Edwin tilted his head curiously as he pulled his thumb out, then pushed all five fingers back into the hole. It was so slick with cum that no additional lubrication was needed. He twisted his fingers inside the cum-drenched hole, slowly pushing them deeper—like soaping up a tight ring to remove it, but in reverse.
Thunk!
“HAAAAHNG!”
His unusually large fist slid inside the hole with surprising ease. The slender beauty with a deceptively stretchy ass kicked his legs helplessly in the air. It was a futile struggle.
“It’s all the way in.”
Edwin chuckled softly, pulling his fist out completely before slamming it back inside. The merciless fist-fucking made Leira scream in overwhelming pleasure—his hole stretched around the massive intrusion, leaving him no chance to escape.
Edwin explored the soft yet resilient inner walls with his fingers, pushing his wrist inside. When he pulled back out, his arm—coated in hole juices—glistened transparently in the sunlight. He wanted to smell his own scent on his arm but restrained himself, instead ramming his fist back into the hole.
Leira’s eyes rolled back as he drooled, his hole spraying clear fluid with every brutal thrust of the knuckled fist. “Does this even feel good?” Edwin murmured in surprise, but Leira was beyond answering. His face twisted between grimaces and vacant smiles, his expression crumbling with each impact.
Just a little deeper and it’ll all come out. Edwin probed the deep, winding passage, but the curved tunnel made it impossible to scrape out the remaining cum with just his arm or cock.
“Leira, this isn’t working. Maybe I should give you an enema.”
“No… Ah, don’t… please…”
“You don’t even know what that is.”
Edwin smirked at Leira’s automatic refusal. He shook the cum-drenched arm and gripped his veiny cock. Leira’s face—eyes and mouth slack, even drooling—was so cute that Edwin poked it with the tip of his cock.
“Drink it from your mouth or your hole?”
Huh? The dark cock playfully slapped his cheek. It was a joke, but Leira didn’t respond. Disappointed, Edwin kissed his lips and pulled him down, positioning him on top. Gripping Leira’s knees, he lifted his ass so the fist-stretched hole faced upward, aligning his cock with the gaping hole. The hole was so loose it didn’t even need stretching—just a wide-open void.
“Should I do it?”
What…? Too exhausted to protest, Leira lay there with his hole exposed as Edwin relaxed his body. The sound of liquid began.
Splashhh…
Yellow urine rushed into the hole like water filling an empty jar. The torrent of piss shocked Leira into sobbing, but the cock plugged the passage so tightly that the enema filled him all the way past his rectum. As his once-smooth belly swelled, Edwin lifted him up, folding his legs so they faced the same direction, his cock still buried inside. He turned Leira’s body slightly.
“Hngh… Hik…”
“Stop making weird noises.”
The noises turn me on. Edwin wrapped his thick arms around Leira’s thighs, lifting him like a child peeing. The massive cock sealed the hole perfectly, trapping every drop inside. After holding him for a while, letting the piss slosh inside, Edwin finally pulled out.
Gush… Drip… Glug…
At last, the cum trapped deep in his rectum mixed with urine and gushed out in thick clumps. It was like a full colonic with his husband’s piss.
“Hiiik… Hik…”
“Shhh… Good boy. Now it’s all out. Just a little more, Leira.”
Edwin whispered in his ear like he was helping a child pee, rubbing the piss-dripping hole. Is it all out? He probed inside, and sticky fluid coated his fingers. Pressing his large hand against Leira’s belly as he neared unconsciousness:
“Hngh… Hik…”
Glug… Drip… Splash…
The hole—stretched by horse-cock, fists, and piss—finally expelled the last of the urine and cum. The gaping black hole, wide enough to fit a newborn’s head, made obscene sounds as air escaped. Edwin pinched the stiff nipple with a smirk.
“Feels so good you can’t even clench your hole?”
The hole had stretched so wide that not just a fist, but a foot could fit between Leira’s splayed legs.
Finally emptied and cleaned, Leira’s belly returned to its usual flatness. Edwin patted his trembling body, now reeking of piss and cum, and carried him to the riverbank. He wanted to wash him properly—bringing him back to the estate like this was impossible. Gently cleaning the filthy ass and hole, he wiped away the cum crusting his face. The dried fluids turned slick again in the water.
After the terrifyingly possessive sex, Leira lay limp in Edwin’s arms, too exhausted to feel the cold water on his skin. His mind was hazy, his body completely drained.
Edwin hastily dressed them both over their damp bodies—the heat would dry their clothes quickly. Leira, usually cool to the touch even in summer, leaned heavily against his broad shoulder, blinking weakly. His arm draped loosely, and something caught on his fingernail—a sharp, foreign sensation. He whimpered weakly at Edwin.
“Edwin…”
“Yes. I’m here.”
The answer was gentle.
“This… my hand…”
Too wrecked to examine it properly, Leira could only vaguely see a dark fragment under his nail. Half-conscious, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. When he fussed about the uncomfortable sensation, Edwin inspected his hand—half the size of Leira’s own.
“…”
Take it off… What is that? Normally so attentive, Edwin gave no answer. Before Leira could question it further, Edwin dismissed it casually.
“It’s nothing.”
As if it truly were nothing, he brushed it off and redressed Leira in his ruined clothes, hurrying back toward the estate. They’d have to slip in through the garden’s back gate to avoid the servants. Leira closed his long-lashed eyes, lulled by the steady movement.
Then darkness fell.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
