Day 4

[pervypen]

An unedited draft I found in the old files.

 

1. On this day

 

“Stop, stop,” I stammered, rising up and leaning forward to brace my forearms against the popcorn wall of Terence’s apartment and groaned - against my hyper sensitive skin, even the bumps on the wall felt like a forbidden pleasure.

 

Terence kissed and nipped at my abdomen, “you getting scared?” he murmured, not a single note of judgement in his voice.

 

I swallowed against the hoarse lump in my throat and sucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to build some saliva so I could even simply just speak.

 

Fearing his lost interest if I delayed too long, I simply shook my head no, looking down and locking eyes with him to make sure he saw.

 

He smiled and continued kissing.

 

I finally found my voice, “no… I just, I can’t hold myself there - hovering over your dick like that… thighs weak… fuck… high.”

 

John chuckled, a low rumble that echoed in my belly, “I think that means you should sit on it.”

 

“Mmm,” I moaned as he reached up to tweak one nipple, then the other, then both.

 

“Yesssss,” I hissed as his careful ministrations brought me back to life. I slithered my forearms down against the wall, enjoying the gentle ribbing against my skin. I lowered my body again until once more I felt the head of his cock against my hole.

 

This time rather than trying to squat over him, I folded my legs.

 

He patted my thighs, now relaxed and straight, rather than taut and strained. 

 

“Better?” He whispered as he let his hands explore my backside, grip my cheeks, and once again begin to pry them open. The meth made it so that my mind actually thought it could feel his dick secreting its juices against the exterior of my hole. But I didn’t have too much time to dwell on that because I most certainly did feel it when his wiry fingers worked their way in, pushing his juices deeper into me. 

 

“Fuck yeaaaaa.” 

 

I looked down at him and grinned. 

 

He nodded to my right, “pick up the poppers and do a long hit, both sides.”

 

I couldn’t refuse, despite the massive pounding in my head. I picked up the bottle wearily and looked down at him as I began the first sniff on my right side. 

 

“Inhale…” he murmured, moving one hand up to my chest so he could feel me take in the fumes, while the fingers of his other hand increased the speed or pressure or… fuck… whatever he was doing back there it was driving me crazy with anticipation. 

 

I held the hit - he likes it when I do that - but then I thought I saw the slightest nod so I released the hit, sinking down further against his wriggling fingers as I did so.

 

These poppers were strong and we’d just opened them a short while ago. Immediately the vapors went to work, sweeping away my worries with a wave of warmth and perversion.

 

I must’ve let out some kind of noise because he chuckled. With his one free hand he nudged the bottle to the other nostril. 

 

As I inhaled again, my ass grew alive to the feeling of every twist and turn of his fingers. The way his knuckles bulged and the edges of his fingernails were not perfectly filed down. 

 

I lifted my ass, not to get away, but to add the motion of sliding on his fingers.

 

“Good boy,” he whispered as I exhaled. On instinct, at the bottom of the exhale I breathed in a little bit more vapor - the bottle was still uncapped and right there.

 

Nothing gets by Terence, though.

 

“A good addict always wants more,” he commented slyly, “go ahead do another hit, both nostrils.”

 

I started again, and smiled as the pounding in my head transformed from the throb of discomfort to the rhythm of encouragement, pushing me to go further and sink deeper.

 

Poppers work so quickly. 

 

By the time I was on the second side I felt him inserting all the fingers of one hand and then splaying them steadily inside of me, like a human speculum. His other hand insistently tweaked at my nips, sending pulses of pleasure up to my brain where they infused with the drugs and then raced back down to tell my cock to leak and my ass to open.

 

“Time for something stronger,” Terence said, nodding at the side table, as I finished the second hit.

 

I let out a groan of desire. Always. Always meth after poppers. 

 

He had expertly slid his cock through the opening in his fingers and now I could feel the crown pushing incessantly, desperate to get in.

 

“Make you want it more,” Terence said as I picked up the bong.

 

“I do want it,” I said, the desperation pushing the pitch of my voice higher as I clicked on the torch. That sound immediately sent a mental shiver that only added to my heightened state of arousal.

 

“What do you want?” he teased.

 

I didn’t answer, as I was now 100% fixated on the bong. My poppered up cross eyes watched as the crystal melted and the smoke started to swirl around the bong.

 

I licked my chapped lips as I raised the pipe to my mouth and started to suck.

