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2004 July 28th Wednesday 16:39PDT - Teledildonic Reasons for a Day of Six Orgasms

By the time i emerged from the bathroom late Tuesday night, i had finished taking a shower, washing out my ass, and was already playing with five of my dildos. They were: the black silicone buttplug; the Clone of my own; the purple silicone; Perp (the perpendiculator); and "Shawn", a.k.a. SeanMichaels'Dong. I'd lubricated my anus with petroleum jelly while douching, and i had slathered water-based lube on each of the rubber toys.

The black silicone was the first to enter me, as has been my usual habit of late. It is shaped like a perfectly symmetrical but otherwise totally ordinary penis. It is smooth, with a distinct shape but not much of a superficial texture. When lubricated properly, it has very little friction. It is curved slightly, and leans on its small flared base which helped keep this plug from disappearing totally inside my rectum when i engulfed it. It is impervious to oil-based substances, never degrading like traditional rubber dildos, and is very easy to clean.

The Clone was the toy which i made with the "mould your own dildo" kit many months ago. It is shaped exactly like my genitals, ordinary except for its asymmetrical circumcision. I cursed and loathed my parents, the doctor, and the society which mutilated my penis when i was an infant. I despise them for chopping my foreskin off, and i have a hard time imagining that i will ever forgive such barbarism. How could there ever be compensation for such evil? What justice would suffice? Circumcision and other mutilation without the consent of the victim are crimes at least as severe as rape. As i rapidly fucked myself with this six-inch replica of my own cock, i tried very hard to find some way to absolve this offense committed against me when i was at my most innocent; but i failed to give any pardon, and so i decided to simply stop thinking about it. Some people call this "selective repression". I've heard Chomsky use the term "intellectual discipline" in a somewhat ironic way. I did my best to push away the feelings of hatred, but i couldn't stop thinking that my own evil cock with its HIV contagion would never scar anybody to the same extent that it had been damaged. I didn't wish AIDS on anybody, but i did catch myself wishing that people be punished with something equally horrible, as retribution for their atrocities.

The third toy on Tuesday night was the purple silicone buttplug which is a marvelous dildo of the same material as the black and bronze buttplugs in my toybox, but longer and differently shaped. It is almost a perfect cylinder, with only a slight curve, a rounded hemispherical tip, and a flat circular base which flares enough for it to stand upright. It is approximately nineteen centimeters long, and i enjoyed sliding it all the way in and out of my ass at high speed.

"El", a.k.a. the Elevator, is a dildo with a suction-cup base. It is shaped just like real genitals, but is much larger than ordinary. I think the length of the shaft could be less than eight inches, but its total size with scrotum and base is a couple inches more. I affixed this toy to the floor of the bathtub, applied water-based lubrication, inhaled a couple sniffs of poppers (probably isobutyl- [and/or cyclohexyl-] nitrites), and rode it in a squatting position, bracing myself with one hand on the wall and the other on the side of the tub. I exercised my legs, especially my knees and hips, as i thrust up and down repeatedly.

"Shawn'sDong" also has a suction-cup base, and is supposedly molded from the actual penis of porn-star Sean Michaels, but i think its size has been magnified by a factor of thirty or forty percent, in both thickness and length. The texture, pliability, flexibility, and replication of the original model are exquisite. I also rode this rubber cock in the bath quite a few times after i had finished douching, making sure that my large intestine was squeaky clean as i stuffed myself with this mind-and-body-expanding utensil of pleasure. I think the porn-star Sean Michaels is a very handsome man, and the dildo is colored just like his actual dick and balls, rich chocolate brown with a slightly purplish tint, and a hint of pink on the tip. I think my dead friend Shawn McFetridge was also a very handsome man; and in honor of the happy memories of my years with him, i enjoy calling this versatile dildo "Shawn". It is hefty enough to give me astonishing satisfaction, but not big enough to stop me from reaming my ass with it for hours at a time. After pleasuring my hungriest orifice with this magnificent friend, my earlier feelings of anger and resentment melted away as the night grew later. They were replaced with memories of companionship, fantasies of favor, and notions of love.

