Recollection
“Jesus fucking Christ, Jack. This place is heaven on earth.”
“It is quite beautiful, isn’t it? I figured a lot has happened to us in the last few years and now that I’m retired from everything and you’re done with school, we should take a long time to just chill and do nothing but enjoy each other. This place is the perfect place for that, I think.”
“I think so too, Jack. I’ve never even imagined a place like this.”
Jack and Harrison arrived at Amangiri Resort in the Red Rock Mountains in Utah. It was one of those places completely surrounded by all of the beauty nature has to offer. They had the best suite there with their own private pool, views of the mountains and the desert and much more. It was how Jack thought they should celebrate their fifth anniversary in peace and quiet. He booked the place for two weeks.
Five years had gone by since Jack met Harrison on the streets of Washington, DC. It had been three years since Joshua kidnapped Harrison and two since he’d nearly died of a heroin overdose. Jack liquidated almost all of his portfolio of real estate and businesses, lost a major presidential campaign and was in a car accident that almost ended him just a year before this trip. Harrison graduated from an accelerated set of courses to formally become an architect.
Needless to say, it had been an eventful five years. For their first night at the resort, they had a special multi course dinner at the five star restaurant. They were brought to their table and after a few minutes a tall, handsome young man with glasses came to the table.
“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Wyatt and I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Before we begin your tasting experience, I understand you are celebrating an anniversary?”
“Yes, thanks. It’s our fifth anniversary together.”
“That’s awesome. Happy Anniversary! I have a bottle of Krug Blanc de Noirs ready for you. I’ll be right back with it.”
“Jack, this is amazing. I am so ready for this time away.” Wyatt came by and poured glasses of champagne for Jack and Harrison. After they toasted and drank, Harrison watched as Wyatt was talking to another couple at a table nearby. “Jack, is it weird that I think there is something familiar about that server?”
“Familiar? I mean, he’s really adorable. Maybe he’s just familiar because we’ve been with boys that look like him?”
“No, seriously, Jack. His voice. His face. Even his hands, there’s something about him that is kind of freaking me out a little.”
“Ok, do you want to ask for another server? We can have dinner in our suite. I don’t want you to be freaked out. Who do you think he is?”
Wyatt came by with two runners who served their first course and the wine that was paired with it. Harrison watched Wyatt as he introduced the course. He listened carefully to his voice. At the same time Wyatt noticed something about Harrison as well.
“Ok, both of you boys are freaking me out. You two know each other. Is there something you haven’t told me?”
“Not really. I’ve told you all about everything in my life.” Harrison suddenly went quiet. He set his fork down and took a swig of his wine. “I know exactly who he is.”
***
Harrison left Iowa when he was 15. He stole $3,000 from his right-wing religious conservative parents, grabbed clothes, some food and his sketchbook and took off. He made plenty of mistakes, miscalculating distances, nearly getting caught several times, getting lost and ending up in the wrong place more than once. Eventually, he made it to New York City.
New York City was overwhelming. Harrison was blown away at the sheer size and scope of the city. He spent his first day and night just exploring the city. He loved the buildings, the lights, the sounds, but it was also a lot. There were so many people. The streets were busy and in many cases, dirty and smelly. The same for the subway. He really had no idea what he was doing. The other homeless people he saw were in really sad shape - either filthy and grungy, or crazy, or dangerous. He saw how the cops treated them, which was not very well. His first night wasn’t too bad since he found a place to sleep. That didn’t last long.
This was not what Harrison imagined. It was not something Harrison was prepared for. It was not a good place to be as an underaged homeless boy from farm country. He had one bad experience after another. For several days it did nothing but rain. Harrison was soaked head to toe, which meant he was also not welcome at a lot of the places he tried to hang out during the day. People spit on him. He was beaten up more than once. Most of the clothes that weren’t on his back were stolen. He managed to hold on to his backpack which contained the few belongings he could keep, his sketchbook and the cash he was carrying. All of that would eventually disappear too.
Harrison met a boy one evening. The boy seemed to finally be someone nice. He was cute too. He ran into him in an alley one night while looking for a place to sleep.
“Oh, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” Harrison said as he stumbled on the boy lying on the ground behind a bunch of pallets.
“No, no, that’s ok,” said the boy as he looked up at Harrison, impressed with how cute he was.
“Do you think it would be ok for me to camp out around here somewhere?”
“Sure, I don’t own the place. You can do whatever you want. But I’d rather you camped out over here with me.”
“Hmm, I don’t see how that could be a bad thing. I’m Harrison!”
