Nate Grimes get tough elbow deep punch fisted by Drew Sebastian

In the dank, dimly lit dungeon of debauchery, Nate Grimes lay spread-eagled on the chilly, arduous ground, his;) bare physique a feast for the eyes of his grasp, Drew Sebastian. Nate had been a naughty boy, and Drew had promised a punishment of epic proportions to show him a lesson.

Drew circled the inclined type of Nate like a predator eyeing its prey. His huge, muscular body rippled with every step, his tattoos dancing within the flickering candlelight. He paused to soak up the sight earlier than him – Nate’s easy, hairless torso rising and falling with breaths that have been already coming sooner as anticipation mounted. Drew’s hungry eyes drank within the sight of Nate’s turgid cock, flushed deep pink and dripping with want, his heavy balls pulled up tight in arousal. But it was Nate’s ass that drew Drew’s focus, these juicy, rounded globes parted to disclose the beautiful pink pucker nestled between them.

“Mmm, look at that greedy little hole,” Drew purred, his deep voice rolling by way of Nate like thunder. “So desperate to be filled, aren’t you, slut? To be stretched beyond all reason by my big, thick fist?”

Nate whimpered needily, by no means breaking eye contact. “Yes Master, please… I need it so bad. I’ve been such a bad boy, I deserve to be punished. Use me, wreck me, make me your fuck toy.”

Drew smirked, his eyes flashing with wicked lust. “Oh, I will, baby. I’m going to ruin this tight little ass of yours. You won’t sit right for a week by the time I’m through with you.”

He knelt behind Nate, delivering a pointy SMACK to 1 cheek that made Nate cry out. Then Drew grasped the cheeks, kneading the supple flesh roughly and spreading them aside.

“You’ve got a hungry ass, Nate. Always begging to be stuffed full. And tonight, I’m going to give it exactly what it craves.” He delivered a brutal collection of slaps to Nate’s gap, each jolting Nate ahead as he panted and moaned, his cock drooling steadily now onto the bottom.

Drew lubed up his proper hand liberally, then pressed two thick fingers into Nate’s quivering gap. Nate bore down, relishing the burn because the digits speared into him. He wanted extra. “Mmmf… yes, Master. More, please!”

Drew did not disappoint. His fingers curled and scissored, quickly working Nate open as he added a 3rd, then a fourth. Soon Nate was taking his entire hand with grasping gulps and moans.

“Fuck yeah, that’s it. Milk my hand, french slut. This is just the beginning of what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

Drew started pumping his fist out and in, every thrust going deeper than the final. Nate was in heaven, his prostate nailed mercilessly with each cross. His personal cock was leaking steadily now, totally arduous and pulsing with every thrust. He Didn’t dare contact himself although – Drew had forbidden him from coming till given permission.

Drew withdrew his fist out of the blue, leaving Nate clenching on nothing, empty and determined. Then he grasped Nate’s ankles and pushed his knees as much as his shoulders, folding Nate practically in half. With his different hand, he slapped Nate’s gap,, slick with lube, till it gaped open.

“Beg for my fist, whore. Beg me to wreck this slack-jawed cunt of yours.”

“Please Master, please,” Nate sobbed, weak with want. “Ruin my ass, split me open on your fat fist. I’ll take it, I can take anything you give me. Just please hurt me, stuff me full until I can’t fucking breathe. Use my ass, it’s yours! Please, oh god…!”

Satisfied, Drew pressed in once more, pushing previous the ring of muscle and plunging his huge fist into Nate’s guts. He did not cease till his whole forearm was buried inside Nate, time and again, Drew punched Nate deep sufficient that Nate may really feel him in his throat, he may style lube on his tongue.

The ache and pleasure blurred into one thing otherworldly as Nate writhed and howled, impaled so deep on Drew’s fist. Drew’s different hand wrapped round Nate’s throat, squeezing, controlling his airflow fully.

“Take it, takes it you filthy whore. Gonna fucking break you. Show you who your ass belongs to.”

Drew pummeled Nate’s insides like a jackhammer, twisting and churning, discovering each nerve and lighting it on hearth. His fist felt as large as a baseball bat, stretching Nate to the purpose of agony. Yet Nate took it as a result of he needed to, he craved it, he lived for this – for use like a fuck doll for his grasp’s pleasure.

Finally, Drew shoved his arm in to the elbow, his fist wedged deep in Nate’s bowels. He flexed and kneaded, smearing lube and Nate’s personal slick into his cracks and crevices. He shoved up on Nate’s prostate with the tip of his thumb, sending bolts of scrumptious agony by way of Nate’s physique.

Drew leaned down, his tough stubble scraping Nate’s neck. “This is what you were made for, slut. To be spit-roasted and spit-shined, to milky your Master’s hand like a good boy. You’d be lost without my cock in your throat and my fist in your ass.”

Nate keened loudly as Drew pumped rapidly, plunging his hand out and in, elbow-deep into Nate’s guts. Blood roared in Nate’s ears and he noticed stars on the edges of his imaginative and prescient, each ache and pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.

Then, with no warning, the dam burst and Nate got here explosively, untouched and powerless to stop it. His cock sprayed load after load, some arcs touchdown on his face, his chest and abs. The relaxation soaked the ground beneath him. He had by no means come so arduous in his life.

As Nate’s orgasm crested and pale, Drew withdrew his fist with a moist squelch, leaving Nate gaping and hole. Panting, Drew surveyed his handiwork – Nate’s ravaged gap, his personal lube-sheened arm, the puddles of cum in all places.

“Beautiful,” Drew rumbled softly. “A masterpiece of debasement.” He leaned all the way down to seize Nate’s mouth in a ravenous kiss, tasting himself on Nate’s tongue. Together they collapsed right into a sweaty, sticky heap, basking within the afterglow.

Nate knew this was just the start of their night. With Drew, you might by no means inform. But one factor was sure – by the point daybreak got here, he can be totally claimed, markedly used, in a manner that would depart him sore and glad for days.

He would not have it some other manner.