In the corner tonight: three ruthless dommes, weighing in with fists, toys, and boots. In the opposite corner: Pig, hopelessly outnumbered and ready for the gangbang of his life. This isn’t fair — it’s a massacre, but he likes it!
From the opening bell, it’s chaos. Fists slam, toys ram, boots grind. One domme stretches him wide while another hammers him deeper, and the third lines up for the next strike. It’s an all-out anal fisting gangbang: Pig is not only opened up again and again, but also manhandled, deep-throated, pegged, and spat on. He’s nothing but their meat toy for their pleasure, every hole used and wrecked.
They don’t just outnumber him — they overwhelm him. Triple-teaming his holes, trading off weapons, even ganging up four hands at once. It’s not teamwork, it’s demolition. Every thrust, every slam, every stretch pushes him closer to collapse.
By the end, he’s not just overwhelmed — he’s obliterated. Three dommes, one sub, zero chance of survival. This is