“Hello boy with the fancy name, I’m Wyatt.” Wyatt patted the ground next to him encouraging Harrison to sit.
The two boys chatted away. Harrison shared the food he had bought. Wyatt was 18 and had been homeless for several years. He may have come across as nice, but he was hardened from years of fighting for survival in a relentless city. He was a tall, skinny dark haired, dark eyed boy who also wore glasses and had a welcoming smile. He was a bit of a wreck. His clothes were worn out in every way. He stunk. His glasses were broken and held together by tape and rubber bands. Harrison fell into a sense of security that he shouldn’t have. He told Wyatt way too much about himself and his experience, including stealing cash from his dad.
Wyatt hit the jackpot. He met a kid around his age, who was similar in size. He could easily take his clothes and shoes - which were in remarkably good condition - and end up with two major bonuses - new glasses and a wad of cash. Living on the streets made Wyatt bitter, angry and corrupt. He didn’t need friends, he needed what Harrison had - money, clothes and glasses. Plus, Wyatt was horny and Harrison was the hottest boy he’s seen in a while.
“You’re really cute, you know?” Wyatt said coyly as he leaned in closer to Harrison.
“Aww, thanks, you are too!” Harrison happily responded.
Harrison had never actually been with a boy before, he was only 15 and still a virgin. He thought this was a good boy to be his first kiss and maybe a little more. He had to work past the homeless boy smell on Wyatt, but he was a bit infatuated.
Wyatt leaned in further and kissed Harrison on the lips. They looked at each other and then Wyatt pulled Harrison close to him and kissed him again, this time more passionately. Wyatt took his time easing his way into Harrison. Wyatt’s breath was awful and his mouth tasted like shit. Harrison didn’t quite figure out why that shit taste and smell appealed to him, but it did.
Soon, Wyatt had the boy right where he wanted him. Wyatt had Harrison laying on his back and he was on top of him. That’s when he went for it. He put his hands around Harrison’s neck and squeezed.
“Dude! What the fuck?!?” Harrison screamed as he tried to fight back. Wyatt was not necessarily that strong, but he was experienced in taking someone down.
“Shut the fuck up, fancy boy. Did you really think I wanted to make out and fucking cuddle? Stupid fuck.” Harrison cried as he feared what Wyatt was going to do to him. Wyatt needed Harrison to be quiet and to stop struggling. He squeezed at Harrison’s throat even harder and then slammed his head on the asphalt, hard. He did it a few more times until he knocked Harrison out.
Once Harrison was unconscious, Wyatt stripped his clothes off, carefully putting them aside . He let out a wicked chuckle as he rubbed his filthy hands over Harrison’s smooth naked body. He was a predator who was about to devour his prey. He took his clothes off and tossed them across the alley. He took his glasses off and threw them over his shoulder. He took off Harrison’s glasses and put them on, pleased that they were better than his own and he could see well.
Wyatt wanted to get all he could from Harrison. He leaned down and slid his mouth over Harrison’s big cock, sucking and slurping at the teen cock. He pushed Harrison’s legs up and slid his tongue into Harrison’s ass. He got a whiff of shit so he slid his long fingers in his hole and dug in deep. When he pulled them back out, they were covered in brown. Wyatt licked his fingers clean and dug in for more. It had been a while since Wyatt was able to engage his scat fetish, and certainly not with someone so cute. After snacking on some of Harrison’s shit he positioned his cock right at Harrison’s virgin hole and pushed. He realized at that point that Harrison was probably a virgin and that made him even more aroused. He was not only going to rape this teen’s shitty hole, he was taking his virginity.
With relentless abandon, Wyatt railed Harrison. He fucked the unconscious boy with everything he had. He needed this release. Wyatt thrust his eleven plus inches into Harrison’s shitty hole, occasionally scooping some of it up and eating it. He finally blew his load deep into Harrison’s ass. He crawled up to Harrison’s face and fucked him in his throat with his shit covered dick. He managed to bring himself to cum a second time. He wasn’t done with his degradation yet. He squatted next to Harrison’s face and took a shit, wiping some of it in his mouth and all over his face. He ended his assault by pissing all over Harrison’s body.