 

My eyes followed those wisps as they raced from the bulb, through the bong, gurgled through the water, up the pipe and then down my throat.

 

As my thoughts raced, I thought Terence had picked up some preternatural ability to time the flicks of his fingers on my nips with the bubbling of the water. Such pure fucking delirious pleasure, I thought.

 

I continued to fill myself with that most delicious of drugs, my tweaker eyes carefully watching my torso expand while also making sure the wisps weren’t escaping through the bong hole. Terence doesn’t like that, waste of good meth, he had explained.

 

Which is why I had to maintain some level of control while smoking with him. I had to time it just right… to stop the flame quite a bit earlier so that I could cleanly suck away the residual smoke without wastage. 

 

I closed my eyes as I reached the top of my breath, letting the rush wrap around me. 

 

I cried out as precisely in that moment, Terence’s other hand move from my ass to my other nipple, and now his fingers were furiously dancing around my most sensitive erogenous zones. 

 

“You’re…” I said breathlessly, “... in?”

 

“Yes boy, you almost didn’t notice it with that hit, right?” He teased, bucking upward so I could feel the certainty of his dick in my ass.

 

I grunted as, again, I involuntarily raised the bong.

 

Terence laughed, “not like I wasn’t going to give you a hit anyway, but you gotta learn to keep better control.”

 

I already had the torch lit when he said, “2 more hits then, punishment for trying to sneak one without my permission.”

 

“Fuuuck,” I said around the pipe as I heated the bulb and felt his cock push deeper inside of me.

 

“That’s it,” Terence said as I started to inhale again.

 

“Get hungry for that fucking dirty dick,” I heard him say over the bubbling.

 

Yes, I thought as my heartbeat quickened to match the throbbing in my brain.

 

I want this dirty dick.

 

“I know you do, boy,” he said, surprising me. In my altered state, I hadn’t realized I’d said it outloud.

 

Clearly, Terence was aware of that as he smirked at me, “do the second hit now, hurry up junkie.”

 

I whimpered as those words caused my dick to jump. 

 

“Love being your junkie,” I quickly uttered before I stuck the pipe back into my mouth, still coordinated enough to not let any of the precious smoke escape before I could suck it in.

 

“Yeah, let’s get you back into that headspace,” Terence said, pinching my nips each in turn. I grimaced and whined but didn’t dare to stop sucking. I knew he was just teasing me.

 

He started flicking them again and I pushed myself down further on his dick as pleasure flooded my body and filth surged in my mind.

 

“Oh god…” I cried out as I felt his balls at the base of my ass and his fat crown deep in my guts, “it’s too–”

 

“It was always too late,” Terence cut me off, knowing exactly what I was going to say.

 

I looked down at him and in my high I saw his handsome face twisted. The drugs in my system pulled the shadows across his face longer and deeper into devilish proportions.

 

“You knew you were going to sit on this toxic dick the minute you sent me that message,” he said, tugging me down by the nips. I curled my back so he could continue to fuck his disease into me as I laid my forehead against his. 

 

I saw his twisted smile and then closed my eyes, letting the demonic visage sharpen with the fresh drugs in my system.

 

I felt his tongue against my lips and opened, letting our mouths explore each other messily as he continued to whisper to me between wet kisses.

 

“There was…” he said before sucking on my tongue, “... no chance…” he spit and then leaned in to lap at the pool of his filth in my mouth, “... you were going to stay sober…”

 

Fucccck.

 

I was going to put down the bong and lighter, but with those words, I urgently opened my eyes and sought to bring the pipe into the small space between our hearts.

 

He saw what I was doing and laughed, “good tweaker, but there’s not enough space for that to not burn.”

 

I groaned in disappointment.

 

“Now now,” he chastised, “where there’s a tweaker, there’s a way. Use the long nozzle.”

 

Of course, Terence’s home was filled with every kind of apparatus one needed to get a good fix, and he had used most of them already to pump me up over the last few days.

 

I lifted my head slightly to find the long black plastic nozzle. It was about a yard long and at the end of it was yet another bong firmly clamped to the table. As I brought the nozzle to my lips he took the lighter from me with one hand and stretched it out to light the bulb.

 

“Now for this hit, I’m just gonna keep the flame going, you can swap between putting the nozzle in my mouth or yours or whatever, I’ll let you do what you want.”

 

I nodded and furiously began to suck.

 

He raised an eyebrow, “just don’t be too greedy, now.”

