Spit

Spit By Mudcub stories@mudcub.com

This was a scene I really wanted. I had been looking forward to it for some time. And now the moment was at hand. Even though it may look non-consensual, it's exactly what I dreamed about. And what I deserved.

There's a 55 gallon drum lying on its side, though it's been heavily modified. It's covered in padded leather and cut down a bit so it's only three feet tall. It's the right size so when I'm lying down on top of it, my head sticks out one side and my ass on the other. There's a wooden frame holding in in place, with a bunch of eyehooks and bolts and restraints connected to the whole thing.

I'm wearing a leather straightjacket. My arms are stretched down below the barrel and secured together so that I'm hugging it. I'm very comfortable lying down on my stomach, although my head is bent forward quite a bit. I'm wearing a leather hood that is attached to a collar and locked to the straightjacket. So basically I'm covered in leather from the top of my head down to my crotch.

However, the hood has the chin cut out. So, I can move my mouth as much as I want. I just can't see anything. There are two nose holes, so I can still smell the room around me. It smells like motor oil and sweat, like a dirty garage after the customers have gone away. I don't know how the hood is connected to the barrel - a leather strap maybe, but I can't turn my head left or right at all. I can wriggle a little bit, but not much, since additional leather straps are holding me in place. There are about five of them going over my back and around the drum, one around my lower back, one at my shoulders, two around my armpits pulling me tight to the contraption, and two more straps I think holding my arms to the barrel so I can't slide them up or down.

It's clear I'm not going anywhere for quite a while. I'm naked below the waist, but I'm wearing calf-high leather police boots. These too are secured to the barrel. My knees are pulled up so it feels like I am riding a horse and my feet are in stirrups. Or maybe like I'm riding one of those imported "crotch rocket" motorcycles where you basically lay on your stomach to ride the things. But the effect is to pull my ass up in the air and over the edge of the barrel, exposing my asshole fully to whoever might be standing behind me.

I struggle against the bondage for a while. I try to pull with all my strength against the leather straps holding me in place, but they aren't budging. Maybe I can move a half inch in any direction, but that's mostly slipping around inside the leather bondage against the sweat building up inside the straightjacket. I'm a bit nervous, and I can feel my asshole puckering.

The straitjacket has two holes cut out for the nipples, so I can feel the padded leather surface of the barrel against my skin. My nipples are hard, and I am trying to slide a bit to rub them back and forth. My dick is already hard, and it's poking down against the leather end of the barrel, pulled tight with leather straps that are separating my balls, making them purple and aching. I must be precumming, because when I slide forward a bit, I keep feeling the top of my dick head slide against a patch of wetness against the leather of the barrel. Not enough to make me cum - no, not by a long shot - but more than enough to keep me hard.

I hear the guys come in right then. They don't say anything, and I know better than to make any noise. I hear the sound of a heavy gear bag dropping on the concrete floor. And then some rustling of clothing, as if they are both changing into full leather gear themselves. This takes quite a few minutes. One man comes over, and I shudder as I feel his leather gloved hand touch my thigh, running a slow path as he places a palm on my right ass cheek.

I can't see anything, so this all feels like a dream. It's hard to keep track of who is doing what. One man is checking the leather straps, occasionally slapping my ass to see if I can move. And if I do, he pulls the leather belts a notch tighter until I can barely breathe. The other man is examining me all over. He runs his hand over my chin since it is exposed out the hole in the hood. I open my mouth, and he slips his gloved thumb inside my mouth, and I taste salty leather. He puts two fingers in my mouth, and then a third, rubbing his fingers all over my gums and cheeks. I am slobbering all over his fist with delirium. He pinches my tongue with two fingers - hard - and tries to pull it out of my mouth to see how far my tongue will stretch.

I hear him spit into his palm, and rubs his saliva all over my hood and face. I am slobbering now, trying to lick his hand whenever it gets near my mouth. I know I'm drooling all over the floor, but I don't care. The guy is now trying to fit his whole hand in my mouth, and I feel pain as my cheeks expand and my lips are pulled. But I am proud I can get four knuckles in... everything but that last thumb part. The guy laughs as he sees my eagerness.

I was concentrating so much on licking the man's glove that I almost didn't notice another gloved hand tickling at my anus. He's teasing me... being really mean as he gently (oh so gently!) rubs the outer part of my hole, giving it a gentle flick with his finger. My asshole opens up appreciatively, and suddenly I have this hunger to be fucked. And I mean RIGHT NOW! I am so horny and turned on by these two men that I can barely stand it.

