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2004 August 9th Monday 13:44PDT - Enthralled

Friday at noon, i took a shower. Tony checked the mail, and my new DVD had arrived: Nice Weather for Ducks by the charming group known as LemonJelly. Then i went to Xing's Panda Palace and picked up some Moo Goo Gai Pan, Shrimp in Garlic Sauce, fried rice, and Egg Drop soup for Tony and myself. After we had lunch, i watched an episode of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, then fell asleep, exhausted from Friday morning's exercise. I awoke six or seven hours later, and i had been dreaming about food. In my dream, stacks of frozen food toppled over like dominos. Tony fucked me for a little while, then he jizzed deep inside my ass, which made me feel good.

I got out of bed and reheated some leftovers, then snacked while i spent time online. My feet were very slightly sore, but mostly improved as compared to the previous days. The Marinol which i had consumed many hours earlier was still stimulating my appetite, as evidenced by my dream. When i had finished the rest of my healthy Goo, i spent some time on my iMac.

Still hungry from the exercise and appetite stimulants, i had a bagel with cream cheese and turkey slices. Then i had some chocolate Pop-Tarts. Tony and i watched the rest of our videotaped television: more Daily Show, and an episode of The Graham Norton Effect. I microwaved some frozen food: Thai curry noodles with chicken, shrimp, and mixed vegetables. Then i slept for another long period of time. I awoke occasionally, and mentioned some of my dreams to Tony. I told him that i had seen Shawn McFetridge, Rob S, my sister Aimee, Tony, and other people at different times. There were more dreams about food, more dreams about school, and another sequence in which i worked at René's again. I recalled working in the dairy department, seeing many refrigerated shelves of milk and eggs stacked up. On this pleasant Saturday morning, Tony and i continued to sleep for many more hours, until i finally got out of bed after noon. As i brewed coffee, i noticed that my joints were sore and my muscles were tired from the exertion of the previous day. But i felt good inside.

I played some MahJong in the afternoon-- by myself, as well as online at Yahoo Games. It was fun to hang out with my 3Faan buddies for a while. Then Tony and i made a big salad with many vegetables, and i made some dressing, plus we fried bacon to use as a topping. I telephoned Xing's and ordered an extra large PuuPuu Platter and General Tso's Chicken. I drove over and picked it up, brought it home, got the mail on the way in, and then we had dinner. I ate until i was really stuffed, then we cleaned up, and i had a couple fortune cookies. The first said, "You have given some thought to a different life style", and the second said, "Today will be pleasant, your life will be prosperous." How auspicious are those? My buddy Nic says that coincidence may be merely some form of localized de-emphasis of entropy.

We saw a wonderfully colorful sunset, and the contrails of many distant jets made the sky even more picturesque. Some of the greens and blues were lovely faded hues reminiscent of mother-of-pearl, nearly turquoise. After dark, i turned on the television to some reruns of Law & Order while i sat at my desk and putzed around on the computer. After midnight, i ate more leftovers, and we watched The Venture Brothers on Adult Swim, then an old movie with W.C. Fields: The Bank Dick ("Ever do any boondoggling, my good man?").

We slept for about six hours, until about 10:00PDT, then cramps in my feet woke me up; this had happened several times during the previous week. But i was able to go back to sleep for an additional six hours, until Tony and i became conscious around 16:00PDT. Then we masturbated and kissed, and i orgasmed while his lips were pressed firmly against mine, and then vice versa. I told Tony what i remembered from a few of my dreams: My little sister Amanda has been pregnant, she had a baby yesterday, and today she is already returning to work; i think this is strange. My mother has a vegetable garden; i'm arguing with her as we all ride in a vehicle. I'm wearing a backpack and walking up a steep hill; the backpack is so heavy, it causes me to topple over. We got out of bed and made coffee. In the afternoon sunshine, i saw many sailboats and other craft out on the Bay. Several very large commercial vessels-- barges and tugboats-- were moored at the pier in front of the cliffs below our street.

