Getting Serviced in Alabama

[Erik62]

On 4/21/2024 at 8:02 PM, bottomboyam said:

Rex fucked the boy slowly, moving in and out, always taking the boy to the elbow each time. As Wes opened up his face became blissful, but sweat pored off of him from the effort. After about 1/2 hour, Rex made his fist bigger, progressively opening the boy’s chute elbow deep until he could practically take a clenched fist. Rex mentioned to Ed.  “I should give him my clenched fist before you have a go,” Res stated, “Unless you want him to hurt?”  Ed smiled, and said, “I want him to know it was his daddy that trenched him out.  He’s so beautiful when he suffers.”  

 

Rex smiled, and pulled out abruptly, teasing and finger-fucking Wes’s small prolapse, as Wes writhed and groaned above. Ed gave the boy a decent booty bump and then began to grease up. “You want your Daddy Ed to fist you?  Give you a deep and wide pussy?” Ed directed at Wes. Wes, lost in the lust and desire, chanted “Use my pussy daddy, stretch my pussy.”

 

Ed surprised the boy—and Rex, who grinned and stroked his hard cock—with 10 minutes of brutal clenched fist shallow punching. The boy screamed but soon began to push back, as he always did.  However, he screamed again when his Daddy Ed pulled his fist out, made it into a smaller intermediate shape and pushed it in several inches past the point he had been punching. The boy was suspended again, as he had been so many times already, with the weight of his body forcing his ass down on something too big and too wide.  The boy stuttered—and time stopped for just a second— then his hole opened he slid down until Ed’s huge hand—made into a bird shape-went just to the knuckles of his second hole for the first time. 

 

Rex gave the boy a huge round of poppers and then slapped his chest, and with a little jump of Wes’s torso Ed’s fist slide through the boy’s second hole The boy’s deeper access had been opened by hours of deep toy play and Rex’s prep, was still stretched beyond comfort by the jump in size.  As Wes colon stretched beyond his imagining, the boy moaned and cried out but Ed’s birds hand fist kept going. And for the first time in the three years they had been together Ed fisted his boy to mid forearm. 

 

Ed held completely still, and waited patiently as the boy adjusted. The minute he felt any loosening, he began to move his arm very slightly back and forth until he could move in and out slowly. Then he started pushing forward.    “Look at me boy,” Ed commanded. Wes opened his eyes, barely seeing anything from the lust and pleasure he’d been riding for hours now.  “Pussy’s not finished until you can take me elbows deep, boy,” Ed demanded, “Do you understand?  Beg me.”  Wes begged, “Hurt me daddy, fuck me deep, give me your big elbow.”  And Ed began to slowly fuck deeper and deeper until Wes got what he wanted and Ed did too.

 

Ed fisted the boy until he could get his balled fist in to mid forearm. He then asked Rex to take over, and within seconds of aggressive work—Wes panting and crying—Rex had his balled fisted elbow deep in the boy. They worked in tandem, fisting the boy for several hours more, each time getting deeper and deeper and meeting any sign of Wes’s exhaustion with more drugs. Both men got just a tiny bit past the elbow, but Wes was too small and in the end just too inexperienced to take a punch that deep. Largely satisfied, Ed and Rex each delivered a good 15 minutes of elbow deep punching before abruptly stopping. 

 

Wes was a mess. His whole body—definition incredible due to the dehydration of nearly 24 solid hours of drugs and effort—glistened with sweat, cum, lube, flecks of Tina, and piss. He pussy gaped open, the big lips swollen to nearly twice their size, all manner of fluids draining out. Despite this, Wes started whining and begging for more. Ed picked him up and he and Res took him to the shower and washed him, Wes leaning against the wall with exhaustion but still begging to be fucked.  Rex positioned the boy leaning against the shower wall with one leg on the floor and the other up on the shower bench, spreading his pussy open. Ed gleefully adjusted the shower shot with a pretty big flow and proceeded to roughly hose the boy out. Wes groaned and the deep penetration of water, but then began to push back. Ed pushed into the boy deeper and deeper, fucking him with the water, the boy so loose water flowed out of his wide open hole the entire time. Rex leaned down to Ed’s ear, “Enough pleasure.  Hurt him and remind me whose pussy that is.”  Ed grinned and started pushing hard until Wes started crying out “Too deep Daddy too deep.”  Ed ignore the boy, and pushed the hose until Wesley screamed, his perfect body locked with all his muscles rigid. Ed pushed about two inches further and then began to fuck the boy with the water. The minute the boy relaxed, Ed pushed deeper, doing this over and over until about 19 inches of hose was buried in the boy. Ed went no deeper, and fucked and fucked and Rex kept adding minute amounts of water to the flow. Ed was wild with lust, his cock raging and the new domination or his boy, and he leaned in and whispered, “Who owns that pussy?”  Wes opened his eyes and looked at Ed’s hard expression, “You do, Daaaaaadyeeeee.”  His words lost in a shriek of pain as Ed pushed the hose in another inch in one push and fucked the boy there. 