 

I nodded and put the nozzle end into his mouth, then blew a cloud of smoke around his face as he sucked. I could even see him breathing some in through his nostrils.

 

The metallic smell engulfed us as he spit the nozzle out and I quickly latched on to his mouth to take the shotgun. 

 

I took as much as I could but I could see the nozzle still streaming out smoke so I snuck the plastic in between our mouths.

 

We lost ourselves in a hazy mix of hits, shotguns, slobber, and verbal filth. 

 

“Put that fucking pipe in my mouth.”

 

And I did, not knowing if those words were even his or mine, the battlecry of a long repressed addict.

 

He latched his mouth to my nose, taking in my hit that way. 

 

“Back and forth.”

 

Again it didn’t matter whose voice it was. We messily clashed through the haze but our tweaker mouths on instinct found their way back to each other. As he finally stopped the flame after what felt to me like half an hour, we used each other’s lungs as balloons, recycling the precious chemical again and again, forcing every single bit to distill in our bodies.

 

Incredibly, and this is precisely when I came to him, Terence’s free hand remained on my nipple the entire time, and now his other hand, no longer busy with the torch, found its way to my chest as well. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ruins me having my nipples played with. The sensations made every fiber of my body scream out for drugs. More drugs. Always drugs.

 

When we finally finished, hardly a wisp of smoke escaped either of our mouths.

 

“Fuck!” I cried out and he moved his mouth to one of my tits and began assaulting it with his tongue.

 

“Yeah you fucking meth addict,” he said between nips and licks, “I know what you fucking want.”

 

“Ugh!” I struggled under his assault, yet my grip was like an iron vice around his head, keeping his tongue and mouth right there. 

 

“Goddamnit,” I pleaded, “that makes me want the nastiest things.”

 

“Uh huh,” he said, speeding up his licks, “tell me, boy.”

 

“Fuck man… never pull out just keep that fucking poz dick in me, and then cum over and over again and over and again,” I said, my words garbling at the end.

 

“And feed you more meth?” he earnestly asked.

 

I nodded furiously, “get me hooked again goddamnit it, don’t let me stop, make me do hits nonstop as long as you’re in me and you’re fucking on my nips like that, god.”

 

“Yeah? Hit that fucking bong again then!”

 

There was no way I could pick up the bong in that state, so I simply popped the plastic nozzle back in my mouth. Now it was my arm stretching out to light the bulb.

 

“Ohhhh fuuuuck,” I whispered as I took in a new hit. The barely subsided waves of pleasure now buoyed up again by a new flood of dopamine in my system. I felt the sharp sensation of my brain frying as I sucked again and again.

 

“Do some continuous hits, until I say,” Terence demanded, then returned to his job of drooling over one nip. He quickly stuck the fingers of his hand into his mouth to get them wet before using them to tease the other nip.

 

With his second free hand, he reached in between us to pull at my dick. 

 

I whimpered as I finally sucked to the top of my lungs and then forcefully exhaled my nose as fast as possible so I could suck from my mouth again, and quickly before anything burned or the smoke was wasted. 

 

I go from stone cold sober to desperate tweaker whore in 2 hits and Terence loved that about me. Continuous hits would push me even further, so would his amazing cadence of nip work. Fast flicks across the tip while I’m sucking to encourage me to do big hits; languid, hard licks and pinches on the exhales so I marinated in the surge of depravity each new hit brought.

 

Inhale.

 

I need to find more dick. I need to be ass up in a dark room. At a sex offender’s haven. In a conservative country without testing.

 

Inhale.

 

I need more meth. Can I put another pipe in my mouth? What if he starts peeing right now? While he slams?

 

Inhale.

 

Fuck… someone please tie me to a meth machine. I need to hotbox something.

 

Inhale.

 

“Shotgun this to me,” Terence demanded.

 

I stopped the flame and brought both hands to his jaw, lifting his face to mine so I could push the meth into him. Feed his inner demon as he’d fed mine.

 

We both whimpered and whined as we pushed each other’s straining lungs to go again and again, each one challenging the other to see who would have to break for fresh air first.

 

Please not that.

 

The door slammed.

 

We broke free and I found myself panting, desperately drawing in oxygen even as my body tried to reject it. My head swam and my vision became speckled as if a sheet of paper next to a fire and showered by embers.

 

I could hear Terence laugh and say hi to someone, but sharp yet muffled ringing in my ears prevented me from making out his words.

