Misiek

Oh i have lots of ideas anon. You want to be a punk uh ? You think that's "badass" ? You want to be different because you think that makes you cool. I know your type. Disruptive, disrespectful, and quite frankly useless to society. If you want to be a punk so bad, then you're going to be treated like one.

WHAM

You bedroom door flies open and three or four cops rush in. They start grabbing you and restraining you, and you're powerless to resist.

"Get your hands off off me pigs ! You can't do this ! I didn't do anything wrong !!!"

You scream in vain as a cop puts his hand over your mouth to silence you. You instantly start to feel woozy and light-headed and soon enough, you black out.

When you wake up, you find yourself strapped to a bed. You can tell that you're naked by the cold air you can feel on your skin. You'd try to scream but you were gagged.

The room you're in is completely sterile and white. You'd think you were in some super fancy hospital if it weren't for the ominous contractions above and around you. You hear heavy footsteps approach and a door open. A military man, clearly high ranking judging by his uniform, and a doctor enter the room.

"Hello young man. You must be a bit confused as to why you're here so i'll explain. As you're well aware, there's been a recent rise in social instability all around the country which has resulted in countless marches, violent protests and extremist riots. This has put both the police and the military under a rising amount of pressure that our current forces cannot deal with. The solution to that problem is .... you."

"The punks, the agitators, the dissidents. As part of our new program we take the likes of you off the streets, turn you into obedient law enforcers and then put you back on the streets to be put to a better use. Two birds with one stone ! You stop causing problems and we get a shiny new agent !"

"Now, i already hear you say "But i didn't even do anything. This is illegal." Well, thankfully our government is very pro-military and has fully endorsed this program. And thanks to a state of the art AI algorithm, we're able to predict crimes before they even happen ! Let me take a look at your file. It looks like you were 75% likely to cause trouble at a protest which is above the national's threshold to arrest you and put you through the program ! Lucky you ! You'll finally be of service to society !"

At this point you were in full panic mode. It was so surreal. This couldn't be a prank, it'd have to be a very elaborate one. It felt like you were in a horrible nightmare and were going to wake up any second. Except this was very real. How could this happen ?! What did you do to deserve this ?!

You struggled against your restrains, trying to escape. But it was no use. You were trapped. As you looked around you could see the doctor preparing his equipment.

"You don't need to worry tho. There won't be much of you left after we're done with the process. You'll be a mindless obedient drone who happily follows orders. Alright, let's begin !"

With that, the doctor pushed a button and a sudden beaming light blinded you. It must have lasted 30 seconds but it felt like forever as it left your skin with a sensation of painful stinging all over your body. Then, the doctor started spraying you with a clear liquid that left your skin looking glossy.

"These early steps are what we call the initial treatment. First, all your hair has to be permanently removed. We wouldn't want any of that pesky hair to get in the way of your new duties right ? That also means that your haircut had to go. It's shiny baldness forever for you now ! Your hair cells all got burned away by that light, so you'll be nice and hairless from now on"

You screamed through your gag as hard as you could, tears running down your eyes. This was wrong. Your hair that you were so proud of... gone forever... What they were doing to you as unfair. They were making you into a freak.

"After this the skin is treated with a special solution that makes it receptive to the next step: the suiting. With your skin primed, it'll now bond perfectly with our permanent latex coating. You can now say bye bye to your skin."

A shiny black liquid suddenly splashed on you from above. The liquid, as if it had a mind of its own, started spreading all over your body. Starting with your stomach, then to your torso and your groin. Your manhood quickly got encased into a smooth bulge.

The pitch black liquid filled all the pores of your skin. All the crevices and imperfections were gone. Your treated skin bonded immediately with the liquid on contact, leaving behind a featureless black latex exterior. It didn't feel so much like a tight garment had been put on you, but more like an actual second skin that was an extension of your own. The liquid then made quick work of your arms and legs, leaving your face for last.

Your head got covered first, making it a shiny sleek dome. As the liquid creeped closer to your face, the doctor removed your gag. You didn't have time to utter your final words as your mouth got sealed shut forever.

With your face blank, the suiting was complete. You were now fully rubberized. With no visible facial features, it was like you could have been anyone in there. Your personhood had been removed. Anyone looking at you could only see a sleek, black, featureless drone.

Inside, you were trying to grasp what had happened to you when you felt the liquid penetrate your rear. Your lurched forward at the sudden invasion.

"Don't struggle drone. This is the next step of the process : the erasure of your mind. Don't worry, it'll be very pleasurable for you. We find that our drones are at their most productive and obedient when they're in a state of permanent arousal. Pleasure becomes the driving force behind all their basic functions which makes for infallible and flawless soldiers. You're gonna enjoy this."

The invading liquid formed an airtight plug that stretched and fused with your insides, carefully connecting to all your nerve endings. Your mind was reeling from what the man had just told you. You couldn't let this happen, you had to resist whatever would happen. You didn't have time to finish your thought when your body suddenly lit up with extreme sensory pleasure. It was like your entire body was sensually stroked and caressed. Your wriggled and squirmed at the mental assault. This was more intense than anything you had ever done.

In fact, it was more intense that anything your mind could possibly handle. The pleasure was so extreme and excessive that it was all your brain could process, pushing all other forms of cognition to the back of your mind. It was like you were suddenly thrust in the passenger seat of your own body. The entirety of who you are as a person, watching yourself be wracked with pleasure.

But the pleasure only grew, it grew so much that it even started to take over the little corner you had retreated into. You tried to resist, you tried to push it back and keep some of who you are intact. But the intense arousal started to erode and whittle away at you. Like a bright all consuming light that got brighter and brighter, the pleasure was unstoppable and it gradually consumed the entirety of who you were.

It's pleasure. It's only pleasure. You try to resist, just because you know that what you have to do. But you don't even know why anymore. Because the only thing that exists is pleasure. It's so overwhelming. And just like that, your mind hits a breaking point and it all disintegrates.

If the men around you could see your eyes, they'd see the light that was in them dim and extinguishing forever. They see you go limp and that's all they need to see to know that all traces of who you once were are gone. Your entire identity got erased.

"Wow, it's always such a thrilling thing to behold... Seeing a person be wiped clean and a drone be born." Said the commander

"All that government funding certainly helped streamline the process. Things got quite ugly for some of the first test subjects. This one should feel lucky." the doctor replied

It didn't even react when the men started to outfit it in full tactical gear. Thanks to its new rubberized skin, it won't ever have to take its gear off.

The blank drone could now be reprogrammed into the perfect enforcer of the law. Connections directly to the brain started sending new signals to the drone. Signals of conformity and uniformity. Of law and order. Of authority and discipline. With its free will gone, the drone swiftly stands at attention, ready to receive orders.

Assimilation complete

One thought. One purpose.

Obedience.

Conformity.

Order.

As an object, it has no need to speak. In a way, objects are passive things, they accept (because they have no choice) the things that are done to them, that are applied to them, or which are inflicted upon them. objects don’t initiate conversation, they only respond to the questions and orders of their Owners. So they remain gagged.

objects aren’t quite human and not having the use or control of its mouth is a constant reminder of that fact. An object’s mouth isn’t used for communication and is only used for consumption of food and water out of necessity, otherwise the only use for an object’s mouth is as a fuck hole, or as a cock sucking body part.

There are almost no times at all when the object’s pig hole doesn’t have something in it. Every minute, every hour, every day and night that pig hole will be plugged and silenced. At first it’s exciting and hot, but even after just a few hours the jaw might start to ache or the object might get a little bored or frustrated with it. After even more hours have passed, 8 or 10 or 12, the object most likely is feeling the presence of the gag, it’s always there filling that hole. But then eventually the object needs to sleep but since it is the lowest of all the creatures out there, it remains gagged and it must learn to sleep while gagged.

If the object is allowed, such as sleeping while locked in a cage, it will constantly shift and move around searching for some position where it can keep breathing and still fall asleep. Which is difficult because as the object starts to fall asleep, the back of its throat relaxes and the gag moves just enough to block the object’s air causing it to wake up gasping to catch its breath. So it tries another position, and another, propping itself up enough to prevent its airway from becoming blocked.

But what about when the object’s movements are restricted? Especially if it’s flat on its back. Pity that object then because it will get no sleep, no rest. the object will drift off to sleep only to be awakened moments later, gasping for breath. it catches its breath, regains its composure and eventually drifts off to sleep again only to have that process repeated over and over and over. If the object ever gets to dreaming, those dreams will be chaotic, filled with images and sensations of its mouth being filled and intruded upon. Instinctively it tries to swallow or to spit out the intruder but it can’t. Each time the object wakes up in its sleep deprived delirium it will be confused about its mouth, not understanding why it can’t move its mouth, why its tongue can move like it used to.

After a day or two (if that long) the object will truly become annoyed with the intruder in its mouth, always present and pressing on the interior of its fuck hole. the object might eventually become frustrated, anxious and agitated with having a 24/7 gagged locked in place. the object might lose its self control and try to remove the gag when it thinks it’s not being observed, but the gags are always strapped in place nice and tight, often reinforced with the use of a head harness muzzle to ensure it remains where the object’s Owner put it.

Eventually though, like it or not, the object will come to accept that it has no mouth, just a hole that is always filled by something, and it will feel the insatiable need to keep it that way. A filled fuck hole will become the norm and to not have something in its mouth will feel as if a part of its body is missing. Each time a gag is removed, the object feels a deep sense of loss and emotional pain until the next thing is inserted in the fuck hole, whether that’s another gag or its Owner’s cock. And if it’s the Owner’s cock, what ecstasy that puts the object in. Profound gratitude and joy and an insatiable hunger. The Owner’s cock becomes a pacifier for the object bringing it comfort and a sense of its place in the world. The feeling of pain and loss when the Owner’s cock is removed from the object’s fuck hole is even worse than when the gags are removed, but at least once the cock is removed, the object knows and greedily accepts being plugged once again with a gag.

By HugeBoyCunt

The story contains scenes of BDSM, fisting, medical procedures, extreme modifications, incontinence, ultimate humiliation, helplessness.. The story tells the case of a guy who ended up on the island of an unknown billionaire, who eliminated an old competition called "the biggest hole".

In This Story: Rough Sex Dildo Fisting Humiliation Slut SM Medical Gangbang Ass Play BDSM Body Modification Forced Public Sex Transformation Forced Monster Cock Prolapse

• Chapter 1

«Extreme BoyCunt Island»

The story contains scenes of BDSM, fisting, medical procedures, extreme modifications, incontinence, ultimate humiliation, helplessness, Ass Play, dildo, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Forced, Slut, Cum Dump, Gangbang, Exhibitionism, Anal sex,

The story tells the case of a guy who ended up on the island of an unknown billionaire, who eliminated an old competition called "the biggest hole»

Part 1

I will tell you one real story that happened to me several years ago and completely changed my whole life.

I am a tough, muscular guy, 25 years old, height 195, weight 120 kg of pure muscle mass. I regularly go to the gym and build muscle mass. Taking steroids dramatically increases sexual desire and sometimes just blows your head off from the intolerable desire for sex. Recently I began to practice fisting and dildos and realized that I definitely like this fetish. Although it is still quite difficult for me to take a fist and it requires a good warm-up and preparation of asshole.

Once I met a guy on the fetish of fisting, we had great sex and he said that if I was interested in developing in the fisting, then I could even, in time, take part in a fisting competition called “the biggest BoyCunt”.

“With your physique,” he said to me, “you could be a winner,” if, of course, you stretch your hole well.

- “curious” - I answered .

- “This is a fairly closed competition, in which only athletic tough guys under 40 are accepted,” Michael told me, “but, most importantly, there is a crazy prize fund: 1 million dollars. It is sponsored by some unknown billionaire and takes place on his own island in the Pacific Ocean. Therefore, there is a completely confidential atmosphere and at the same time complete freedom and paradise. "

- "I should say!", I exclaimed, "the prize fund is even more than in a bodybuilding competition"

“Yes, but it is only awarded to the guy with the biggest BoyCunt, which is, believe me, extreme dimensions that you cannot even imagine.

- "Yes! What was the size of the asshole of the last winner ?!

- "You will not believe! It’s not just ordinary guys who love fisting, it would be too simple and easy. These are really well trained and specially trained athletes. There, on the island, before the competition, they are trained for about a year according to a special program. There are doctors and various staff there. There is a gym and not one. Excellent sports nutrition, lots of fun. You live like in paradise. "

- "How do you know all this?"

- "One guy who lived there told me," though he doesn't have any photos and videos, of course, everything is confidential, you are given a phone on which there is no camera and there is nothing at all except the "call" function, so you don't know your geolocation and you can't capture anything. "

- "Well, I'm not sure that I can break the records of such "professional", about which you told ..." I remarked ironically.

- "... it's up to you to decide, and by the way, if you pass the preliminary selection and you are taken to the island to prepare for the competition, then this training period during the year is paid, like with professional athletes."

- "Tempting offer", I replied, "I would try"

Island

A friend of mine said he would find out how to contact a representative of this "competition" and call me. A week later, I had a contact with this representative, we phoned via videocall, he looked at my physical data and said that I was suitable for participation in the competition. That I will be assigned a decent payment for a monthly stay, subject to the "specially" sports-preparatory schedule of classes. And you will need to sign a contract. In order to comply with all the legal nuances, the contract stipulated, among other things, that I would undergo treatment for some kind of disease associated with the sphincter, and I agree to physiotherapy procedures and injections. The contract was completely transparent and very competent, I could terminate it at any time and receive my payment for the past months. The only thing that I didn’t like about this contract was some of the side effects of the "treatment" that I’m familiar with, which means I have no complaints about them. Among others, such a side effect as "incontinence" was noted ..., I did not look for this definition in reference books, realizing that any "treatment" has side effects and there is nothing particularly terrible about it.

In general, I signed a contract and a month later I was already on the island, which my friend, who recommended this adventure to me, called the island "BoyCunt". Where this island was located, I had no idea, I was taken there by a private plane. But the first impression was really that you were in heaven: palm trees, incredibly beautiful flowers and trees, heat, sun, sea, etc. I was told that the first period of preparation for the competition is held individually, that is, I will live separately and will not meet with other participants. The main residence of the "Organizer" of the competition is located on the other side of the island, it is a few hours away by car. For the time being, I was accommodated in a well-equipped large villa on the seashore with a bunch of staff, who were mostly Indians.

Before I arrived, they invited me to the doctor's office and prescribed the first procedure: they washed me out (made an enema), then smeared my anus with some kind of anesthetic and relaxing cream and inserted a small anal tunnel. l, which was well fixed inside the anus due to a round expansion from the inside. The neck of the tunnel was about 3 cm, so my anus was constantly open by these 3 cm. The tunnel was asshole and closed with a plug. They explained to me that if I want to go to the restroom, I need to remove the plug or the tunnel itself, then do an enema, lubricate the anus with cream and insert the tunnel back. That's almost all the procedures for the next week. The feeling was a little unusual, I had never walked with a cork or a tunnel in a spectacle before, but there was no particular discomfort, apparently the cream was doing its job and well relaxed the sphincter muscles. In addition to wearing the anal tunnel, in the evening, in the doctor's office, they did a pump for me: they inserted an inflating dildo into the hole and inflated it with the wash to the maximum possible size for 5-10 minutes. When inflated, the dildo was about 6-7 cm in diameter. I had a feeling of wild swelling and fullness at these moments, 6-7 cm seemed to me prohibitively huge, it seemed the anus was bursting at the seams, but at the same time there was an incredible feeling of buzz and sports excitement that I could withstand such a size. In addition, any procedure was carried out using a large amount of cream, which acted as a muscle relaxant and a mild anesthetic, thus the anus muscles were more easily stretched and the procedure seemed less painful.

Otherwise, life on the island was a fairy tale. I had the Internet, I was taking an online training course, which I wanted to take for a long time, but in everyday life there was always not enough time. I trained from the gym almost every day. Protein-rich sports food was in abundance. I had a boat at my disposal and I could swim in the sea, swim and catch fish and lobsters. I talked with my friends by the Internet, though they could not see me, the video camera was specially damaged on the computer, but they could hear me. I told everyone that I was going to study at an intensive training camp - and it was almost true.

A week later, the plug was replaced by a diameter of 4 cm. And although the increase of 1 cm seems not significant to the eye, it was still quite noticeable for the anus. Although daily pumping to 6-7 cm worked well for the anus, wearing the tunnel 24 hours a day was completely different. The tunnel not only stretched, but to a greater extent forced the muscles of the anus to get used to this position, which later, as it turned out, was also a very important factor for the dishes in the competition and receiving the main prize of 1 million dollars. It was necessary to adapt to life with a plug, since it was not very comfortable to sit in the usual position. Knowing this well, all the chairs and armchairs from the house were produced in such a way that they had a cutout or recess in the center, thus preventing the anal tunnel from touching the seat and creating discomfort. It was more difficult in the gym. During the exercises, the tunnel strove to jump out of the anus, so it was fixed with special belts to the hips. The tunnel was made of titanium and of course it held the anus open firmly without the slightest deformation. During squats in the gym, I felt the sphincter tense and want to close during the exercises, but the strong metal of the tunnel did its job and the anus always remained open.

After just 2 weeks on the island, I was completely used to wearing my anal toy and barely noticed it. Only restroom training required more time and skill, but there were no problems with time on the island, therefore, these procedures have also become quite commonplace. For 3 weeks, the tunnel was again replaced with a larger one - 5 cm in diameter. At the same time, Doctor replaced the cream with which I had to lubricate the anus, he said that it contains a high concentration of the active substance and would better relax the muscles of the anus. The 5 cm tunnel, despite all the creams, was already quite well felt in the hole. I even began to walk a little differently, slightly spreading my legs to relieve pressure on the anus. In the gym, squats became even more difficult, as the the anus was tense and wanted to shrink, and it was hampered by a powerful and durable metal tunnel. Pumping in the doctor office, also became a little larger, the dildo was already inflated to 8 cm. The first time, when the dildo was inflated to 8 cm, I thought that I would burst ... But for the second and third times they passed more calmly and the anus stretched easier. After the pumping, the doctor brought a speculum to my anus and showed it to me. The hole was wide open and gaped in all its glory. I was surprised by the size of my anus, I could not even imagine that in such a short time my ass would become so big. Seeing my surprise, the doctor said: "This is just the start, that by the beginning of the competition, the progress of my hole will be so huge that today's size will seem childish to me." I could not believe it, because in the end there are quite anatomical and physiological limits of the body ... But the doctor explained that Olympic champions also achieve results that an ordinary person cannot even imagine, it's all about regular and persistent training and competent experienced trainer. In general, despite all the doctor's explanations, I nevertheless left his office in some amazement and shock, thinking: what awaits me ahead ...

Ahead of me was a new life ... one that I both feared and longed for. Such a huge hole already now, probably, cannot be felt by any real cock ..., and only a fist can satisfy this hole. Of course, I am not against the fist, but what kind of "progress" still awaits me, I could not imagine. In the end, after the competition and all these "procedures", I can return home, give my anus a good rest and return to its normal state. At the same time, already has a decent fee for the rest of my life. Well, even if I didn't win the competition, all the same, the monthly payment for preparing for the competition and living on that island more than paid for all doubts and fears.

Since the tunnel 5 cm in diameter was already so large and not necessary to removed it in the restroom. Everything that was needed fell out of it almost freely when I took out the plug that closed the anal tunnel. Then I inserted a hose with water into the same tunnel and cleaned the rectum and the tunnel itself. After a daily pumping in the doctor's office, as usual, my anus was generously lubricated with a special cream and the tunnel was inserted back. After the cream, the anus always felt much more comfortable and relaxed.