While i was checking my e-mail, i encountered my buddy Rod on Yahoo Messenger. I had a very friendly chat with him-- it's so nice to have a friend who shares some common interests. He and i both have many of the same enthusiastic attitudes about dildos, about the way we like to use our bodies, about the way we feel towards certain kinds of exercise and pleasures. Conversation with Rod reminded me that there is so much value in trying not to be completely anti-social all the time. Then i spent a few hours web-surfing, playing Mah Jong, reading news articles, and just dawdling around. L'Électrique from NetMusique was playing a consistently high-quality mix. I snacked on some fresh blueberries, then later ate leftover General Tso's Chicken as the sun was setting. There were several seals lying around on the breakwater made of floating logs tethered near the shoreline; through the binoculars, i saw a couple of the seals humping each other.

After dark, i made a pot of tea, which i shared with Tony. Then i used my clippers to shave my head; i perform this grooming almost once per month. I took a shower, meticulously ensuring that any tiny slivers of hair were washed away. While i was under the running water, i used a single-blade disposable razor to remove the hair from my scrotum, the base of my dick, and the crack of my ass; i perform this grooming almost every week. Hydrotherapy consumed a large amount of time during the earliest hours of Monday morning, as i cleaned myself inside and out.

Keeping very much with my current trends, i first started playing with the Black Silicone buttplug, which is one of my smallest toys. It's shaped like a real penis, it's exceptionally smooth and frictionless when well-lubricated, and it has been my starter dildo almost every time i cleaned out my ass in the shower during recent weeks. Using a few dabs of vaseline to help ease the tip of the aluminum shower-shot douche nozzle into my anus, i rinsed my rectum repeatedly. Then i smeared the buttplug with a water-based gel, and was soon getting my ass muscles open and accomodating to penetration of varied speed. Progressing to another inch or two of depth, i played with my new black rubber buttplug, which is also shaped like a penis (slightly larger than the silicone, but still not particularly big). When i was confident that i was completely hygienic inside and out, i relocated to my usual playspace. My bed was covered with plastic, then the bed and surrounding carpet were covered by old sheets and towels; so i could slop and squirt any grease or jizz with abandon, without worry that any furniture would be mussed.

During the course of the morning, i listened to albums by Plaid, a.k.a. the Black Dog, including Double Figure, Trainer, Spanners, and Rest Proof Clockwork; and my three volumes of the Feed Your Head compilations on Planet Dog Records. After those first two buttplugs, i reamed myself with the KongRealistic, taking it all the way to the base, all the way out, over and over until it made me groan, gurgle, and dribble from my dick. Reamer was the next toy i used, a super smooth black toy which feels like Nerf (PlowBoy) but is shaped in a gradual taper with almost no significant flare around the head whatsoever. Many repetitive squats and bounces were practised on him, until i was opened wide enough to use Krakatoa. This volcanic dildo is my most massive vibrator, shaped like a wicked penis that would belong to a four-meter tall devil if it were proportional to his manly physique. I rode on that diabolical device many times, until i was digging myself a new asshole.

Backing down a little on the scale of viciousness, i picked my next dildo from the toybox: Thor, sold as the "Dick Rambone". In my kneeling position which best matches his height, i rode him as though possessed desperately, inhaling a few hits of poppers from a fresh bottle. Fully dilated and receptive, i moved along to my next toy: the inflatable vibrating buttplug. I worked this plug up my ass, then inflated it fully, while cranking the speed controls slowly up to the highest setting. Stretching my anus a few inches wide, i moved the entire base all the way into my ass, then took the rubber buttplug shaped and sized just like an actual penis, inserted that simultaneously, and nearly pressurized myself until my brains wanted to trickle out. Drooling, slobbering, panting and groaning, i arranged myself until my squatting position was flush with the surface of the mattress beneath my bent legs; with the objects at maximum insertion, dilation, and vibration, i squeezed my cock and balls until sperm flew in splotches before me.