 

I felt a hand in my hair that yanked me back.

 

I became keenly aware of Terence’s poz cock pounding away at me as I looked up wearily at the face above me.

 

My vision was fuzzy, my hearing was barely there. But I still could recognize him.

 

“Good boy, Eric, welcome to Day 4,” Emilio said.

[RawSubDad]

Very nice, creative writing. The original author could  certainly turn an erotic phrase to fit the storyline. I hope there's more. 

[foryouruse]

Are the other days in here too? Day 4 was fantastic.

[BreedMeNYC]

15 hours ago, pervypen said:

I need to find more dick. I need to be ass up in a dark room. At a sex offender’s haven. In a conservative country without testing.

 

Inhale.

 

I need more meth. Can I put another pipe in my mouth? What if he starts peeing right now? While he slams?

 

Inhale.

 

Fuck… someone please tie me to a meth machine. I need to hotbox something.

 

Inhale.

 

This is some of the hottest -- and most relatable -- writing I've seen anywhere on breeding zone. (And as a massive slut who loves partying, pozzing, and anything sexually deviant, I have found a LOT of relatable writing on this site! So that's saying a lot! 😛😈)

[SlamBeast]

On 11/9/2025 at 1:32 PM, foryouruse said:

Are the other days in here too? Day 4 was fantastic.

Yeah I had the same question... is there a Day 1, 2 and 3 somewhere?

[SlampaBay]

Or the rest of Day 4?  Then Day 5 and Day 6 and...

Edited November 14, 2025 by SlampaBay

[pervypen]

Does anyone know if I can edit the previous post? Did a re-read of the first part and found some things to change. The re-read got me hot... so wrote some more - also kind of quick and unedited. 

 

2. On the edge

 

When did Emilio grow those horns, I thought hazily. The ringing in my ears pitched higher as the continuous hits caught up to me all at once. 

I felt as is I was going to explode.

They were talking but nothing registered.

I could only hear the wet smacks as Terence's insistent drilling pulled out the loads from the previous days that now puddled at the base of his dick and dribbled down his inner thigh.

"Hey," Emilio said, smacking the side of my face.

If he thought that would clear up the ringing, he was wrong, it possibly only made it worse.

"Shit," he said, frowning at Terence. Or was that an evil grin of encouragement? I couldn't tell. Who was he? Did I care as long as he injected me? With cum? Or meth? Both, please both.

"His pace or yours?" Emilio said, jabbing Terence in the chest. I think he had asked: did you go at his pace or yours. Pace was the only word that I heard. Ace. Puh-ace. Pace. All I can do at this point is try to piece together the conversation.

Terence laughed and took a hand off my nips to grab at the finger and stick it in his mouth.

With the loss of that sensation, I bucked against his cock, whining for its return.

"Mmm," Terence moaned, swirling his tongue around on the finger, which I assumed was dirty. 

In short order he spat out the finger and then pushed it into my mouth. The stench of piss was still strong despite Terence's cleaning. I suckled greedily, whimpering and trying to get Terence's attention with more fervor. Finger back on nip!

"Of course, I went at my pace," he responded with a shrug, grabbing for the hose instead of my nip. Dutifully, I brought my hand to light the flame. Hopefully, if I do a good job, he'll put that finger back... or use his tongue! 

Emilio clicked his tongue, as he dropped a backpack on the floor next to us and began rifling through it.

"You remember that he's relapsing, right? Can't keep up with you just yet," Emilio said, head down and looking for something in the bag. 

Terence didn't respond. He simply nodded at me to kill the flame, then dropped the nozzle and then reached over with his hand to tap at Emilio and then pull him into the shotgun.

As they blew the clouds back and forth, I snuck the nozzle into my mouth to suck up the remnants.

Ever the vigilant hawk, Terence saw me with an eye slit open.

He guffawed, "and yet look at that, the tweaker still wants more."

Emilio opened his eyes to see as well, then leaned in to take my smaller shotgun, too.

"Well, yeah," he said when he broke the kiss, "of course he does, tweakers relapsing are like dogs with food. They don't know when to stop. Eat themselves to death they might. That's why they have masters to look out for them."

"Does he have a master?" Terence lazily replied, letting his free hand flop to the couch instead of my nipple! "It's not either of us, right?"

Emilio brought something out from the bag. I couldn't see it clearly.