One of the gyms was located right on the garden overlooking the sea. In the morning or evening, I liked to train there when it was not very hot. If the heat was unbearable, then I did workouts in the gym located in the basement of the villa, with air conditioning and a swimming pool. One of the Indians helped me do the exercises, insured me and in general he was like a page (servant), always near and ready to fulfill any of my requests. In the open-air gym, I trained naked while sunbathing. I didn't even wear swimming trunks so that my buttocks would also sunbathe. The Indian worked here for a long time, and said that many dozen guys have passed through him and of course he knew and saw many times what was happening with the anuses of all these strong guys. Therefore, apart from the first few workouts naked, I was not ashamed of the Indian, who clearly saw my big plug in my anus. The only accessory on me, apart from the tunnel, was the belt that fixed the tunnel, preventing it from falling out. Once, during training, I apparently did not properly attach the tunnel to the fixing belt, and during one exercise the tunnel popped out ... well, the entire contents of the intestine, popped out too, since the anus was relaxed and well stretched. I was at a loss and with a feeling of infinite humiliation looked at the Indian boy, by the way his name was Shekhar. Shekhar was surprisingly not outraged. He immediately took out a hose with water from somewhere, walked over and in a matter of seconds washed everything into the nearest drain. Then he rinsed the tunnel itself with water, then washed my ass and said that he would help me put the tunnel back. He went to get some cream, oiled my asshole well and inserted the tunnel into its usual place, then fastened it to the belt at my hips. I was still looking at the Indian in confusion and humiliation.

- "Sorry" - I muttered, "somehow it turned out awkwardly .., I probably did not attach the tunnel to the belt ... ... ..",

- “This is nothing,” Shekhar replied calmly, “this happens regularly, and here everything is provided for the same situations: everywhere there are many hoses with water and a bunch of drains. You have nothing to worry about. "

Nevertheless, I was left with a feeling of some kind of humiliation for the rest of the day. Until now, I have not had to find myself in such situations in front of people. I felt emotionally helpless and weak….

After another 2 weeks, it was time to replace the tunnel again. 6 cm. In fact, everything was exactly the same, only doctor added tea with Indian herbs to my diet, which helps to relax even more muscles and falls off with a slight pain relieving effect. Despite the fact that it was only tea, the herbs in it were apparently strong enough. The first days the relaxation was so strong that I couldn't even train in gym. But the sensation of a new plug in the hole was bearable, albeit very noticeable. In the mirror, the ass with the tunnel looked very impressive, pulling the plug out of the tunnel and bending over the rectum was perfectly visible. Yet it was hard to believe that it was really my anus, and that it was so wide open and gaping. It was both exciting and frightening at the same time. But I loved overcoming and, like any athlete, I wanted to reach the maximum and see where all this could lead me.

With the new tunnels, my gait changed even more, I protruded my ass even more and spread my legs so that my buttocks pressed less on the tunnel. Shehar said that now my tunnel is visible from the other end of the garden and looks very impressive.

The doctor increased the inflation of the dildo to 10 cm. I asked him to what extent a person can generally reach in these "competitions" and if it is harmful to the body.

- “The limits of man are enormous, just few people reach them. We're not even half way to your limits yet. " - answered the doctor, “and as for harmlessness, it’s with completely harmless and safe, as everything is done under the supervision of a professional proctologist, according to an already well-developed program and using the most modern medicines and ointments. "

- "Yes, but what will happen to my anus after the competition, will it return to its previous state and will it not interfere with my normal life?" I asked.

- the doctor looked at me with a slightly noticeable smile and replied: "Maybe you will like your «new» life so much that the "normal" life will no longer matter ..."

The doctor said nothing more. I thought about his answer, but could not understand the full depth and meaning of his words.

New level

It took 3 months of my stay on the island. Happier months in my life it was not. Of course, I had to periodically overcome myself and endure the discomfort from the new size of the tunnel. But all these were temporary difficulties to which the body quickly adapted. Three months later, the doctor said that I am making great progress, my sphincter becomes very elastic and pliable, and I have a good chance of winning the competition. But now we need to move to a new level of procedures. Firstly, you will need to make a series of injections directly into the sphincter, this is completely painless, since the anus is thoroughly moistened with anesthetics before the injections. Secondly, the pump will also take place under local anesthesia. This will allow me to reach a new level of stretching of the anus, which is not available without the use of these tools. The doctor asked if I was ready and got a positive answer, proceeded to the procedure. An anesthetic was injected into the spinal cord in the lumbar region, this is the so-called spinal anesthesia, that is, you are fully conscious and awake, you just do not feel anything at all below the lumbar back. The same anesthesia is given to women in labor, so that it would not hurt them to give birth. The action of anesthesia lasts about 3 hours. After 15 minutes, when the anesthesia took effect, the doctor inserted a cylindrical balloon 6 cm in diameter into my anus. Of course, all the tunnels were removed before this procedure. Since I felt absolutely nothing, this procedure seemed like a complete trifle. The doctor said if I wanted to see how this procedure was going in the mirror. I agreed. A cylinder 6 cm in diameter seems impressive in itself, but when it began to expand, I realized that, indeed, human capabilities are endless. The doctor said that this procedure is used everywhere in the treatment of spasm of the sphincter and for more than half a century this procedure has been used by all proctologists in the world.

In our case, we just went a little further. We have been preparing and stretching the sphincter for several months, so this procedure will be more effective. In science, this procedure is called pneumodivulsion. The doctor turned the toggle switch, and the cylinder began to expand slowly…. Within 10 minutes the cylinder expanded until it became 15 cm in diameter. The doctor said that it was enough for the first time. My eyes went out to my forehead. 15 cm is the diameter of the domestic sewer pipe, and this pipe has now been inserted into my anus and the anus will be stretched pliantly to that size. The sight was not for the faint of heart, but I perfectly saw that the anus was safe and sound, yes, it was stretched to the limit, but it was perfectly fine, without the slightest cracks or bruises. The doctor knew his business. After 15 minutes, the cylinder began to deflate and when the doctor took it out, I saw that the anus remained open by about 9 cm .... The huge gaping hole my anus turned into was incredible. And most importantly, this hole remained open and did not close. Doc said that in the absence of nerve impulses from the spinal cord (under the action of anesthesia), the muscles of the anus do not work, so there is nothing that makes the anus close. And the extreme stretching of the sphincter and muscles of the anus makes it possible to make it so huge.

The doctor took the cream and carefully lubricated the asshole inside and out. “This is a special healing cream that regenerates and heals all microcracks in the anus literally in a day,” he said, “while you lie down and admire your asshole, and I will prepare injections right now.”

I was simultaneously frightened and aroused by this huge gaping hole. Nevertheless, I was, as it always seemed to me, a completely sane person, but what I saw with my own eyes now made me doubt about my adequacy and sanity.

- "Why are these injections, doctor" - I asked, "I'm already under anesthesia?"

“This is not anesthesia, these are special muscle relaxants of prolonged action. Now you will have a tunnel 8 cm in diameter, it can no longer be worn without these relaxants. With this size of the sphincter opening, commands from the brain will constantly come to it to closes it and the nervous system will constantly strain all the muscles of the anus. This cannot be sustained for more than 30 minutes. Therefore, in order to block nerve impulses, a special neurotoxin is injected, which blocks any muscle innervation for 6 months. Thus, we deceive the body and the sphincter remains relaxed and open, and the tunnel can be painless. It stays in the anus for a long time».

I listened with fear, horror and excitement. I wanted to ask something ... but at that moment the doctor inserted a syringe into the anus and began to give injections. It was a series of small injections along the entire perimeter of the sphincter. “Well, that's all,” the doctor said, and with a rare satisfied face looked at me, “welcome to the BoyCunt island, now you are our resident”. I didn’t understand why he said it right now, but I didn’t ask again. The doctor inserted a new 8 cm tunnel into my anus, fastened it to the belt. “That's all for today, Shekhar will take you wherever you want, the anesthesia will last another hour, and then you shouldn't get out of the wheelchair all evening. There is a special opening at the bottom of the wheelchair, so you can go to the restroom without getting into it, ”the doctor called the Indian and left the office. Shekhar helped me transfer from the treatment table to the wheelchair, he saw the new size of the tunnel in my anus and a slight sly smile ran across his face. Looks like he liked his work and what he saw on it.

Shekhar gave me a special tea and said that today he would have to drink it every hour. I asked him to take me to the shore, not a lot rolled me along the edge of the sea. When the anesthesia began to recede, I began to feel this huge tunnel in my ass. There was no pain, but there was an unusual feeling of something huge inside me. On the wheelchair, I was in a reclining state, there was a cutout on the bottom of the seat and nothing pressed on the anus. Nevertheless, the sense of the schedule was decent. But the tea and the injections did the trick. It was just a sense of bursting without pain and discomfort. He gave me sleeping pills for the night and I slept soundly all night.

In the morning I was already healthy and functional. The sense of the bursting didn't go anywhere, but it was quite bearable. Approaching the mirror, I saw this tunnel and could not believe that it was me and my anus, this hole seemed so huge. I went to breakfast. Shekhar served an omelet, some tropical cereal with fruit, fried bacon, and something else. After breakfast, the Indian said: "The doctor asked me to remind you that after yesterday's injections you may not feel when you need to go to the restroom, and therefore you need to wash your intestines 2 times a day, I can help you with this." I thought it was strange how I could "not feel", but agreed. The 8 cm tunnel was so big that when I took out the plug, everything that should fall out instantly fell out of it, and then a light anal shower and everything was ready.

I began to walk even more bizarrely, spreading my legs even more apart when walking. In training, it was very difficult to do squats, since the legs had to be set wider than usual and the pressure of the neighboring muscles on the tunnel was not much of a habit. But now any other exercise made me feel a foreign body in my asshole. Even with exercises for biceps, I felt a huge tunnel and my large expanding anus. Another week passed in standard mode. A week later, the pneumodevulsion procedure was repeated. Bill, my doctor, pulled out a tunnel and showed me anus in the mirror. Despite the fact that I saw this tunnel every day in my asshole, the sight of a gaping asshole without a tunnel led me to panic and bewilderment. The doctor seemed to enjoy my fright, but said nothing. "Today we'll see how much further we can go, do you want to see it?" - he asked. "YES" - I answered shortly. This time the cylinder expanded to 16 cm. Let me remind you that this whole procedure was carried out under anesthesia, and was just a sight for me, in which I was both a performer and a participant and a spectator at the same time. “Bill, will my anus ever open to this size without anesthesia,” I asked anxiously. The doctor looked at me with a smile, pondered and replied: "we'll see."

The fifth month of my stay on the island has gone. I told friends and family that I have extended my studies and will stay here until the end of the year. Bill performed the Pneumatic Pulse Procedure 4 more times. Each time the diameter increased by 1 cm, until it reached 20 cm. “Further,” the doctor said, “the pelvic bones interfere with the expansion, although they also have a certain mobility, but this requires more time and training.” An innovative regenerative lubricating cream was applied to the anus every evening and this greatly facilitated and accelerated the entire "training". The sight of a 20 cm expanded pneumatic cylinder shocked me. I was speechless for a while. I just looked and couldn't believe my eyes. The doctor said that many surprises awaited me and that soon I would be moved to the base residence, where many more guys like me live - with huge dilated anuses. And there it will be much more fun for me. Most of them live there permanently, exercise both their body and anus. But the main emphasis of course is on the anus. Some of the guys who have already undergone such "training" come only to the competition. Only guys who have passed this training and approved by the Organizer can participate in the competition. Moreover, the winner of the previous year cannot compete in the next year, but can participate in a year. This gives the new guys a chance to win a prize.

Incontinence

On another visit to the doctor, he told me: “You are almost ready to move to the main residence, and your anus is already decently stretched and prepared for the competition, but there is still one thing to practice. The "organizer" loves to make the guys look natural, without any tunnels in the ass. Therefore, all preparation takes place here, in a remote villa. Therefore, from this day on you will walk without a tunnel. Of course, we keep all the evening pumping procedures and continue to stretch and prepare your asshole further, but wearing a tunnel is no longer necessary, since your anus is almost stretched to the limit. There is only one nuance in this…. after half a year of inactivity and stretching, as well as the introduction of certain medications, your anus has lost the ability to close and you will have to get used to it and practice living with this feature. "

I listened to the doctor, but still could not fully understand or rather believe what he was saying. Of course, I thought before that such an anus procedure would not pass without a trace, but I was sure that I would be able to control this process. "Wait doctor," I interrupted him, "how much has my anus lost the ability to close?" "We'll see now," said the doctor. He pulled out the tunnel and asked me to squeeze the anus. I tried, I strained all my strength and muscles ... but the sphincter did not stir …., in the mirror I saw a huge gaping asshole without the slightest sign of contraction or twitching of the sphincter. I tried again and again to squeeze the sphincter ... but no commands from the brain reached the anus at all and it remained unwaveringly open and motionless. “Doctor, how can this be?” I asked, frightened and alarmed. “Remember those injections, they completely block the innervation of the sphincter by blocking nerve cells and the anus becomes completely paralyzed and not functional. You just couldn't check it when you had the tunnel inserted. This clause is spelled out in the contract as a side effect of the treatment you signed up for. " - answered the doctor.

I was shocked. I was not ready for such a scenario, despite all the "procedures" and preparation for unusual competitions. Completely shocked, I got up from the couch. There was no tunnel in the anus, there was not the slightest discomfort, not a feeling of fullness. If not for the view in the mirror of my anus, which turned into a huge gaping cave, then everything seemed as before. I even felt some unprecedented lightness and freedom. Movement and gait became normal. I could sit on a chair in any position, nothing bothers me from the inside. "Think about the main prize and the competition," said the doctor, "you have every chance to take first place." He called the Indian and he accompanied me to the room. Shekhar, gave me the following instructions: before going to bed, you need to do a deep cleansing enema so that nothing falls out of me on the bed at night. In the daytime, in this villa and in the main residence, everything is provided so that everything is extremely clean and comfortable for guys with such destroyed anuses as mine. He left the room. And I fell asleep with great difficulty.

So that I do not think and feel, this will not change anything, I decided to see how tomorrow will pass in my new helpless and extremely humiliating state with a completely disabled sphincter. Shekhar came to me in the morning and said that breakfast was ready. He said that I had better not wear any clothes as it would only make the situation worse. "It is very warm in the villa and on the whole island, you can continue to walk naked all the time", the Indian advised, "and believe me it will be better." I went out for breakfast. Glancing at my anus in the mirror, I was once again convinced that it still looks like a huge gaping cave. For the hundredth time I tried to squeeze the anus and strained everything that was possible in my body ... but the anus was treacherously motionless. I went down to the living room and saw that now there was a beautiful amphora under my chair, I immediately understood its purpose. A large hole was cut in the center of the chair and before it prevented pressure on the tunnel in the anus, now its purpose was much more obvious. I ate breakfast without any "incident" And went to training. Shekhar helped me train, and everything went as usual. Soon I completely forgot about everything, as always concentrated on the exercises. I was almost finishing my workout and was doing the last exercise "deadlift" and suddenly I, not so much felt, how much I heard, as something plopped to the ground .... I looked down at the ground, then immediately at Shekhar…. A sense of shame and humiliation pierced me again. Strange, but I really didn't feel at all how it happened ... The Indian almost instantly, like the first time, took out a hose with water and immediately washed everything into the drain, then poured it down my asshole from the hose, then onto my feet, and said that everything is fine and I can continue to exercise. And yet despite his equanimity, the expression of pleasure on his face was again visible. In the meantime, I was burning with shame and humiliation. I finished my workout and went swimming, trying not to think about what had happened.

Lunch today was almost festive in terms of the abundance and variety of dishes. Shekhar said that the last days in the villa will be all like that, and at the end of the week I will be transferred to the main residence. At the end of dinner I got up from the table and went to my room. I took a few steps and then again there was this treacherous sound "slap", as if something fell to the floor. Then this sound was repeated a couple of times: "slap" "slap". The Indian, already as if waiting for this, jumped up with a scoop, a mop and large wet towels. First of all, he rubbed my anus and legs with damp towels, then scooped up everything that lay on the floor with a scoop and left. All this was done with amazing speed, dexterity and accuracy. And in this one felt a great experience, it was clear that he had worked out this procedure a thousand times before me. I went to my room to get some rest. In the evening, during the pumping procedure, the doctor asked me: "How was my first day without a tunnel in the ass, do I like these sensations ?!" I do not understand whether he is mocking or seriously asking. The expression on his face was quite calm and serious, and I decided to answer the purity: “It seems that you know yourself how my day could go, everything falls down at every step .... and there is no way to control or prevent it ... ”. The doctor smiled and looked at me: "Well, this is a small side effect on the path to victory in competitions and a big prize."

Initiation

On Sunday, after another festive dinner, they put me on a jeep with all my things and drove to the main residence. We drove for about 2 hours and I realized that the island is big enough to go by car for so long. The splendor of the place where we arrived was amazing. Luxurious huge residence immersed in flowers and greenery, many different artificial fountains, waterfalls and streams cut through the marvelous garden in all directions. About two dozen handsome, muscular guys and men were in sight, someone was swimming in the pool, someone was training, someone was playing badminton or beach volleyball, someone was sunbathing in the sun. All the guys were naked and it was perfectly possible to see that they were all perfectly "prepared" and their anuses looked like huge open caves. As far as I could see with a quick glance from far away: some guys had anus a lot more open than others. probably these are the most experienced and "trained" guys here, I thought. The sight was fascinating. So many muscular guys with such big ruined holes gathered in one place - it was extremely exciting. Many Hindu servants were also scattered throughout the garden. I was brought to the bungalow in which I will live before the competition, and maybe after it. Shekhar arrived with me and he accompanied me and brought my things to the hut. Each guy had his own bungalows on the island, which were located around the main building of the residence - the luxurious palace of the "Organizer", which stayed here when he came to the Island. Around the central pool was a large dining area with tables for 4-6 people. Shekhar told me to settle down and that in an hour there would be an acquaintance with everyone and a festive dinner dedicated to the arrival of a new participant in the competition.

Hour later, an Indian took me to the dining area, where everyone had already gathered, the tables were set, and at a distance from each table there were Indian servants. When I arrived, everyone applauded and shouted different greetings. Then the head waiter took me to each of the guys, said his name, we greeted each other, clapped each other on the shoulder and went to the next one. After meeting, he sat me down at a table with four guys. Live music sounded and dinner began. We talked at ease, ate, they asked me where I came from, how I got to these unusual "competitions" and so on. There was a lot of change of dishes, all the dishes were striking in their originality and were very tasty. The supper lasted long enough, during the conversation the time flew by imperceptibly, especially since I missed live human communication so much and craved it like no one else here. They was told that in an 2 hour there will be an evening concert in which the participants themselves will participate, and that everyone is waiting for me in the amphitheater at the appointed time. I got up and went to my room, but before I had time to take a few steps, the same treacherous "slap" sound came to my ears. I froze. I was in the very center of this crowd of lovely guys ... They all looked at me at the moment I left the table and maybe even waited for this moment .... therefore, a moment after the sound of "slap", I heard an explosion of exclamations and applause, which I did not hear at the beginning of dinner. It was a kind of initiation. I was ready to sink into the ground. I could not imagine greater shame and humiliation. And those ovations in my ears sounded like mockery, like confirmation and acknowledgment of my public disgrace. The whistle, shouting and clapping of hands continued ... I continued on my way ... and I heard another series of "slaps" "slaps" during my movement. For each "slaps" the audience exploded with louder shouts and applause. I could not resist and ran, and I heard a few more “slaps” “slaps” behind my back, a plentiful long supper made itself felt. Joyful exclamations continued behind my back for a long time when I ran into my bungalow. Soon Shekhar came, he took me to the shower, washed me thoroughly from a hose with warm water, not forgetting to direct the stream into my asshole. Now the concept of "enema" turned into the concept of "a stream of water from a hose at a distance of 1 meter", this was now enough to clear my rectum. I burst into tears, my nerves were on edge. Monstrous humiliation and even met with such glee - worse could not be imagined. The Indian said that all these guys are in exactly the same position and that I greatly exaggerate my feelings. He explained that in the evening it is customary to wear jockeys so that the anus is open, and you can put on a light toga or tunic on the upper body. And that I have to go to the concert, otherwise they will consider me a weakling and no longer respect me.