He looked down at what he’d done and knew he’d probably home too far. But, Wyatt was so callous anymore, that he just let himself lose control. He put on Harrison’s clothes and then looked in the backpack. He found the wad of cash, probably about $2,300. There were some clean socks, underwear, two clean shirts and a pair of jeans. There were a few souvenirs of his travels, bus and train tickets, a matchbook from the one motel that let him stay for a night, a pocket knife from the Caterpillar museum, a ball cap and some books from the Kurt Vonnegut museum. He had two personal items he took with him from home - some random LEGO pieces that he distracted himself with when he was alone and his sketchbook of drawings of houses and buildings that he thought up. Wyatt just took it all and ran off.
Harrison woke up hours later. It was still dark, probably in the early hours of the morning. He immediately spit out the shit from his mouth, almost vomiting. He realized he was naked and the back of his head was bloody. His ass was sore and he was wet and sticky. Everything he had was gone. His backpack, clothes, shoes, glasses and all of his money. Harrison had no idea what to do. Wyatt had robbed him of everything he had. Harrison also came to the disturbing conclusion that Wyatt had taken much more than his belongings, he took his virginity too. He became ill as he felt his ass covered in shit and cum, the shit and cum taste in his mouth and the wetness he felt was piss. He began to cry, but had to get his composure and think about what to do next. He couldn’t sit there naked.
As he looked all around him, he found Wyatt’s filthy, worn clothes and shoes strewn about the alley. Harrison was disgusted by the filthy, smelly clothing, but it was all he had now. He put everything on and felt like puking. Wyatt had clearly not seen a shower or anything reasonably new in forever. He also came across the broken glasses and put those on too. He just sat there and for the first time felt like he wasn’t going to make it. He finally realized that his sketchbook and mementos were gone. His heart sank. Losing the sketchbook seemed worse to him than losing anything else. He could replace the money and other stuff, but he’d never replace his years of drawings going back to when he was a boy. He spent the rest of the night crying.
***
“Remember the story I told you about being raped and robbed in the alley in New York?”
“Oh no, Harrison.” Jack put his hand on Harrison’s. “I’m sorry. We should go. This can’t be something you want to remember. I doubt you want him to just casually serve you dinner after what he did to you.”
“No, Jack. I want to stay. This is too fucking good to walk away from. And, it was a long time ago. I was 15, so that’s like eight years ago. He works in a place like this, so hopefully he’s figured his life out and isn’t a fucking douchebag anymore. I want to give him a chance.”
“Ok. Then we shall continue on through our culinary adventure!” Jack took a forkful of his food and then leaned over to Harrison. “I love you, Harrison.”
“I love you, Jack.”
They enjoyed their dinner and were about to finish dessert. They took their time and they were Wyatt’s only table at this point. Harrison decided he needed to say something, to be sure and to put some closure on the situation for himself. Jack could tell Harrison was up to something.
“You’re going to say something, aren’t you?”
“Jack, I can’t let this go. You know, it’s weird, I’m not mad at him. I’m sure he was doing what he had to. There were some things he didn’t have to do, but stealing my clothes and money, that was survival.”
“You know I support whatever you do.”
Wyatt came over to ask if there was anything else he could do.
“Can I ask a favor of you, Wyatt?” Harrison asked.
“Sure, sir, what can I do for you?”
“Are you able to sit for a minute? There’s something I want to ask you.”
Wyatt’s smile disappeared. “I think I know what you want to ask me. Give me one second. I’ll be right back.”
“He knows exactly who you are too.” Jack said.
When Wyatt came back, he sat at the table, bringing a bottle of port with him and pouring three glasses. “Before you say anything, I have felt like shit for years over what I did to you, boy with the fancy name. Harrison, right? I know I can’t change anything with an apology, but I really am sorry.”
“It’s ok. I’m sure you did what you had to to survive. I know I had to do things that I feel bad about too. But, I do appreciate the apology. I knew it was you. Your voice and your face, I just knew it. That night is still pretty clear in my mind. Um, you were my first for a lot of things.” Harrison leaned in closer, “who knew how into some of that stuff I’d be all these years later.”
“It says a lot about you that you didn’t do anything, I don’t know, embarrassing to me when you figured it out. It also says a lot about you that you’re not mad at me. You really should be.”
“I was for a while. I felt like shit. I cried for days. It really hurt. I kinda wanted my first time with a boy to be something nice, but instead I wasn’t even conscious for it. But, I’ve been through a lot since then. I met this fucking amazing man, my life changed drastically, I’ve had some that were much worse happen, so I can’t be mad at you anymore.” Harrison stood up and opened his arms. Wyatt stepped into them and the two boys hugged each other. Harrison sat back down.
“So, Wyatt, do you have time to have some drinks with us? I’d love to know how you ended up in Utah from being homeless in New York. And Harrison has some great stories too.”
