Chapter 5: Double anal
The air crackled. Matt’s grip on Ben’s hip was iron, pulling him close, forcing their lower bodies into alignment beneath Nina’s slow, deliberate descent. Ben gasped as the slick, impossible pressure returned. The dual stretch, the hot, tight slide as Nina took them both deep. But it was the other sensation that slammed into him, immediate and undeniable this time.
Their balls. Crushed together again beneath the join of her body. A heavy, warm knot of flesh mashed tight. Sweat-slick skin, coarse hair, the dense, vulnerable weight compressed against the mattress. It wasn't just contact; it was an intimate pressure cooker. With every slight shift of Nina’s hips, every involuntary flex of his own thighs, the compressed sacs rolled and pressed. The heat was intense, almost uncomfortable, yet weirdly grounding. A constant, inescapable reminder of exactly where they were connected, how deeply entangled they were.
Matt let out a low groan that vibrated through his grip on Ben’s hip. "Fuck, Red… that feels…" He trailed off, his breath hitching as Nina ground down in a slow circle. The movement squeezed their trapped balls tighter. "Different," Matt finally managed. "Like… I can feel everything. Him." He squeezed Ben’s hipbone for emphasis.
Him. Ben flinched internally. Matt acknowledging it so bluntly, naming the specific intimacy. The heat, the pulse he could feel against his own sensitive skin through the compressed flesh was Matt. Not just pressure. His brother’s anatomy intimately pressed against his own. It was primal, stripping away layers of detachment. His analytical mind, still reeling from the kiss, tried to categorize the sensation: pressure, heat, friction, the subtle throb of blood flow… but the sheer intimacy of it defied logic. It wasn't painful, not exactly, but it was overwhelming. A raw, vulnerable connection he couldn't escape.
"Yeah," Ben choked out, the word thick. He couldn’t lie. Couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel it too. The sheer physical reality was too strong. Nina’s inner walls rippled around both cocks buried deep inside her, a secondary wave of intense pleasure, but it was the foundation of their bodies mashed together below that anchored the entire experience. Each little roll of her hips turned the knot of compressed flesh into a point of intense focus.
Nina rocked forward, grinding her clit against the base of their conjoined shafts. Simultaneously, her motion pushed their hips downward. Their asses collided. Thump. A solid, sweaty impact that echoed the first time, but deeper, more resonant. Familiar, yet still shocking in its intimacy.
Matt grunted. "There it is." His hand tightened further on Ben’s hip, not pulling now, but anchoring, participating. He pushed back slightly against the pressure of Nina’s grind. Thump. Their buttocks met again, harder. "Christ, that’s… intense." He sounded less shocked this time, more… intrigued. Absorbed.
Thump. Thump. Nina set the rhythm again. Slow, deep grinds that filled her completely and drove their lower bodies together with relentless force. Ben felt every impact like a jolt. The solid muscle of Matt’s ass slamming into his own. The sweat creating a slick film between them. The way the collision vibrated up his spine. It was absurd, almost laughable in its intimacy, yet undeniably erotic. The raw physicality of it, the sheer force of connection demanded by Nina’s body, obliterated hesitation. Each thump was a beat pushing him further from thought, deeper into sensation.
He could feel Matt pushing back now, matching the pressure. Not resisting, but meeting it. Amplifying it. Their asses weren’t just colliding; they were actively grinding together with each downward thrust of Nina’s hips. The friction wasn’t just skin on skin; it was muscle compressing muscle in the dim, velvet heat. Ben’s breath came in short, sharp bursts. The pressure on their balls was constant, a heavy, warm ache that somehow intensified the pleasure radiating from where they were joined inside Nina. It was too much. All of it. The fullness, the friction above, the crushing heat and rhythmic pounding below. His body was coiled tight, every nerve ending screaming.
"Fuck, Nina," Matt rasped, his voice strained. He shifted his grip, his hand sliding from Ben’s hip around to the small of his back, pulling their torsos fractionally closer. The movement increased the pressure on their compressed balls and forced their asses into even tighter contact on the next downward grind. CRUNCH. The muffled impact felt deeper, more solid. "It’s… it’s so fucking close. All of it."
"Yeah," Ben gasped again, the analytical facade gone. His voice was raw, stripped bare. He could feel the tension coiling in Matt too, the tremor in the hand pressed against his back. The shared desperation was palpable. The blindfolds hid everything but the shared, overwhelming reality: sweat, heat, the wet sounds of Nina riding them, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of their bodies slamming together beneath her. It was a feedback loop of sensation, each element amplifying the others. The kiss, the taste, the impossible closeness… it all converged in this brutal, grinding union.
Matt’s breathing hitched. "Ben…" It wasn’t just his name. It was a question. A plea. A shared realization hanging heavy in the thick air.
Ben understood. The words formed in his own mind before Matt even spoke them aloud, born from the relentless pressure, the intimate friction, the terrifyingly blurred lines. He found himself nodding blindly, a shudder running through him. "Yeah," he whispered, the word barely audible over Nina’s ragged gasps. "Do it."