I removed the toys, and wiped my semen over the surface of the vibrating buttplug, then popped it back in until the base was even with my butthole, reinflated it quickly, and lied back in a daze. Although i'd just had an orgasm which seemed to exhaust me slightly, i was somehow able to continue stimulating myself without going utterly insane. I sniffed another whiff of poppers to enhance my tolerance for penetration, then used a couple fingers to start forcing the base of the vibrator up inside myself, continuing until it was several inches beyond my anus, and only the rubber inflation hose and plastic power cable protruded. I just chilled, flat out on my back, squinting as the light of dawn gradually increased the illumination of the room around me, and the vibrations penetrated through my spine and skull until i sensed an almost audible harmonic connection between my mind, my chakras, and the frequency of the toy's pulsations as i flexed internal muscles and wriggled it tightly in the walls of my colon.

Eventually i could not stop my rectum from involuntarily squeezing until the vibrator was ejected, like a cannonball made of a balloon encasing a buzzing flared rod. I turned it off, and picked up my rubber black buttplug. Smearing water-based lube over its penis shape, i slicked it up and then coaxed it into my ravaged sphincter. When its entire seven inches were embedded and an additional inch-thick trunk was clenched by my anus, only its flared base protruded. Mostly i lounged in various positions of relaxation as i listened to the next few songs by Plaid; but occasionally i would tug at its base, sliding it out a few inches and then back in all the way. I felt a pressure on my bladder, so i went and took a piss while i kept the buttplug completely embedded. The sensation was just scrumptious-- nearly enough to drive a "meow" from my throat as i leaned over my toilet.

The day grew slightly brighter, and the clock showed a few minutes after 07:00PDT. Returning to my toybox, i took out my new polyvinyl black buttplug which has a rather wide flare and steep curve, and attached it to the fitting on the locking leather and steel buttplug-harness with cock-ring. I slipped my genitalia through the metal ring, then slipped my other triple-metal-cock-ring over my dick and scrotum; my nuts were pulled through the hoops and away from my pelvis, then held tightly in place with a leather ball-stretcher. A leather cock-ring went under the metal rings, tightening around the base of my dick and balls; i then slid the curved plug all the way up my butt, maybe six inches deep. Pulling the straps tightly, i buckled them in place, and all of the equipment was affixed so i could not escape the constant forced penetration. Adding psychologically to the playful sense of coerced sodomy, i took three small padlocks and clicked them through the special hooks that latched each buckle; now there was no way to unplug myself without taking the time to unlock one or more of the fastened straps; i savored the intense pressure up my ass and the severe tightness around my cock.

I sat at my iMac and spent quite some time writing: a few paragraphs in my journal, and editing a few pages of some fiction which i'd been trying to create. As i hunched forward in my chair, my balls and anus began to ache. Eventually, at least thirty minutes after i had initially slipped the blunt vinyl fang into my rectum, i could take no more of this intense probe. I stood up and contemplated removing all the hardware; but then i got an idea which pushed me way beyond my ordinary tolerance.

I pulled on the dingy white jockstrap and wrapped its spandex-blended fabric around the base of my genitals. Then i wore my grimy burgundy T-shirt which was still raunchy from the last time i had played. With everything still cinched uncomforably tight around my pelvis, thighs, ass and buttcrack, i sat back on my bed, scooted up against the pillow and the wall, and positioned myself so the cockring at the conjunction of the buttplug-harness straps wasn't pinching my dick too much. This meant that the plug was curved as far as it would go inside my rectum, its base squeezed up into the crack of my ass and wedged such that it was unmovable. I took the fourth padlock and placed the identical keys on the shelf next to my right hand, within reach for when i expected to need them desperately a few minutes later.

My new inflatable penis-bulb-gag which is mounted on locking leather straps was pulled very tight, then i snapped the padlock shut. The inflation tube for this gag had been threaded through the small hole over the mouth of my five-strap leather head-harness. I pulled the straps behind my head and around my neck, until they were on the tightest setting that did not quite pinch my neck. Next, i donned my padded velcro blindfold, fastened it tightly behind my head, and was then in utter blackness. I gradually cinched the three remaining straps of the head-harness until they were in their tightest possible positions, and the penis-gag was jammed into me, making an unstoppable mouthful on which i slobbered and gagged gleefully.