“That would be awesome. I think my manager will be cool with us sitting out at the outdoor bar. It’s a really nice night. I live on site, so it’s no big deal for me to stay out later. I need to run to my apartment, so why don’t you guys meet me on the terrace in like 30 minutes.”
“Awesome! We will see you there.”
Jack and Harrsion sat out on the terrace and looked out over the beautiful landscape.
“Thanks, Jack. That could have gone fucking sideways, I’m happy you were here to support me. He seems pretty cool. And he is much hotter than I remember.”
“Well, who knows, maybe you can get your revenge with him while we’re here.”
When Wyatt came out to meet them, he had bourbon and something else. “Harrison, when I took this, I saw all the things inside and thought about just dumping them after I took the money and clothes. It was really cute that you had these souvenirs from your travels. I never kept anything, I was always afraid to, thinking it would just make me sad that I didn’t have a home or a family anymore. I don’t know why I’ve held onto this all these years. I tried to throw it away a few times, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I did read the books. And I looked through your sketches. In fact, I would look through them kind of regularly because they were so good and really interesting. So, maybe the universe was planning for us to find each other again. Well… here’s your backpack other than the money, food and clothes, everything is there.”
“What? No fucking way? You saved my backpack from that night? Holy fucking hell.”
Harrison set the pack on the table and slowly pulled things out one by one and showed them to Jack. Tears streamed down his face as he found each memento and was reminded of how he acquired them. He kept it together until he saw his sketchbook. It was like finding an old friend. He flipped through it quickly, everything was there, notes and drawings on napkins and slips of paper, the detailed drawings on the well worn pages. Right down to the last sketches that he had done that day, one of a row of old residential buildings and then another of his own rendition of a row of residential buildings. He just held the book against his chest and closed his eyes. He was so happy to have that back.
Wiping away his own tears, Jack thanked Wyatt. “Thanks for this, Wyatt. It says a lot about you that you kept this. You just made this boy so happy.”
“Seeing his reaction makes me feel good. I’m so glad I didn’t throw it away.”
“Wyatt, this might sound fucked up, but this makes up for what you did. Like one hundred percent makes up for everything.”
After hanging out, catching up, and drinking for a while, Harrison offered an invitation that wasn’t entirely surprising. “So, Wyatt, would you like to come back to our suite with us?”
“Um, are you sure? Do you really want me to… I mean you’re here for a special occasion and all. I’d be all about both of you, especially you…” Wyatt turned to Jack. “You are exactly what I’ve been on the hunt for. A hot Zaddy who isn’t a fucking creep or a weirdo.”
“Jack is kind of a weirdo, but he’s definitely not a creep.” Harrison cooed. “But he is hot as fuck and the best bottom ever.”
“You boys realize I am right here, don’t you?”
“Oh shush Jack. You love when hot boys talk about you.”
“You two are something else. Uhhhh, I would be into coming to your suite. I just need to be careful. Technically we’re not supposed to fraternize with guests. You’re in Girijaala, right? I can be there in like 30 minutes. I just have to be discreet about it.”
Jack and Harrison went back to their room and got comfortable. The room had several areas that were open to the beautiful landscape and night sky. “So, I think I want to watch you and Wyatt. Would you be ok with that?” Harrison purred at Jack.
“I certainly don’t have an issue with that. I thought you’d want to, I don’t know, get your revenge or something.”
“I don’t need revenge. He seems sweet, but I do want him, just on my own terms. I think he’s more into you anyway.” Harrison whispered as he ran his hands over Jack’s chest. “Plus, I think it is fun to watch someone use you. I hope he goes hard on you. He just seems like he might be the type.”
“If this is what you want, you know I will do it. I will do anything to please you, my sexy boy.”
“I know you will. I’ll be nearby… quietly watching Wyatt get what he wants.”
“If it is ok with you, I think I need to unlock this for a few minutes while I piss and give myself a quick clean up. I love this inverted device, but it is challenging when you have to pee.”
“Of course, sexy man. I wonder what he’ll think when he sees you locked up like that.”
Ever since Samuel locked Jack in chastity, Jack and Harrison had been exploring it more. For a while Jack would lock up for Harrison, then it became more prevalent when Cameron decided he liked it too. When things were chaotic during Harrison’s disappearance and subsequent recovery from his drug problem, Jack hadn’t paid much attention to being locked up. Once things settled down, Harrison told Jack he liked the way it felt to have some control over him and told him to lock up permanently. So, now Jack is locked in some form or chastity 24/7, with breaks for cleaning and such.
