Tuesday, March 10, 2009

The Rectal Chair

The Rectal Chair


Let me start at the beginning. My name's Johnny, Aka Analboy, and I'm an anal slut. I love the feeling of something slipping and sliding and slamming in and out of my asshole, the bigger the better.
I had the most intense punishment last night; it was so amazing I had to put pen to paper while I let my rectum recover, it needs it!
Greg is my number one ass-worker. He simply loves wrecking my asshole, and keeping it expanded and loose at all times. He drills out my rectum every chance he gets, which is about 5 times a week. MY asshole ring muscle, never really gets a chnace to return to normal size.
To get him going, Greg needs little to get him worked up, simply spreading my ass cheeks and seeing my open loose asshole is enough. Seeing another hot stud abusing my rectum is even hotter for him. So, I let him catch me doing it with someone. Then, he gets to punish me. He does that by making me sit in what he calls the 'rocking' chair because when I sit in it (or should that be ON it!?), he gets his rocks right off when he lets me up.
To know how intense the experience is, you've gotta know what the chair's like. While it's an ordinary armchair to all appearances, THIS chair has a ingenious and near evil restraining system. Greg puts leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a leather belt with seat belt clips around my waist. He puts a ball gag on my mouth. Then, he clips my ankles into restraining rings on the chair legs, and my wrists to clips on the top of the chair arms. It's hard to stand up for long like that. THEN, here's the good part. On the underside of the chair, there are old style seat belt mechanisms, where the belt inside is on a roller that takes up slack. You pull enough of the belt out and clip it in, and there's no slack. So, there's four clips: one in front, one in back and one on each side. Each one clips to my waist belt, and when they're fastened, they slowly pull me down into the chair, and onto whatever kind of dildo Greg wants to put there(usually a beer can thick dildo or wooden bed post). Restrained like that, all I can do is...You get the picture. Don't want to spoil it!
So, Greg had a ROUGH day at work yesterday. Usual bullshit about incompetent co-workers, idiot bosses, all the stuff you'd expect. So, since it'd been a while since he'd needed relief, I thought it was time to play our game. I'd get my asshole ruined a couple of times, and he'd be able to bang me and get off. Boy, did I get more than I bargained for this time!
So, I went to find myself some throbbing hard dickmeat at a downtown watering hole I frequent that's got lots of buff meat and is far enough from home that I won't encounter a friend from our 'normal' hangout, where friends won't see me trolling. I found a nice enough guy, but who cares what he's like so long as he looks nice? I'll only see him once anyway. I just call him 'Dick'. So, I take 'Dick' home, peel his jeans off his hard body. The clock's ticking, Greg'll be home shortly. I tell him 'my boyfriend'll be home soon (but not as soon as he's going to be!), so let's get to it. I tease 'Dick' with a little show as I grab my KY and apply a little to my huge open asshole. I crooks a finger, and he climbed on and slipped his perfect sized rod up my ass. He slid right to the balls in one smooth stroke. He's banging away. I timed it so it would be with 15 minutes of Greg's arrival, so he'd catch us, but that I'd get enough satisfaction to hold me over until....
Greg came walking in. CAUGHT!(again). I see a small smile on his face just before he lets his mad out. Here we go. "You bitch! Again! Every time I turn around you're fucking someone else! Caught you with this one with his large rod up your ass!" He rants on. 'Dick' is of course scared shitless. He dismounts and runs, dodging as far away from Greg as he can to get out the door, hoping Greg will focus on me and let him get away. The front door slams, he's gone, not knowing it was supposed to be that way. Greg yells some more "I work hard all day...yada yada yada. Get your mad out, Greg. He stops yelling and grins a more evil grin than I'd ever seen on him before. Little did I know. "So, you needed something up your asshole, did you?" He's talking very coolly now, calm and collected. I can see the bulge in his pants getting bigger. He's ready. "Well, it's time to up the ante, baby. I've been waiting for this. Starting today, you're going to get some serious anal training. Your asshole will be ruined so that no cock would want to fuck a hole that's only good for fisting" I need anal training? I know how to gape out my hole with the best of them. Shows what I knew. "???" "Oh, yeah. You're gonna learn to take it like you've never taken it before, honey." Okay, he's got me a little nervous. I've got a small idea what he means, but worry and anticipation are making my knees knock and my asshole ring spasm. He grabs me and pushes me down on the bed HARD. He's never done that before! 'Hey, you're hurting me!' "Calm down. You know I'm not going to HURT you." He's holding me down, and he's still clothed. He opens the nightstand drawer and gets out the leather cuffs. In a few moments, he's got the cuffs on my wrists, but he's hooked them together this time! Already I can tell he's got a new game plan. I've lost control of the game, and I'm not altogether sure I like it. Still, I started this, it's too late to stop now. I'm bound and under his control. Acting like I want to get loose, I let him cuff my ankles. I'm thinking he's going to pick me up and take me to the chair, which sits in a corner of the bedroom (with nothing on the seat) when I'm not 'using' it. Instead, he links the ankle cuffs together, too. What's he going to do now?