A while before midnight, when i was masturbating in the bathroom, i daydreamed about some porn i'd seen recently. Inspired by the stuff i've seen at the now (hopefully temporarily) defunct TieGuyUK.com, i shoved a silk handkerchief in my mouth, sealed it with lots of tightly-wrapped red duct-tape, and ejaculated all over the wall. I removed the tape with safety-shears, and it hurt a little bit as it stuck to the short hairs and skin on the back of my head. I cleaned up the bathroom, put a few toys away, left the towels hanging to dry as the fans blew at high speed, and retired to our largest room, where my bed is near the enormous window overlooking the ocean.

I protected the bed by covering it with vinyl sheets, tucking them around the edges of the mattresses. Then i threw some old towels and sheets on top, to help catch any greasy lube, piss, or jizz that could get flung around. I adjusted the angle of the venetian blinds so nobody would be able to see me through the window, but they were still open enough to permit the circulation of breezes. On my iMac, i selected some music by Ken Ishii, Ozric Tentacles, and the Irresistible Force. As these albums played on my stereo, i listened to my four speakers (a pair of Cerwin-Vega SE Series in front, and a pair of KLH for the rear channels of the Dolby Pro-Logic, center mode on "phantom") which projected a surround-field that engulfed me in harmonious sensations as i engulfed my toys.

Taking an extensive length of shiny black elastic, i wrapped my penis and most of my scrotum tightly. The rubber strap was wound in many layers, causing my cock to jut out stiffly. I had a drink of Shasta French Vanilla Cola, then i donned my rubber gas-mask. I stuck Shawn'sDong to the wall, and he dangled pendulously by his suction-cup. I poured some poppers on a wad of cotton and stuffed it into the hose which screwed to the air-intake of the gas-mask. The tight rubber pressing firmly against my face was a sexy sensation, and i backed up against the big dildo, jamming myself full of more rubber. My head spun and colorful circular patterns danced in my field of vision; the poppers almost made me nauseous, so i removed the hose and breathed fresher air instead. After riding Shawn for a few minutes, i dismounted, removed the tight rubber mask which had encased my head, and then flushed the rancid cotton down the toilet. Conscientious of my personal respiratory issues, i am careful not to over-indulge, so i try to pace myself carefully and quite slowly whenever i partake of any nitrite inhalation.

Ken Ishii's Future In Light pulsated on the stereo system; and i took a break, sitting at my iMac, typing my thoughts. I took my usual anti-retroviral medications, swallowing them with more cola. I carefully removed the rubber strap, and tendrils of pre-ejaculatory fluids dribbled thickly from the tip of my penis; then Wednesday began. Before selecting any more dildos from the toybox, i decided to ride Shawn'sDong yet again. My copy of Doctor's Orders was playing in the VCR, and i watched scenes of fisting, bondage, and watersports. I got one of my dingy old jockstraps, tied my cock and balls with a piece of rope, then wore the athletic gear over my swollen package. Placing my smooth board on the bed, i attached Shawn'sDong, squatted over him, and rode him vigorously. Then i propped the board against the wall, got on my hands and knees, and backed up against the dildo; i continued pounding my ass full with this toy. When my knees and back got slightly tired, i lied on my side, wielding the dong with one hand then the other, and repeatedly slid it all the way inside myself. After truly pressuring my sphincters for a while, i slipped Shawn'sDong back out, replaced it with the black silicone buttplug, wiped my hands clean, and sat at the desk again, typing my ideas in the TextEdit application on my computer.