Harrison chose several devices for Jack to wear, one more extreme than the other. With his cock being so small, Harrison put Jack into very restrictive flat and inverted cages. He was especially a fan of the inverted ones and found some that are pretty unmerciful. He was wearing one of those that night, an inverted chastity cage with a three inch cylinder that forces Jack’s cock to be pushed deep into his body.
When Wyatt came to the suite, Harrison met him at the door. “I’m sure you were expecting something else, but I am going to let you have Jack for yourself. I can tell you are really into him.” He explained as they walked further into the suite.
“Um, really? I guess I didn’t know what to expect, but I figured it might at least be a threesome.”
“If you’re still here in the morning, that might be the case, but I actually want to watch you use Jack.” Harrison pulled Wyatt in close, “and I do mean use. Something tells me you aren’t very vanilla. Use the fuck out of him. He loves that.”
Wyatt was surprised that Harrison was letting him have Jack all to himself. “Oh, wow. I thought for sure this was going to be about you getting your revenge on me. Instead I get your hot Zaddy all to myself?”
“Revenge isn’t my style. I hope we can have some fun together, but I know you’re into Jack. Go for it. I get him all the time and after five years I’m still so into him, like seriously into him. I like sharing. Jack shares me too. Go, he’s waiting for you. Don’t hold back. He likes things rough. And I’ll be watching.”
“I guess I better put on a good show for you then. You serious about me not holding back? Because I would love to tear him apart. Any limits I should know about?”
“I’m serious. There’s nothing Jack can’t handle. There are no limits. Just don’t kill him.”
“Damn, you took all the fun out of it now. But really? No limits? You really don’t care what I do to your man?”
“The rougher and wilder you are with him, the hotter it is for me. Whatever fucking limits you want to push, I’m here for it. Have fun. He’s up on the rooftop terrace.”
Wyatt found Jack on the rooftop, lounging casually on a chair sipping an expensive rye. He was clad in boxers and a t-shirt. “Hey there Zaddy. You’re looking quite tasty right there.”
“Thanks. You look pretty yummy yourself.” Jack held up a glass. “Drink?”
“No. You need to get over here.” Wyatt said with a wicked smile, standing next to the bed. He pointed to the ground in front of him. Jack got up and went over to him and started to kneel. “Oh no, I didn’t tell you to kneel.” With his finger on Jack’s chin, Wyatt guided him up and then pulled him close, kissing him softly on his lips. He was a little taller than Harrison, so Jack was looking up at him. Wyatt looked out over the beautiful landscape that was before them. Out in the middle of the desert, you could see practically every star in the sky. The moon provided a nice glow over the two of them. “It is so beautiful out here. Taking this job was the best thing I could have ever done.”
“It is spectacular.” Jack said softly as he put his hands on Wyatt’s waist. He leaned in and rested his head on Wyatt’s chest. “This is really nice.”
“Yeah. It isn’t going to stay that way. Your boy says I can do whatever I want to you. Is that true? Are you just going to let me fuck you up?”
“If that’s what you want, then yes. I do what I’m told.”
“What a good boy you are.” Wyatt slipped his hands under Jack’s shirt and pulled it over his head. He then slid his boxers to the ground. He looked down and was a little surprised at what he saw. “Oh, I see Harrison really does control you.” He grasped Jack’s balls, gently caressing them as he pushed his thumb into the space where the device was pushing into Jack’s body. “This is some serious chastity.”
“Harrison likes me this way. There’s nothing useful down there anyway.”
“Ah you hot Zaddies always turn out to be pathetic little bitches.”
A groan slipped from Jack's lips as Wyatt pushed him onto the bed. Jack's heart raced as Wyatt stood over him, this fierce alpha boy who was about to claim him. He stripped off his clothes, his eleven inch cock ready to go.
Harrison was just out of sight, naked and riding a large dildo.
Wyatt climbed over Jack and roughly grabbed him by his neck, pulling him into a scorching kiss. Jack moaned into the kiss as Wyatt pushed him onto the bed, pinning him down with his surprisingly muscular body. His chest heaved with anticipation, his eyes fixed on Wyatt's every move.