The two guys are still touching me sometimes, but I hear another noise, as if they are kissing right on top of me. I can feel the weight of one of them on my back, as if they are groping each other. I still have a finger probing my asshole, and now it is going knuckle-deep, about an inch before pulling out. The guys continue to kiss, and I am being finger-fucked deeper and deeper, until a whole finger is sliding quickly in and out ot my ass. Then two fingers, opening me up. Twirling around and sometimes hitting my prostate and causing me to leak a huge stream of precum down the end of the barrel and onto the floor.

The guy at my face goes first. He must have been so excited he had to stop kissing the other guy, because with one motion, he steps around to the front of the barrel and within a second I feel a hard dick go down my throat. No preamble, no warmup. The guy was hard as a rock, and needed to shove his dick into me immediately. I saw stars as the length of his dick easily reaches the back of my throat. But there is no time to get used to the sensation because he is pounding away in a furious rhythm.

If I was free, I would pull away. Or at least turn my head, retching. I want to puke, I want the sensation to stop, anything. But there is no mercy. My head is being fucked roughly, the dick being pulled out and shoved as far is it can go with each thrust. I feel two gloved hands on either side of my head, pulling me into him, or pulling him into me. I try to relax my throat and concentrate on not throwing up, but it's hard.

I suddenly feel a cold liquid on my asshole, and that distracts me. The guy behind me has squirted some kind of lube in my asscrack high above my pucker, and the gooey stuff is slowly tracing its way down my cheeks. When the coolness hits my sphincter, the feeling is electric, and my eyes roll back in my head. Still the hard pounding in my throat - phlegm and mucus slobbering all around the guy's dick and it's coming out my nose from the pressure. But now the feeling is combined with a greasy gloved finger going up my hole, pinching it, pulling it apart to make room for what is coming next.

I feel the warmth of a leather crotch move forward to touch the back of my thighs, and then I feel the wet head of a hard dick against my asshole. And then with one thrust, the moment is there... right there and then. I feel a large cock slide up my rectum right as the second dick is plunging down my throat, and I think yeah. I could die right now. Die and be completely happy.

But there is a lot to come. These guys are horny and they want to get off. But both of them have a lot of staying power. The dick in my mouth takes more concentration, and I make sure to keep my jaw open and my teeth out of the way every time that monster slides over my tongue and back, making me gag. There is so much drool and snot coming out of my nose that the beast in my ass seems like a distant feeling - like it is a hundred miles away. But pleasant... a rhythmic sawing back and forth that makes my dick pulse with every thrust.

The guys get into a routine. When the guy in my ass slams forward, I move as much as I can on the barrel, slamming my face into the next guy's crotch. This momentum causes his dick to go way farther than I ever thought it could. Past my tonsils, past my uvula, almost to my voicebox. As I try to pull away and get some breath, I am pulled back onto the first guy's crotch again - a hard pain almost like a spanking - and the pattern is repeated.

I think the ass guy is holding onto some strap going across my back, because I feel like I'm being ridden like a horse. He must be getting excited, because if anything his dick is getting bigger and bigger, swelling inside my chute and filling it completely, stretching the hole. He is getting forceful with his fucking, and I wonder if the barrel is going to come apart from the frame and leave me falling on the floor.

But then the two guys aren't ready to cum yet, but the pace slows down. I think they are kissing each other again, because I feel a pressure on my lower back. The ass guy leaning over me to suck the other guy's face. They are making out while their dicks continue to invade me, sawing me back and forth under them. But the ass guy doesn't forget me. He breaks off the kiss, and reaches between the straight jacket and the barrel to grab my nipples, standing out begging to be pinched.

Suddenly, I feel the dick in my mouth pull out and stay out. I am breathless and panting. Something in my mind misses it, and I stick my tongue out licking at the air. But that guy must have walked across the room to go get something, because he leaves me alone for the ass fucking.

The ass guy knows what he is doing. He pulls on my tits, but still has enough leverage to rams me full force with every stroke. My mouth is wide open and all I see is blackness. The guy lays almost on top of me, dropping his head so he can whisper dirty talk next to the hood.

"Oh yeah boy... yer our little piggy now. Right boy? You are gettin' fucked at both ends. Just like you like it. Yeah, I know. You're just a little whore who takes all the dicks he can get. Right?"