 

Wes never got used to that depth but Ed fucked him anyway. Letting Wes cry and beg, and when the boy tried to move his hands to resist Rex pinned him against the wall. Ed immediately pushed the hose deeper and Wes began to cry. Ed fucked him relentlessly and the boy submitted. Even after he submitted, Ed pushed another 1/2 inch and fucked deep with the water.  After just a few minutes of Wes in agony,  Ed nodded at Rex and said “Turn it up a little.” Rex began slowly increasing the flow again as Ed fucked him at depth and began to pull out. As the water increased he moved the angles around, pushing and filling the boy, the balance between less depth and more water keeping the boy on the edge of pain. He exited the boy’s hole with the sure shot and turned the water flow almost to full. He washed the boy all over and then said, “Spread your pussy.”  Wes obeyed and Ed speared him with the flowing water as far as he could go, not stopping until he was back at the deepest depth.  Wes was rigid, a silent howl on his face, as Ed pushed the water in a full another inch and brutally fucked. He did this for only a minute, but it was a lifetime of Agony for Wes. Ed then abruptly pulled the hose out and stopped the water. 

 

Wes was panting, his ass in the biggest prolapse of his life, soaking wet, and face red from crying. Ed and Rex were hard as steel, the excitement of seeing the boy take their abuse at one of its highest points. Ed speared the boy’s hole in one thrust and picked up him up in one motion. He turned to Rex, who pushed the boy leg’s up further and double penetrated the boy in one motion. Despite three years of being DP’d by his daddy and other big cocks, and despite hours of stretching around toys and fists, it was still a lot of cock suddenly up his sore hole.  Wes grunted and moaned as the men, lost in their desire to use and dominate the smaller man, jackhammered him for a good half hour before coming. Ed pushed Wes’s weight onto Rex, and moved the boys head to Rex’s shoulder.

 

“Bedroom, fucking, coming down,” Ed said elliptically.  

Rex nodded and walked with the boy in his arms, his big cock still hard, buried in the boys sweet pussy. When Rex reached the bedroom he lay on his back and commanded Wes to ride him. Lost in lust and need Wes rode him with his eyes closed. Rex came back with a couple of beers and a bottle of Gatorade.

 

For the next several hours—it was now Saturday night after they had started on a Friday around 4–the men fucked in all sorts of positions, sometimes together sometimes separately. The fucking was generally slow and both men enjoyed how sensitive the boy’s hole was after hours of abuse,how the slightest shift in direction could make Wes gasp or moan. They fed Wes loads and loads of chempiss, as they drank beer and he drank piss and Gatorade. When he showed signs of edginess, Ed gave him a little GHB and then both men pissed in his hole and fisted him, slowly but making sure to take him deeper than was comfortable, to hurt him slowly and slightly, but Wes never asked then to stop. In fact, he begged to be fisted. Rex slapped him, and said, “Someday I will get you this sore and then I will reuse all of my deep toys plus bigger ones on you while your Daddy Ed enjoys your screams, but not tonight.” Ed was a bit more aggressive, and made the boy take his closed fist nearly to the elbow despite how difficult it was for Wes. Wes moaned, cried, and chanted, “Daddy’s hole, Daddy’s hole.”  

 

Rex whispered in Ed ear, “We can get him high and use him again if that’s what you want. He will do things now you can’t imagine if we get him high enough.”  Ed smiled, and said, “As much as I’d love to, not tonight. We gotta get your car fixed, even if I have to do it because the boy’s gotta sleep.”  But Ed didn’t stop fisting, amazed at the lust that had been opened in his boy. 

 

He used the boy for another 45 minutes, going very slowly but demanding his due from the boys hole. He made sure he got to his elbow again, and slowly fisted him deep, pulling his fist out and gently pushing until it was buried, over and over, each time getting closer to a full clenched punch again. Despite the pain, Wes was ecstatic, Rex feeding him poppers as the boy alternated between cries of pain and groans of pleasure. 

 

Ed explored the boy’s depths gently, and actually got his clenched fist in a little past the elbow, relentlessly but slowly punching him a little deeper, his elbow sliding in millimeter by millimeter. Rex said, “I can’t get him flying and you can fuck him to the shoulder, buddy?  It would be hot.”  But Ed just smiled and said, “Much more fun this way, with him sore and exhausted.”  Rex grinned and leaned into the boys’s ear, “You like deep fisting, boy?” As Ed pushed in just a little deeper, Wes groaned, and in a voice crisscrossed with pain, pleasure, and overwhelming bottom boy’s need to be used, “Oh god yes, sir, I love deep fisting,”

 

Ed loved using Wes’s tender hole. He loved that the slightlish push or change of position could cause a moan or cry. He decided he wanted to play for a few hours more and let Rex take over fisting the boy. They smoked a few bowls and brought the boy a little higher, but not flying. The boy took nothing but clenched fists, and the men delighted in using their big hands to widen the boy’s soft tunnel, getting him comfortable and open and then pushing somewhere new or deeper and making him moan. They never went to hard or too fast, making sure the boy was always confused about whether it hurt or it was pleasure. Wes, for his part, found new depths of depravity in his soul, knowing that he would crave this kind of painful fuck until he died. 

 

In the wee hours of Sunday morning, Ed began to feel the need to hurt the boy a little more. He began pushing and pushing, ever so slowly, at the most tender depths of the boys hole. He asked Rex to give him so more Tina, and he delighted in the way his boys hole fluttered around him. He worked every so slowly but relentlessly, aware of how hot the boy looked, muscles straining, his legs held wide open as his head resting back in Rex’s crotch, sweating like the pig he was. The boy’s hole was stretched obscenely and impossibly wide open, his pink pussy lips, usually pumped and huge, stretched thin and to the limit around Ed’s huge bicep. But the boy’s resistance was gone, Wes’s mind forever altered by the knowledge that he wanted his hole ruined like this. He just moaned and stayed perfectly still, letting his daddy take his hole

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