It felt like Wyatt's eyes were burning right through Jack as he grabbed his legs and wrenched them upward with a brutal force that could have snapped Jack's bones like matchsticks. The sweet boy they met earlier was gone. In his place was this raging beast who was intent on owning Jack hard. Without warning, Wyatt hawked up a glob of saliva and spit onto his throbbing cock, and again on Jack’s worn out hole. He then impaled Jack with a feral growl, his hold on Jack's legs was unyielding, like iron shackles, as he pounded into him with relentless thrusts. Jack's fingers clawed into Wyatt's shoulders, nearly drawing blood, begging wordlessly for more, and Wyatt answered with a ferociousness that sent Jack spiraling into pure ecstasy.
Wyatt's onslaught intensified, his body drenched in sweat as he ravaged Jack, fucking him like a man possessed. After an eternity of punishing thrusts, he tore himself from Jack, climbing over him, mounting his face. Jack's head swam in Wyatt's overpowering musk as Wyatt lowered his sweat-slick ass onto Jack's hungry mouth. Jack feasted on Wyatt's hole, his tongue delving, probing, consuming Wyatt's most primal essence, drowning in the taste of his musk.
“Oh yeah Zaddy…very nice…” Wyatt moaned as he enjoyed Jack’s masterful rimjob. He then began to unleash a barrage of putrid blasts directly into Jack's mouth and face. Jack inhaled each noxious cloud like it was his last breath on earth. He continued to ravage Wyatt's tight hole with his tongue, his body trembling above him. Wyatt's asshole convulsed around Jack's tongue, the stench of his gas sending electric jolts through Jack's own body. Hearing Jack’s moans of approval only drove Wyatt’s lust even higher. As Jack licked and probed, he could feel tension building. Wyatt was stroking his massive cock hard. He lifted himself up and leaned back, aiming his cock at Jack’s face, and with a roar, Wyatt exploded, drowning Jack's face in a torrent of hot, sticky cum. Jack greedily swallowed every last drop, desperate for more.
As the final rope of come hit Jack's tongue, he urgently sealed his lips around Wyatt's cock, craving every last drop. But before he could fully savor it, a stream of piss flooded Jack's mouth, choking him slightly. Wyatt ripped his cock out, his piss spraying everywhere, marking Jack - and the bed - claiming Jack completely. Jack's head was engulfed in a pool of Wyatt's hot piss, the comforter beneath him soaking it up like a sponge. The alpha had marked his territory, and Jack reveled in it, reveled in being dominated by Wyatt.
Wyatt shoved his cock back down Jack’s throat and positioned himself as if he were doing push ups. He thrust his cock deep into Jack’s throat and pulled back again. He thrust even harder, fucking Jack’s throat as vigorously as he’d fuck him in the ass. Harrison was cumming for the second time watching Wyatt totally dominate Jack.
After several more minutes of raping Jack’s throat, Wyatt positioned himself over his face again. The boy’s ass loomed over Jack's face, shooting out another ripe fart. Jack braced himself, sensing the onslaught that was about to begin. With a guttural groan, Wyatt bore down, another cloud of gas came booming out and was followed by a brown log of shit poking through Wyatt’s asshole. Soon, Jack felt the invasive pressure of a thick log of shit forcing its way out. Jack, driven by his twisted hunger, thrust his tongue out, eager to taste the vile offering. The shit slid out into Jack’s hungry mouth as he bit off a chunk and started to chew and swallow it.
The shit kept coming, a hard thick log that stretched both Wyatt’s hole and Jack’s mouth. Jack ate it as fast as he could, his taste buds exploding with the acrid, putrid flavor. “Awww fuck yeah, Zaddy…you’re a hungry toilet aren’t you?” Wyatt gasped out, his body convulsing in ecstasy as Jack consumed his filth, matching Wyatt's fervor with a deranged enthusiasm.
The avalanche of steaming shit was unending, filling Jack's mouth and cascading onto the bed in a disgusting deluge. Jack choked and gagged, struggling to keep up with Wyatt's brutal pace. It was too much, too fast, but Jack was determined to prove his submission, to show Wyatt that he could take anything he dished out. His face was covered in shit as the putrid offering continued to fall in thick, wet clumps beside his head.
Wyatt's final turd dropped from his ass, plummeting into Jack's wide-open maw. Wyatt turned and knelt over Jack on all fours so he could watch him eat. As he loomed over him, Jack desperately devoured every last morsel of shit. Jack's throat convulsed as he stuffed his face with Wyatt’s huge load of shit. Wyatt's warm, acrid shit coated his tongue, his throat, his face, his hands. Wyatt's cock throbbed, his arousal a beast within him, feeding on Jack's debasement. “This is your reason for existence, this sickening, shameful purpose. You pathetic, disgusting toilet.” Wyatt snarled as he spit onto Jack’s face.