His dick trusting into me in time with the filthy things he's saying. He's pulling back on me to ram his dick as deep as it can go, and then pushing me forward to pull his long dick almost fully out on the back stroke.

"Yeah, we're gonna piss in yer mouth and make you drink it. Whole loads full. And we got gallons of the stuff saved up. Rancid piss, cold 'cause it's been sitting out. Or maybe fresh from the tap. Piss dripping down yer chin and up yer nose. Gonna make you stink like an old urinal at the bus station."

With the dick out of my mouth, I can only feel that huge cock pulverizing my ass. And my mouth is open, cum and spit smeared all over my beard as I join in the talk: "Oh yes, Sir, fuck me, yes I'll be your whore, just a fuck-hole waiting to be filled. Oh yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Yeah, yer gonna be our ash tray. Yer gonna learn to lick cigar butts and dirty boot treads. We're just gonna keep you there tied up. Tons of guys are gonna come in and fuck you. They're gonna shoot loads up yer hole... don't worry, they're all clean. But soon yer ass is gonna be all stretched out and leaking man cum, oozing down yer thighs before we make you lick it up off the floor."

I am brought out of this reverie by a hand on my chin again, opening up my mouth. The guy fucking my ass stands up and stops laying on top of me, to make room for the mouth fucker, back from his break.

The mouth guy is semi-soft now, and I know it's my job to get him hard again. Since he's not thrusting into my mouth, I have time to lick and suck and work my cocksucking magic. I bury my face into his crotch as far as it can go. I feel his public hair tickling my nose, and I smell that incredible male scent... piss and cum and sweaty balls. I didn't notice it before because I was so shocked. But this guy smells GOOD, like a hard-workin' man, a stinking crotch that gets my dick even harder rubbing against the barrel.

I love this feeling. A cock slowly filling up with blood. Feeling it get bigger and bigger inside your mouth, and wondering (fearing?) how big it will get before it stops. I must be doing a good job, because the guy starts up again, moving his dick slowly back and forth against my tongue. Not pounding me so hard any more, just going in sync with the slow in-and-out I am feeling in my ass. "Long dicking". And I sigh as I feel the incredible motion, almost like I am flying. I sense the heat of the men against me, the sound of leather slapping against leather, and the smell of motor oil and sweat and precum in the room.

Then I suddenly smell something else, and I know what the guy went across the room to get. I feel a wet rag pressed against the nose holes of the hood, right above where the dick is sliding in and out. And i know that scent anywhere - poppers.

I don't know about you, but poppers really hit me hard. It's a weird sensation, like being forced to relax. I'm a little scared of them when I'm in bondage... there's a fear that I'd sink lower and lower into a hole and never come out. It feels like dying. But in another way, it feels like being reborn. There's this weird floating out-of-body experience. Even though Iam already wearing a blindfold, everything goes MORE black, if that is possible. I feel the guys thumping away at my mouth and asshole, but it's like a mystical experience. Instead of them pounding into me, it's like both of them are inside, trying to get out. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense, but that's what it feel like.

It's like we are all one big sweating heaving monster. The guys have their dicks so far into me, that they become part of me. For a second, I feel what they are feeling. Like I'm standing next to the barrel fucking myself. Like I have three dicks and they are all being stimulated at once. I fall into the rhythm of the motion, and completely relax like a limp doll. My throat and ass open up, letting them inside even further. I close my eyes underneath the hood and drift away.

I can't tell you how good the sensation feels. By now, we've been fucking for twenty minutes, but it feels like hours. I am inhuman, like a fuck-tube. Just a mouth and an asshole... all other parts are tied up and put away. I couldn't move right now even if I was not in bondage. I am melting into the barrel, only the multitude of leather straps holding me on. When the guys thrust into my, my body just melts away without resisting. The poppers are pressed into my nose a lot longer than I want, a lot longer than I'm used to, and I think I pass out for a while. The world gets silent, and all I feel are two cocks penetrating me over and over.

When I wake up, I'm still getting fucked. I have a feeling that the guys never even knew that I was away. And if they knew, I doubt they would have cared. To them, I am just a pair of warm wet holes. I've never felt so gooey... they must have added more lube because my face is absolutely drenched with sweat and cum and other things, and my ass is a swampy mess. I bet the floor is wet underneath my captors' leather boots.