Now working by feel, i slid into a more upright position, unscrewed the lid on the little bottle of poppers, sniffed deeply, closed them again, placed them aside, then began gently pumping the inflator of the gag. I squirmed and slid down into a more reclined pose, and continued expanding the tasty gag until its rubber form nearly filled my entire mouth and throat, barely allowing the slightest gasp of air in as i sucked hard, and only just allowing a slow wheeze and snivel as i exhaled. The whole convoluted process of arranging this rape of my face and severe violation of my throat had taken quite a while; the buttplug had become severely uncomfortable, and i squirmed in a most bedeviled fashion, my body wracked with sensational spasms and occasional convulsions as i wretched on the gag.

Giving a final squeeze so my mouth was filled with an impossible amount of tight rubber, i could no longer manage to get more than a faint, ineffective, desperate hiss through my nostrils. As i pulled my taut scrotum down against the bed, the base of the buttplug in its harness fixture pressed against the back of my nuts and rubbed nastily against them. My other hand stroked my rigid cock in an increasing pace; my head pounded and i felt my esophagus and diaphragm wretching uncontrollably as involuntary peristalsis attempted to cause me to barf over the insane throat-stuffing. Somewhere deep inside my lungs, muffled screams were barely audible, rhythmically matched to the wrenching of my rectal muscles, pelvic thrusts, and stifled upheaval which was almost like vomiting. Warm gobs of snotty semen flung over my hands, nuts, thighs and legs; my mind reeled, almost stunned into a stupified daze in which i felt as though i could pass out with the intensity and drift into an eternal moment.

Then the pleasure subsided slightly, and the moment collapsed into the sort of panic that i seem to induce occasionally with my diabolical (some might say magically cruel) ministrations of self-love. Clutching wildly at the inflation bulb, i pressed the button which immediately allowed the air pressure to be released, and swallowed the saliva which had collected around my blocked oral passage. Sniffing long and deep, i finally got some fresh breaths into my lungs, and the intensity of the panic subsided. With considerably more aplomb, but still trembling hands, i unfastened each of the five straps and tore the head-harness from my face. Then i ripped open the velcro of the blindfold and emerged blinking and snorting into the morning light. I grabbed desperately at one of the keys on the shelf, fiddled for two seconds to unlock the buckle behind my neck, and let the sensual black rubber and leather of my face-rapist pop free from my lips at last. I dropped everything with a clanking of steel into a heap around where i sat, wheezing softly as the excruciating torment of my anus and crotch nearly exceeded my composure.

I took the interchangeable key, and worked to unfasten padlocks from the buckles of the buttplug-harness whose leather was tightly squeezed over my pelvis. I unlocked the straps, let the plug pop out of my ass onto the bed, and an "Argh!" of relief escaped me. Then i unfastened my cockring, slipped my genitalia out of the steel, and was completely unencumbered at long last. The overwhelmingly passionate ejaculatory and convulsive sensations had given way to an astonished sense of relief. I sat there, utterly naked, glistening with seminal fluids and perspiration, catching my breath, stunned and quiet, contemplative.

After a few minutes, i eased out of my reverie, got up into a kneeling position, picked up my inflatable vibrating buttplug, shoved it deeply into my mouth until it nearly gagged me at the back of my throat, and slobbered my spit all over it. When its entire surface was slick again, i reached under my asscrack and slid it into my asshole which was now unable to offer more than the slightest resistance. It made me moan as i lodged it inside, its base pressed against the outside of my anus, and then i quickly gave the bulb four or five firm squeezes, inflating it until my rectum was stretched to the max again. With my thumb, i slid the controller dial to the highest vibration setting. Then i stood up, walked over to my desk, sat at my chair which i pulled up close until i could reach my keyboard comfortably, and rested the controller and inflator-bulb over my hips.