Meanwhile, Harrison was slamming his dildo deep into his ass and had cum for a third time. He was stretching himself even further by sliding his fingers into his ass along with the dildo.
As the last of the filth disappeared down Jack's throat, Wyatt flipped Jack onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide apart. He reached for the lube that was next to the bed and slathered his arm with it, then coated Jack’s ass. Lunging between his legs like a predator pinning its prey, Wyatt drove his fist into Jack's ass, the sudden violation tearing a scream from Jack's lungs. Wyatt's knuckles forced their way past the clenching muscle, his arm invading Jack's body, burying itself to the elbow in his quivering guts. Jack's scream escalated to a hysterical shriek, and Wyatt silenced him, slamming his face into the bed with his free hand, muffling his cries in the shit and piss and sweat-soaked sheets.
Wyatt launched a brutal assault on Jack, his fist plunging into the depths like a battering ram. Jack's body convulsed, teeth rattling as Wyatt's powerful arm pistoned in and out, a mercilessly slamming into him. Agony screamed through Jack's nerves, but it was intertwined with the dark, consuming ecstasy that he thrived on. Wyatt had him thrashing, howling for more. Each thrust was a savage claim, Wyatt's dominance etched into every inch of Jack's being like a brand.
Wyatt's fist was a weapon, pummeling Jack's ravaged core. He drove his forearm deeper, a relentless invasion that sent shockwaves crashing through Jack. His insides churned, stretched, and yielded to Wyatt's relentless onslaught, reshaping to accommodate his brutal intrusion.
“Fuck! You are nothing but a gaping fucking hole! What a fucking slut!!”
Wyatt continued his relentless assault on Jack’s ass, plunging deeper into his with each thrust. He was now pistoning inside Jack’s ass with his arm well past his elbow. Harrison couldn’t just watch anymore. He pushed a massive butt plug into his ass and dashed over, climbing onto the bed next to Wyatt. As Harrison watched, Wyatt grunted loudly and then plunged his entire forearm into the chasm of Jack's body, his shoulder crushing against Jack's obscenely stretched hole.
"FUCKING YES!!" Wyatt bellowed like a conquering warrior, shaking his other fist in the air.
His hold intensified, fingers locking into a fist, and then Wyatt began to ravage Jack with renewed, relentless force. Each stroke was a devastating blow, delving deeper and more powerful than any before. Jack's hands were vice-like on the sheets, knuckles bloodless with strain, eyes screwed shut as he yielded to Wyatt's ferocious onslaught.
“UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHH!” He managed to spit out, not able to form words as Wyatt tore his ass apart. The pressure was cataclysmic, a brutal blend of agonizing pain and mind-shattering ecstasy that had Jack convulsing off the bed, his incoherent scream echoing through his contorted face. Wyatt's eyes burned with savage victory as he felt his fingertips invading the deepest, most forbidden recesses of Jack's core.
Harrison started drenching his arm in lube, “mind if I join you?”
“Fuck yeah if you think he can handle it.”
“Two is nothing for Jack.” Harrison pressed his against Jack's already violated hole and, with a brutal shove, impaled him with his arm. The impact tore a scream from Jack's lungs, his face buried in the mattress to muffle his cries. The pain was excruciating, but Jack hungered for this absolute brutality, craved the raw, merciless domination. Harrison pushed his arm deeper and deeper as Wyatt held his in place. As Harrison’s arm pushed past his elbow, Wyatt just exploded, shooting his cum everywhere.
“No fucking way. Fuck! This is hot!!” Wyatt gasped as he started to move his arm. Soon, both arms moved as one, each fist plunging into Jack's depths, stretching him to inhuman limits. Each thrust was a violent, demanding invasion, Wyatt and Harrison’s fisting a relentless, savage force laying waste to Jack's body.
Their fisting grew more barbaric with each passing second, the strokes driving Jack's body to its breaking point. Jack could feel the inferno of his insides stretching, burning, as the boy’s forearms pummeled him, his cries of pain and pleasure smothered by the bed beneath him. Time stretched into an eternity of brutal, unyielding carnage, until finally, Wyatt tore out of him, Harrison as well, leaving Jack a gaping, shattered wreck, decimated and spent.
“Are you done already?” Harrison asked. “He sure as hell isn’t.”
“Seriously? Look at his fucking ass. It’s ready to just fall the fuck out. You want to keep going? HE wants to keep going?”
“Jack, show us that beautiful rosebud…then tell Wyatt what you want.”