On the advice of the servant, I got dressed and we went to the amphitheater. My appearance was again greeted with loud applause. I could not help but be embarrassed, but restrained my emotions and went down to the audience, taking my place on the spectators' benches. The action began. It was a very original performance that I had never seen before. Historical drama, eroticism, and sadomasochistic scenes stylized as ancient torture were intertwined here. The action was as follows: first there was a tribunal over the ancient Roman captive, the Moor, the sentence was read to him and the punishment was passed, then this punishment was carried out. All the guys are beautiful and muscular in themselves, and even dressed in beautiful ancient Roman clothes, they looked like gods. Moor was probably the most muscular guy among all the guys on this island, with dark almost black skin. He was stripped, tied to some kind of machine and slightly bent in half, and the machine was turned with its anus towards the audience. And, oh God, what I saw, no, it was not a human asshole, it was a giant gate the size of my head ... yes yes .. no less .... the asshole was completely open by itself without any devices. Then I was told that it was a matter of special anal plastics (cosmetic and surgical modification of the rectum), which I will talk about later. The sight of these giant "gates" was breathtaking and at first it seemed to me that it was not real, and perhaps it was a fake or an optical illusion. But the Moor was breathing, fidgeting, stirring, screaming, portraying pain and fear. They began to "torture" him, first a huge amount of oil was poured into his anus, then they began to insert various huge balls and clubs. One ball was much larger than the diameter of his anus and the "executioners" had to work hard to push this ball inside. Then the Moor was turned over on the machine with anise down, and the heavy, massive cannonball slowly began to emerge from the "gate" of the convict, and after a few seconds fell with a crash onto the concrete floor of the torture hall. In the end, they brought another captive slave, stripped him, smeared his head with oil and put him under the machine - right in front of the Moor's gigantic anus. The unit was slowly lowered onto the head of this slave. And, incredibly, the head sank with difficulty into this endless cave of the Moor. The Moor screamed, ostensibly in pain, jerked and went limp ... As if giving up his last spirit. Everyone applauded! Then the Moor was doused with cold water and allegedly brought to his senses. They turned it over again to the top with an anus and put 5 large balls there, but smaller than the first one. Then another slave was rolled under the Moor, also with his anus to the top. The Moor was then lifted up and turned over to its normal position, so that Moor's anus was just above the slave's anus. One after another, the balls fell out of the Moor and, under great weight, fell into the rather large hollow of the slave. Everyone applauded again.

Then there was a series of original "tortures". There was no limit to my excitement and surprise. The absence of a sexual partner for six months and now you are immediately such a sight, it is possible to die from spermatoxicosis. Then all the actors got up and bowed. The audience once again burst into applause and then everything began to disperse. I went back to my house and saw four guys - with whom we had dinner at the same table. They were sitting on a bench in front of my house and, apparently, were waiting for me. He brought fruit, special teas and oils, and said that tonight they will show me what heaven is. I noticed that I have never met alcohol on this island. For athletes, this was apparently the correct exception. Nevertheless, the "special" teas on rare Indian herbs, which were grown right there on the island by the Indians, was a much more stunning drink than any alcohol. They made me tea and told me to drink a whole mug, then Shekhar washed me thoroughly in the bathroom, and the most thrilling night in my life began. (I will write about this night in a separate chapter). I will only say that I have never had such a deep orgasm in my life.

Yet at first I could not understand for a long time, on the one hand, the purpose of our stay on the island was competition and everyone is fighting for the main very serious cash prize. On the other hand, the relationship between all the guys on the island was very open and friendly, and often even outright gentle and passionate. But I still had to figure it out.

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New day

On the trail The next day I slept until noon, no one woke me up, Shekhar saw that I woke up and said that soon there would be lunch I can get ready. Gathering means taking a shower. I didn't have to dress for dinner and I walked naked to dinner. Still, it's one thing to wander naked alone throughout the villa, where only your personal servant sees you. Another thing is to walk naked among a crowd of cool handsome guys, besides, constantly and impossible to worry about what at any second can happen to your uncontrollable body. At lunch, almost everyone was in their places. There was complete freedom on the island, and the schedule was conditional, anyone could have lunch or a snack at any time. But still, in general, everyone adhered to some unspoken rule, and they all dined together. Perhaps this island life affected people, where there are very few people, and these common meetings at a meal created the impression of a more saturated and full of people territory. There were about 30 guys from 25 to 40 years old on the island. And almost all of them met for lunch. I saw at the next table yesterday's Moor, who for some reason was not present at yesterday's welcome dinner. My breath caught in my throat as I imagined what a huge gaping asshole he had. The chairs were arranged in the same way as mine in the villa, they had a hole in the center and a wide amphora was floating under each chair.

2 hours passed unnoticed for communication and delicious food. Towards the end of dinner at Peter's, who was sitting opposite me, I heard a heavy "slap" sound under the chair, at which moment all the guys at our table gave him a friendly wink. Then a couple more times "splash" "slap" came from under Peter's chair. Then, quickly and almost imperceptibly, an Indian ran up, covered the amphora with a lid and replaced it with a new one, and quickly disappeared from sight. And oh God, after 3 minutes I heard the same sound under my chair. Everyone immediately started winking at me. And again, a feeling of incredible shame and humiliation covered me. I froze and blushed. Peter, when it happened with him, did not react to it, of course he is experienced and has probably been on this island for a long time. I didn't know where I would go from shame at this moment. These winks were pretty confusing to me at first. First, they further increased shame and humiliation, showing that everyone noticed what happened to you now. Secondly, there was some kind of impossible secret pleasure hidden in it when you become an unwitting witness to someone's inevitable shame. Then everyone heard another "slap" "slap" under my chair, and once again I saw friendly winks. The Indian again did his job with lightning speed and replaced the amphora. Then I noticed that Indians with amphorae sometimes run up to other tables. Yo Mavr was sitting just opposite me, I could clearly see his back, a chair and an amphora from below. But nothing happened to the Moor while I was looking at him. I was about to leave, but the Moor was a few seconds ahead of me, he got up and walked past me towards the sea. And then it began, powerful and loud sounds of "slap" "slap" were heard behind the Moor. The Moor did not stop for a second, but continued on his way. It's amazing, I thought, how coldly they take it all: either they have been living on this island for a long time or they weren't particularly worried about it at first. I imagined that the Moor is a big healthy thoroughbred stallion who at any moment can do his job without paying any attention to others and without even controlling it. But why on this island the "Organizer" needed to turn the guys into such humiliated uncontrollable animals ... ?! Maybe that was his goal ?! To watch from the sidelines how healthy strong muscular guys become humiliated helpless slaves in terms of controlling their physiological needs. How their strong, closed functional anuses turn into huge, crafted destroyed holes that are no longer able to hold anything anymore. But, be that as it may, I'm already here, and it seems there is no way back.

One hour after breakfast, I went to workout. Several guys have already trained in the open air gym. On the territory of the residence there were two outdoor gyms and one indoor. One of the guys was doing a stomach curl on a machine. His anus was seductively exposed, and every bend of his legs caused his anus to contract slightly and expand due to the movement of his buttocks. My cock jumped up treacherously and was ready to pounce on this anus immediately. Shekhar warned me that although no one was prohibited from having sex, a number of rules still had to be observed: not to have sex in public places (dining room, amphitheater, gym and other places). Violators were punished by levying fines that were deducted from their monthly fee and there were other punishments that Shekhar did not mention.

I had no choice but to start training with an excited cock. Soon a couple more guys came to the hall. Everyone began to train hard in between sets, communicating and teasing each other. One boy was doing an exercise on the shoulders: a barbell bench press when something fell out of his anus treacherously and humiliatingly ... Moreover, it seemed to me that the guy did not even notice this, he continued to do the exercise as if nothing had happened and when he finished, he put the barbell down on the rack. The Indian was already right there with a hose in his hands, sewers were everywhere where possible, he instantly washed everything into the canal, then washed the guy, wiped him with a dry towel, and left. Everyone saw what was happening, watched it, some even began to swell cocks ... But after a minute pause, everything continued as usual and the guys returned to their exercises. Then, during training, the same thing happened to two more guys. Naturally, training greatly strains the entire body, accelerates all physiological processes, including the work of peristalsis. Therefore, in the gym, such accidents happen more often than anywhere else.

I still did not understand how I should react to all this. I have always been a clean person and don’t like shit at all, and my attitude towards cleanliness has not changed much. But in fact, the island had perfect cleanliness everywhere and in everyone. Absolutely everything was thought out and organized to maintain this purity as much as possible. The only thing is those moments that in a normal society are considered forbidden and intimate, here they simply cannot be physically controlled and therefore take place publicly and for all to see. Indeed, these moments are inevitable. And even if you come up with the idea of wearing clothes, this will not only not hide, but on the contrary, will greatly aggravate the whole task of maintaining cleanliness, and you do not even need to explain why.

One day I started a conversation with Martin, a neighbor at the table, how he got used to all this and how long he has been here. Martin replied that he had arrived half a year before me, and he also felt like a fairly newcomer here. But nevertheless, half a year is already a period, and when you face the situation dozens of times every day, then by will you begin to get used to it. Then it all depends on the point of view. From the point of view of a "normal" society, this is an island full of Gardens and Gomorrah. But if you look from the point of view of nature and human nature, then everything that happens on the island is completely natural: they are like animals in nature, which do not have far-fetched social norms and rules, and which are free and at ease in everything. “But you wondered how you will live with this further, after the competition,” I asked. Martin said that there are different options: “firstly, if these injections blocking the sphincter's work are not repeated every six months, then the sphincter will partially regain its functionality and, at the very least, it will be possible to control this process. But the competition cannot be won without these injections, this has already been tested and proven, since the sphincter stretch after the injection increases significantly and the athlete can accept a much larger dildo. Secondly, if you win the competition, then you can not worry about anything in life at all, but live for your own pleasure. By the way, that Moor - Johnny, he was just the winner of the competition last year, he received a million dollars, but decided to stay here further, the "Organizer" encourages this in every possible way. Thirdly, even if you do not win the competition, you can live here until the next competition, receiving a monthly payment for training and increasing your abilities. Most of the guys on this island are in that category. There are men who have been here for almost 6 years, for example, Joseph and Bertrand. True, the Organizer has a limitation, if you turn 40, then you leave the island. These guys - Joseph and Bertrand - still have five years left. In any case, they have already accumulated not a bad amount of monthly fees and can open their own business on the mainland.

Martin's thoughts seemed to me very sound and realistic and in many ways they put me to rest. But I chose the option for myself: so that it does not become to win the competition.

Johnny is a giant asshole

Martin told me what that giant asshole at Johnny's. Of course, Johnny's asshole was always extremely large, and even before the competition everyone understood that the first place would be his. Rather, there is a combination of different circumstances: good genetics, very elastic sphincter and musculature, enormous endurance and a high pain threshold, and a huge will to win. It was said that when Johnny was training, then after pneumodevulsions under anesthesia, he began to continue these procedures without anesthesia, and so step by step he reached 22 cm stretching the sphincter on the pneumodevulsion. Of course, the doctor used the maximum of cream, relaxants and special "teas", but nevertheless the results shocked even the doctor. After winning the competition, the Organizer suggested that Johnny make an anus plasty, insert specially designed elastic rings throughout the colon into the anus, and an innovative composite material sorghum. These rings hold their forum quite rigidly and compress extremely poorly, while expanding quite well. Moreover, they are biologically inert and can be inserted inside a person and without allergies and other complications. For this modification of the anus, the Organizer offered Johnny a considerable sum in addition to the prize. Johnny agreed. And a month later, his anus turned into a giant gate almost 18 cm in diameter, what you saw at the performance in the amphitheater. And this anus will always be in this state. Given that, if desired, a ball and dildo with a diameter of much more than 18 cm can be inserted into this anus, and the anal rings will easily stretch to this size. Since then Johnny has become the number one star of this island. And he is necessarily the first to be shown at the performance to new participants in the competition. At the same time, Johnny's appearance itself was very impressive: he was almost 2 meters tall, weighed 140 kg, and she had pure muscle mass. Many bodybuilders would envy his musculature. The Moor ate like an elephant, and of course, when something fell out of him, then, too, there was no doubt that these were the remains of a real elephant.

Once I got to training with Johnny, it was a beast. He tore at the iron like a frantic one. After 2 hours of training, we went to lunch. Johnny was served 3 times more food and more often than others. It is clear that with such a mass and such loads, the Moor needs a huge amount of food. I suggested that Johnny go to the beach after lunch and sunbathe and swim. Ginny agreed and we went. Almost reaching the beach, I heard a loud heavy sound "Slap" behind Johnny, but as usual the Moor did not react to it in any way, I had already adopted the habit of winking, and immediately winked at Johnny, he smiled and winked back at me. Then I had to wink at him five more times until we got to the beach. I turned around and realized that here, not much, not a little, a herd of horses ran, and not one person passed. But the Indians were already running up and quickly clearing the path. A minute later, there was no trace of this "herd". A person is attracted by something pretty extraordinary, outstanding. And Johnny's asshole attracted me with indescribable power. after bathing, Johnny's anus was cleared naturally, the water near the shore was exceptionally clean and it was seen how the Moor was enjoying this clean water, which flows freely into his anus like a bucket. Of course, Johnny's rectal mucosa had become coarse enough and lost sensitivity. From an internal organ, the anus was now an external organ, and was open to all winds, waters and objects. The first year after surgery for anus plasty, Johnny several times a day lubricated the anus with various creams and sprayed with antiseptic aerosols. A year later, the doctor examined the Moor's anus and said that the anus was completely epithelized and now he can freely swim in the open sea, walk with an open anus where and when he wants, insert any objects into the anus.

When Johnny came out of the water and lay on his stomach, I could not help but stare at his huge cave. I took the cream with me and began to apply it on his back, rubbing gently into his huge muscular back and gradually descending down to the buttocks. having lubricated the buttocks, I generously smeared my hands with cream and began to stroke them the Moor's anus from the inside. It was like greasing a bucket or a well, as my two hands simply plunged into this hole without even touching the edges. So I turned my palms outward and just rubbed and stroked this cave from the inside. You could see how much Johnny liked it, he almost grumbled with delight. But I wanted to fill this cave to the brim with something. There was nothing under the hands, and the hands themselves were to the toothpicks in the bucket. I remembered the first performance in the amphitheater, when the head was thrust into the Moor. I was extremely excited and did not understand how to do it at all and whether I would succeed. I poured all my Johnny cream into the anus and once again evenly distributed the cream along the walls of the anus, then leaned my head against Johnny's anus and began to slowly press. The anus gave in to pressure quite easily and opened even more, I easily thrust half of my head into this cave. Then my nose started and I took a deep breath and holding my breath, continued to dive. Johnny twisted and whined with pleasure, helped me to push my head into his cave, leaning towards my head. My head was completely inside Johnny, I thought I would cum without hands. Something incredible was happening to me. But it was impossible to stay like this for a long time, and I began to take my head out. Halfway out, I sighed and went back inside Johnny. So I repeated 10 times 10 times Johnny twitched violently and trembled…. I realized that he was cum. I took out my head and barely touching my penis immediately finished Johnny inside his cave, abundantly splashing his walls with streams of thick sperm. For half an hour we lay and came to our senses. Johnny turned to me and kissed me deeply on the lips. Then we took another swim and headed home. On the way, I asked my friend how he decided on an anus surgery and how he thinks to live with such an anus after the island. He, in turn, asked me a rhetorical question, how did I decide to stretch my ass ?! After a little thought, Johnny replied that he always liked playing with the anus and he was not against experiments in this area. “Of course, at first I had no idea how far it could go, but moving further and further along this path, I realized that I like this path more and more,” said my friend. “As for life 'after the island', I don't see any problems here, I have earned a decent amount of money for which I can live anywhere and as I please. Of course, I will not be able to live the life of an ordinary person in the city, visit public beaches, baths and swimming pools, and in general I cannot go to any public places anymore. If, as a last resort, you can still close your asshole with a cork and go out into society for a while, without fear of uncontrolled loss of something from you, then nothing will close my cave now. But, as it turned out, I like this life. Moreover, the world is full of crazy people like our Organizer. I am periodically invited to private parties in the homes of billionaires and oligarchs and pay insane money for shows with my participation. At the moment, I am the largest asshole in the world, and this leads my fans to the strongest excitement and delight. I will tell you about one such private party later, you should have seen the face of this billionaire when he saw my asshole for the first time ... " Johnny laughed. We returned to the residence and said goodbye before dinner.

Now Shekhar himself did the daily pumping procedures for me. He was well trained in this and all the Indians on the island practiced it under the guidance of a doctor. Without spinal anesthesia, I could already expand my anus to 13 cm. Shekhar said that every day you need to extend the pumping session for at least 1 minute, and you need to reach 30 minutes in a state of maximum opening of the anus. After that, you need to slightly increase the diameter of the opening and start again from 5 minutes. After each procedure, the anus remained wide open and I admired it in the mirror. I saw that the Hindu also looks with admiration every time but my maximally open asshole. I asked him how he got to this island, or rather, how he agreed to such a job. A Hindu told me that in his homeland of India, with a billion people, the life of an ordinary guy from a slum is like hell. Dirt, poverty, hunger, humiliation and lack of any prospects. Therefore, when the recruiter asked him to be interviewed for a job as a servant in one of the private clinics, I had no doubts or objections, whatever the job was. The main primary criteria for the recruiters were as follows: a young, handsome, well-built youth, Hindu, under 20 years old. Then the recruiters checked the young man's mental, emotional status and intelligence. Then they underwent about 6 months of training, where they were told that they would need to take care of patients with sphincter incontinence. After the filth in which most of us lived, sphincter incontinence was the least of all evils, and better even said it was not considered an evil at all. Working in such a residence for me is tantamount to working in paradise. And caring for such handsome guys is like caring for and serving the gods.

The Indian story made me think about many things and understand a lot. Now it became clear both the admiration and possibly the excitement of the Indian from all that he sees and does with my anus.

Before the competition rehearsal

Three months before the competition, a final examination and assessment of all participants is made. First, a visual inspection is carried out.

10 participants go on stage, turn their backs to the audience and bend down, lying with their upper body on a special parapet, so their anus is maximally open for viewing by the audience. The doctor and assistant examine the anus for damage, cracks, or other abnormalities. When I saw these guys in this position on stage at the same time, with such big gaping open holes, I instantly became aroused. Looking around, I realized that everyone else had the same reaction. Still, could there be a more seductive sight ?! The size of the anuses was visually more or less the same for everyone, about 8 cm, except for one participant, in whom it was clearly wider than the others and seemed to be about 12 cm.In such a tilted position, the anus of the participants was maximally opened and gave a better idea of their preparation ... The doctor with a flashlight approached each anus, shone into it, felt, massaged, made notes and went to the next. Everyone's excitement was growing. But no matter what the power of arousal, even if sex in public places were allowed, there would be one problem: not a single cock, no matter how large, would even touch the walls of the anus of any athlete. The natural desire to come up and fill this gaping hole with his dick was huge, but as everyone has already seen in practice, it doesn't make any sense, it's like putting a dick in a bucket. Of course there are hands and all the guys use them to the fullest. But the main nuance is precisely that the level of stretching of the anus, which the participants in the competition, is not even close to the most advanced porn actors. Even sex at the same time in 3 cocks was not very effective. The cocks barely touched the walls of the anus and therefore there was no friction.

Then they began to measure the maximum size of the stretching of the anus. On the stage of the amphitheater, they brought out dildaks measuring from 12 to 25 cm in diameter and about 60 cm in height. All the participants were poured into the anus with a glass of lubricant and the participants began to alternately sit on all sizes of the dilodaks. The first participant reached 13 cm and could not sit down by 14 cm. The second one reached 15 cm. Then all the athletes did the same. The ninth participant, Frank, amazed everyone, he reached 20 cm, he slowly sat down on this dildo for about 8 minutes, breathed deeply and continued to move. The result was considered fixed when half of the dildo entered. When Frank reached halfway, the audience applauded and the athlete, pleased with the result, slowly began to rise, releasing this monster from you. When the anus was free, he bent his back to the audience and once again got a standing ovation, the cavern of his anus looked stunningly gigantic.

Then there was the second and third line of athletes, each of 10 people. I was in the last - third stage. My results were not bad, I mastered 15 cm (though with the last bit of strength and at the limit of my capabilities). 15 cm was an average result, and I realized that there was still a lot of work to do on stretching. In the final of the rehearsal came Joni - last year's winner of the competition. He was out of competition (according to the rules of the competition) and he just had demonstration performances. Johnny, apparently already warmed up and pulled his anus backstage, immediately went to the 25 cm dildo. Then I was told that the doctor smeared his anus with a new unique cream, relaxing all the muscles and tissues of the anus to the limit. He also drank 3 cups of special tea. A little popazirovan his cave in front of the public, he began to sit on the largest dildak. After 5 minutes of careful immersion, the dildo was in Johnny's anus by almost 2/3. A thunderous ovation was heard in the hall. From the side it looked like Joni was sitting on a big stump. And if you did not see the whole process of immersion, then it would not be possible to believe in it.