Positioned in this happy post-exercise bliss, i typed a couple pages of this journal entry, feeling the continuous buzz of my toy as it wracked my tailbone and buttocks with every squeeze and pucker of my sphincters. Several times as i sat there, drops of triumphant post-ejaculatory liquid seeped thickly from the tip of my penis. I didn't touch it; i just looked at it hanging from the edge of my cock, until a tendril dragged against the terrycloth towel on which i was sitting. I rubbed my fingertips over the opening of my urethra, gathering the glob of jizz, then pressed my hand to my lips and licked this snooge with a most exquisite satisfaction.

As the plug continued to make soft buzzing sounds and send powerful vibrations up along my coccyx, a refreshing sensation penetrated my basal chakra, making me smile as i felt imaginary petals of warmth opening within the base of my brainstem like the bulb of an invisible lotus. I willed myself to breath more slowly and deliberately; i stopped typing and tried to sit perfectly still. I could sometimes manage fifteen or perhaps even twenty seconds of serenity; then an involuntary wave of peristalsis would flex up and down the length of my colon toward my anus, causing the vibrator to shift its internal position a few millimeters to and fro. I'm not sure how many minutes i was able to maintain this gentle but constant state of stimulation balanced with relaxation. Finally, i opened my eyes and typed some more; then i stood up, went back to the playspace where i sat at my bedside, and looked around at all the toys. I tried to consider which might be my next choice for fun and excitement. The clock indicated that it was now after 09:00PDT.

At last, i deactivated the vibrating buttplug, let it deflate and slide out of my ass, then went to the toilet to piss again. All the muscles in my lower abdomen, back, buttocks, crotch, thighs, and upper legs had been so tremendously exercised. It took a while for the confused sensations to sort themselves out, as i sat patiently on the john. Then i felt a slow trickle of urine finally begin to flow, and i sighed as my body shivered for a moment, wagging my head almost unconsciously as a new plateau of relaxation was achieved. Then i opened my eyes, flushed the toilet, stood up with a creaking of my joints, and returned to my bed. That crafty inflatable buttplug called to me again; silently, telepathically, it beckoned in my imagination, insisting that it work its way inexorably back through my anal sphincter, until it could be positioned so its unyielding vibrations punctured some layer of my daydreams, buzzing through my mind until i was mad with the stimulation.

I slipped the tip into my ass, then began reinflating it. I nudged the dial and caused its tremors to start back up, then sat back and stretched out my legs as i squeezed the plug with my rectum. Fully engorged, i could feel its rounded shape filling me now, sending contractions back and forth as my sphincters squeezed it inside. Then with a couple fingers, i applied gentle pressure to the base, gradually stretching my anus wide enough to allow the entire object to enter once more. When only the tube and cord were hanging out of my asshole, i gave the bulb another squeeze, and began writhing uncontrollably.

On the verge of tears, i moaned and squirmed, feeling its power coursing through my inner passages, tingling and trickling into my brain somehow, clouding my thoughts but clarifying my purpose. I rubbed my crotch with my left hand; my right hand was reaching into my asscrack, my fingers grazing my anus; then pushing through the opening, alongside the trembling plug, i worked a couple knuckles into my ass, wiggling the vibrator as i flailed on the bed. With my mouth closed, a stifled groan of anguish rose up through my throat and then trailed off as small orgasmic pulsations caused yet another series of dribbles to flow from the tip of my cock. Several fresh gobs of jizz ran over my hand, and i opened my eyes in utter astonishment; with a firm "Haahh-rruuUNGGH!", i felt myself ejaculating, crying, and jiggling in ecstasy. I pulled my fingertips out of my ass, and began to bear down forcefully with my muscles, trying desperately to push the whole buttplug back out. Its base was so wide and its length was inflated to such a fat shape, it just barely slid down from the depths of my insides. With a final squeal, the toy suddenly popped out, and my body wrenched uncontrollably for a moment. A couple sprays of piss were flung forcefully from my semi-limp dick; then as my hand touched the shaft of my penis, i flinched and squeaked again, as one final pulse of semen spilled out. My spine arched and my head snapped forward as i gasped in surprise as this climax finally bubbled down. Dizzy and weak, i breathed heavily and stretched out across the bed, unwilling or unable to budge any further.