"No, but we still gotta treat this pup right, don't we? That's how we train them. Push their limits little by little," he said.

I heard the sound of a spray canister shaking and my attention snapped over to him. Please!

Terence chuckled before moving in and assaulting my other free nip with his tongue again. Heaven! Please, take me there!

Emilio sprayed the Max Impact into a rag now stiff with chems and cum, and pushed it into my open mouth, almost drooling with anticipation.

 

Unlike poppers or meth, where the stimulation is immediate, Max Impact works differently on me. The ringing in my ear grows louder (and with the meth this time, it was a cacophony), and my whole body feels numb and flaccid. I can't speak, and I can barely hold myself up. 

Knowing this, Emilio moved around behind me for support, so that as I went limp, I still stayed upright. His warm hands wrapped around my shoulders and kept me there so Terence could continue his fucking.

What the spray does do for me, is amplify rhythm. The frantic beating of my heart thanks to the stimulants, the pounding in my hole thanks to Terence, and the mental mantra that plays in a staccato rhythm - Drugged up whore. Cum slut. Meth addict. Toxic waste dump.

My head lolled forward and a hand kept me from crashing into Terence.

Terence - I could still feel his expert ministrations on my nips. Tongue and fingers. Adding to the rhythm in my mind.

Meth. Poppers. Max Impact. 

Smoke. Clouds. Shotguns. Train wrecks. Dabs. Nails. Darts. Bumps. Piss. 

Thud... thud... thud...

It was my heart. It was my ass. It was Terence's dick. It was a virus, insistent, demanding. It was Emilio's words of encouragement, softly whispered so that they wouldn't be heard, but would join the chorus in my mind, subconsciously and hypnotically driving home that ultimate truth. That I'd never be sober again.

 

I emerged however long later from the vortex in my mind.

The ringing in my ears was still there, but now it had regressed back to the melody of meth. 

I opened my eyes. Fuck I still couldn't see clearly. I was really fucked up.

 

Terence was sucking on the nozzle busily himself and lazily blowing clouds in my face over and over.

Emilio's hands had replaced Terence's on my nipples. Against my lower back, I felt his hard cock grind slowly up and down, against a wetness that could've been his precum as well as my meth sweat. 

I leaned my head back and rested it against his shoulder.

My mouth opened slightly and Emilio dipped down for a sloppy kiss. I tasted piss and cum. 

We parted and I saw the devil himself smiling down at me.

"How did that feel, boy?" he said.

I grunted, struggling to articulate a response. Hell, it felt like I was struggling to just breathe.

Thud... thud... thud...

Terence continued on like the Energizer bunny.

"Nod your head if that felt good, shake it if that felt even better than you thought it would," Emilio said

I tried to make out a smile and it felt like I didn't even know which muscle to pull at.

Something must've formed on my face because Terence laughed.

"See?" He said confidently, still blowing clouds, "we're doing a good job."

 

"I think so, too," Emilio murmured as he kissed across my jaw, to my ear where he nipped and dipped his tongue fully inside, the dull ringing replaced by the hollow swishing.

"So, does that mean you're ready for something else in that hole?" He said, grinding more intentionally against my back.

I shuddered, then gathered all my strength to shake my head visibly and emphatically.

It had been days of fucking and my ass was way too sore for double penetration. Coming to Terence's was always a mistake. But one I always made. I suppose you could call that a habit. A junkie's habit.

Emilio gently pushed me forward and rubbed his cock further down the small of my back. I felt the head of his dick pulsating against where Terence was still steadily pounding away.

In my spun out state I imagined it merging with Terence's, becoming one giant cock that penetrated to the core of my being to deposit that dark seed. But I couldn't, it would rip me open.

Already, Terence was getting me sore again. 

I shook my head again. This time I licked my lips as well and tried to speak up for myself.

"Sore," I managed to croak out after what felt like several minutes.

In that moment, Terence responded by brushing aside one of Emilio's hands to latch his mouth on my nipple. His tongue expertly working my most sensitive part.

I groaned. Fuck Terence.

I heard an approving rumble from the beast behind me.

"Are you sure?"

Scared that any words would betray me, I simply moaned. 

"Tell you what," Emilio said, "I'm going to put something up there, but I'll give you a choice. It doesn't have to be my dick, but if it's not, well, I have a whole bag of tricks with me."

The backpack. I'd forgotten. That's what he'd gone out to get. Terence isn't big on sex toys, but Emilio's collection could rival that of any sex shop. 