I must have been TOO relaxed, because the next thing I smell is shit. Human shit. Mine. I was told NOT to clean out before this scene, and now I know why. There must have been something inside of me, and with the hard pounding of that huge dick, it brought it down the chute and around the top's pistoning. It's a weird smell, shit, and it almost overpowers the smell of sweat and man-funk that's in the air already.

The ass fucker must be into raunch, because I hear him groan a loud, "Oh yeah!" when he smells it too. It changes the whole environment of the scene like a bomb just went off. His thrusting starts to get faster and faster, almost as if his goal now is to fuck the shit OUT of me, instead of in. The sensation on my asshole changes completely, too. Instead of the feeling of slick lube on my asshole, I feel the warm stinking clay of my insides. It grabs onto the top's dick, causing a rougher ride. It's almost painful, and my ass - which was once opened up and relaxed - is now clamped tight on his dick, trying not to let any more shit out. But that's not gonna happen. With every stroke backwards, more of my mud pulls out, smeared on the top's groin and leather pants, and it really starts stinking up the room.

The pattern of the fucking changes, too. When before the guys were pulling out of me one-at-a-time, alternating by shoving my body between them, now they are out of sync. Every two seconds, they both slam into my bound body, sandwiching my face and butt between them as they come together. Both excited by the new smell of scat in the air, they are both fucking fiercely. I thought maybe they would meet in the middle - both of their dicks bursting through my insides to touch heads somewhere near my stomach.

But that is not to be. The ass-fucker, panting, pulls out of my ass. And with it, a flood of soft shit comes pouring out of me. With his dick removed from my asshole, I can't close my sphincter, and everything I have inside me comes pouring out onto my calves and onto the floor. But the guy doesn't mind. The other guy is still fucking my face. Soon he pulls out, too, and all three of us are standing there, panting, trying to catch out breath, the odor of sweat and shit heavy in the air.

I hear the guys talking quietly, so quiet I can't make out the words through the hood. I feel their hands on me, then go away. Maybe they are drinking water or beer to refresh themselves. But no break for me. The stink of my shit gets stronger in the air, and I lay there with a bit of apprehension.

I feel the men return to stand in position again - one in front and one in back. Close enough that I can feel their leather pants against my chin and thighs. Then I feel the guy in front cradle my hairy jaw in his gloved fist. "Open up, boy," and I get myself ready for another round of face and ass fucking. But they had changed positions. That was the stronger odor I smelled. And as a fresh dick in back enters my sore and shit-smeared hole, the fouled cock that was in my ass is plunged hard into my mouth.

There is no time to suck any of my shit off. No time to notice what I taste like, as the hard dick starts to pummel my throat. It's longer than the one before. At the extreme stroke inward, the head of his dick goes further down the back of my throat in a straight line to my stomach. Then the bitter taste of my own shit fills my senses. It's a weird flavor, rank and powerful. A hundred times worse since I know where it came from. The new sensation of the longer dick combined with the knowledge I am having my own crap force-fucked down my throat is too much, and I start puking.

I didn't have anything in my stomach. That was another order I was given before the scene began. No food for 24 hours, just water. But there is still a lot of mucus in my throat, and my eyes are crying as my stomach is trying to heave again and again. There is goo everywhere, but the top doesn't stop fucking my head. If anything, the sensation of my throat muscles trying to heave around his long pecker makes him really excited. "Oh yeah!" he moans, fucking me harder and harder through a series of contractions.

The guy who was fucking my face earlier is a big boy. Way bigger than the guy with the long dick. It's a fat prick, and if I remember how much it stretched my cheeks and lips, you can imagine the number it's doing on my ass. It's a good thing I am distracted by puking, trying not to lose my lunch, that I don't notice it when the fat dick goes into my shitty asshole - no lube. Or I would have screamed out.

My ass is so abused right now that it just opens up. The clay-like shit turns into a watery paste. This guy is a slower fucker, too. His huge dick just plows right on in again and again. I can hear the squelching sound from my ass as the gigantic tool stirs up the mess that's back there. Nobody is making a sound except for the wet sucking sound of shitfucking.

I manage to suck most of the thick crap from the guy's dick, mostly by friction. There is shit up inside my gums, underneath my tongue. Everywhere. For the face-fucker, my mouth must be like sinking his dick into a hole full of shit. But he doesn't mind. The guy in front is friskier than the other guy. While he was fucking me before, his gloved hands wandering all over my body, tweaking my nipples. Now he is doing the same thing with my face.

