, Hispanic, good conversation, he was good at getting me to open up, asking lots of questions and making me some strong drinks. We both took a few breaks from talk, me checking my phone for wife and family texts, he walking a little further away to make calls, never breaking eye contact with me as he spoke. Around 1am, the couple playing pool left, leaving me and the bartender. I had a really strong buzz going. I was about to leave, myself, but he said if I stayed, he’d appreciate the company and that I’d enjoy meeting some friends of his who were getting off work. He asked what I’d like, and I said, surprise me. He went back to the cooler and added some ingredients to a shaker then came back and mixed some liquor in. Poured it into 3 shot glasses and lined them up for me. Triple threat, he called it. Just then, 2 guys in construction gear came in looking around like they were looking for someone. Black guy, thick hair, full beard, build, tall, about 6’4” easily, 250lbs. The other, dark haired white guy, similar build, goatee with handlebar mustache. “He’s over here,” said the bartender. He looked at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind, I mentioned I met a new friend and they should join us.” “Did you lock the door?” He explained that since it was slow, might as well make it a private party, if it was cool with me. I did 2 shots back to back- “ugh, what is in these? Damn, they’re bitter! He laughed and told me to just relax. The guys came over and started talking to me, although I know most of my words were slurring a bit. Bartender went about the bar, picking up empty glasses and bottles in a rolling cart.
The guys were super friendly, putting their arms around me as they shared stories. I could smell the sweat of a hard day’s work on them, smelled kind of nice, like we were doing some kind of guy thing. But my arms were getting heavier and so was my bladder. I told them to give me a minute to go take a leak. Bartender saw I was woozy and came up with his cart. “Restroom?” he asked. “Yeah, but I think I drank a little too much.” “No problem, me and the guys can help, haha.” He cleared the cart and leaned me over it. The guys were talking, too, but I can’t remember what they were saying, only they were laughing and rubbing my body, probably to sober me up. Felt kind of good as they rubbed my inner thighs. So there I was, bent over against a rolling cart as they rolled me to the restroom. I can remember it was pretty dingy with a big utility sink and a hose connected next to a rolling bucket and mop. I was in and out of consciousness, but smiling as I felt them touch my body. In fact, for some reason, I wanted them to touch my body more and more, especially my inner thighs and ass. I’m not sure who said what, but I remember my arms across their shoulders, someone undid my pants- in fact, they took them completely off- and I was able to take a leak. I remember it wasn’t in the urinal but into a jar. I was dizzy and feeling good. Someone said,”did you get all of it?” They said yeah, good thing this jar was around. Did you get it on the camera? Yeah. They bent me over the cart again and I rested like that for a few minutes. I can see what’s going on at this point but my body can’t really move to stop anything. They wheel me to the big sink and turn the hose on. Next thing I feel my ass filling up with coolness and I know the hose is in my ass. They pull it out and everything flows into the big sink. They do it again several times till one says, good? And they’re like, yeah. And bent over, the guys wheel me back to the bar. They pull me up and now, I’m slumped over the bar, cool breeze against my bare wet ass. “Good thing the kitchen is closed, the cook won’t mind a little grease missing,” as someone puts a container of lard next to my face. My head and chest on the bar, they take my legs and open them, resting them on 2 of the barstools. My ass now elevated in the air.
I see a hand reach in the can then feel fingers against my anus. It rubs and feels so good. It presses in a little, and the sensation is electric. I’ve never played with my butt. Suddenly a finger slips in. I moan loudly slurring, it’s so big! They laugh, “you ain’t seen nothing, my friend!” I hear someone speaking: “If he’s feeling that, I better do something. Good thing we got these test tube shot containers. Hand me the last shot glass.” I feel something slightly sting as a liquid slides in my ass. The stinging stops, and I relax again. Whatever was in the glass got completely absorbed in my rectum. “I should probably get going.” They assure me they are taking good care of me as more grease and fingers start sliding in my anus. Relax and breathe, they say. “Here, mine is the smallest, I’ll go first.” I feel three fingers spreading my hole. It stings a bit, but at that point, I can’t even lift my body. 4 fingers, then.... knuckles. Pushing. Firmly. In. I moan loud. “He’s enjoying it!” All of a sudden, the pressure is gone and there’s something lodged in my ass. What’s in my ass, I ask groggily. Just my little wrist, says the Latino construction guy. Yeah, the other two guys cheer as I see flashes go off. I pass out slightly as I feel his hand gently moving back and forth in my ass. No telling for how long... Until he pulls out! Owwwwww!, I yell as he completely pulls his hand out of my ass. I’m breathing hard, adjusting to the temporary pain of having my ass expanded. “Wow, you pulled out with your fist balled up! And he’s just a beginner!” I had to so he could stretch some for your big paws!” “You got a point,” said a deeper voice. I then see a dark skinned large workman’s hand reach into the jar of lard with a good amount. I know what’s coming up at this point and all I can mumble is, “more...” meaning more lube if they’re doing that again to me. They laugh and the deep voice says he’s going to give me more, more than I can handle. The bartender says, hold on, let me help him adjust- pulls out a little brown bottle, puts a little of the contents on a cloth and sticks the cloth in my mouth. Breathe, buddy. I inhale and the fumes go deep into my lungs as I feel the bunched up fingers push firmly into my ass. I see white, and pass out. I come to again and my anus is feeling completely expanded. It hurts but it feels good. I moan in pleasure. “He’s awake,” someone says, and then tells me congratulations. I mumble, why? They then pull someone’s phone in front of my face and I see the whole video of the hand firmly but slowly, slowly slowly going in till it is halfway to the elbow inside my ass. There’s a tinge of pink in the grease around his arm and I can’t tell if that’s my anal ring or something else. I’m scared and want to cry but at the same time, I’m excited. The arm then begins to fuck me slowly and deeply... I slide a little back into unconsciousness...