Matt’s grip tightened almost painfully on Ben’s back. His voice, when it came, was rough but clear, cutting through the haze. "Nina. Red."
She paused mid-grind, a low hum of inquiry vibrating in her throat. The sudden stillness was jarring. The pressure on their balls remained, the sweat-slick contact of their asses a constant, intimate anchor.
Matt took a shaky breath. "Fuck us." He paused, the weight of the next words hanging in the incense-laden air.
Matt took a shaky breath. "Fuck us." He paused, the weight of the next words hanging in the incense-laden air. "Double anal. Now."
Nina froze mid-grind, her breath catching. "Seriously?" Her voice was thick with disbelief, but a low thrum of excitement vibrated beneath it. She shifted her weight slightly, the movement making their trapped balls ache. "You guys sure?"
"Yeah," Ben rasped, the word escaping before he could filter it. Matt just nodded blindly, his grip tightening on Ben’s hipbone. "Do it."
Nina exhaled sharply, a sound like relief mixed with anticipation. She lifted herself off them completely, the sudden absence of pressure and heat making both brothers gasp. Cool air hit their wet skin. They heard her shuffle backwards on the mattress, the soft sound of her hands bracing herself. Then came the slick, unmistakable sound of lube being squeezed out, thick and generous.
Matt felt the mattress dip near his hip as Nina positioned herself. He braced, muscles tensing. Ben’s mind raced: This is insane. The pressure before was crushing… now? He felt the blunt, slick head of Nina’s finger press against his own entrance, circling briefly, preparing him too. The intimacy of it, blindfolded, knowing Matt was getting the same treatment inches away, sent a fresh wave of heat through him. Focus. Just sensation.
Then, the pressure returned. Not the slow slide of before. This was a deliberate, heavy descent. Nina lowered herself onto both shafts simultaneously, taking them deep into her ass. The stretch was immediate, intense, a burning tightness that stole Ben’s breath. Matt groaned, a deep, guttural sound ripped from his chest. "Christ, Red… tighter!"
But it wasn't just the tightness inside Nina. It was the crushing force between them. Their cocks, already pressed side-by-side inside her, were now jammed together with brutal, unyielding pressure. Every ridge, every vein felt amplified against the other. The friction wasn't just against her walls; it was cock grinding against cock within that incredible heat. Their balls were instantly mashed into a single, heavy, throbbing knot beneath the join of her body. Sweat poured, making the compression slicker, hotter, more inescapable. Like one fucking animal down there, Matt thought, dazed. Can't tell where I end and he starts.
Nina sank lower, taking them fully. The downward thrust forced their hips hard against the mattress. And there it was: the connection Ben dreaded and craved. Their assholes slammed together. Not just touching – pressed flush, tight and intimate. The sensitive rings of muscle met with shocking directness, sweat-slick skin sealing them. Every tiny clench from Ben, every involuntary spasm from Matt, was transmitted instantly. Oh god, he can feel that, Ben thought, mortified and electrified. He feels me clench.
Matt gasped, his hand instinctively flying from Ben’s hip to grip his own thigh. The sensation was overwhelming. The intense fullness inside Nina, the brutal pressure of Ben’s cock grinding against his own, the molten ache of their crushed balls… and now this. The intimate press of their assholes was a constant, low-level thrum of connection beneath the sharper sensations. Fuck. It’s everywhere. Him. Everywhere. He pushed back slightly against Ben, testing the contact. The answering pressure was immediate, solid. Real.
Nina began to move. A tentative rock at first. The friction inside her was intense, pulling a sharp gasp from her lips. But the movement below was seismic. Their assholes ground together with each shift, a slick, intimate friction that made Ben whimper. Their balls rolled painfully within the compressed knot. Matt groaned, low and continuous. "Harder," he managed to grit out. "Fucking… move."
She obeyed. Nina leaned forward, bracing her hands on their chests, and began to ride them in earnest. Up and down. Each downward plunge drove their hips together, forcing their assholes into relentless, rhythmic contact. Thump-grind. Thump-grind. The sound was obscene: wet skin slapping, their combined groans, Nina’s ragged breathing. Ben felt every inch of Matt against him – the hard muscle of his ass, the sweat-slick skin, the impossible intimacy of that sealed connection. It’s like we’re fucking each other through her, the thought flashed, terrifying and undeniable. He pushed back, matching Matt’s pressure, amplifying the grind.
Matt’s hand shot out again, blindly finding Ben’s forearm. He gripped it hard, anchoring himself. "Ben…" It was a gasp, raw and stripped bare. Not a question this time. An acknowledgment. A surrender to the brutal, shared reality. The pressure built, a coil winding impossibly tight. Nina’s pace quickened, her cries sharpening. Their assholes ground relentlessly. Their cocks burned against each other inside her. The knot of their balls pulsed, heavy and aching. The end was rushing towards them, inevitable, forged in sweat and pressure and impossible closeness. Matt’s grip tightened, his breath coming in desperate rasps. Ben arched his back blindly, pushing up into Nina, pushing harder against Matt, lost in the sensory storm.