I feel him rub shit-covered hands all over my hooded head, making it slick. He plays with the exposed part of my face, which must be completed covered in shit now. He likes to put his hand next to my mouth so he can feel his shitty dick go into my again and again. He take clumps of shit and stuffs them in me, pulling his dick out long enough to hand-feed me another mouthful, and then ram it home with his dick. But he doesn't stop the fucking.

Every time he plunges all the way in, my nose is buried into his public hair. I can feel the zipper on his leather pants against my lips sometimes. But his bush is caked with my shit, and my face touches the now-cold clay with every stroke.

They say you can get used to any smell. And I guess they're right. Because after a while, the shit smell didn't bother me so much. Instead, I noticed another odor - the smoke from a cigar. The guy in back with the huge dick was smoking while fucking me. He pace got slower, as if he was drawing it out and really enjoying himself. "Get the rag," the guy in back sez, and the face-fucker pulls out for a minute, giving me a minute to try to catch my breath. I'm coughing up brown spit onto the floor when he comes back.

This again. The poppers are soaked even more now, and they hit me like a ton of bricks. Like last time, I can't tell you where I go, but it's to a place off shit and mansex and big dicks. I fantasize that I'm trapped in a huge tub filled with piss and cum and shit, and I'm helpless, tied to the bottom of the tank as the level of crap gets higher and higher. I'm gulping huge mouthfuls of waste down my gullet trying to get some air which never comes.

Or maybe I'm in a giant metal machine that uses shit as lubrication instead of grease. The cock in my mouth is a giant ramrod shoving gallons of feces into my stomach. It's a robot, and it will never stop, filling me full from both ends until I explode. And then it will continue to fuck me even after I do.

It feels like it takes longer for me to wake up from the poppers, because I don't think I want to come to. I try to stay in that half-dreaming state of cigars and filth and cum shooting into all my available holes. But the guys are getting tired, and my dick is completely soft - as if it had precum so much that it had deflated, and now lay dangling down between my legs.

"Switch," the back guy says, and again I am treated to the sensation of a mouthful of shit delivered to me directly form a dick. This is the combination I like better. The guy with the shorter dick doesn't make me puke as much. But instead of a dick in my ass, I feel something different. That guy in back is always more creative, and now I'm feeling him stretch my hole with one finger, and then two and then three.

Fuck! Fisting was never negotiated. But tied down as I am, and gagged on a shitty dick, I don't have any say in the matter. Plus, my hole is so loose from the fucking that I take four fingers right away. He's swirling them around like a washing machine, pulling at my hole and massaging it to get it to relax. But it still hurts - the times when the fister slides that last knuckle in stretches me to the max, and I start to holler around the muffled sound of the dick in my throat. I twitch and sweat until he backs off. But then he gets closer and closer again and again.

"Feed 'im more poppers," the guy in back says. And that's what it takes to get the whole fist in. With a mind-rushing suck, I feel my ass pull his fist into my rectum, opening it wider than it had ever done. I realize I have been holding my breath for minutes. And when I feel the poppers hit my head, all the air goes out of me, and the top's hand fill any empty space I have inside my body.

The fister is moving his hand around me, turning it back and forth, and every time his knuckles graze my prostate it feels like I am cumming. This is like no other feeling I have had before. A shitty dick my mouth, my ass containing a fist, and the intense stink of crap and cigars and body odor. The top pulls out, and before my hole can shut closed, the fist is inside me again. He does this trick to teach my hole to stay open. One hand, and then two. At least four fingers from both hands, pistoning in and out of me alternating.

I give up, and my body relaxes. But I guess I had more shit in me, because another heap courses out my rectum and around the fist in my ass. The top is scooping it up as fast as it's flooding out of my ass, and smearing it all over my thighs, and my leathers, and my boots, and my back. If the room stank before, it really does now.

"Switch," the face-fucker says one more time, and I am left in a puddle tied to the barrel. I really want this to stop. Someone once said that bondage isn't fun until you want to get out. Well, I had hit that stage fifteen minutes ago. By now, we're on the second hour of fucking, and I am full and sore and feel a little sick. But I didn't know what was to come.