When i was done resting for a few minutes, i went back to the toybox and chose Reamer. This smooth black dildo is enormous, perhaps more than thirty-three centimeters in length, more than seven centimeters in diameter at its base, tapering to a raunchy rounded tip with delicately curved indentations approximating some phallic shape. I poured some water-based lube on him, squatted over his height, lowered myself firmly until at least half of his mass was up my ass, got another whiff of poppers, then jacked my body intensely in a frog-like motion, fucking myself as forcefully as i could. His smooth surface was almost frictionless against my hole full of Crisco, and there was no way for me to resist shoving him deeply at a furious pace for several minutes, until the muscles in my legs finally reached their limits. The muscles in my buttocks evidently have much greater endurance.

After a brief respite, i went back to the toybox and found Krakatoa: the World's Largest Vibrating Rubber Dildo. I pulled my jockstrap forward and wrapped its white elastic straps around the base of my genitals. Smearing plenty of lube on the vibrator and my ass, i knelt slowly over Krakatoa's gigantic head, and pried my ass wide open until he was at least eight inches deep. I sniffed the poppers, lied back, and turned the vibrator's two dials up to maximum. Soon the sensations were forcing me to flail about, and i found myself inexorably squatting atop him again. After thrashing around in a frenzy for quite a few minutes, i slowed my pace and tried to focus on the videotape's porn scene: Johnny Rider and his friend were playing with tremendous dildos, some exactly like my own. A composition by MixMaster Morris (San Francisco by the Irresistible Force) began to play on the stereo, it's tender tremelo and arpeggiation dallying about as i sighed and bounced.

Ozric Tentacle's album Strangeitude began to play next, and it's frenetic tempos inspired me to heave myself wildly upon my vibrator. Rubbing my slick cock with one hand, i steadied the massive base of Krakatoa with the other. Incensed with a passion that i can compare to nothing else, i ingeminated my squatting motions in time with the diabolical songs, gasping and whispering to myself in a hysterical fit of zealous desire. Unable to stop quiet words from falling out of my mouth, i heard my own voice saying, "Oh yes, you do... you fucker... you impossible fucker... such a good fuck... gotta gotta gotta gotta Oh Shit! You Fucker!" and several thick ropes of cum arced sideways and outward from my dick. Gradually grinding to a halt, i raised myself off the vibrator, deactivated his rumblings, scooped up the creamy semen off the sheet, and rubbed my jizz all over my gaping hole and the surface of the triumphant dong. Daydreams of other dimensions floated through my mind. I stopped to catch my breath, then went to the kitchen and washed the grease off my hands. Choosing to rest my weary muscles for a little while, i sat in my comfortable office-chair in front of the computer, typing, humming to the sounds of Ozric Tentacles, and looking at more porn.

The Marinol gave me a slight sensation of hunger, so i went to the kitchen and consumed a couple of the maple cookies which were a gift from Kenny, plus more vanilla soymilk. Then i took "czar" Spelunker from the toybox, went back to my bed, and worked his wide, solid, squeezable goodness up my butt as i lounged in front of the porn on the television again. One of the most gorgeous men i've ever seen, by the name of Dean Rodney, made an appearance in the video. Lying on his back on a gurney, he pulled his ankles up above his elbows and aimed his wide hole at his friend, who proceeded to plow Dean with enormous dildos, then with his fist which was encased in a black rubber glove. Dean's ass was incredibly talented; and from every angle, he appeared to be one of the comeliest studs to ever grace the TV screen. Turned on tremendously by Dean Rodney's actions, i cranked Spelunker in my own ass.

I had secured my penis and balls in a metal triple-cock-ring, stretching my scrotum as my testicles were gently pulled away from my pelvis. As my dildo kept my ass occupied, i masturbated and smiled while Dean got punch-fucked by his buddy Nick's brutish-looking (but skillful) fist. The gloved hand forced Dean's maw to gape, and i was thrilled by the contorted expressions of intense pleasure and concentration on his face. After a few minutes, i reached another orgasm, my sperm squirting out onto my stomach as i rubbed my penis, and nine inches of Spelunker filled me satisfactorily. A minute later, i pulled the dildo out, wiped the cum off my tummy, cleaned my hands again, and sat at the iMac to type a little more while i relaxed my fatigued muscles. I had been awake for over nineteen hours, and i was surprised at how intensely my hormones were motivating me to stay up late, dildoing, wanking, sexercising, and getting deeply in touch with myself.

