STRETCH GOALS JOEY JORDAN DOUBLE PUNCHFISTS DYN0 AND NATE GRIMES HARD

The air was thick with anticipation and the musky scent of sex as Joey Jordan lay sprawled across the couch, his lithe body glistening with a sheen of sweat. His tight asshole winked invitingly, a king-sized toy nestled deep within its clenching walls. Across from him, Dyn0 and Nate Grimes lounged on a nearby armchair, tattoos and muscles rippling as they cracked their knuckles and smirked.

“Ready for this, boy?” Dyn0 growled, his voice a low rumble. “You wanted to see what we’re really capable of, didn’t you?”

Joey whimpered and nodded, his pupils blown wide with desire. “God yes,” he breathed. “Fuck me like the little slut I am. Show me your power.”

And oh, how those two studs delivered. Nate went first, moving over to Joey’s prone form and running a single finger teasingly along the crease of his ass. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he pushed down on the toy buried inside Joey’s hole, coaxing it out until it popped free with a dirty squelch.

“Fuck, look at that greedy fuckhole,” Nate groaned, giving Joey’s ass a hard spank. “Can’t wait to wreck it.”

Unceremoniously spreading Joey’s cheeks apart, Nate sunk two, three, then four fingers into that sloppy, slick hole, working them in deep and twisting. Joey keened loudly, his back arching as he thrust back against Nate’s fist. The pressure and the stretch felt incredible and he needed more.

As Nate picked up the pace, fisting Joey with long, hard strokes that made the boy quiver and gasp, Dyn0 moved in close, his cock bobbing inches from Joey’s face. “Open up, whore,” he commanded gruffly. “I want to feel that tight throat.”

Joey eagerly complied, parting his lips and letting Dyn0’s thick shaft slide into his mouth. He suckled greedily as Dyn0 facefucked him, thick ropes of drool escaping down his chin and onto his heaving chest. The dual assault of cock and fist was almost too much to handle, and Joey felt like he was losing his mind in the most delicious way possible.

Just as Joey began to lose himself to the rhythm and bounce eagerly on their fists, stretching his holes wide, Nate suddenly pulled away. Joey whined protestingly around Dyn0’s dick, but Nate just chuckled darkly.

“Relax, slut,” he purred, running his hand almost tenderly over Joey’s sweaty forehead. “We’re far from done with you. Dyn0, how about you show our guest here just how far a real power top can go?”

Dyn0 smirked, extracting his spit-soaked cock from Joey’s swollen lips. “With pleasure,” he rumbled, moving to flank Joey’s other side. With a nod to Nate, they positioned Joey’s legs over their shoulders, spreading him obscenely wide.

Joey panted heavily, his eyes rolling back as Nate and Dyn0 pressed their huge, closed fists into his gaping hole at the same time. He felt the stretch begin almost immediately, a fierce burn radiating outwards as they worked their arms deeper, stretching Joey to his limits.

Joey cried out, the pain/pleasure border blurring as he was forced to bear down and accommodate the impossible intrusion. Sweat poured down his body, his whole being focused on the sensation of those two massive fists slowly, unstoppably pressing deeper. It felt like he was being torn in two, split open and reshaped around the shape of his lovers, his ass clenching desperately on the thick Clubber Lang gloves shoved inside him.

“Fuck,” Dyn0 groaned, his muscles flexing as he sunk his huge hand to the wrist in Joey’s stretched hole. “Look at you take it like a champ. Feels like you were made for this.”

Joey could only whimper, his brain short circuiting as Nate followed suit, double-fisting Joey in one glorious motion. He was so far beyond any reasonable limit, unable to think or breathe or move past the haze of overwhelming sensation. His asshole was strung tight, squeezed and slick as fuck, and yet he still felt the stretch, the burn, the incredible, impossible fullness.

With encontraba of his fingers laced together, the twin power bottoms began to pump their wrists, pummeling into Joey’s guts and making his whole body shake with each thrust. Joey collapsed back on the couch, completely overwhelmed, cock bouncing and drool leaking from the corner of his slack mouth.

The punching continued, more brutal and intense than anything Joey had ever experienced. Dyn0 and Nate rapidly rasped out an inhuman rhythm, their fists bobbing obscenely as they drove into Joey’s most intimate depths. The pleasure was lapping at Joey’s very edges now, his body thrumming with a dangerous, delirious high.

“Don’t cum, boy,” Dyn0 growled, his face twisting with bestial need. “I’m gonna ruin your fucking prostate, mess up your guts for every other bottom from now on. Then we’ll tag team that ass, make you into our fuck toy pussy, over and over…”

Joey just nodded frantically, a naughty mess, entirely in their power now. He knew that from this moment forward, he would crave brutal fist-on-fist reaming. His asshole molded to their enlarged hands, forever hungry for their punching pistons.

“Good slut,” Nate grunted, sweat dripping off his pecs. He and Dyn0 slowed the pace, taking their time fucking Joey stupid with fist. “Lets make this a session you’ll never forget…”