The preliminary rehearsal of the competition helped the athletes understand their real level of achievement, see the achievements of other participants and become more motivated in the remaining 3 months of preparation.

Big AssHole Fuck

Once I was swimming on the beach with Eric and Frank, we went to sunbathe. Eric asked to smear sun cream on his back. I began to apply the cream to his powerful muscular back and buttocks, and of course, I could not ignore this gaping cavern between his buttocks. I also lubricated his anus liberally from the inside, carefully massaging every inch of that inviting flesh. My hand freely entered, almost without touching the walls of the anus. My cock was staked. And although realizing the absurdity of the situation, I lay down on Eric and my penis fell into this endless cave. I just failed and that's it. No matter how I fidgeted and gagged, wherever I turned, my penis dangled in complete emptiness, well, maybe a couple of times slightly hitting the walls. It was a strange sensation. when there was a cool guy under you, but you don't feel him at all. It was at the same time and even more exciting and at the same time it was not clear how to satisfy your passion. Eric said that there are special devices and he will show them to me in the evening. The gadgets were very interesting. These were custom-made, normal-sized silicone anuses that were located inside a large, fat cylinder. These cylinders were of different sizes from 10 to 20 cm. The latter, I think, is only for Johnny's giant cave. Eric chose a cylinder 12 cm in diameter, lubricated it well and inserted it into his anus. Thus, in his asshole, a small ordinary artificial anus was formed, which could already be fucked as usual. But there was another secret in this anus. When a cock was inserted into it and fractions began to be made, the entire cylinder began to swell, due to a special pumping mechanism hidden inside. Moreover, the cylinder was inflated only outward, keeping the size of the inner anus - the hole - unchanged. The longer you fucked the guy or the more you did the amplitude, the more this cylinder swelled. of course he inflated very slowly to give him the opportunity to enjoy sex longer. I began to fuck Eric immediately, after 5 minutes Eric began to groan and moan harder, after 10 minutes he was whining loudly ... I continued to fuck him for about ten minutes. Eric was almost screaming with pain and pleasure when I began to cum. During sex, the cylinder expanded from 12 to 15 cm, which was the ultimate size for him and he had not yet mastered large sizes. After I finished, Eric took his penis in his hands and after 30 seconds he also released huge jets of sperm. I carefully took out this artificial anus from Eric, his asshole stretched even more and opened. I poured the sperm from this device into my partner's asshole and rubbed it carefully into the swollen walls of the anus.

Beach volleyball

The next day, a beach volleyball competition took place. There were 13 teams. The competition was held simultaneously on 3 sites. The athletes, of course, were not professionals in beach volleyball, and their heavy athletic figures also did not contribute to high jumps, but nevertheless, everyone took part in this play with pleasure. The level of skill was about the same for everyone, which made the competition more exciting. And, of course, there were small piquant "features" in this volleyball: periodic inevitable and uncontrollable loss of something from the athletes. The sight was comic and exciting, and exciting and shocking. The competition began at 10 am, an hour after breakfast. And immediately after the start of the game, "drops" began. On the first site, Martin and Bernard competed against Michael and Patrick. After 2 minutes of the game, during the attack, Martin jumped up and hit the ball, at the same time something fell out of it on the sand. Instantly, like boys in tennis, literally in a couple of seconds, an Indian with a scoop flew out like an arrow, grabbed what had fallen out of Martin and ran away. This action was so perfected and swift that it was not even necessary to interrupt the game.

From the stretched and developed anuses, the contents fell out quickly and easily, without getting dirty and often did not even touch the legs. If the Indians with scoops hadn't run out to the site, the players would not have noticed any "incidents" at all. Constant training of the anus, cream and injections, gradually made the anus rougher and it gradually epithelized, that is, it was covered with thicker and coarser skin. Such an anus no longer felt that something was passing through it. Then, a couple of minutes later, Patrick received the ball from below in a half-squat position, the ball bounced and, along with the ball, something bounced off Patrick. Michael made a pass and Patrick hit the ball with a running start, and at that moment something fell down Patrick again. The Indians instantly cleared everything and the game continued. Soon the same thing happened with Martin and Bernard. The same “atmosphere” reigned at other venues.

An interesting case was in match 3 on the second court. There, uncontrollable "surprises" occurred simultaneously for 3 players. It all started with the player serving, after hitting the ball and running to the net, everything that was supposed to fall out of him. Then, after accepting the ball, the contents of the player receiving the ball also spilled out, and immediately hitting the attacking player on the ball, gave a decent portion of "surprise". Here I had to make a short pause, because the Indian had to clean up in three places at once.

The spectacle of beautiful, muscular athletes playing naked volleyball is very sexy in itself. But this piquancy of the situation, which periodically arises with each player, makes this spectacle extremely exciting. You see the complete helplessness of these mighty bodies, which cannot control a completely natural physiological process. They are humiliated by this circumstance, but are unable to change anything. This is the weakness and helplessness of strong athletes, it excites violently, infinitely, deeply. Most of the players on the rest bench: the cocks are extremely excited. They themselves may not fully understand all aspects of their arousal. Although in behavior they seem to clearly express their emotions. The applause and shouts of spectator players accompany not only a successful shot or goal, but also when something falls out of the athlete. This emphasis on attention, there is some kind of crazy passionate energy, transcendent humiliation and a statement of weakness and helplessness, the one who is being applauded. Whether or not to react externally to this humiliation is everyone's business, but it is impossible not to feel shame inside, at the first sounds of applause, which you understand in no way connected with the goal. I experienced it myself. At first you do not understand why the players start clapping, then you see an Indian running with a scoop, and you understand that "this" happened. Willingly or not, you instantly feel the humiliation of this situation, especially so public. For a long time I could not get used to it, and I'm not sure if I got used to it even now.

Sometimes I was attacked by incredible anger at the Organizer and the whole Island. I wanted to control my body and not be exposed to daily multiple shame anywhere and at any time. Approaching the mirror, at times I was completely stupidly reckless and hopeless, I tried to squeeze my anus, I stood for a long time and strained all my will and my whole body ... but all attempts were in vain, the anus was motionless.

When I went to the site, literally at the 3rd reception of the ball, the body threw out its contents. I got into a reception position, took the ball, and ran to the net, and then the sound of applause confused me a little. An Indian immediately flew out and I understood everything. All the feelings that I spoke about above covered me ... but the game continued and I had no choice but to continue playing. A few minutes later, it also happened with Robert, my teammate. But the sight of his humiliation, for some reason pleased me, I even spontaneously patted him about the shoulder after that. In general, this beach volleyball competition was quite unusual, after which almost every player was overwhelmed with excitement and fatigue.

Rest day or new adventures

One of the days on the island was free from any programs and training. Everyone could rest and have fun as they pleased. After breakfast I went for a swimin the pool in the middle of the garden. Water was poured there directly from the ocean, slightly filtered.

In front of the pool there was such a flushing fountain - the invention of this island. The fountain gushed immediately from the ground on which there was a very large grate, under which there was a drainage stream. The pressure of the fountain was regulated by a pedal on the ground. I went to the stream, substituted the anus and pressed the pedal harder, the stream of water hit deep into the anus and quickly cleared it. Then I jumped into the pool and began to swim. By the way, it was impossible to swim in sea water for the first half of the year. The doctor gave an aerosol bandage, which needed to be sprayed on the hollow before immersion in seawater. The aerosol covered the anus with a thin film that protected the walls of the rectum from salt and other irritants. The hollow was well open for everyone, and the sea water freely walked along the anus, as in any other sea lagoons and grottoes. Over time, the skin of the anus hardened and it was possible to swim without using an aerosol. Then Eric and Cruz joined me and we started playing ball on the water.

After swimming we lay down on the sun loungers and began to sunbathe. The sun loungers had holes at the level of the anus, like all the furniture for sitting and lying in the residence. Island sun loungers were much higher than all standard ones, so that an amphora was placed under them and it was convenient for the staff to change them.

Inability to live off the island

An interesting and understandable fact that there were no toilets in the garden and public areas. There were only toilets in every bungalow and in the main palace. There were no toilets - that is why there is no need for them. If you need to pee, there are a million bushes, trees and drainage streams on the territory. The rest of the needs are not reflected, controlled and not managed, therefore, they do not need a special institution. It looks like the Chief Architect of the residence has thought everything through carefully. He created the Island of humiliation and helplessness, where the most beautiful and athletic guys are forced, in certain aspects, to live like cattle, constantly and in public to experience humiliation. At the same time, there was not the slightest violence and restriction of free will. It was all very cleverly thought up. Any participant in the competition could leave the island at any time and return home, no one limited him. Patrick once told me that last year he and a couple of guys, after the competition that Johnny won, decided to return home. At first, Patrick could not even understand how he needs to dress and what to do with the anus to close it. First, he tried the cork tunnel he wore a year ago. But the hollow has since stretched decently and the 8 cm tunnel did not even touch the walls of the anus. New custom tunnels could be ordered on the island, which Patrick did. He ordered 3 sizes at once 12, 14 and 16 cm. But when the tunnels arrived and Patrick tried them on and…. it became clear that with them, you can walk. That is, without tunnels, the large open elastic anus does not interfere with walking or sitting on a chair. But with a tunnel, even 12 mm, it was very difficult to move your legs and it was absolutely impossible to sit down somewhere. And Patrick, in addition, for complete tightness, only fit the largest tunnel - 16 cm. That is, of course, spreading your legs wide apart and somehow cunningly bending you could hobble a few tens of meters ... but this could only be done as an exception or as a circus clown performance. Thus, the option with a plug and a tunnel was eliminated.

Then the guys ordered the biggest adult diapers. When they arrived, and the guys put them on, it became clear that one more number could be added to the circus program of clowns. It was easier to walk in these diapers than with a huge tunnel, but still, quite uncomfortable. And then it was absolutely not clear how to hide it under clothes. The guys remained at a loss for a while. Then Patrick made up his mind. She put on a diaper and widest wide trousers (also made to order). These pants didn't really solve the situation, but at least they looked socially acceptable. And trying to walk with his usual gait, which, to be honest, he was not very good at, went home. He was taken by private plane to the nearest public airport and then he got home on his own. The first thing Patrick ran into was the need for a diaper change and washing. The second is that almost everyone around him looked at him very strangely, seeing his swelling under his pants and a strange gait. Thirdly, he did not understand when he needed to change the diaper at all, he had to check it regularly somehow. Well, and many more different difficulties and difficulties Patrick met on his way home. I will not describe here everything that my friend told me then. I will only say that at the end of the way to the house, Patrick was so exhausted that he decided to return back to the Island. In addition, it was not clear how generally to go in this form in front of old friends and family. The other guys returned to the Island after 2 and 3 months. And it seems the "Chief Architect" also knew this very well and planned. Patrick said that they are now prisoners without the chains and shackles of this Ostrava. And although life on the Island was quite worthy, rich and interesting, but it became the only place where such helpless guys can comfortably exist.

After Patrick's story I felt uneasy, but I also remembered Johnny's story. Our biggest athlete traveled the world, on "special" tours, where he lived and stayed. And it seems he did not mention any special difficulties associated with our general helplessness. I decided to talk to Johnny about it sometime later.

First night at the residence

It's time to tell you what happened on the first night of my arrival at the residence. Martin, Eric, Ethan and Cruz came to see me that night. I was given a special Indian tea with intoxicating herbs to drink, washed and laid on the bed. From the large bag that my guests brought, various huge dildos, balls and other things began to get out. A glass of fragrant oil was poured into my anus. Two hands, without resistance, entering the anus, began to rub oil into the walls of the intestine. Considering that for half a year there was not a single living object in my anus, I felt incredibly blissful and excited. Two living human palms, not a metal cylinder, gently rubbed my already well-stretched hole. Hands entered my anus completely freely, or rather, they just fell into it. At first I didn't even realize that it was 2 hands. Soon I felt a little pressure and another hand joined the first two. “It can't be truth,” I thought, “there are three hands inside me, but I can hardly feel them ... maybe this tea works like that?! or maybe I just didn’t realize how wide my anus was stretched out by the doctor ....?! ” In any case, I had exactly three hands inside me and they gave me great pleasure. Then another, fourth hand, squeezed into my hole. It already entered with little resistance, I felt the anus bursting from the inside. Four hands began slowly and gently stretch my anus in different directions. At some point, they hands pulled hard enough in different directions and I felt the maximum stretching of anus and a wave of anal orgasm covered me. I started shaking, moaning, whining…. Hands a little weakened their onslaught .., but after half a minute already again moved into battle. Soon I felt even stronger pressure, and realized that the fifth hand was squeezing into me. It hurt a little, but bearable. On hands over They poured more oil and the fifth hand, making the last effort, entered my hole. I was shaking all over again…. It was another anal orgasm. I looked in the mirror ... incredible ... it just can't be truth ... It can't be my anus. I couldn't believe my eyes. Five hands at the same time ... Damn, what a giant cave my ass has now become.

New participants in the competition appear on the island quite rarely, and the appearance of new fresh "meat" is always an event on the island. In addition, everyone understands that "meat" was half a year without sex and was ready to do anything for it. Five hands remained in me for about half an hour. They pulled my asshole, turned, stroked the anus from the inside, giving me indescribable pleasure. Then I felt all hands move out at the same time. Slowly but moderately, all hands more and more came out of my anus and stretched it wider and wider. I felt that they would tear me in half… .but, a little more effort…. the anus is stretched to chaos .... Eeeee! Fuh !!! They hands are finally leaving the anus. A feeling of indescribable relief covers me. The hole is open wider than ever. I see it reflections in the mirror, and freeze in horror and delight. Truly, there is no limit to human perfection.

Cruz takes a huge ball, 15 cm in diameter, lubricates it with oil and puts it on my anus. Then he presses hard on him ... the anus slowly begins to accept this giant cannonball. Unlike fisting, which I practiced «before the Island", now I did not have to relax and open the muscles of the anus in order to put any hands or dildo inside me. All the muscles of the anus were completely disconnected from the control of the brain, the sphincter was destroyed, all tissues were well stretched. Therefore, anything could be shoved into my anus without the slightest opportunity for me to resist. Anus took this large ball as a natural and taken for granted accessory. Then two guys lift me into their arms, holding my hips. They turn my ass to the ground and the ball begins to crawl out of my anus. The ball is so large that the anus cannot release it immediately. The ball sags down, stretching down the tissue. With every second, the ball pulls down the anus lower and lower ... Not much more ... and the maximally stretched and destroyed anus releases the ball and it falls on the bed.

Then, they was laid me on the bed with the anus up. Cruz, Martin and Eric, in a cunning way arranged themselves in a circle, inserted their cock inside me. Although "inserted" is not the right word, they just put their dicks in the cave of my anus. Ethan took a 12cm diameter dildo and shoved it into my hole. Thus, I ended up with three dicks and a giant dildo. The guys started fucking me furiously. Ethan, continuing to support the dildo in my anus, put his dick in my mouth. A stormy and passionate fucking began. The anus was cracking at the seams and it brought me great pleasure. The fucking did not last so long, all the guys were extremely excited. After 10 minutes, the guys began to cum in my hole, and Ethan plentifully and deeply cum in my mouth.

After 5 minutes of rest, they turned me over on my back, bent my legs and Martin inserted a strap-on, 13 cm in diameter. The 13 cm dildo slipped easily enough in my broken-up hole. Ethan fucked me wildly with it while the rest of the athletes sucked my cock. I was aroused to the limit and after 3 minutes began to cum. The sperm was like a breeding bull. My juices were enough for all the guys. They eagerly swallowed every last drop. During the night, the guys fucked me several times in different ways, and in the end each came three times. It was the most unforgettable night in my life, which, fortunately, has repeated more than once.

Doctor

Once a week, I went to the Doctor for an examination and procedure for extreme pneumatic evulsion. Today, as usual, I was at the doctor at the appointed time. The doctors at the main residence were named Nikolos. He examined my anus and said that the epithelialization was going very well and soon I would be able to swim in seawater without using a protective aerosol. And he also noted that I have an extremely elastic sphincter and other tissues of the anus, and that he did not remember such a fast and steady progress for a long time. “Today, half a year has passed since the first anal injections and we need to repeat them,” the doctor said. "Why are they being repeated, Doc," I asked. “The innervation of the nerve fibers may recover slightly over time, and then this will drastically reduce the progress and the possibility of stretching the anus. To get the main prize, you need to give your best and without these injections - you won't see the prize. " Nikolos explained. "That is, if these injections are no longer done, the anus will restore its function?" - I asked with naive hope in my voice. The doctor smiled and after a short pause replied: “Look at your hollow in the mirror, Adrian. There is a chance that it will ever close and work ?! " the doctor asked. My hollow was 9 centimeters open and gaped like a large cave. Of course, my question was extremely naive, but I could not help but ask. "Injections are needed to win the competition and continue progress," the doctor repeated once again, "with the complete absence of nerve signals in the sphincter, it becomes as soft and elastic as possible." I remembered Martin told me that without injections the sphincter could recover slightly, and it would be possible to somehow manage the toilet. But he did not give real examples. Therefore, even if the doctor didn’t tell the whole truth, I didn’t say or ask anything about this issue, since in any case I was aimed at competition and first place.

Nikolos, smeared my anus with an anesthetic, waited until it worked, and made a series of small injections around the entire perimeter of the sphincter. Although this time it is better to say: “around the entire perimeter of a huge cave”, since the sphincter could no longer be found, it was destroyed and stretched so much that the anus became a single solid tube without any special constrictions. Then the doctor heavily lubricated the entire anus with cream and began the pneumodevulsion procedure. This time we got to the size 17 cm. It was another record. Nikolos said that in a week they will do this procedure with spinal anesthesia and see my new possibilities. After the pneumodevulsion, my anus remained open by 12 cm.When I returned to the bungalow, Shekhar immediately notice that my anus has become noticeably larger and in this state is equal to Patrick's anus, who is still the leader among all the guys in the visual size of the hollow (not counting, of course, Johnny) ... But it is clear that the effect of pneumatic evulsion disappears significantly after a couple of days.

• Chapter 2

The story contains scenes of BDSM, fisting, medical procedures, extreme modifications, incontinence, ultimate humiliation, helplessness, huge prolapse, Ass Play, dildo, Public Sex, Rough Sex, Forced, Slut, Cum Dump, Gangbang, Exhibitionism, Anal sex,

The story tells the case of a guy who ended up on the island of an unknown billionaire, who eliminated an old competition called "the biggest hole»

Meeting with the "Organizer"

One day the Organizer visited the island. Shekhar said that the Organizer wanted to see me and escorted me to the main residence. I was told that I can enter the office and wait, the Organizer will come soon. I entered a luxurious, huge office with a large balcony. The office was on the top floor of the palace and from there a beautiful view of the garden and the sea opened. I went out onto the balcony, bent over a little and leaned against the railing and, enchanted, began to admire the amazing view of the garden. After a couple of minutes I heard a cough from behind and turned around. I saw a handsome, strong man of about 40, dressed only in jockeys. The man had a slightly oddly wide pelvis, but in general it did not spoil his strong, muscular figure. “A great way to impress me,” the man said, directing his gaze to my huge destroyed anus, which was clearly visible in my position. I was a little embarrassed remembering what a giant hollow my anus now represents.

The man held out his hand and introduced himself: "Lawrence." “Adrian,” I answered, shaking his hand. “I am the Organizer of this strange competition and the owner of this island,” Lawrence continued. “I imagined you differently,” I replied. And in truth, the Organizer was good-looking and could pass for a competitor. “I heard a lot from the doctor about your progress,” continued Lawrence, “your achievements are impressive and I decided to get to know you personally.” The organizer went to the railing, leaned on them, stood next to me. "How do you like the view of the island" - asked Lawrence. “Impressive,” I replied. “Adrian, please, bring a tray of tea, it is on the table in the study,” the Organizer asked. I went for tea, and the Organizer remained standing on the balcony in the same position, leaning against the railing and bending down slightly. I took the tray in my hands and turned towards the balcony ... and then I was stunned. I almost dropped the tray from my hands. The organizer had his back to me, bending over slightly and the sight that opened up to me amazed any, even the most daring imagination. The Organizers had an anus even bigger than Johnny's. It was a road transport tunnel in the mountains for large vehicles. It looked like a huge a cannonball shot through Lawrence in this place. I stood spellbound and numb, not moving and having lost track of time. I don't know how long I stood like that when I heard the ironic voice of the Organizer: "Adrian, are you all right ?!" I looked from the anus to the face of this heroic owner of the largest hollow in the world. Lawrence smiled and looked from my face to my groin. I looked down and saw that my penis was staked and ready to explode with excitement.

