Is it weird my roommates and I share the same Fleshlight? Chapter 3
The Fleshlights become FFleshlights. Big cocks and fisting combine. Average reading time: 10 minutes.
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The closer we got to the big moment, the more we focused on straight line performance and mileage. We each had our own measure of success.
Kyle demanded each trench stayed open for as long as possible after fucking. An event horizon hole. A proper gape and not a rosebud... yet (yeah, we know the terminology). They had to learn muscle control, to hold themselves big.
For Raoul, it was all about the usage stats. Number of cocks taken each day. Yes, by now we were renting Jacob and Silas out. Raoul wanted their twats to be sloppy and their gullets permanently full of cum. Was taking ten to fifteen loads a day on top of ours achievable? Surely yes if they were properly committed.
For Brandon, it was all about girth. His dick was seriously massive and he wanted to plough in without any resistance. He actually kept measure on a wall chart. Time to entry, time for maximum insertion. He even started experimenting with toys and considered if a new tideline hadn't been marked then a fuck was a failure. He also had the biggest load. It flooded each pussy he fucked. It made for such a truly well-lubricated hole that it was a joy to fuck after him.
And me? I'm dark. I see the beauty in Jacob and Silas. Such contrasting bodies and backgrounds. I respected that, I admired that. But I wanted to totally fuck them up. I wanted to trash their holes. The sooner we got onto fisting, the better.
It was around now that the two boys started pushing back slightly. They loved our cocks but it was a punishing schedule. I can't deny, it must have been a struggle for them. Their holes had no choice but to rapidly develop into dick-swallowers of the highest order. We had no room for gag-reflexes or walls of friction. No, we demanded smooth and easy chutes. At both ends and at any time of day. Even if they did get backed up with cum and needed cleaning out regularly.
That's the problem with regular Fleshlights, right? They always need maintenance otherwise they get quite skanky. I will admit this was getting slightly easier as the boys were now struggling to hold our loads in. If it flowed out then it was easier to keep clean?
Well, especially if you have an extra tongue on hand to keep things neat. Yes, Jacob and Silas's duties expanded to rimming each other's holes. Licking up every drip of cum and lube, tenderly massaging the damage away. Until the next time.
Rimming was something of a shock for our two Fleshlights. Sure, they'd signed up for big cock but I don't think they knew they were going to have to look after each other so well. I was actually really glad we had two as I don't think we'd have managed otherwise. No way we were going to take care of them that way!
The journey was helped by us already starting trash-talking our bitches. We did it without thinking. Calling Silas and Jacob dirty cunt holes', sloppy holed sluts', and asking `do you like us stretching that filthy pussy of yours even bigger'? Seeing their eyes light up as we hinted at just how unlimited we wanted their hole development to be?
Yeah, I know. Calling them cunts was over the top, but we had serious hole goals to achieve. You are absolutely right in thinking this is demeaning and humiliating, but that's what some bottoms want and need. Every time we sensed we'd gone too far we would gently reel it back. As our heavy meat slammed home, a heavy grunt escaping, disbelief they were taking it - full of cum, just like a Fleshlight should be, always used - we'd remind them that they were taking cock like a pro. Only someone who really wanted it could take it like this. They were one in a million...
Sometimes more direct action was needed. We had to wear them out before rebuilding could start. Literally.
When Silas complained about the workload we trucked in an entire white frat house to fuck him into submission. Of course, none of them were as hung as us, but I bet it was the first time they'd ever seen a black man tied to a sling with an open gash that demanded constant cock. Man! They simply couldn't stop themselves! Aided by shots and Viagra-laced beer, they fucked Silas all night long. Cock after cock after cock. So much dick that his hole was never the same again. Of course, after the jocks had finished we laid in ourselves. Added our own cum to the mix. Jacob had his work cut out licking him clean that morning!
Then there was Jacob himself. He was far more complicated. You have to remember how flawless his skin was, just how thic his muscles were. How innocent his face. We knew it be something special the first time he rebelled so we'd been secretly planning it for weeks.