I hear voices, muffled through the hood. "Make 'im puke agin." There is more mumbling. "Trust me, it feels really good around yer dick when his ass muscles clench down as he's pukin'." That's the plan. That's what we're going to do. I feel the sadistic top's hands on my face - the guy who was fisting me. I guess he had scooped up all the shit he had stirred up while fisting me, and has a bucket full of the stuff. As soon as I start to complain, a leather gloved hand full of shit covers my mouth.

My nose is running. But I start eating. I gobble up the shit like a dog. I am howling as the guy behind me starts fucking me with that big thick dick of his. Even after the fisting, it still feels large. I am completely broken, and start babbling. It takes me a while, but I finish eating all the shit in the bucket. "Good boy," I hear from underneath the hood as the top stands up to face fuck me some more.

I burp up some shit, and my breath smells awful. I am gulping and trying to swallow. But that long dick touches my lips, and I open my mouth to accept it. Willingly this time. If I had forgotten how long that shaft was, his first plunge reminds me. I am feeling very queasy, the huge handfuls of shit sitting uneasily in my stomach.

But then a funny thing happens. I start to get hard again. And the guy fucking me does a reach-around. There's so much goop I am laying in, my dick is slick as snot. And the fucker's hand is pulsing up and down my shaft. I get rock hard in an instant, and start to feel the familiar stirrings of an orgasm coming on.

This is my favorite thing in the world, and I turn into an animal. My dick and ass are being played with, I have a big dick to suck on, and I'm completely immobile in heavy bondage. Who could ask for anything more? The human part of my brain goes away, and I am hungry for an orgasm. I would do anything to cum at that moment. I would have chewed my own arm off. Instead, I was helpless - praying that the gloved hand going up and down my shaft would not stop. I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming, almost there, almost there...

And then I feel sick. The shit wasn't going to stay in my belly. And the long dick was just stirring things up. I am racing toward that orgasm, my body completely rigid under the straitjacket. I would have been levitating four feet of the ground if I wasn't tied down. Every muscles straining as I start to feel the handfuls of warm shit in my stomach start to back up, reversing and going back up my throat. Both guys are reaming me as fast and as hard as they are able, and we are working together, getting close to a climax, all three of us, sweat streaming down stinking armpits and leather boots slipping in pools of filth and hairy fists grabbing handfuls of leather and grunting noises coming out in moans and groans.

I explode. That's the only word I can think of. I piss myself, shit myself, puke, and have an orgasm all at the same time. I bet I would have burped and sneezed too if there was room in my throat, but there wasn't. Instead, I think shit shot out my ears. Every orifice in my body contracts tightly, and I have the most intense orgasm of my life. It was like electricity went up and down the length of my body several times. My ass muscles grabbed and throbbed from the puking I was doing, while they also contracted and pulsed from the orgasm.

That combination of sensations against his dick made the ass-fucker cum. He thrust one last time in as far as he could, and he put his hands on the small of my back to keep his balance. He jerked his head back and forth as ropes of jism shot out his dick and into my ass. He yells a constant, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as he rams his groin again and again against me me to get the last drops of his seed up there as far as he can.

Watching me and the assfucker cum is too much for the front guy. I'm sure he felt the rushing tide of shitpuke against his dick before he smelled it. A stomachful of blended shit came forcefully up from my throat and around his dick. The warm brown chunks stream around my lips and burst onto the front of his leather pants. He was hollering "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!" as he held my hooded cranium between his hands and shot several mouthfuls of cum into my mouth. The cum and shit mixed into a hot soup in my head, and I could feel it burning as it went up my nose.

It was chaos. I was trying to scream, but my mouth was full of shit and cum and big dick. My orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, shooting a stream of cum onto the floor beneath me, all over the barrel, and onto the top's boots. My asshole was still spasming, and I had the dry heaves. I think it took about three minutes for everyone to stop sperming and to settle down and catch their breath.

Both tops pulled out. My ass was still gaping open, and cum and shit was oozing out in a trickle that I couldn't control. And my jaws ached and my throat burned as I spat the chunks of puke out of my mouth, coughing. One of the tops said, "Whew!" The other said, "Wasn't that somethin'?"

My body was shaking. My dick was still twitching, and my asshole felt like one of their dicks was still pounding away at it. Maybe it was muscle memory. I was sniffling and coughing and swallowing anything left in my mouth. My nipples were sore and every muscle in my body ached.

But then I hear someone say, "Oh no, we ain't done yet, boy! We got a whole lot more fun to do wit' you ..."