When i'd had a few minutes to come to my senses, i sat up and evaluated all the toys jumbled around me. Something in my brain said, "Fuck me MORE! I want more More MORE MOOOOORE!!!", and i grabbed the relatively tiny black silicone buttplug off the bed. I snatched the container of water-based lube and squeezed a dab onto the silicone, then jammed the whole plug up my ass until its base was against my anus and its head was a full five or six inches inside me again. Leering maniacally, i walked back to the desk, sat firmly on the chair so the buttplug remained stuck in its satisfyingly deep position, wiped my hands on a paper towel, and typed a few more paragraphs in my journal. As i sat listening to Plaid and clicking away at the keys, i slowly returned to a calmer state of mind; i focused on some fiction that i had been composing, re-read a large section, and made some minor edits.

Eventually, at quarter past ten o'clock, it seemed like i might at last be satiated dildonically. I left my desk and went back to my bedside, slowly pulled the silicone back out of my completely raped asshole, and touched the edge of the opening with my fingertips. When i relaxed and allowed the muscles to sag, it felt like my anus was gaping open, permitting perhaps more than a centimeter of dilation. A small blob of shiny wet crisco dripped out of my butt and landed on the sheet below me; i happily rubbed my wet crack with my hands, massaged my scrotum for a minute, then went back to the toilet for another tiny piss. In a state of full satisfaction, i proceeded to fill the kitchen sink with hot soapy water, and washed my toys meticulously.

I conscientiously cleansed each dildo, then placed all of them back in the toybox, which was left open so they would air-dry... all except one item. The relentlessly addictive vibrating inflatable buttplug had me enthralled by its formidable powers. Utterly enamoured of his ability to go from a nice bit of penetration to a suddenly oversized hyperstimulation in a matter of moments, i looked upon the plug with a strange compulsive lust which displayed a level of obsession that was uncommon, even for me. Licking and kissing the plug, i slurped over its surface until it shined with my saliva, then pressed its slick tip back up under my asscrack. With a quick thrust, i pushed it all the way in to the base. Then i sat back on the bed, squeezed the bulb several times until the inflation caused tremendous pressure inside me, and cranked the dial until the jitters resonated at maximum speed again.

Squirming and sighing, i revelled in my lunacy, glancing longingly at another toy which sat on a bookcase near the other side of the bed. I'd acquired a tremendous dildo recently, and its makers called it "Gargantua", a monstrosity of almost unbelievable size. It hulked over forty centimeters tall, and its mass was five kilograms; i had checked my solo weight on my digital scale in the bathroom, then calculated the difference as i held the gigantic fucking dildo in my arms and measured again. For several days, i had been trying to decide what name i would personally give to this item, the largest dildo i have ever owned in my life. As i lied across the bed, purring and humming while the vibrations from the inflated plug pulsated through me, i leaned toward the pendulous Gargantua and nuzzled its head, which was as thick as one of my legs. I kissed it, pressed my face against its nefarious black surface, inhaled its specific rubber scent, and made up my mind.

Max Planck won the Nobel Prize for Physics in 1918. He deduced the specific relationship between the energy and frequency of radiation, and proposed the revolutionary (but now universally accepted) idea that any resonation of energy can only take on discrete values or quanta. The energy of a resonator is mathematically equal to the product of its frequency and a universal constant; this constant has been determined rather precisely as 6.626068 times the negative 34th power of 10, in units of meters-squared times kilograms per second. All time, energy, matter, and space in the known universe is ultimately divisible into units no smaller than (and probably exactly equal to) these quanta; hence, he described the basic principle of what is now viewed as Quantum Mechanics. The name of Max Planck has come to be revered, as he helped advance profound scientific truth; in his native Germany, he dared to be an outspoken foe of the Nazi regime and its murderous tactics during the 1930s and 1940s. One of his own sons was executed for treason after a failed attempt to assassinate Hitler.