Jack pushed his rectum out, his prolapse blooming into the massive dark red and pink rosebud. “More…I want more…”
Wyatt had never seen anything like it. “Oh fuck dude! That’s sick! Beautiful…hot as fuck…but sick!” Wyatt reached down and gently brushed his fingers over it. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen yet.”
“It is so fucking hot. Now, come on, we can take this even further if you’re willing.”
“Sure, if you say so.”
Wyatt and Harrison started passionately kissing while simultaneously exploring Jack’s insatiable hole with their hands. Harrison was the first to slide his arm back in, reaching almost two-thirds of the way up to his elbow as he thrust in and out. Wyatt took over next, going in about the same length but fisting Jack with a bit more force. They continued to switch off for some time.
Desiring even more, Jack exclaimed, "Both of you! I want to feel more of you inside me! Please!" He bellowed.
Wyatt slid his arm into Jack, going even deeper, all the way to his elbow. Harrison then joined him and slid his arm up to his elbow. Jack wailed in ecstasy as the two boys began to work their arms in his ass. They would move together and then alternate. They pistoned in and out hard and then slowed down. Each one took turns punching their fists into Jack’s ass. They linked their hands together and pounded into Jack’s ass like they were a battering ram. Jack’s screams and moans drove everyone to the brink.
“You know he can handle even more,” Harrison said to Wyatt.
“More? As in another fist?”
“Fuck yes! Let’s go for another fist.” Harrison smiled wickedly. “You ok with that sexy man?”
“Do whatever the fuck you want. Fucking stretch me as wide as you can. Just don’t stop!!”
“You guys are fucking outrageous.” Wyatt started lubing up his other arm. Harrison extended his other arm. “Are you fucking serious? That can’t even be fucking possible.”
“Oh, it is very fucking possible. Go right there.” Harrison pointed to what he thought was the best spot to try another hand. Wyatt tucked his thumb under his fingers and started to push. It took a little effort, but he was able to get his knuckles to spread Jack’s destroyed sphincter a little further. Jack yelped and groaned as Wyatt kept pushing.
“Hey Jack, you good? You want us to stop?”
“Fuck no! I want it all!!”
Wyatt heard that loud and clear and just forced his hand in. Jack let out a loud scream as Wyatt pushed his hand in deeper. He slid his arm up and down for a few strokes, making Jack emit primal noises of pleasure.
“Oh FUCK!! MORE!! I want more!! Fucking fist me hard!!” Jack screamed hoarsely.
Soon, boys were moving their arms at different speeds and depths. “Want to go for four?” Harrison asked.
“This is the fucking widest shit I’ve ever done. You sure about this?”
“YES!! FUCK YES!! FOUR!! DO IT!!!”
“There’s your answer, dude.” Harrison chuckled.
Harrison slid himself under the other three and started to push his fingers in first. Jack’s moans were wild, strained and otherworldly. Harrison formed his hand and then pushed. Jack’s ass resisted at first, but as Harrison pushed and Wyatt wriggled slightly, he made it through. Jack screamed like he was being torn open, which he kind of was.
“You ok, Jack?” Wyatt shouted, seeming a little concerned, but also completely turned on by this.
“Yesssss! Yesssssss…don’t stop…” Jack’s ass was stuffed to the brim with four arms all moving in some rhythm in and out, twisting and turning. The boys worked at Jack for a few more minutes before he shouted out. “UGGGHHH!!! No more! I can’t!! No more, please!!”
“Ok, Jack. We’re going to pull out now.” Harrison looked at Wyatt, “one at a time, ok? We will definitely fuck him up if we do it all at once.” Wyatt nodded as he pulled one arm out, a wet popping noise followed. Harrison slid one of his arms out and then Wyatt and then Harrison again. Jack’s ass was completely destroyed, his rectum pushing back out from the gaping hole.
“That was fucking intense. Holy shit. I never would have believed that was possible. Fuck, Jack. You’re amazing.”
“Oh no, you boys were amazing. Oh fucking hell…” Jack rolled over, looking back at the boys.
“Let’s shower and get to bed so we can fuck in the morning!”
“Oh, sorry dude. I have got to get out of here before anyone notices I’m here. I hope we can play again before you leave.”
“We sure can. You can fist my ass next time.” Harrison hugged Wyatt who just grabbed his clothes and ran off. Harrison crawled up and wrapped his arms around Jack, resting his head on Jack’s chest. “I fucking love the fuck out of you Jack Holden.”
“I fucking love the fuck out of you Harrison Holden.”