I licked my lips again and forced the sentence to come out the way my mind wanted, rather than the way my nipples wanted, "it might be even bigger than a dick, hurt too much."

"Smart boy," Emilio said, "what if I promise it will be smaller than my dick?"

I couldn't think straight. I didn't want to answer. I just wanted Terence to cum so that I could take a break.

Terence isn't a fuck all night (or, in this case, all day) type of guy. I could hold out just for a bit longer. Then maybe I'd go home.

I just moaned and tried to shake my head again.

"But you have to choose," Emilio said, "it's one or the other, there's no refusal."

I remained silent. The quiet punctured the air.

"Or... I could choose for you," he whispered darkly into my ear.

Terence's tongue flicked faster.

I almost said Yes, but ultimately, managed to utter a "Fuck" instead.

"Something... something smaller," I whispered my response.

"Good boy," Emilio said, patting the top of my head.

"Terence, babe, pull out just a bit would you mind? Let me get some leverage."

Terence pulled me against him and helped me straighten my weak thighs so I could come off his dick. Damn, that required him to stop licking that nip. 

Emilio, at my back side, expertly supported my ass with one hand, while pressing against my thigh with the other to ensure I didn't fully come off.

The stillness, after the pounding, suddenly felt foreign when I longed for familiarity.

I heard wet sounds.

"Mmm," Emilio murmured, "this cum inside you tastes so good." 

Terence asked, "does it still taste like piss, too?"

"Very faintly," Emilio said, "I think that was all sucked out quite cleanly."

Terence laughed, rubbing my head in praise.

In short order I felt something firm and slightly cold meet Terence's frenulum against my hole. 

Emilio began pushing on it gently as Terence held still.

I winced a little as my ass opened further to accommodate, but luckily it wasn't the largest thing, whatever it was.

I felt the dick begin to slide back into me soon enough. Whether it was Terence pushing or Emilio guiding him in, I didn't know. It only felt like Terence's dick added a little to its circumference, like a dick sleeve, albeit an oblong one. 

Once again I felt the base of Terence's dick as he guided me back to an upright position. Emilio's hands were rubbing my thighs, guiding them to fold back down on either side of Terence's legs. The position was fine for now but I'd have to change soon, my knees were feeling the strain.

Terence looked up at Emilio, "well that was easy."

I huffed mentally, easy for you to say.

Emilio nodded, then picked up the bubbler on the side table.

"Yeah, it was just a devil's dick that I had been defrosting on the way over," he said before taking an inhale.

Terence grinned, "dirty loads?"

I moaned, fuck yes.

Emilio bent down to shotgun him.

I watched them swap the clouds back and forth with a mixture of relief and envy. A weird sensation.

They parted and Terence blew the remaining wisps into my face. I tried to not inhale.

"Nah," Emilio said, flicking on the lighter again, "do you know how hard it is these days to collect that?"

Terence nodded, it was true.

Terence started playing with my nips again, almost absentmindedly, as Emilio inhaled.

Once his lungs were full, I could see this time he was aiming for me. I closed my lips thinly, indicating that I'd had enough. 

Emilio shook his head and pinched my nose shut with one hand. Damn it. 

I opened my mouth and he pushed the cloud into me quickly, then unlatched before I had a chance to blow it back. Instead, he moved his hand to cover my entire mouth, stopping me from blowing out.

"Nothing special about that cum other than the fact that it's got a massive booty bump mixed in." 

My eyes widened as my heart jumped, but whether from the cloud or the news, I couldn't tell.

I shook my head emphatically but Emilio kept his hand in place, forcing me to absorb more.

"Ngh!" a high pitched groan emerged.

Terence gently pinched my nipple at that and I yelped.

"That's no way to thank someone," he said, chiding me, even as he licked his fingers and began to gently work the nip again. 

To Emilio he asked, "how much?"

"Let's just say that I don't check, but I like my bumps to feel like slams."

I shuddered in fear.

"Weren't you just saying to take it easy?" Terence said with a grin.

"Sure, but it was too late, you already got him all fucked up."

"Hell yeah," Terence said as Emilio took his hand away and I finally breathed out forcefully, dismayed to see only small wisps emerge.

I looked up at him, the shock forcing sober words clearly from my throat "we'd been smoking non-stop for a long time already! Already so sore!"

"And this is the medicine you need," Emilio said nodding his head.