I lied on the bed again, put the black silicone buttplug up my ass, and fell asleep. I awoke a couple hours later, put on the leather head-harness, rubber inflatable butterfly-gag with locking O-ring gag, and blindfold. I masturbated and ejaculated again after a few minutes. Then i removed all of the bondage gear, kept the plug up my ass, and went to sleep again. A couple hours later, i woke up, wiggled the silicone in my butt, masturbated, and had another orgasm. The volume of semen was less and less each time i came, but it still felt wonderful. Still leaving the silicone embedded, i went to sleep for an additional four or five hours.

I awoke shortly after noon on Wednesday when Tony came into the room and peered out the window at the Bay. I rolled on my side and showed him the buttplug protruding from my ass, and he smiled. Then i removed it, got out of bed, and decided to have some coffee. The red helicopter flew past at 12:30PDT, and again at 13:00PDT. Tony brewed a pot of Colombian Arabica while i washed toys and put things away. We served our coffee with cream, sugar, and raspberry syrup. Then i took my usual medications, applied the antibiotic prescription ointment to my nostrils and fingertip, and sat at the computer, checking e-mail and reading articles.

After my coffee and computer time, i took a shower, checked the mail, and took the recyclables down to the bins. Then the handsome gentleman from UPS knocked on our door and delivered my order from eXtremeRestraints.com. I opened the huge box full of goodies and showed my new acquisitions to Tony. I got a Locking Male Anal Plug Harness made of leather and metal. I got a silicone penis-shaped plug which can be used alone, or with the harness. I received ten identical brass mini-padlocks, with universal keys. I got a Doc Johnson Inflatable Vibrating Butt Plug. I got the "Rear Ender", which is a thick, curved, squeezable silicone ass toy that can be used alone or with the harness. I got a Locking Penis-shaped Pump Gag which can be strapped to the face and inflated into the mouth. I got a Rubber Penis Gag with Airway which can be used to fill the mouth, but it has a breathing tube-- possibly fun for breath-control and watersports. I got a Premium Locking leather Hood with snap-detachable blindfold and gag, leather laces, and a clever clasp on the collar which can be padlocked. Finally, i got "Gargantua", a seventeen inch Cock with Balls made of hefty rubber-- this monumental toy from Domestic Partners is probably the largest dildo i've ever owned, and is perhaps bigger than all but three or four of the rubber dildos i've witnessed in my entire life.

I slipped my cock and balls through the metal ring of the anal plug harness, then locked two of the three straps in place. I affixed the penis plug to the strap of the harness that goes underneath the pelvis, lubed it, and slid it all the way up my ass, about seven or eight inches deep. Then the third padlock was closed, and pre-cum was already oozing from my dickhead. I took the locking penis pump gag, forced it into my mouth as far as it would penetrate, fastened it in place with another padlock, then inflated it until it filled my mouth, blocking my sinuses and making me drool. I unsnapped the leather hood's gag and blindfold, loosened the laces, and pulled it over my head. Then i tightened the laces and tucked them under the collar. The collar was then padlocked shut, making the hood inescapable. I took a whiff of poppers, then snapped the blindfold over my eyes. Lying back on my bed, i rubbed my stiff cock and felt the plug deep in my ass as i choked on the inflated rubber in my mouth. In the darkness, panting and gurgling, i blew a load of jizz all over my thighs and stomach. Then i deflated the gag, removed the blindfold, undid the padlock of the hood's collar, removed the hood, unlocked the gag, removed it, and wiped the jizz off my skin. With the buttplug still locked up my ass, i sat at the desk and wrote about my new toys.

A little while later, i unlocked the three buckles of the harness, removed the buttplug, and cleaned up. It was 16:30PDT and i felt like having some lunch.

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