Lawrence smiled even more and asked, "How about tea ?!" I slowly walked over to the Organizer and served him tea. At that moment, the spoon fell from the tray to the floor and Lawrence bent down to pick it up. And I was left standing with a tray in my hands. When Lawrence bent down, his huge cave appeared in all its glory before my eyes. I caught my breath, and the cock was at the limit of its excitement. It was a huge, deep cavern that extended to the sigmoid colon. It was clear that this anus also underwent plastic surgery, like Johnny's anus, but the dimensions of this cave seemed beyond the realm of possibility. Lawrence straightened up and saw my stunned face, rhetorically asked: "How do you like it?" He took the tray from my hand, put it on the floor, and handed me a bottle of oil, which was also on the tray. Lawrence bent down again and I didn't need to explain what to do with the oil. I poured a little on my hands and the rest of Laurence in the anus. I began to gently rub this oil with my palms over the entire inner surface of this huge gaping cave. It looked like I was oiling a huge well. Then I moved closer, lubricated my penis with oil, and began to drive my penis along the walls of the "well", gently massaging every millimeter of this inviting flesh with it. I tried to push this well with my hands even wider, the walls of the well gave in easily and allowed it to stretch for a few more centimeters in each direction. Now it is clear why the Organizer had such a wide basin.

Lawrence purred with pleasure as I stroked the deepest parts of his cave. Lawrence got up and went to the sofa, standing up doggy style. He showed me a large ball-shaped desk lamp. Taking the lamp in hand, I realized that it was not an ordinary lamp, but a specially made to order. Simply put, it was a huge, smooth ball on a beautiful thick metal handle. I greased the ball with oil and began to insert into Laurence's anus. A little pressure and the ball plunged entirely into a bottomless cave. Lawrence groaned with pleasure. The lamp ball was about the size of a volleyball. I began to slowly fuck with this ball Lawrence's anus. Sometimes there was a feeling that I was cleaning a giant cannon with a huge ramrod. The organizer stroked himself with a cock. In one of the frictions, I thrust the ramrod into the "gun" as deep as possible and Lawrence moaned loudly and began to finish. I took out the ball and literally jerked my penis a couple of times and also finished profusely right in the giant hollow of Lawrence. Then he carefully rubbed his juices into his anus. Lawrence stretched out on the sofa and invited me to lie down too.

I could not resist and asked: "how is it possible to develop the anus to such a gigantic size?" Lawrence smiled and replied: “Nothing is impossible for a billionaire. The most difficult thing was to move the pelvic bones a little. But in general, for modern medicine, this is a feasible task. And from an anatomical point of view, there are no miracles. The pelvic bones have little mobility; we surgically pushed them wider. And after that, it became much easier to stretch the anus as there was more space for soft tissues. In general, soft tissues can stretch almost indefinitely, the main thing is to do it gradually and regularly. I have done plastic surgery on the anus several times by inserting stretching rings inside the intestinal wall. These rings prevent the tissues from sagging and shrinking, and at the same time stretch them even further in width. Now my anus is constantly open by 15 cm and can be stretched by 26 cm. " I looked at Lawrence with surprise and delight: “Incredible! How long have you been living with such an anus? " “For more than 10 years,” the Organizer replied, “I have reached the maximum in this area and now I am gathering colleagues for myself so that they, too, could reach the maximum in this area.”

Now it was becoming clear to me both the purpose of this competition and the reason for such a heavenly comfortable living conditions on the island. "How do you lead social and business life, you probably have a lot of things to do in your ordinary life outside the island?" I asked. “Well, with a lot of money, there is no problem to adapt the world around you,” Laurence replied, “all my houses, cars, planes and yachts are specially equipped to live in this way. At meetings and business events, of course, I can only appear in a special wheelchair, equipped as I require. Everyone in society thinks that I have a problem with the spine and that, although I can move and walk, the “pains” make me move more comfortably in a self-propelled chair. As you can see, I have foreseen everything. " - The Organizer finished the story. I thought about it and then asked: “But still complete freedom and pleasure is m brings life to this island ?! Where are all "ours" and where you can live naturally and openly ?! Walking naked and not worrying about anything ?! " “And you are a smart guy,” said Lawrence, “By the way, this afternoon we go deep sea fishing on my yacht, there will be Johnny and Frank. You are also included in the list of fishing participants. Will you go? " “Of course,” I replied.

Lunch with the Organizer

The arrival of the Organizer was celebrated with a festive dinner. To do this, all the tables were made around the central pool in the shape of the letter C. When everyone was sitting in a circle, everyone saw each other well. Everyone has already gathered when the Organizer appears. He was greeted with applause and whistles. He differed from everyone else only in that he was in the jock, and of course in that he had the biggest hollow behind him, which aroused the envy and desire of all those present. When he walked past the next guys, and they could see his anus, ovations and screams intensified to frenzy. Lawrence went to his chair, greeted everyone, and sat down at the table. After half an hour of dinner, there was a sound of "slapping" under Bernard's chair .., retinues, shouts and clapping of hands were immediately heard from everywhere. Since guys rarely gather at a common dinner table, in today's situation you are on view of all the guys at the same time, this changes feelings and causes more feelings of awkwardness and shame. It was evident that Bernard was embarrassed, despite the great experience of life on the island. Lunch continued for another 5 minutes and the next participant - Harry gave a "surprise". Harry was embarrassed and blushed all over. He was always distinguished by modesty and subtle mental organization. And even on this skeleton, this situation has always been extremely humiliating for him. He did not look at anyone. The general whistle and shouts intensified his shame at times. I sat in my chair and almost prayed that this cup would pass me by ... But of course it was not possible.

After 5 minutes it happened to me. I fully understood Harry's feelings. How many times I wanted to sink into the ground ... Martin, my neighbor, began to slap me on the shoulder and wink. Then "surprises" began to occur more often, and 8 more people in the next hour caused a standing ovation from the audience. Then a "surprise" happened to the Organizer. The Organizer was sitting in a big chair, bigger, taller and more elegant than the rest of the guys. Therefore, his chair and the amphora underneath were much better visible. When everyone heard a loud “slap” sound under the Organizer's chair, everyone froze and stared at him. Almost immediately, a few more "splash" "splash" came from under his chair. In a moment, all the guys roared with loud shouts and applause. It seemed to me that the face of Lawrence, this experienced and hardened man, flashed shame and embarrassment; and at the same time some kind of secret pleasure. His omnipotence and authority in ordinary life were almost nothing here. Here his helplessness and inability to control himself were in plain sight. And here everyone could enjoy his shame and humiliation at any second. It is also a pleasure that everyone is equal in this shame. The pleasure of seeing and enjoying the shame of another in a minute. Lawrence got up and announced that now everyone is waiting for a magical dessert of exotic fruits, berries and herbs.

Newcomer

Rumor has it that a new one will arrive today. This will be the youngest competitor among us. He recently turned 19. Our doctor also said that due to the fact that there were only 2 months left before the competition, the newcomer was being prepared in an accelerated mode. The tunnel was removed from the anus only immediately upon arrival at the main residence. And he still has no idea about some of the side effects. Therefore, all those present are asked to pay special attention to the newcomer.

The newcomer arrived almost at lunchtime. He settled in his bungalow and soon his servant escorted him to the dining area. As usual, he was introduced to all the guys on the island and, as it turned out, was escorted to our table. He became the sixth guy at our table. Like everyone else on the island, he was a tall, muscular handsome guy. Apparently because the tunnel was taken out to him only an hour ago, his anus was especially open and seemed decently worked out. The newcomer's name was Ben. Ben's youth was striking, if you did not see his large developed hollow, he seemed like a virgin. He was more restrained and modest than I was when I first arrived at the main residence. The Organizer and 5 other guys were at the next table. Apart from the festive dinner, the Organizer rarely attended general dinners, but today he was with us. He sat facing the newcomer and could see everything that was happening at our table. Of course, Ben, could not help but notice the amphora under each chair and could easily guess their purpose. At the same time, he had not yet been trained and had not even been told anything about it and he was embarrassed to ask the obvious question. Yet his youth and naivety led him to believe that these amphorae are just garbage cans. And he tried not to think about it anymore. At the beginning of lunch he was offered a special Indian herbal tea, which increased appetite and slightly uplifted mood. The road, excitement and tea greatly increased Ben's appetite. He ate like an elephant.

Lunch was coming to an end and, as always, while talking with a newcomer, time passed unnoticed ... After 2 hours of lunch, Ethan asked Ben to bring water, which ran out at their table. The water table was 20 steps away from their table. Ben got up and went to get water. Its large, beautiful hollow gaped and surprised with its size. On the way back, almost reaching the table, everyone heard a loud “splash” sound behind Ben. Ben did not immediately understand what had happened, but when he saw that all eyes turned to him…. froze in place…. Then he heard a couple more powerful "splash" "splash" behind him. He looked down ... and could not believe his eyes ... .. At this moment, according to tradition, everyone applauded and whistled. Ben was numb. A terrible public shame happened to him, how could this happen ... He blushed like cancer and could hardly stand on his feet. I experienced some inexpressible pleasure looking at this humiliation of the newcomer. Ben stood with his head bowed, unable to do anything. I got up from the chair, hugged him by the shoulders and offered to sit down, helping and pushing him towards the chair. Ben barely moved, but still sat down in his chair. We told him that this is the tradition and initiation of every newcomer to this island. And that now he is a real participant in the "Biggest Hollow" competition and a full-fledged resident of this island. I told him quietly, “What just happened are the side effects of stretching the anus, without which it is impossible to win the competition. Everyone has these side effects and therefore there is an amphora under each of our stools. And under your chair too. You will soon get used to it, or at least stop paying too much attention to it. "

I'm not sure if Ben understood everything I said, but to some extent my calm and confident voice calmed him down a little. Although we barely heard Ben until the end of this day, he was quieter than water, below the grass. A few minutes later Ben heard a "splash" "splash" under Martin's chair and saw everyone winking at him. And then the conversation continued as if nothing had happened. A delicious fruit dessert with vanilla soufflé was served. Ben ate several portions. Ben's big appetite made itself felt in a couple of minutes, and we heard a powerful "splash" "splash" under his chair. Everyone began to wink happily at Ben. Ben guessed what had happened and was again wildly embarrassed. His servant immediately ran up and replaced the amphora. Ben couldn't find a place for himself and looked down embarrassedly. “Nothing buddy, you get used to it, everyone gets used to it…. Now this is your new life, enjoy…” Ethan told the newcomer. And yet, damn it, it was nice to see the embarrassment and humiliation of this young Apollo, who from now on has lost the ability to control his physiological processes and will be forced to give "surprises" all his life anywhere and at any time, in front of everyone around him.

Walk into the sea and 3 black men

The next day, the Organizer invited me, a newcomer and Frank for a boat trip. He said it would be an unforgettable trip and see what a beginner is capable of. At first it was planned to invite Joni as well, but he left the island for a couple of days on business. We sailed on the Organizer's luxurious yacht far out to sea. The wardroom had a transparent bottom and everyone could see fabulously beautiful sea inhabitants. We heard the sound of propellers soon. Lawrence asked us to put on shorts and put them on himself. He said there will be unusual guests, and it is better not to shock them or, on the contrary, not to excite them right away with our luxurious anuses. A minute later, a small helicopter landed on the yacht's landing pad. From there came 3 negroes dressed only in a saronga, something like a light men's skirt. They were smooth, sporty, not tough guys like us, but they had other dignity, as we soon saw. Lawrence greeted the guests and signaled for drinks. They were served fragrant iced Indian tea, of course with additional effects, as we all soon discovered. Some unimaginable giant hoses or pipes protruded through the negros saronga. I can't even call them phalluses, because phalluses of this size, as I thought, do not exist. It could be called an elephant's trunk, no less. We were also served tea, but with a slightly different aroma and "effect". The Organizer said that everyone should feel liberated and not be ashamed of anything. A few minutes later, the hoses under the sarongs of the blacks began to twitch strangely and swell even more. The negroes looked lustful and excited, and did not take their eyes off our bodies. Lawrence invited everyone to go on deck. The bright tropical sun was hot. The Organizer handed out sun cream to the blacks and asked them to spread the guys with this cream. The Negroes themselves did not need a cream, since their skin was naturally protected from the sun's rays.

One of the blacks went up to the newcomer, squeezed a generous amount of cream on his back and began to spread it with his palms. Then he squeezed the cream into his palm and, remaining from the side of his back, began to smear pour the cream over Ben's wide and firm chest. At the same time, he strongly pressed his hips to the thighs of the young Apollo. Saronga was already bumping up decently in front when the black man stepped back a little from the guy. The Negro was aroused to the limit, such a juicy strong beautiful young body in his hands. The negro threw off the sarong ... and my jaw dropped .... It can't be. It was a cock the size of a huge fire hose, at least 8 cm in diameter, and about 40 cm long. The other Negro had the same size. The first black man lowered Ben's shorts and pressed his monster cock to his buttocks. He didn’t have time to notice what a huge cavern gaping between his buttocks. He pressed his monster harder and began to drive it over the buttocks. And suddenly, he felt how his cock began to fall completely free somewhere, without the slightest resistance and pressure, just fall into the depths. The Negro understood perfectly well that his monster could not enter any anus in the world so easily and freely. Even the biggest holes he had ever met, he entered with great difficulty and a huge amount of lubrication. The Negro did not understand what was happening and stared down in amazement. He saw how Ben's huge cave took his penis whole, and at the same time the walls of the cave did not even touch the cock. The Negro was stunned and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His excitement was at its breaking point. He tried to do frictions, but realized that it was useless, his monster barely touches the walls of the anus. Although in the very depths the anus narrowed a little and the Negro felt something with his cock head, but still it was too little to make full-fledged frictions. The negro took out his monster and sat down to see this luxurious tunnel with his eyes. Yes, he saw this for the first time in his life. Like Ben and the rest of us, this is the first time we've ever seen such giant phalluses.

Lawrence watched with pleasure and jerk off his cock. He invited the negro to lie down on the deck, the newcomer to sit on top of this monster and lean forward. He took the sunscreen and squeezed it liberally into Ben's anus. Ben sat on a cock of the Negro as the Organizers said. Then, Lawrence asked the second black man fell in behind and gently enter into Ben. The Negro could not believe his eyes, but nevertheless settled down behind and began slowly but surely to insert his monster into the hole of the novice. The point with difficulty, but succumbed to the pressure and the giant phallus of the second negro began to sink deeper and deeper. Young Apollo screamed and groaned loudly. He felt himself being torn in half by these two monstrous cock. But Indian tea with "effects" did its job, and strong euphoria, along with pain relief, helped Ben to accept these giants. We looked at this sight with bated breath. It's like a deadly circus ride, only with the utmost arousal and strong erection. The second black man inserted his phallus all the way and it seems Ben saw the stars in the sky. Two giant cannons were completely inside the young Apollo. From the outside, it seemed surprising that Ben had not yet died or had not been torn in half. But it was clear from his face that he was at the height of bliss. The second black man began to rhythmically move his penis in the huge anus. The anus was stretched to the limit. Ben groaned in ecstasy. For about 15 minutes, the Negro pounded Ben's anus at an increasing pace. The Organizer constantly added oil to the moving piston of the negro. The tea, which the blacks drank, also contained substances that greatly slow down ejaculation, so the black man could not cum, although he was very aroused. Soon the negro exhausted and left the newcomer. His place was taken by the third negro and with fresh strength continued to ram the huge Ben's cave. When the third negro also spent all his energy and did not cum, he left Ben. Slightly alive Ben slipped from the first black man's penis and crashed onto the deck. His hole became even larger and the negroes looked in amazement at this bottomless, wide open cave.

Iced tea was again served to the negroes. We all rested and drank drinks. Soon, by the reared clubs from the crotch of the blacks, we realized that they were ready for battle. Me and Frank were fucked in the same way for about a couple more hours. But the culmination of the evening was Lawrence. When two blacks inserted their huge phalluses into him, the Organizer's anus was still free. The upper negro tried to do frictions, but still the cock fell freely into the void, practically without touching the walls of the anus. Then a third negro came up. The second negro leaned forward and lay on Lawrence, making space for the third. With such dimensions of cock as those of these blacks, it was not difficult to insert 3 cock. We poured oil on the anus of the Organizer and the third black man started his way inside. Three cocks of 8 cm in diameter is the maximum size for which the Organizer's anus could stretch. And the third black man did it! The Organizer also seems to have seen the sky in diamonds. Living cock have long been unable to satisfy the anus of the Organizer and today for the first time these monsters forced him to open to the limit. Third Negro began to fuck Lawrence’s ass. Lawrence moaned, wriggled, shouted, but did not stop the process. No movie in the history of the porn industry could compare with the fact that we watched at this moment. Three gigantic, inconceivably huge phalluses rammed an equally gigantic anus. We have seen that Lawrence's anus ring is stretched to the limit. I do not know how long it lasted, but the Negro growled at his friend and from all over he inserted his penis all the way into the hole of the Organizer. The strongest orgasm was accompanied by screams and convulsions. It seemed the entire beastly creature of the Negro burst out. The Negro cum abundantly in the anus of the Organizer and left him. As it turned out, the Organizer also cum at that moment. In the screams and growls of the negro, we did not even notice it. The Organizer slid off the remaining two cocks and collapsed onto the deck, telling us to continue. The remaining 2 blacks fucked me and Frank for some time. I remember that when I was fucking of two nigger I also saw the sky with diamonds. It is indescribable bliss of maximum filling and stretching. When the negro lowered his juices into my ass, he took out his monster and then carefully rubbed the sperm into the walls of my anus with his palm. God, that was amazing!

With difficulty moving my legs, I somehow got to my cabin and fell into a sweet and deep dream. I dreamed that I was kidnapped by huge black dragons and they carried me to their dragon island. And there all the male dragons abused their captive with the help of their unimaginably giant penises.

Organizer history

In the morning at breakfast we were alone with the Organizer, the others were still asleep, and he told me his story.

When he was 18 years old, he got an appointment with a proctologist with a diagnosis of sphincter spasm. This is a common, not uncommon disease in which the anus hurts badly. “With no anal sex,” Lawrence told me, “I didn’t know, I didn’t even think, I was a perfect virgin.” Nice cute doctor, examined my anus. He inserted some kind of device and began to twist something ... while the device began to expand, opening wide my anus. Then he looked for a long time and felt my hollow. Although I felt discomfort and inconvenience, still something in this procedure struck me as strangely attractive. After the examination, the doctor somehow mysteriously smiled and prescribed me a cream for the anus. He said that in general, the cream is not a very effective remedy, but you need to try. “If it doesn't help, then come to the appointment in 2 weeks,” the doctor said. I threw my head and left. I regularly smeared my anus for two weeks. Pain in the anus did not stop and I had to go to the doctor again. Dr. Holtsten seemed overjoyed at my visit. He said that if the cream does not work, then physical therapy should be done. He told me about pneumodivulsion and assured me that it would not hurt, since the procedure is suitable under local anesthesia. My pains were strong enough and there was nothing to do but agree to these strange procedures. Dr. Holtsten explained that they need to be done weekly for 3 months, otherwise the result will not be recorded and a relapse may begin. “Can I start right now if you don't mind ?! You just need to do a bowel cleansing first, ”the doctor suggested. I agreed. Everything happened really completely painlessly, and I would even say almost imperceptibly for me.