The eponym also sounds vaguely titillating, when used as the inspiration for the title of my newest, largest, most undeniably hefty dildo. It is the most heavy, solid, unforgiving probe to ever come near my body. It is a joy to the Max. In my wildest fantasies, it will make an unforgettable sound when i finally succeed in someday driving it through my pelvic opening, onomatopoeically proclaiming its namesake with a shocking "PLANCK!!!" which will resound through my life, pound through my ass, astound me to the core of my being. "Max Planck": i named him with honor, respect, and awe for his powers.

Lounging next to my new friend Max, i continued to squirm on the buttplug as it jiggled and hummmMMMmmmed up my ass. I kept inflating it, feeling its fullness stretching me; then deflating it, letting the intensity subside briefly; over and over, as my exhausted muscles flexed and agonized. It was now after 11:00PDT, and i was still awake, continuing to work my hole; i was a singularly uncommon crackhead whose most noticeable addiction was a desire to constantly fuck myself silly, beyond the point of exhaustion, until my tendons and joints ached and protested. Reclining in my own puddle of sweat, piss-drops, lubricants, and seminal emissions, i lolled luxuriously, toying with daydreams of somehow being able to sleep while continuing to keep this device embedded inside me. I realized that it would probably not stay in place unless i locked it in again, but i didn't think i could be comfortable with the harness and steel cock-ring arrangement any more on this morning.

Knowing that i was nearly at the utmost limitations of my physical capacities, i understood that i was not going to be able to harness it forcefully into my ass again on this day; but i was yet able to writhe and squirm as it filled me. I tormented myself repeatedly by inflating, deflating, and inflating it again; then i sniffed another hit of poppers, and nudged myself over the edge once more. Squeezing my cock with my right hand, i worked the fingers of my left hand under the base of the plug, and pushed it all the way through my anus, continuing for a couple inches, until it absolutely would not penetrate any further. Stuffed to the limit, my ass convulsed and my body spasmed with the effort. I closed my eyes and fantasized about being held captive by an android/friend/sex-maniac which would lock this vibrator into my ass for days relentlessly; growling and snarling, i came again; this orgasm forced a "nyuh... nyuhhh... nyuAAAIIeee!!" from my throat, and the muscles in my chest and stomach nearly cramped as my whole body stiffened. Two small white spurts of cream popped out of my dickhead, then i grabbed the inflation bulb and released the valve suddenly; still buzzing with powerful vibrations, another blob of jizz dribbled forth. Then i deactivated the motor, and realized with amazement that these batteries had lasted for quite a few hours of usage. Pushing with the last tiny bit of strength in my groin and rectum, i felt the base of the buttplug pop out of my anus, followed a moment later by the remaining length of the toy. A snotty glob of lube and rectal-cum-juice trickled out of my asshole. Finally free of the irresistible torment, my muscles relaxed; several strong squirts of piss shot from my cock as the spasms and pulsations died down. Soaked, lame, spent, teary-eyed, i chose to end this excruciating delirium at last, as it was now nearly noon.

I wiped myself with paper towels, mopped up some of the puddled fluids around me, dried my hands, and returned to the computer. As i composed another page in this diary, i listened to the mysterious music from Psychick Warriors Ov Gaia; their most entrancing album was playing: Ov Biospheres & Sacred Grooves. My sacred grooves had definitely been overwhelmed and placated at long last. I smiled and softly snickered as i typed, thoroughly pleased with my deeds, quietly proud of how i used my body, my mind, and my toys. I had ventured inside the borders of Eudildonia, beyond my typical limits; the three fortune cookies had all proven auspiciously correct. They had prophesied: "There is a prospect of a thrilling time ahead for you," and "You have given some thought to a different life style," and "Today will be pleasant, your life will be prosperous."

I hummed along to the tunes from the Psychick Warriors, finished cleaning up my vibrator, tidied the playspace, rearranged the magical implements of gratification, and happily went forth into a blissful Monday afternoon.

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