"Fuck!" I said, this time with actual anger.

I began unfolding my legs, but within seconds, Terence had pushed down to pin me while Emilio pinned my arms in a bear hug and further weighed me down from the back.

"Just let it happen," he whispered, "breath into it."

Obviously, I had no choice, but if my jagged, erratic attempts to breathe into it were any indication, this bump was going to be a wild ride. 

"Do you want another cloud?" Terence said gleefully.

"Fuck you," I said.

He nodded, "maybe later. For now," he said as he stopped pumping, "damn I can feel the wet of that melting cum!"

So could I. And it wasn't a shard, I realized as a wave hit me. It was all melted into the cum already, for a much faster activation.

I was nowhere near a baseline from the hits I'd shared with Terence, and now...

Now it was entirely too much.

Bumps hit me different than clouds.

I felt the warmth radiating from my core as if the deepest innards of my asshole were screaming to be filled. 

As the warmth reached my head I felt the pleasure pound like waves against the remaining defenses of my mind.

I groaned deeply.

Someone was on my nips again. Someone pushed me forward. The wall dug into my forehead but this pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that was rising.

"That's right, boy," someone said, "feel that. Meth and pleasure. Nips and pleasure. Cock and pleasure. Poz pleasure. All of it, combined."

 

I got lost in the sea of my dirtiest thoughts. But the images this time came so fast and splintered I couldn't even describe them. I just know they were nasty. They were red, and brown, and black, and white. They were faces, and cocks, and asses and cum.

They were the devil, they were demons and demonic. They were numbers and letters.

They were wild and wilder and wildest until they were nothingness.

They were me in an orgy with myself and I.

They were me clinging to the walls of the church of meth built out of nothing but shards and licking frantically like a deer in summer. 

The sound of bubblers echoed within the hallows of this sanctum. Somewhere out there my priests were smoking. In here, I was drowning.

The waves battered me and my body splintered against sharp rock and jagged coral. 

No! They were not of the sea. They were shards. From another planet. Filling me with more of the toxic chemical.

Blessed sweetness. Bitter poison.

I want it all.

 

"Shit!" I bellowed.

I heard both of them laughing.

No, you idiots! I see it, the bigger wave, it's coming.

"Use your words," Emilio said.

"He probably can't talk, it's been a good hour, so I imagine it's all really hitting him," Terence murmured.

I needed to time it right, but I couldn't explain it.

"Fuck me," I said breathlessly, blinking the sweat drops away so I could try and focus my crossed-eyes at Emilio.

"Yes, boy, that was the idea."

I noticed he still had a light grip on me, as if ready to keep me from jumping off at any moment. But why jump off? I would never do that when what I wanted was more. 

And quickly, quickly, hurry it up now!

As if through a psychic connection, Emilio wasted no time. 

Within moments I felt the urgent pushing of his dick into me. 

"Want help?" Terence asked as I hissed, waving the brown bottle in front of me.

Wordlessly I took it from him, threw the cap off and began to huff diligently.

Terence only chuckled and latched onto my nip immediately to encourage the addiction.

Each huff brought a multi-dimensional color to the big kahuna wave I saw in my mind's eye rolling toward me.

I couldn't stop.

"Just hold the bottle there," I heard a voice say.

I complied.

The wave morphed, larger and larger as I felt my ass opening wider and wider. 

I don't know for how long. At some point there were no longer poppers in my hand and Emilio was fervently pounding away at me.

Each burst of pain I felt, but somehow also only served to bring the wave closer.

More!

Did I say it? Somehow I got another cloud.

The pounding in my ass. The METH in my ass. The DRUGS in my system.

I am your junkie! I screamed at the wave.

More!

Did I get another cloud? I felt momentarily frustrated, now they weren't even doing anything in the face of that wave. 

More!

Emilio growling. Terence's tongue lapping. Fingers on my cock. Fingers on my balls.

More!

I felt poppers but I wasn't holding anything?

More!

Meth, always meth after poppers.

But I'm already full of meth?

I already am meth?

More! 

The wave crashed. My ass ripped. The roar of an entire church meld with the big bang of a universe.

 

Edited 11 hours ago by pervypen

[dazzasboy]

Absolutely stunning content thank you!

[MethPerv]

Love the story! 

11 hours ago, pervypen said:

More!

Meth, always meth after poppers.

But I'm already full of meth?

I already am meth?

Love the story! Keep it going...