The first pneumodevulsion lasted 10 minutes. Only later did I learn that at the first procedure the doctor immediately opened my anus up to 9 cm. Apparently it was some kind of natural elasticity of the anus, which surprised and, it seems, pleased the doctor. The doctor prescribed me some other cream and told me to smear it on the anus 2 times a day. And he warned that when the action of anesthesia passes, there will be an unusual sensation in the anus, but after the cream everything should go away. In general, as if nothing had happened, feeling great and cheerful, I went home. An hour later, the anus really began to feel strange, as if I had been thoroughly raped. Although I will repeat again, I was a perfect virgin in the anal plan. I thoroughly lubricated the anus with cream and soon the discomfort disappeared. “Well, what to do,” I said to myself, I need to be treated and forget forever about the spasm of the sphincter.

I went to the doctor every week for 3 months. Since I did not see my anus, then in general I did not know at all what was happening to him and did not worry about it. Only the doctor saw my anus, and he was completely delighted with how big and stretched my hollow becomes. During the last pneumo-evulsion procedure, Dr. Holsten opened my hollow 16 cm. Of course I did not see this. But I saw the strangely pleased face of the doctor. The doctor looked at my huge open hollow and thought: “Now this anus will forever remain so big and stretched. At 18, this guy's hollow looks like a hardened experienced gay who has been doing double fisting for 20 years. The many folds of the anus and its very size spoke of the "great experience" of this young guy. Well, nothing can be done! But this guy no longer has a sphincter spasm. And the normal anus is no longer there either. The doctor finished the last procedure and said that now I am healthy, and 90% of the spasm of the sphincter is healed. However, in rare cases, it happens that spasms may return over time. Then you need to immediately repeat these procedures.

I thanked the doctor and went home. I got used to the fact that after the end of the anesthesia, the anus began to ache strangely, and in advance I lubricated it with plenty of cream. But this time, even with the cream, I felt a strong schedule in the anus. I had, not for the first time, a strange desire to insert something into the anus, so that this schedule would somehow correspond to the presence of something big in the ass. Each time I dismissed this desire, telling myself that I was not a pervert or gay, it’s just a temporary feeling after treatment. But this time, this desire overcame all my fears and concerns. Only a bottle of aftershave cream was at hand, I lubricated it and pressed it against the anus. What was my surprise that the bottle literally from a slight pressure easily and without resistance completely slipped inside the anus. I was a little taken aback. How can it be that the anus so easily, without the slightest discomfort and resistance, missed such a not small bottle ... But the feeling of the bottle in the anus, without anesthesia, caused me a strong erection and powerful excitement. I didn't know what to think. I started to jerk off and after a minute came with the strongest orgasm I have ever had.

All but whose I slept badly. Strange dreams and thoughts bothered me. I was frightened and at the same time attracted by what I felt from the bottle after shaving inserted into my anus. And yet the next day I made up my mind and invited a healthy black man with a big penis. The cock of this black male was truly enormous. Seeing my young age, Mike asked: “Are you sure you can handle it ?! Few can stand my handsome man, ”and he looked at his club. I replied that we will not guess, let's just check. Mike smeared his penis with lubricant and carefully began to insert his penis into my anus. When his cock freely, without much resistance, completely plunged into me, he exclaimed "Damn, even a tank can fit in this huge cave!" And he began powerfully, sweepingly, without the slightest fear that he might break my anus, fuck me. We finished at the same time. "Yes, who would have thought that such a young creature has such limitless possibilities and anus size," said Michael, "dike, I'll take a look at this treasure." And the black man put me on all fours, and straightened to push my buttocks apart with his hands. "Fuck! This is really a subway tunnel! When did you manage to stretch it like that ?! " he exclaimed. “Then he smeared his hand with cream and easily put a fist in my anus. The fist passed freely. And it started. Michael started punching me with great speed. The fist went in and out easily. The anus opened and did not resist. I was at the height of bliss and soon finished violently again. That's how easily and naturally I discovered anal sex and fisting.

After Michael left, I decided to see how my anus still looks like. Before that, somehow it did not interest me. But the exclamations of the negro made me think about what was so surprising there. Seeing my anus in the mirror, I froze and was dumbfounded ... I do not know how long I was in shock ... but I could not imagine that it was really my ass. It was a huge hollow, torn apart, stretched out, with a huge number of folds. I couldn't believe my eyes. But I also could not take my eyes off this sight. I remembered the satisfied look of the doctor when I was with him for the procedure. Yes, probably, the doctor was also a great lover of young and developed anuses, and besides, he was the creator of this cave of Alibaba. But the role of the doctor did not end there….

One slightly unpleasant consequence of this treatment still bothered me. At the moments when the unbearable wanted to go to the toilet and the pressure from inside the intestines was great, the anus could not hold back this pressure and something fell out. As I did not try with all my might to squeeze the anus - it still opened. Apparently, these procedures greatly stretched the muscles of the anus and weakened them. Now it was necessary to always go to the toilet in advance and not wait for the intestinal overflow. I have read that it is also possible to use special medical anal plugs that prevent the intestinal contents from falling out. And I decided to try using them. The problem turned out to be that the plugs themselves fell out of my hollow with any sudden movement and the muscles of the anus could not hold it. I had to look for a very large sample. I found a 7 cm plug and inserted it into my anus. At first, it was still not comfortable to constantly walk with such a large traffic jam, but over time I got used to it. At first, I only inserted this plug when I left the house and got used to it for many months. My gait changed a little and looked odd. I had to force my legs a little more to put less pressure on the anus. I told everyone I knew that I hurt my leg. After half a year, I got so used to it and my anus adapted to this plug that I almost stopped noticing it. And even when he came home, he forgot to take it out and could even calmly fall asleep with her. In rare cases, the cork still fell out of me, when squatting and some sudden movements. And then I came up with an order to hand over to myself a special belt-panties that pressed this cork and did not let it fall out under any circumstances. I was pleased with my invention and now I could live completely free and move wherever I wanted. Of course, going to the toilet became a little more complicated, it was necessary to unfasten it all, and so on. But on the whole, these were little things.

A year later, I accidentally discovered that without a belt, the cork almost completely ceased to hold in the anus. That is, if a year ago, the cork (without a belt) held well and did not fall out, now it fell out almost immediately. Apparently the muscles of the anus stretched even more and stopped holding it. In general, this was not a problem, since there was a restraint belt. But it was still strange to see how such a large plug freely enters and falls out tighter back almost without the resistance of the sphincter muscles.

Then I decided to live a little without a plug and try to restore the sphincter function. What was my surprise that now it has become even more difficult to control the contents of the intestines. If before, only with high pressure, the sphincter could not cope with its task, now, even with normal pressure from the inside, the sphincter almost did not hold anything. It scared me. I somehow didn't think that there could be such consequences. I decided to see a doctor. I didn't tell the doctor the whole story about traffic jams, etc. He simply said that over time, the sphincter began to lose its elasticity, which led to the well-known consequences. To admit, the doctor was not at all surprised and, as it seemed to me again, a shadow of satisfaction and joy passed over his face. “Let's see, Lawrence, what's going on there,” the doctor said. I took off my pants and got down on all fours. "Fuck" - the doctor exclaimed, unable to cope with his surprise and delight when he saw my anus. But he took the sei in his hands and said: "Sorry, Lawrence, it's just that you have a very unusual case ... .." I understood perfectly well and did not ask stupid questions. After examining my anus, the doctor inserted 3 fingers into my anus and asked to squeeze the anus as much as possible. I tried my best to squeeze it. The doctor said that he almost did not feel pressure and that the muscles of the anus were almost completely atrophied and, I'm afraid, it will be impossible to restore them. He paused and added that there is, however, a device that closes the anus and prevents intestinal loss ... but now you have to live with it all your life. I said nothing. For better adaptation to these devices I can give you special injections, they will relieve discomfort and tension in the anus. ”I didn’t say that I had no discomfort from these“ devices ”for a long time, but decided to accept the doctor's offer.

A week later, I came for a second appointment with the doctor, who had already prepared everything I needed. He said that these are very long-acting injections and can be repeated in half a year. The doctor inserted an anal dilator into my anus, sprinkled it with anesthetic and made several injections. He then inserted the device and secured it to his waist belt. It felt like the device seemed very large to me, but I was already a prepared guy and did not resist. The doctor said that the effect of the drug will increase within 2 weeks, so at first it will be uncomfortable to walk and you need to be patient a little and continue to lubricate the anus with a special cream. And indeed, in spite of all my experience and training, I barely got to my feet and took the first steps, something very big was bursting my anus. The doctor said that a smaller size would not work for me, since the anus was very stretched. This device was a large elastic rubber cylinder (anal ring), closed with a special stopper. The doctor said that the cork should be taken out when the toilet wants to, and the ring itself should never be taken out at all. The sensation was even more intense than when I myself walked with a butt plug. Since the plug had a narrowing and did not stretch the anus itself so much. The anal ring was much wider than the butt plug and kept the anus more open. When I got home and pulled the stopper out of the ring, I gasped. The ring was 8 cm in diameter and my anus was a huge open cavern. Now it is clear why I felt such a strong schedule in the anus. The first few it was really not easy for her: it was quite uncomfortable to move and just at rest with this huge ring in the anus. But after a few days, the feeling of bloating and discomfort began to disappear and after 10 days they completely disappeared. The drug began to act in full force. The only thing even stranger was the gait, the legs became even more apart and the ass was more protruding back. I had to tell everyone that I had a minor operation and now I have to walk like that for a while.

I invited Mike to visit, this is the black man with a huge cock. I took the ring out of the anus and looked at my hollow in the mirror. Another shock struck me. The anus almost remained open, that is, it completely lost its elasticity and the sphincter remained completely open and it seems it was completely destroyed and not functional. I didn't know what Michael would think, much less how he would fuck such a giant hollow. But as it turned out, Michael was very resourceful, and he was wildly excited by my gaping huge open hollow.

Lawrence goes hunting

Once Lawrence met a handsome man - a young bodybuilder with a stunningly beautiful ass. His name was Dylan. He was a versatile person. And for some reason Lawrence wildly wanted to reveal this pitching to the limit. But Dylan's anus was extremely narrow, Lawrence had difficulty inserting a pair of fingers into it. The more interesting and tempting the task was. Lawrence's domestic servants were mainly from India and were proficient in the art of herbal healing. Lawrence sometimes used their broths and teas to lead to strong arousal or, on the contrary, to relax himself and his partner. He asked the servant to prepare some very strong tea, which would both strongly stimulate and relax the muscles. The tea was ready and also tasty and aromatic. Dylan happily drank 2 cups and was wildly excited. At the same time, he said that he felt some lethargy and wanted to lie down.

Lawrence launched an attack. He began to lubricate the anus of this young handsome man with a special anesthetic and relaxing cream. The anus, surprisingly, was more pliable and softer than usual, but still quite tight. It took a lot of time and cream to thoroughly relax and warm up Dylan's narrow hole. Tea and cream did their job. The anus lost its original elasticity and sensitivity and Lawrence took a 30x6 cm dildo and slowly and carefully began to insert it into the bodybuilder's cool hole. Dylan groaned with either pain or pleasure ... or both at the same time. But he had almost no strength to resist. Dildo confidently and energetically continued to work his way inward and strongly stretch the narrow hole. Finally, the dildo entered completely.

Dylan was whining and breathing heavily. Despite all the means of relaxation, he still felt that his anus was stretching and tearing something gigantic. Lawrence brought another cup of tea and the young bodybuilder drank it with pleasure. Dylan was very excited and the Organizer began to give the most memorable blowjob in his life. At the same time, he began to move a huge dildo in his ass. Dylan writhed in pain and pleasure. And soon he exploded into a violent orgasm. Lawrence left the dildo inside the bodybuilder's powerful ass and offered to lie like that. The second effect of the tea - strong relaxation - also worked well, and soon Dylan fell asleep, despite the palpable bursting pain in his anus.

This was the first step towards unlocking Dylan's immense potential. Lawrence was very resourceful and wealthy, and could afford many different expensive tricks and means to make his dream come true. He wanted this young bodybuilder with stunningly beautiful buttocks - to see him with an incredibly huge gaping hole instead of a narrow small hole in his anus. The dildo games continued all the time.

The tea worked flawlessly. And Dylan's point every time took more and more new "depth and breadth." But nevertheless, after the games, the point again turned into a narrow closed hole. Here it was necessary to look for more radical methods. Lawrence remembered his doctor Holtsten decided to consult with him. He said that his friend has the same problem with the sphincter as he had before, but his friend categorically does not want to go to the doctor. Dr. Holtsten was quick-witted and did not ask for details. He said that if the creams do not help, then you need to somehow make him wear a butt plug or a ring. And the only way is to provoke artificial incontinence in him, then he will have nothing to do but wear a butt plug.

They came up with a simple plan and the next time Dylan's tea was mixed with a strong sleeping pill and he fell fast asleep on Lawrence's bed. Then Lawrence let Dr. Holsten into the house, and he deftly and quickly inserted some devices into the bodybuilder's anus, opened it, sprinkled it with anesthetic and made several injections directly into the sphincter. "That's it! He will not notice or feel anything. " - said the doctor, "soon he will have minor problems with incontinence and he will have to contact me." These injections have, in principle, been widely used in medicine to treat sphincter spasms. And the reader already knows about it. But let me remind you once again that this drug gradually blocks the transmission of nerve impulses to the sphincter and it relaxes a lot and stops performing its function. The effect of this drug builds up slowly, over a period of 2-3 weeks. Therefore, the patient will not immediately notice anything.

Dylan woke up as if nothing had happened. They had sex. This time, Dylan was in an active role. And Lawrence no longer bothered his point today. They met several more times over the course of a couple of weeks. And Lawrence noticed that Dylan's anus was getting softer and more relaxed and it became easier and easier to insert big dildos into it. Today the bodybuilder's hole has taken 8 cm in diameter dildos. Tea and cream were always on hand. Dylan himself could not believe how quickly his asshole adapted to such huge dildos.

Two weeks later, Lawrence invited his handsome friend to a posh restaurant. Variety and sophistication the kitchens amazed Dylan and he could not resist and ate like an elephant. When they got up from the table, Dylan said that he needed to go to the toilet, but before he could finish the phrase, he suddenly froze strangely and then flew out of the hall like a bullet. His friend had to wait for him for a long time, in the end he returned. He looked confused. "What happened?" Lawrence asked. “Yes, so, not a big force majeure. I can't tell you more. " - answered the bodybuilder. On the invitation to go to visit Lawrence, he also refused. But Lawrence guessed what his friend's force majeure was and secretly enjoyed what happened.

Then Dylan disappeared for a couple of weeks. Lawrence did not bother him, giving him time to reflect on the situation. Then he called him and offered to meet in the evening. Dylan replied that they probably need to stop playing with his point for now, since he started having some problems and he is very worried about that. Lawrence said he would advise and pay for an excellent doctor and Dylan agreed. "Well, that's all," thought Lawrence, "got a mouse."

Dylan went to see the doctor. He examined him and said that you need to temporarily wear an anal plug with a belt attachment and regularly deeply lubricate the anus with medicinal cream. The doctor immediately gave Dylan a cream and a butt plug and fixed it on his belt, saying that it had already been paid for. Our handsome man got up and walked. It was not familiar, but bearable. In any case, it was necessary and there was no need to fear new incidents. "How long should you use this plug?" Dylan asked. "Until complete recovery," the doctor replied, and then added, "but this is at least a year." Dylan looked at the doctor in horror. But the doctor's imperturbable look eloquently made it clear that there are no other options. The bodybuilder thanked the doctor and left.

Another month passed before Lawrence saw his friend again. Dylan never had problems with sexual partners, but in the current situation, not many people wanted to deal with such a point. And the young bodybuilder decided to meet with Lawrence, who was a connoisseur of a large open anus. Dylan asked that while he is on long-term treatment, he probably doesn't need to be in a passive role. But the magic stimulating tea and prolonged abstinence did their job ... Dylan gave up and the place of the plug in his anus was taken by a huge dildo, even thicker than before. Lawrence was also extremely excited, seeing how soft and pliable his friend's anus had become. Dildo 10 cm in diameter entered without much groaning and resistance from the young bodybuilder. And the most amazing thing was when, after a thorough ramming for about an hour with this dildo, Dylan's anus remained open and gaping, barely clenching after removing the dildo. “I like this hollow more,” thought Lawrence, “but it’s not the end yet.” He was a maximalist and wanted to see Dylan's limitless progress and a giant cave between those super cool pumped up buttocks.

In the next meeting, Lawrence quietly during sex replaced Dylan's anal plug with a slightly larger one. Then he made these changes several times. His friend hardly noticed anything. In addition, the doctor's cream had an analgesic and highly relaxing effect. Dylan once complained that the butt plug sometimes pops out during training in the gym and thus causes a lot of inconvenience. Lawrence then suggested that he visit the doctor again.

The doctor suggested replacing the plug with an anal ring with a closing valve. He said that in all respects it will be more convenient, but it will take time to get used to. Dr. Holsten asked to undress to examine Dylan's anus. The anus looked great. After removing the plug, the anus remained the same open, the sphincter function was completely paralyzed and the muscles began to partially atrophy. “In a year, this hole will remain open forever,” the doctor thought, “since the muscles will completely atrophy and will never recover”. But he said aloud, “while it is difficult to speak about the results of treatment, this is a very long process. Let's continue to lubricate the anus with cream for now and I will give some injections inside the anus. It won't hurt. " The doctor gave another injections, which extended the blockage of the sphincter innervation by another half a year and contributed to the atrophy of the anus muscles. Then he liberally lubricated the bodybuilder's anus with cream and inserted an anal ring, which constantly kept the anus even more open. He told how to use the sash and how to maintain hygiene. Dylan thanked the doctor and left. It was a little unusual to walk, the anus felt excessive pressure from the inside. The bodybuilder went straight to Lawrence.

“Well, this butt ring looks good,” Lawrence said ironically, “I suggest we go on vacation to the island next week. This is our private family residence, there will be no one but us and the servants. "

Island. First trip.

On the island, Lawrence suggested to his friend not to use the anal ring so no one sees them and it's okay if something happens. Dylan took out the ring and they went to dinner in the garden, under a canopy of fresh curly flowers. After a hearty dinner, the Organizer offered to swim in the sea and they got up from the table to go to the beach. Before Dylan had time to take a few steps, Lawrence heard the sounds of "slap, slap." Dylan froze and after a moment shyly said…. that he felt nothing and had absolutely no control over it. "Don't worry," said Lawrence, "the servants will clean up, especially since there are horses on the island and the servants know how to do everything." The young bodybuilder was very embarrassed and frightened by what had happened, and was silent all the way to the sea. He could not understand how this could happen and why he did not feel anything at all. The sounds of "slap" now began to haunt Dylan constantly, at least a couple of times a day, and even more often on days of training and hearty breakfasts. “What's going on,” Dylan once asked, “why can't I completely control it? Why doesn't the doctor's treatment help ?! " Lawrence replied that this is not a problem, you need to give time, and then he wildly likes what a huge spacious hollow Dylan's anus has turned into. Dylan was not satisfied with the answer, but he really liked being on the island and seeing that Lawrence was not at all worried about what was happening, and rather strangely glad about it, and he began to calm down a little. Although the feeling of shame and embarrassment each time took possession of him at the sound of "slap". One evening a strong wind was blowing outside and it was quite noisy and Dylan did not even hear the sound of "splashing", but saw Lawrence's sly wink.

For a few moments he could not understand what had happened. Then suddenly I realized, made sure that I was not mistaken and asked: "What do you like - do you like this ?!" Lawrence replied: "I love not what comes out of you, but the fact that you cannot control it ... there is something devilishly exciting about it."

The guys swam in the sea and lay down to sunbathe. Dylan's hole was large and open and beckoned to Lawrence with its defenselessness. He was a maximalist and in his head he was already playing dozens of insidious plans - how to make this anus even larger, much larger, extremely larger. Dylan didn't really like what was happening to him and he was very worried. Then the secrets of the Indian servants and their secret potion came to the rescue, namely herbal teas, which lifted the mood and greatly aroused.

The young bodybuilder, without suspecting anything, drank this cool delicious tea 3 times a day and his mood became relaxed, playful and joyful. He stopped worrying about the “slap, slap” sounds that were regularly heard behind him. Moreover, the servant instantly cleaned everything and the house and the garden were perfectly clean. Nevertheless, he somehow started a conversation about the fact that the doctor's treatment is not very effective and probably something else needs to be done. Lawrence said he would think about it. He talked with the doctor and then reported to his friend that he needed to make a visit to the doctor and discuss everything.

