23YO TWINK ASS GETS DEMOLISHED

The slim, toned body of the 23-year-old twink lay splayed out over the edge of the bed, his pert bubble butt lifted and presented like a ripe, juicy peach. He squirmed and whimpered, his hole clenching and unclenching as if begging to be filled. The other man, a strapping, muscular jock type, loomed over him, his hands rubbing together ominously.

“You want it bad, don’t you boy?” the jock growled, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “You want Daddy’s big fists up your hungry little boy-cunt?”

The twink could only whimper and nod, his face pressed into the mattress. His cock dripped pre-cum onto the twisted sheets. The jock chuckled darkly and reached for the lube.

As fingers first one, then all four and five were worked into his tight channel, the boy writhed in a mix of painful pleasure. His walls stretched obscenely around the fisting hand, the jock’s muscular forearm disappearing inch by inch into the twink’s guts.

“Such a good little cocksleeve,” the top praised, admiring his work. “Such a perfect place for Daddy’s fist.”

Once fully inserted, the fisting began in earnest. The jock’s fist punched in and out, stirring up the twink’s insides, strangling his prostate. Each brutal thrust drew a choked groan from the boy as he fought the urge to vomit. His cervix battered against the intruding knuckles, his rectum a crude imitation of a mouth drooling around the fist fucking his depths.

The jock paused to admire his handiwork – the boy’s gaping, filth-caked hole, his drawn, agonized expression. He gathered up more lube and began the process anew, stuffing a second fist into the un Diplomatell sloppy mess. The boy’s womb turned on the lube, a writhing fist-sized tunnel leading from cunt to ass.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you stupid,” the jock snarled, and began to punch into his fisting holes with renewed vigor. Wet slap slaps filled the room as both his meaty fists pistioned in and out, faster and faster, ravaging the boy’s convulsing guts.

The jock could feel the boy’s prostate through the thin membrane separating his fists. He aimed his thrusts to batter the sensitive gland mercilessly, twisting and grinding his knuckles against it. Dragged out groans turned to babbling, mindless moans as the boy lost himself to the brutal stimulation, his cock jerking and spurting spunk untouched.

“Fuuuck, take it, you filthy little dickslut! Milk Daddy’s fucking fists!”

With a roar, the jock buried his fists to the hilt one last time, his busy hands Buggering the quivering walls of the boy’s clenching holes. His own cock pulsed as the tight heat engulfed him, and he shot thick ropes of jizz deep into the twink’s fluttering bowels.

The two collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and marked skin. The jock’s fists remained lodged in the twink’s-hole as he reluctantly withdrew, the boy’s stretched opening gaping lewdly around the departing hands, oozing layers of lube and jizz.

Breathing heavy, the jock languidly gathered up his dripping fists and brought them to his mouth. He lapped and sucked at the mess of fluids coating his hands, savoring the mingled flavors.

“Mmm, not bad for a piece of trash,” the jock praised, smacking his lips. He succeeded in reviving the cock, already going soft after his mighty releases.

The twink only whimpered brokenly in reply, lost to the world, reduced to a fisted, cum-filled wreck. The jock smirked down at his work, satisfied. Another twink properly introduced to the joys of fisting.