We'd made sure he'd sucked us all off, his mouth aching from the width of our shafts. We'd denied him satisfaction though by pulling out and splashing our loads on his face. That was tough for us but I couldn't deny how great he looked totally glazed. The stench of cum was intense, not least as we didn't let him wipe it off. Or let Silas lick it off.
Perhaps it helped that we invited a few of his teammates to get involved. The hung ones. Invariably black. You should have seen those dark pricks trammel that white throat pussy. It was fucking obscene. No wonder he got to the point of saying `please no more'.
That's when we dropped him off at our local leather bar to be taught a lesson. The consequences of saying no are always worse than saying yes. There were some seriously hard fuckers down there. By the end Jacob was afraid his rectum might be damaged for life and his bowels wouldn't work properly. Pussy lips stretched and turning out more and more with each fuck. Is this what he wanted? Who cared? We had got him addicted to dick, he couldn't live without it.
We couldn't deny this was all building up to taking their fist cherries. Of course, we'd be losing our top handballing cherries at the same time too. We had been doing our research. Picking up techniques and learning from the experts.
We'd learnt that thick rubber gloves could easily disappear into a human body if you created a cavernous space big enough. The top really has to flex, twist and shove if you're going to get elbow-deep though. You have to be prepared for a sphincter to grip your upper arm like a tourniquet but stay determined. Otherwise how else would you get those precious intensives to feel like nothing more than a warm sleeve around a hairy arm? This was important, as once fully buried you could start the process of punch-fucking, yanking all the way out before hammering it home.
Of course, we knew we weren't going to achieve that immediately. But the Fleshlight's did need to learn the true size we intended to make them. We wanted to stretch their tight pussyholes into wide open pits that could be stuffed with any number of objects, including ourselves.
We had great debates about how to achieve it. Minimal lubrication seemed to be best for creating a hole that gaped open and made faint sucking sounds as it reflexively twitched and tried to seal itself closed. That would make for pussylips that were swollen and engorged, crimson red and begging for more abuse. Perfect for long-term violation.
We also learnt how valuable toys can be in preparing a hole. Inflatables that could hold open a pussy, stretching it wider with every pump of a bulb. They looked like good fun. Then the more regular dildos and insertables, even if only used in extreme sizes and shapes. Surely they would wreck a hole in no time at all if they were worn for extended periods of time? We even researched lockable harnesses that Jacob and Silas could be forced to wear to help prepare them.
This is where Kyle showed his true colours. He made the very good point that we had already violently impaled our massive dicks into these holes many, many times already. We had rearranged their internal organs, rammed in and out, changing angles of attack, deliberately destroying their defenceless rings. Surely they were ready already by now without any additional assistance? Their puckered deposit slots showed the evidence of our misuse. Let's just go for it.
Bingo! We agreed and swung into action. All that research had given us a very good idea of how to make the best of this experience. We wanted their first time to be memorable, and for us too. That means we hung another sling in the basement just by the side of our original one. However, this faced in the opposite direction so we would have the advantage of two men side-by-side. You'd be able to see the hole you were brutalising up close AND get to watch another hung top working on the pussy next door. This would be so hot!
We strapped them in and warned them what to expect. In fact, we'd been prepping them for a while. To be honest I think they'd been surprised and shocked when we started showing them our video playlists of what our actual #holegoals were.
It was graphic. Extreme. Obscene.
We wanted their assholes to become incapable of closing completely. We knew it wouldn't happen overnight but we did wonder whether by the end their cunts would be so loose and stretched out that they'd be useless? Maybe that would make fisting them even hotter? Pussy so wrecked it was made glorious and big. To exert the maximum stretch, the maximum damage? To experience how these magnificent pussies could be transported into awesome pussies?
We knew they wanted it as much as we did. Why else would they have volunteered, agreed to be strapped into the slings, locked in and told they wouldn't be leaving until we had fucked our fists out. We were all eager and excited. Holes aligned. Hands lubed. We were going to make a lasting impact tonight...
Fuck! I had no idea fisting would feel so fucking good!