The doctor listened carefully, and as they agreed with Lawrence, he told Dylan that an operation should be performed, since therapy does not help in view of the sufficiently severe trauma to the anus. The operation and the postoperative period will be completely painless, since modern laparoscopic operations leave a suture of no more than 5 mm. And also modern medicines and ointments will completely eliminate any discomfort. All bills will be paid by Lawrence and it just makes sense for him to refuse such an offer. "What are the guarantees after the operation?" Dylan asked. The doctor replied: "50/50, but in any case he does not lose anything." The young bodybuilder thought a little and agreed, signing all the necessary documents.

After the operation, Lawrence entered the operating room and looked at the results of the operation. It was delicious. Dylan's point expanded by another 5 cm. This became possible after internal subcutaneous incisions of the sphincter, which now completely and forever lost its functions and forever became open and incapable of any movement. But that was not all. Elastic expanding rings were inserted under the skin around the sphincter and before and after it. Rings are constantly expanding soft tissue, the recent anus to contract under its own tissue weight. These aesthetic details made Dylan's anus look incredibly huge. Now the anus looked like a huge cave and was open in any position of the body and walking. The sight was incredibly exciting and Lawrence could hardly restrain himself so as not to fist this hollow right on the operating table.

Although the operation was completely without blood, nevertheless, for quick healing and adaptation of the anus, the best pain relieving and relaxing ointments were prescribed. Also, a special anal valve plug was developed, which was attached to the belt and tightly closed the huge opening of the anus. If it was necessary to go to the toilet, the flaps in the valve were opened by pressing a small button. Then a hose with water was inserted and everything was rinsed. Such things are often used by people with incontinence. This option was carefully refined and was more comfortable and did not cause any discomfort when wearing. Although, of course, it took some time to adapt.

The doctor explained to Dylan that he needed to walk around with this valve for a while, maybe about a year, until everything healed. The young bodybuilder was surprised at such a long time, but did not contradict the doctor. Despite the fact that Dylan's anus was extremely widened during the operation, at first he felt something bursting in his anus and walked a little into a sag. It looked funny and Lawrence loved it. Over time, Dylan's anus got used to it and his gait more or less leveled off, although an experienced eye could accurately determine that something was interfering with a person's walking. The size of the plug valve was decent, in order to completely close Dylan's open hole, it was necessary to make an individual size of about 7 cm in diameter. And without panties, it seemed like a large sewer pipe was inserted between those luxurious buttocks.

Lawrence bought his buddy a membership to a new private indoor sports club where he could train alone on a schedule. Some exercises were difficult, especially squats. The powerful muscles of the buttocks tried to squeeze the valve, but it did not give in and this caused discomfort. I had to spread my legs wider and try not to strain the anus, although there was nothing to strain inside the anus, all the muscles were disabled or atrophied. But over time, the bodybuilder developed the necessary squatting technique and continued to train without any problems.

Periodically, the anal valve had to be removed, cleaned and lubricated with cream anus. Dylan took out the valve and accidentally looked at his anus in the mirror…. Previously, he did not look at him and could not even imagine what became of his ass. He could not even believe his eyes when he saw a huge tunnel on the site of the former small narrow anus. This tunnel was open and not narrowed as it moved the buttocks or legs. It seemed like a huge tube had been inserted into his anus. Dylan was shocked and suspected something was wrong. It seemed after the operation the anus became even larger. He called Lawrence and told him what he thought of him and hung up.

Dylan had a hard time coming to his senses, but there was nothing he could do. He examined his anus as best he could and discovered by touch that inside, deep in the soft tissues, there are some kind of O-rings that seem to keep his anus open even without a valve. No muscles in the anus are working and the sphincter seems to no longer exist at all. The hollow was completely out of the control of a person, and all that remained was to continue wearing the valve. Although Dylan tried to retire for 1 week and live without a valve, in the hope that without it the anus would somehow adapt over time. This did not lead to anything good, and after a week he was forced to insert this valve again. The valve itself was very comfortable and did not cause almost any inconvenience. But the very thought that you have not an anus, but a huge tunnel with some kind of mechanism inside, infuriated Dylan. A couple of months later, returning home from training, Dylan felt that something was wrong. The trousers in the back somehow got heavy ... Thank God he was not far from home. Arriving home after flushing the anus, he realized that the valve flaps had broken and now they could not hold the pressure from the inside. There was nothing to do but contact Lawrence and ask him to make a new valve for him.

Lawrence suggested that his friend live on his island while he was making the valve, because it would take about a month. The island has great fitness equipment, and Dylan will have nothing to worry about, even with his ruined hollow. The staff on the island is specially trained. The young bodybuilder agreed and soon flew to the island. For the duration of the flight, he inserted a large plug into his anus and somehow tied it with ropes to his thighs. It was very uncomfortable, the cork, even tied, tried to jump out all the time, the movements were constrained. But since his friend organized a private jet flight, in general, he coped with the flight not bad. On the island, he freed himself from the hated plug and felt a great relief: moving easily quickly at ease.

Darek, the majordomo on the island, said he was aware of Dylan's health problems, referring to his incontinence. And he said that everything had already been foreseen for him on the island and a number of preparations would be ready in the near future. Special chairs were made for him with a cut-out hole in the seat and a vase under the chair. And also converted many devices for watering plants on the island, for washing showers. Dylan was unexpectedly surprised by this foresight and concern. Although his anger at Lawrence has not yet passed. He also had a pleasure boat and many other delights of the island at his disposal. Darek gave him special clothes, such as a tunic, which slightly covered his buttocks but did not cover his huge hollow. "In general, you can live here" - thought Dylan, and went to dinner in the garden, where he was invited by the majordomo. Comfortable clothes and the complete absence of something foreign in the anus brought great pleasure and ease to Dylan. For the first time in many months, he could move freely, run, play sports and other activities. Of course, "surprises" happened periodically and inevitably, and the young bodybuilder could not get used to them for a long time. Quite unexpectedly, and at any moment, something fell out of his body onto the ground. Well, absolutely at any moment and it was in no way possible to feel it, since all the nerve connections of the sphincter were long ago destroyed. The servants on the island cleaned everything with lightning speed. However, Dylan cursed Lawrence and what he had done to his anus at every surprise.

Dylan's anus toy

Lawrence came to the island a month later. Dylan had already adapted so much to life on the island and his surprises that he completely stopped noticing it. But Lawrence liked it immensely and excited. He understood that now this handsome athlete is completely in his power. He will not be able to live anywhere so comfortably except on his island. His anus has forever become a huge non-functioning hollow that he can no longer control. The athlete was completely helpless and it seems already got used to it. Dylan's helplessness could be seen all the time when there was a "surprise" beneath him on the ground. And often he did not even notice it. He looked like a wild stallion, in the literal sense of the word, who walks in the forest and does not even notice when something falls out of him. But Lawrence didn't want Dylan to forget about his humiliation and helplessness. Every time the sound of "slap" was heard, the owner of the island winked at the young athlete. Dylan was angry and embarrassed and couldn't help it. Since Lawrence was in the same situation as his friend, Dylan began to do the same. On the island, the owner also took out his valve and enjoyed the freedom and absolute comfort for his anus. The athlete also winked at Lawrence when he saw that something plopped from his anus to the ground. It has become a fun tradition on the island. And the guys apparently enjoyed the helplessness and humiliation of each other.

The owner of the island liked Dylan's huge gaping hole so much that he used it constantly, inventing more and more new roles for this cave. Two hands fit into this hollow easily and without any lubrication, so it was necessary to come up with more sophisticated games. Once he shoved a baseball into the anus of a young bodybuilder. Of course, gradually, without haste, with terrible groans and gasps of the latter. Then he asked to get up and walk. The ball held up perfectly inside and did not allow Dylan's legs to move straight. He will offer to go for a swim right with the ball in the ass. Dylan stumbled to the beach with difficulty. It was a sight to behold. Even in the gaze of Darek's majordomo, a spark of surprise and lust ran.

Finally, a long-awaited package arrived from the mainland. It was a bespoke toy that was an artificial anus housed in a large, thick silicone cylinder. This toy was specially made to fit Dylan's anus and fit entirely in his hollow. Now he could be fucked with an ordinary dick. At the same time, the walls of the toy expanded and created additional pressure on the anus. Of course, Lawrence knew how to give pleasure to this huge cave, and the first person he allowed to use his friend's "new" anus was Darek - the majordomo. Of course, all the servants were selected not only and not so much for their professional qualities as for special criteria. This criterion was the large size of the penis. And Darek was the very first representative on this criterion among the staff. It was a gigantic phallus. Behind the hooded trousers, it was impossible to guess his size. But when Dylan saw this miracle the first time, his jaw dropped. It was impossible to imagine that such dimensions are on earth. It was truly a baseball bat, hanging at rest below the knees. When this giant rose, Darek could easily take it into his mouth, if he could of course fit in thickness.

Dylan's artificial anus was smeared with cream and Darek started. The toy was made of very soft delicate silicone and expanded easily. But nevertheless, this giant had difficulty getting inside. Dylan felt a lot of pressure and groaned. Of course, Lawrence gave him a special tea beforehand, which relieves pain and relaxes the muscles. However, when Darek managed to half-insert his phallus, the pressure on the walls of the young bodybuilder's anus was outrageous. He moaned and squirmed, but Lawrence pressed him tightly against the bed in front and kept him from getting off the giant bat. The artificial anus was through. Therefore, Darek's phallus could move on, penetrating into the farthest corners of this handsome man. Dareka longed for this moment, and now he was at the height of bliss. Moreover, there was rarely a chance that someone could accept this monster. A little more effort, and now the whole phallus entered the bodybuilder. Dylan yelled, but it was clear that he was both painful and pleasant at the same time. He could not have imagined such a stretching of the anus. The walls of the anus are stretched to the maximum. The majordomo was also at the height of bliss. He began to pull out his phallus and then slowly insert it again. From the outside, it looked like a giant fire hose was being inserted into Dylan. Few people on earth could take such a phallus, so Derek enjoyed every moment of this intercourse. Still, without an artificial anus, there was no point in fucking Dylan. Even such a giant of the majordomo could hardly touch the walls of its destroyed and stretched out hollow. And with this toy, to both sides, it seemed that everything was natural and both felt extreme sexual arousal.

When Lawrence realized that his friend was no longer breaking out, he stopped pressing him, and sat down in front and inserted his cock into Dylan's mouth. Of course, the athlete continues to scream and moan with every push of this monster in his hollow. But his screams became muffled and for a cock in the mouth. Moreover, no one has ever penetrated so deeply into it. It seemed to him that this phallus would come out of his mouth. Darek also took a special tea so as not to cum quickly. He longed for this handsome man and his gaping hollow that he could have finished in 1 minute. Tea, however, significantly postponed this climax and allowed to enjoy this incredible penetration. Dylan's anus was stretching to the limit and it seemed that it was about to crack. But excellent preparation in the past and special creams made his anus incredibly elastic and pliable. The feeling of the utmost fullness of the anus.

He drove the young athlete into ecstasy. Darek was already hammering his anus, not holding back, with powerful jerks drove a cock to the very balls. The athlete continued to moan with every thrust. Lawrence pounded his friend in the mouth. It was an unforgettable sight and delight. Darek fucked this hole for a long time and dynamically. And now his pace accelerated, his penis swelled even more and endless streams of semen poured into the bodybuilder. There was a lot of sperm, probably about a glass, and Dylan could feel something warm spreading inside him. Then the main servant made the last push and collapsed on the athlete without taking out his penis. Lawrence finished soon after. All of Darek's sperm was deep inside the young athlete and slowly absorbed into him. Nevertheless, when after a while Dylan got up and went to the sea to swim, the copious juices of the majordomo still flowed from him for a long time.

Huge prolapse

Dylan's anus stretching didn't go unnoticed. The inner rings that were inserted into the anus (laid inside the tissues) and kept its shape began to gradually tear, since they were not designed for such extreme stretching. After another sex with an artificial anus, the last ring broke. The rings were very soft and their break was not physically felt. But aesthetically, the anus lost the shape of a giant tube and turned into a soft bag. When Darek took out the anal toy from the hollow of the athlete and he got to his feet, something happened unexpectedly. This whole huge stretched sack, which has now become Dylan's rectum, fell out of body and began to hang like a huge sack between his legs. Since all the muscles of the anus have long been atrophied and nothing kept this extremely stretched intestine from falling out.

The outer tissues of the rectum were very coarse, from endless intercourse, and therefore the bag looked dark. The majordomo, in spite of the just finished coitus, got aroused again. At first, the young bodybuilder did not understand what it hang between his legs, but when he guessed, he was damn scared. It was a giant prolapse like they hadn't seen in any porn. He was cheerful almost to his knees and was very fat. From far behind it seemed like a giant phallus swinging between his legs. Dylan looked at Darek and his giant erect phallus. "Looks like you like it all ?!" he exclaimed, embarrassed. Not knowing what to do next. Darek grabbed this bag with both hands and began stroking and stroking as if it were a cock. The young athlete liked this, although he did not leave the feeling of fear for his body. The Majordoma said that the Master would love this giant sack of meat between Dylan's legs. And so it happened. When Lawrence returned to the island 3 weeks later, at first he could not understand what had happened. He understood that giant pumps stretched Dylan's penis. But when he came closer, he realized what was the matter and instantly became aroused. During this time, the young bodybuilder has already completely mastered and almost forgot about prolapse. But when he saw Lawrence's surprised eyes on the rolling out, he realized what was the matter. The owner of the residence never saw the prolapse being thrown out all the time and this sight simply mesmerized him. Dylan had to pose for Lawrence all evening and the next day and serve his perversion of desire. Although it’s over, he liked it himself.

Sex addiction

Lawrence wanted not only to completely destroy Dylan's anus, he wanted to turn him into a sexually preoccupied lustful pig, who can think of nothing else but another portion of sex. And it will not be just sex, but the most perverted sex, in which only a few fists or a few extremely giant phalluses can satisfy him. Of course, with such a huge anus, ordinary sex and an ordinary penis is absolutely physically impossible. But the Master wanted the young bodybuilder to be truly obsessed with sex. Of course, a young body already has enough testosterone. You just need to remove unnecessary mental restrictions and provide all the conditions for sex, and then ... you will have a real sexually preoccupied pig, craving sex all the time. Dylan's physical modification had already been completed. Now and forever he has no anus, but only a giant tunnel, or now a huge meat sack, which hangs between his legs constantly. During sex, Darek inserts this meat bag back inside the athlete, then inserts an artificial anus and then starts to fuck with his powerful phallus. In order to further emancipate and excite Dylan, a decoction of special herbs is mixed into his tea and drinks, the secret of which has been kept by the Hindus for many centuries. These are very rare herbs with strong alkaloids that disinhibit the human brain, that is, completely turn off the action of the Superego, turn off the controlling mental function. The most secret human desires come to the surface. And the other part of the herbal infusion arouses lust and sexual desire. In this way, a person simply uncontrollably wants sex. Dylan didn't even understand why he became so lustful on the island. But he definitely liked it. Moreover, those who wanted to have sex with him were not few.

Almost all of the servants in the residence were selected according to special criteria, and had an extraordinary size of the phallus. In addition, there was very little sex on the island, and the servants were strictly forbidden to have sex with each other. The servants used to have fun with Lawrence when he came to the island from time to time. But this was clearly not enough for the sexual satisfaction of a dozen young, full of vitality and sexual energy servants. Now that a young handsome athlete with a phenomenally roomy anus appeared on the island, the servants were allowed to use their sexual energy as intended. Namely, into Dylan's luxurious anus. Once the Boss watched, and it was incredibly exciting for him, that the young athlete was fucked for 3 days almost without a break. Dylan only had time to clean up after eating and he was immediately ready to fuck on. The athlete's anus was perfectly trained and withstood any load, although of course it was not easy. The sperm was all poured deep inside, somewhere already in the region of the sigmoid colon, since all the phalluses were of fantastic size and penetrated much further than the rectum. Some of the semen was absorbed in the intestines, but most of it then flowed out of the young athlete for a long time. Lubrication, of course, was not used, since the sperm did not have time to dry out or be absorbed, and each next servant fucked on the sperm of all the previous ones.

Dylan did not notice how he became sexually addicted, that he liked these gigantic insatiable phalluses, these streams of sperm, these extreme feelings of stretching the anus. He could no longer imagine that his morning could start somehow differently, except to take 2-3 phalluses, sequentially or simultaneously, into his spacious cave. He definitely enjoyed life on the island. And Lawrence definitely liked what a sexually preoccupied and ruined up pig he turned this young strong handsome man. Lawrence knew that now this young bodybuilder could not live without daily sex with giant cocks or fists. The last few months, the athlete cum only when he felt the extreme stretching of the anus with several cocks or fists. It was the pinnacle of bliss. And against the background of the action of alkaloids and extreme sex, a strong indestructible connection arose inside his psyche. Now the bodybuilder will desire only this kind of sex all his life and will become depressed if he is not extremely fucked several times a day. Now it is a lustful pig and a huge hollow, which still does not fully guess what it has become.

Lawrence thought as he mentally addressed Dylan: “Sure you will crave and demand that unfeasibly large cocks in your new pussy to help plug and stretch you to new levels of depravity, and fists will be your true passion, your true addiction ... "

Pussy modification

One day, Dr. Holtsten called Lawrence and said there was a new "exceptional" patient. He was a young, strong, muscular guy with serious problems in the sphincter. A case similar to Dylan's. But the guy was even younger and not as muscular, although in great athletic form. The guy complained of pain in the sphincter. And the doctor decided to carry out "similar" treatment as in the case of Dylan. Lawrence was required to provide the guy with a secluded, calm and pleasant place to "rehabilitate" after surgery. But first, Lawrence wanted to know more about this guy. Of course, the doctor could not know much, and even more so personally information about the patient. Then the Boss hired a detective and collected a maximum of information about the young man. To the great happiness of Lawrence, he turned out to be gay, but due to the very soreness of the anus, he could not practice anal sex at all, although he tried to do it from time to time. Occasionally, he dropped in at kinky fisting and golden shower parties. But there he was always only an observer and sometimes jerked off to himself in the far corner. Due to his young age, he had not yet had time to fully emancipate himself and become corrupted, but there was undoubtedly his desire to understand this depraved side of the world. The Boss only needed to remove all obstacles and push the boy to his real desires. And the Boss knew a lot about it. But in this case, he decided to take a slightly different path. He also liked damn guys with big masculine cunt. That is, their anus was developed to such an extent that the walls of the anus turned into a kind of pussy, only more huge and juicy. Lawrence decided that this guy will have the largest male cunt in the world, whether he wants it or not.

The Boss has developed a new boy transformation program with Dr. Holsten. But first, it was necessary to somehow "motivate" the guy, under any pretexts to convince him of the need for this operation and other modifications. They decided to act consistently and unhurriedly, but very purposefully. Lawrence has already imagined in his head all the most vulgar and depraved pictures of how this handsome man with a big huge pussy would look like. And besides, how he becomes obsessed with sex and will expose his cunt to literally everyone who wants to satisfy his sexual hunger. This extremely stretched cunt will need frequent and long penetration sessions. And he can only be satisfied when his cunt is stretched to the limit and put on several large penises or a fist. Lawrence was very excited by this idea of turning a virgin boy into a sex pig with a big cunt.

At the next appointment, the doctor told Chris about the treatment plan. He said there is a new technique developed at the National Institute of Proctology. Treatment and rehabilitation is funded by the state. Since this is a new technique, there may be very rare minor side effects.

“In any case, the treatment is effective and will bring you complete relief from painful symptoms and may even bring additional bonuses,” the doctor barely smiled at the last words.

- "What are the side effects?" Chris asked.

“It will depend on the more specific treatment plan and procedures, we will come back to that question later,” Dr. Holsten answered.

- “Rehabilitation will take place in a very cozy boarding house on the island. Since the program has just received funding, you will be one of the first patients. I am sure you will like the treatment and our boarding house, ”finished the doctor.

- "What will the treatment consist of?"

“First, as we discussed earlier, there will be an operation. Unfortunately, you have already tried all the other therapeutic methods and they were unsuccessful. You will undergo a sphincterotomy - an incision in the sphincter, and a special medication will be injected directly into the sphincter cavity. After the operation, the period will be almost painless, you will be prescribed good anesthetics. At first, a tube-shaped drain will be inserted into the anus. After a couple of months, rehabilitation will end and you will live with a completely new anus .... Oh, I wanted to say, without any painful sensations in the sphincter, ”the doctor finished almost speaking.

After 2 weeks, all formalities were settled and a contract for treatment was signed. Chris only had to pay 10% of the cost and was fine with that. A week later, Chris was operated on, then quickly and comfortably transported to the island, in the distant residence of Lawrence. That is, it is a Small Residence on the other side of the island. This was done so that the new visitor to the island would not meet Dylan and not be horrified by the sight of his gigantic destroyed anus and intestines hanging from it. The operation was not exactly what the doctor told the patient about. In fact, this is what was done. The sphincterotomy was complete, not partial, or rather it was not even a sphincterotomy. The sphincter was completely removed and thus the anus was opened wide. Anatomically, the anus was really about very narrow, despite the fact that the pelvic bone is quite wide. Then they additionally removed some of the external muscles around the rectum, which squeezed and narrowed it. But the most outstanding thing was the modification of the tissues surrounding the anus. They were pumped up with silicone as much as possible, so that they began to crawl out 2 inches and looked like a huge, well-fucked cunt. These are inherently very elastic and have always been in a compressed corrugated state. Now, when nothing was squeezing them anymore, and with the presence of silicone, they easily swelled and opened the anus even more. Now Chris will not be able to walk without feeling his new labia rubbing against each other. And it will constantly turn him on and want to be fucked immediately. For the period of healing and rehabilitation, a thick tube-catheter was inserted into the anus, which completely eliminates injury and contact with the anus mucosa. In addition, this catheter has special holes for injecting medication into the walls of the rectum. This medication will speed up healing and relieve pain. Therefore, the patient will not have any unpleasant sensations, he will not even really feel the catheter, since nothing was squeezing the anus anymore. At first it will be possible to move only on a wheelchair.

A lot of care from the staff of the residence and a personal doctor created an incredibly comfortable environment for Chris that he could not even think of.

In general, the unsuspecting patient lived like this on the island for 3 months until it was time to remove the catheter. By the way, going to the toilet didn't bother Chris these months either, as the catheter led everything he needed into a special sealed vessel in the wheelchair. At the end of this period, the patient even forgot to go to the toilet. But most of all he was glad that for almost the first time in his life he had no pain in his anus. And of course he was already dreaming about cool anal sex after he recovered. Lawrence was already anticipating this sight. Especially the very first moment of Chris's humiliation, when he sees his pussy and realizes that this is forever. And then, when the incredible size of the majordomo's penis falls into his cunt without even touching the walls. And then, when Chris cannot control his anus, and he will wink at him every time something spontaneously falls out of his anus on the ground. These labia, into which his hole has turned, will now be visible to anyone who sees him without clothes, even at a great distance. Even in tight swimming trunks, they will seductively look through the fabric. His life will never be the same again. Standard sex and vanilla boys no longer suit him. Anyone who sees this gaping male cunt will know that this is a fucking experienced fist who practices fist. Now there is no more modest handsome man with a narrow hole, but there is a real sex pig, with an incredibly huge cunt for endless use.

A week before the removal of the catheter, Chris began to receive tea with the addition of strong aphrodisiac herbs. Thus, by the moment the release of his anus, Chris was extremely sexually aroused and was ready to explode at any second. Darek, for this week he was transferred to work in a small residence and dressed him differently, he was not wearing the usual Indian hoodie pants, but there were tight trousers that could not hide his giant weapon. Chris, seeing this, froze in place and, forgetting any embarrassment, stared at this hose, peering through the pants of the butler. All week Darek courted and served Chris, demonstrating in every possible way his giant instrument through his trousers. And one day Darek, pretending that he had not noticed anyone, began urinating in the bushes. Chris would be at the corner of the veranda and could perfectly see what was happening in the bushes. And of course the main Servant stood in profile towards his observer. Something impossible was happening with Chris: he oozed wherever possible, even his cynology was shivering with lust. A special energizing tea and a cute buttress with an incredible penis drove Chris crazy.

By the time the catheter was removed for the new guest of the island, he was already "ready". Lawrence wanted to be personally present. And he wanted to see the eyes of the young virgin athlete when he first saw or felt his new anus, or rather what was left of him. Darek began in private. After removing the catheter and examining the anus, he simply took off his skinny jeans and took his powerful weapon with his hands and went to the head of Chris, who was sitting on the gynecological chair. Lawrence was in the office and pretended to be helping. Chris looked at this phallus with horror and delight. He took it first in his hands, then tried to take it in his mouth. Only a third of the head could fit into Chris's widest mouth. He wanted and was afraid of this giant. He had no idea that his anus would not even feel this giant now. That his anus could now only be satisfied with a decent sized fist or two. And the appearance of his anus and huge labia just screamed about how to hard fist this juicy hollow. From now on, not one dick can't satisfy him. Only the most extreme perverts, lovers of hard BDSM and fisting will be able to covet this disgracefully open and smashed anus. No vanilla boy even comes close to this hollow.

Lawrence was already dripping with excitement himself, admiring this huge gaping cavern between Chris's legs. Darek, too, was on the verge of excitement. He approached Chris's huge hollow, and with the fame “don't be afraid boy, you won't even feel anything”, inserted his huge monster into the opened anus of a young handsome man. After a moment of fright, Chris froze and could not understand what was happening ... He felt only a slight pressure somewhere deep in his stomach, when Darek's phallus rested on something deep inside his body. But no more sensations. He looked at Darek, at his crotch pressed tightly against him and did not understand anything. "Where was the Servant's phallus? !!!" he thought dimly. Lawrence was already holding the mirror ready and brought it to the patient's groin.

I’ve hd several conversations with locked boiz over the past couple weeks where we discussed how to truly become a locked bottom bitch.

Now, you may ask, “But isn’t having your cocklette permantently riveted in a cage enough?”

The answer is “No.”

I believe that the point where you no longer focus on your cocklette as a source of pleasure, that it’s simply the thing you piss from, AND when your holes have become your only sources of sexual release - when you learn to have anal orgasms ans squirt cum from your soft cocklette from receiving a man’s cock (or dildo) - then and only then have you truly become a locked bottom bitch, a true servant of real men, an acolyte of cock, a disciple of sexual energy.

I’ve been asked how to get to that state of mind, to that place where we want to be.  Now, I haven’t quite gotten there myself; though in truth, I no longer think of my locked cocklette as anything other than something to piss from.  I no longer get erections (though sometimes a bit of swelling) and I haven’t had a real, honest-to-goodness orgasm in 623 days (as of 4/12/15).  But I haven’t gotten to the point of being able to have an anal orgasm while being penetrated every time.  It HAS happened but I would love to have one every time my hole gets used.

So here’s my theory on how to move from a cock-focused life to a hole-focused life.

1. Get that cock caged!

2. Stay locked’n’deniedlonger each session. Start at 2 weeks, then 3, then 4 … and just keep going.

3. Now the real trick, of course is to shift your sexual NEED from that locked cocklette to your hole. So, they way I’ve done it is simply by fucking a dildo EVERY TIME I GET HORNY.  

Its that simple.  Back when I was a top with a free cock, when I cruised porn I’d take my hard cock in my hand and wank one out.  Or, when I mad my bottom bitch, Carlos, would kneel under the desk with a plug in his ass and suck my cock until I told him I was ready to blow.  Then I’d put him over the desk and fuck my load into his El Salvadoran ass.

Remember when your cock was free?  I bet you stroked that sucker every time you got the slightest bit horny.

Well, now, instead of thinking about your useless cock … go jump on a dildo - the bigger, the longer, the better.  NEVER cruise pron without being ready to fuck a dildo the second you get horny.

You will train yourself to equate “horny” with “penetration.”  That’s the key.

4. When you watch porn stop thinking about that real man’s cock, look at that bottom bitch taking it.  Hear him moan.  Think about your hole and how wonderful and amazing it feels when it is being penetrated.  My God! Writing this now I have the urge to grab my Kevin Dean dildo and fuck it into me!

4. Once you’ve gone 6 months locked’n’denied you are ready to go permanent … invest in that stainless steel cage that fits perfectly and rivet the fucker on!

5. NEVER stop training. When you’re horny … fuck a dildo, fuck your man … fuck a stranger.  Watch porn? Fuck a dildo.  Each and every time!

The chastity cages we all so love to use just tackle part of the “problem” of being a submissive bottom.  We have to change our physical, mental and emaotional states.

Chastity of the slave is absolute and essential to life as a slave. Chastity is not about occasional chastity play. Chastity beyond a couple of hours, or a couple of days, is no longer just for fun, but becomes a tool for devotion, power exchange and emotional connectivity. It is about the letting go of a slave's ego and giving a Master charge of his body. Chastity locks the slave down, physically and emotionally, to his Master. A collar is a chain or strap and a lock that goes around the neck and symbolises that body and mind is owned. A chastity device grabs the genitals and controls any chance of erection. It is an active form of participation in terms of ownership, a constant reminder of who has the key, who owns the slave sexually. The chastity experience dials up quite quickly. Day one it is erotic. Day two slave craves to make his keyholder happy. Day three slave is desperate for him. Within a week slave will do anything for his Master. Chastity as a lifestyle and as part of power exchange is different from chastity as kinky fun. The slave is even not allowed to ask to be unlocked. An infraction of this rule must result in punishment. A begging to cum is transformed into pure devotion to please the Master. Long term chastity is not about when the slave will orgasm next, it is about total power exchange, letting the Master own the slave body entirely, and knowing that Master will unlock the chastity device if he wants to. Chastity has its own power and mental energy. But, because it’s a mental journey, it’s important to remember that it grows, morphs and changes constantly. It’s a dynamic progress and doesn’t work well with rigid protocols and rules only that are not monitored.

Chastity device

The chastity regime must be ensured by a chastity device permanently locked on the slave's genital area with a penis tube designed for preventing full erection. The slave will even sleep with his chastity device on. The Master shall make every effort to prevent ejaculation, stimulation, gratification or pleasure of the penis by keeping the chastity devices working and using devices that comply with the latest technology and safety. If it is necessary to remove the penis from a chastity device, the Master will endeavour to maintain control of the penis through restraint or direct supervision. The penis must be reinserted into the designated chastity device as quickly as practicable at the end of an unlocked period.

Unlocked times

Unlocked times must be prevented as much as possible but will occur during periods of cleaning, for health reasons or any other reasons where genital area must be freely accessible.  If the slave is not locked he may under no circumstance ever touch anywhere in the genital area without express permission to do so. During slave cleaning periods, or when changing any worn devices, the controlling party will wash, clean, shave and otherwise care for the genital areas of the slave. Slave will never allow any third party to touch or play with genitalia without the express permission of the Master. The slave will wet himself in the shower, he will soap himself, bar of soap may touch his genitals and asshole, but he will never touch the slave genital area himself. The Master may remove the slave's chastity device for cock and ball training sessions. The slave is expected to become and remain erect during these rare occasions as a symbol of his never-satisfied need. As it will have been many weeks, perhaps months, since the slave had been unlocked, an erection is not likely to be difficult. The Master will likely tease the slave’s genitals, massaging them and toying with them.

Masturbation and sexual intercourse

The chastised penis shall never be masturbated or touched by anyone, including the Master, slave or any third party, in any stimulating, gratifying or pleasurable manner, with the intention to induce a cumshot. An erection of the chastised penis is periodically welcomed for health reasons and shall be induced as clinically as possible in a humiliating and punitive manner with every attempt to avoid pleasure to slave. Unless explicitly ordered by the Master, slave shall never pleasure itself sexually. This includes touching or manipulating its nipples or the penis in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner or penetrating its anus in any sexually gratifying or stimulating manner. The Master may, at his sole discretion, deny any or all sexual intercourse to slave for any period of time, including in perpetuity. Slave shall have no sexual intercourse with any third party. Slave’s sole sexual satisfaction shall come from servicing the Master. The penis shall never again engage in active sexual intercourse and shall never penetrate a body cavity or be touched by lips or tongue. 

Sex drive

At times the urge to ejaculate may be almost unbearable for the slave.  He has standing permission to express his sexual feelings. As he is not allowed to speak or may be gagged he should do this by deep moanings, temptations to touch his genital area through the steel chastity device, or by winding his body. The Master will not punish the slave for expressing his feelings.  Instead, the Master will likely hold the slave very closely tight and lecture him gently on his role and purpose as a slave, and the role and purpose of the Master.  He will explain that the purpose of the slave is to need his Master, that being aroused is a symbol of this need, and that his horniness is absolutely welcomed.  He will explain that the purpose of the Master is to have his needs satisfied, that his orgasms are a symbol of this satisfaction, and that the slave should be proud and derive contentment from helping his Master ejaculate.  

Mental Control

Chastity has a high potential to control a slave mentally. In this heighten state of mind, where the slave is so focused on relationship and sexual needs, there is no possibility to escape from this mental prison. This can be difficult for the slave to deal with other life stresses, when not be able to get a stress relieved by sexual relief and relaxation. Chastity prevents the slave from escaping the ownership. It’s so massive that he can’t turn his vision away from it. If there are issues and tensions in the relationship, there is no way for the slave to temporarily escape from it. He is trapped in this mental prison by his Master. The chastity will certainly continuously train his devotion and submission. An increased sex drive, combined with the mental effects of chastity, leads to an unruly power that needs to be exchanged with the Master. In a final state this leads to a total power exchange in the Master-slave relationship. 

Chastity and TPE (total power exchange)

My name is Officer Alex Reeves. I had always dreamed of joining the elite motorcycle division of the British police. Fresh out of training at 24, tall, athletic, and clean-cut with short dark hair and a boyish face, I reported for my first day at the South London bike squad station.

It was the day that changed my life forever.

I stepped into the locker room of the British Motorcycle Police Unit, nerves and excitement twisting in my gut. Sergeant Masters was already there, his broad frame filling out his own glossy black leathers perfectly. He looked me up and down like a predator sizing up fresh meat.

"Strip, Constable Reeves. Full kit. Let’s get you geared up properly."

He handed me the uniform. The moment I slid my legs into the thick, supple black motorcycle trousers, something shifted. The leather was heavy, warm, and unforgiving. It hugged my thighs, then squeezed my arse as I pulled them higher. The tight seam pressed right between my cheeks, and the front cupped my cock and balls snugly. Blood rushed south instantly. I was getting hard, embarrassingly, obviously hard.

Sarge watched every second, a hungry smirk on his face.

"Fuck… these are tight," I muttered, trying to adjust myself. My hands only made it worse, pressing the smooth leather against my growing erection.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" as he stepped closer. "Proper bike leathers always do that to a man the first time."

His big gloved hands took over, pulling the zipper up slowly, deliberately dragging his knuckles along my trapped bulge. I gasped and tried to step back, but the lockers were right behind me.

"Wait,  Sergeant… I’ve got a girlfriend," I said, voice shaky. "This isn’t… I’m not into blokes. I can’t"

Sarge didn’t stop. Instead, he palmed my leather-covered cock firmly, stroking the thick outline while his other hand gripped my hip, holding me in place. The creak of the leather mixed with my ragged breathing.

"You say that," he murmured, voice low and rough, "but your cock is throbbing in those leathers like it’s never been this hard before. Look at you, lad. Already leaking for it."

I grabbed his wrist, trying to push his hand away, but my grip was weak. The scent of the new leather, the way it compressed and caressed every inch of my legs and arse, the sheer authority in his stance, it was overwhelming. My girlfriend’s face flashed in my mind, but the image dissolved under another slow, deliberate stroke of his gloved hand.

"I… I can’t…" I protested weakly, even as my hips jerked forward into his touch. My cock betrayed me completely, straining painfully against the tight black hide, a wet spot forming where I was leaking.

Sarge leaned in as he spoke into my ear. "You can. And you will. By the end of this shift, you’ll be begging for my cock while still zipped up in full kit. Girlfriend or not, you’re going to be my leather boy." He kissed me then, hard, dominant, tongue pushing past my lips while his hand kept working my bulge. I tried to turn my head away for half a second, but a deep, involuntary moan escaped me instead. The resistance crumbled. My hands, which had been pushing at his chest, slid around his leather-clad waist, gripping him as I kissed him back like a desperate slut.

He broke the kiss just long enough to growl, "Let the leather control you," before dropping to his knees and yanking my zipper down. My aching cock sprang out, slick and flushed. He took me into his mouth while I stayed sealed in the tight black police leathers from the waist down. I came shamefully fast, groaning his name as I emptied down his throat, legs trembling in the restrictive gear.

When he stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his glove, he zipped me back up, trapping the mess against my skin.

"First taste of your new life," he said, patting my leather-clad arse possessively. "Tonight, after patrol, you’re taking the rest. And you’ll thank me for it."

As we walked out to the bikes, every step made the leathers creak and grip me tighter. My mind was spinning, guilt, shame, and raw arousal all fighting inside me. But my body had already surrendered.

I was his now.

+++

Months had passed since that first day in the locker room. I was no longer the nervous rookie. I was Constable Reeves, a fully fledged motorcycle cop, tearing through London streets in tight black leathers beside Sergeant Masters. But the leathers still did the same thing to me every single time I zipped them up; they made me hard, made me ache, made me his.

My landlord had given me two weeks’ notice. The flat was being sold. I was scrolling through overpriced rentals on my phone in the station canteen when Sarge dropped into the seat opposite me, his own leathers creaking as he stretched his long legs.

"Problem, lad?" he asked, that deep, commanding voice still sending a shiver down my spine.

"Got nowhere to live after next Friday," I muttered. "Everything’s extortionate."

He leaned forward, resting his powerful forearms on the table. His eyes locked onto mine with that same possessive hunger I’d grown addicted to. "Move in with me." I blinked. "Sarge… you serious?" "Deadly. I’ve got a decent house in Walthamstow. The spare room’s barely used. Plenty of space for your gear." He lowered his voice, a smirk tugging at his beard. "And my bed’s big enough for two. More than big enough."

That night, after a long patrol, I followed him home on my bike. The moment we killed the engines in his garage, he had me backed against the wall, kissing me roughly while our leather jackets rubbed together with that familiar obscene creak. We didn’t even make it upstairs the first time. He fucked me over the workbench, both of us still in full patrol kit, my trousers yanked down just enough while the rest of the thick black leather stayed zipped tight around my body.

A week later, I moved in.

At first, I kept my belongings in the spare room, but within days, it became pointless. I was sleeping in his bed every night, waking up to the feel of his strong arms around me and the scent of leather still clinging to our skin. We’d ride together during the day, professional, sharp, respected on the squad, then come home, and the uniforms would come off slowly, piece by piece, or sometimes not at all.

One evening, a few weeks after I’d moved in, we were on the sofa. I was still in my bike leathers from a late shift, legs stretched wide, my cock was semi-hard. Sarge was idly stroking the glossy black material over my thigh, his big hand possessive.

"I’ve been thinking," I said quietly, staring at the ceiling. My heart was hammering. "About… everything."

His hand paused. "Yeah?"

I swallowed. "I’m gay, Sarge."

The words felt heavy, but also like something finally breaking free. "I tried to fight it at the start. Told myself it was just the leathers, just the thrill… but it’s not. It’s you. I’m properly gay. And I’m in love with you."

“What about the girlfriend?” He asked, “Dumped her not long after the first time you took me.”

The silence lasted only a second before he pulled me into a deep, hungry kiss, his stubble scratching my face the way I now craved. When he broke it, his eyes were dark with satisfaction and something deeper.

"About fucking time you admitted it, boy," he growled softly. "You’ve been mine since the moment you got hard in those leathers on day one. Now you’re really mine. Not just my partner on the squad. My partner. Full stop."

He flipped me onto my back on the sofa, straddling me in his own black leathers. "Say it again." "I’m gay," I breathed, voice shaking with arousal. "And I’m yours." That night he took me slow and deep, face to face, our leather jackets still half-zipped and creaking with every thrust. I came moaning his name, no shame left in me at all.

We’re still the best team on the motorcycle unit. No one knows that when the leathers come off at home, or sometimes not. Sergeant Masters is my man, my lover, my everything, and I’m happily, completely his leather boy.

resistance is futal