For once, we actually broke our rule of only using one boy at a time. From everything we'd seen, the experience of being fisted was going to be so life-changing that we wanted to do it to both Fleshlights at the same time.
I got to go first on Jacob's lily white ass. I lubed up and placed the tips of my fingers into his warm, wet insides. It felt amazing and in seconds I was sliding my thumb in alongside. I couldn't hold back, feeling like a man possessed. I needed more of this! I started twisting and pushing, beginning the long process of inserting my entire, enormous hand all the way inside this boy's pussy. Christ, you should have heard him wail when the widest part of my hand challenged and then overcame the limits of his outer ring. Fuck! It felt like I was being sucked inside! This boy's hole was seriously hungry! I guess that's what months of taking big dick will do to a natural-born pussyhole.
I looked up to see Kyle doing the same to Silas, with Brandon and Raoul looking on intently with cocks harder than I'd ever seen before. I knew they were going to love this too.
Jacob's pussy felt so good gripping my hand that I had to explore more. I pulled back before pushing inside again, hoping to pop open his anal muscles so I could go deeper. I was really happy to see his ass-flesh already distending and starting to pull away from his cunt. However, I know that destroying the elasticity in those precious asslips was going to take time. For now, that meant I wanted to see how deep I could go. Navigating his insides, forcing him to accommodate my massive invader. I only managed to get a couple of inches up my forearm but it wasn't for lack of trying. I guess he was going to need a lot of training.
That thought made me very happy.
Even as I withdrew and let Raoul have his turn I knew we were going to want to have these boys in position as near as possible to 24/7. That's what sharing the same FFleshlight means. If you wake up in the night with a hard-on? There's pussy to use. If you return from a bar and you're horny as fuck? There's pussy to use. If you need to blow your load? That's right. Pussy to use.
But now? If our hands itched? Pussy to use.
Nothing - seriously - beats that feeling of warm cunt gripping your hands. I knew our project was working out even better than expected. Firstly we were learning to fist and now we had two self-made cunts. Make no mistake, they had done this to themselves. If they didn't want it, they wouldn't be able to take it.
Certainly the way Silas was squealing said he was up for anything! His hole was now gobbling up Brandon's fists. The lube tide-marks on his arms really impressed me and I needed to explore it for myself.
If Jacob was good, Silas was even better! Maybe it helped that two of my housemates had already opened him up but now I really felt I could punch hard. A clenched fist ramming home is seriously amazing, so good I came hands-free and shot cum all over the place. I couldn't help myself, not only were our FFleshlighs gaining depth, they were also beginning to rosebud and puff up. As if we were turning their rectums inside out.
The session had to end eventually though. We all got at least two turns on each bitch, but we're compassionate men and we recognised they were now completely ffucked out and couldn't take much more. We were really proud of what they taken though. Nine hours is a long time in a sling for any man, especially if it was your first time. Of course, we told them they'd have to do better next time.
That's when we developed our own scale of pussy gains. We called it the `sink hole test'. How long did it take before you could plunge your entire fist into a waiting hole without resistance? The four of us got pretty competitive about it. Maybe a little forceful at times? But if we were going to wreck, ravage and recreate...
Our two boys worked in sync. One to keep the playroom tidy and well-stocked with lube, the other to be available. Ready and waiting.
For those of you who don't have a live-in pussy, I'm not sure you can appreciate what it's like. Fisting doesn't just become when you're horny or not, it becomes a passion. Forget YouTube, Netflix or PlayStation. This is `shall I stretch out that cunt again, he needs to be bigger' action. It was a constant desire and Jacob and Silas were getting constant attention from all four or us.
Can you even imagine that? Our FFleshlights were essentially being fisted non-stop. In fact, they were in competition with each other. On the point of ecstasy for the rest of their lives.
Now we had to start focusing on very specific goals. Depth. The double. Best pussy-lip development. Widest rosebud.
Fuck, we were elevating these guys to an entirely new level of hole expansion. By now they'd taken so much dick that they were world-class bottoms. But with our fists? Wrecked. Ruined. Corrupted. Trashed. And so fucking inviting to use. They were holes that made you want to keep on going and never, ever stop.
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