Next, I hear him say "tonight, you get a lesson in the art of extreme anal sex. Your assring end is gonna get stretched!, IT will never close anymore" I'm prone and helpless on the bed, reduced to a quivering nerve ending waiting to be stroked, alone with my thoughts and one available sense of feeling. 'Wetness around my asshole. It's my old friend, "J-Lube". That's nice. Ooh. Something loosely rubbery and tapered sliding into my crack. What's this pushing into my rectum? Widening..Oomph! It's in! Feels like a buttplug wrapped in a balloon. Hey, the balloon's getting bigger! Bigger! It's an expanding butt plug! Ooooh! Feels like a big bubble in my rectum! The balloon expanded to its maximum of 3 inches and was pulled out of my rectum, nearly turning my asshole inside out. It popped out, Greg was waiting with a massive huge dildo, equal in size and slammed it right up my chute
For what seemed like several minutes, Greg worked my my anus, speeding up and slowing down the thrusts. Just when I thought I was ready to come, it stopped. 'Awww, damn! Oooh, it's being punched in and out! Hey! Oooh, my hole's being devasted! Aaaahh, owww!' I felt a slight emptiness in my behind just before my sphincter tried to close, but was unable to. But that was just the beginning. Greg was going to have no mercy on my poor rectum. I had what seemed like seconds with my empty bottom before I felt Greg's hand applying a generous amount of Vaseline to my asshole. Then, he drew his hand away and I felt something shaped like a toothpaste tube inserted into my bottom just past the tube's wide point. Glop. Cool and wet, slowly Greg squeezed an entire tube of KY into my rear. Schlup. Tube's out. I lay there waiting for a few moments, waiting, while unbeknownst to me Greg was liberally applying a more generous amount of Vaseline to his hand and wrist. He even coated its up his forearm to the elbow Thoughts ran through my head. 'What's he waiting for? What's next?' The waiting was as exciting and torturous at the same time. Just when I thought I couldn't wait another moment, that's when I felt it. 'Big. Hand+ Fingers, just like before. Biig....oooo...it's in the hole now... uh,oh...feels like...he sank to the wrist....driving deeper...getting bigger as he closed his hand into a fist in my rectum..it stopped where it is! Why? Can't hold it like this, it'll slip out. Try to shit it out. (Glop)...more KY...more vaseline on my hole.... gotta tighten up...arrrggh...ooooh! It's going farther now! Deeper! Deeper! Oh! Deeper! DEEPER! Driving, twisting, making my hole in mincemeat! Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!Oh my...oh my...oh my ass!!It's too big! Can't hold it! Won't go out! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo........'
But, anyway, it seemed like forever that I laid there immobile, the closed fist working my ass ring and up the rectum, reminding me it was boss. I hated it. I LOVED it. If I only knew where Greg kept the toys he uses on me, I want it up my ass now while I'm writing this, but I don't know where it is. That's another form of anal 'torture' he uses on me, hiding the dildos so I can't use them when I really want them.
Finally, after an eternity of fisting out the rectum hard I felt a slight easing of the pressure of the fist against the walls of my rectum. Aahhh. So good when it's in; but that first moment of looseness is nice. My asshole ring muscle gave out.
As I lay there for the next few seconds, it flitted across my mind that what I'd just experienced was Greg's definition of 'extreme anal' when I realized it was far from over. I didn't know if Greg was going to sit me in the chair or not; but the way this usually ends is with Greg letting me out of the chair after a time with the buttplug (usually) still up my ass, and lays me down on the bed, pops the plug out and bangs my Asshole raw. Not to mention, it takes him time to come. Just as that realization hit me, Greg started lubing up my ass AGAIN. Pity my poor asshole, it was going to be unmercifully stuffed like never before (like that hadn't just happened!) Nothing more slamming in and out, I wasn't going to be 'riding the ramrod' tonight. Greg's plan, I was learning, was sit on it and hold it up there. TAke the asshole to the limit in wdith and depth, then maintain the width over time, so the ring muscle losses all elasticity
For what seemed like several minutes, Greg greased my ass up good. He alternated LOTS of vaseline with tubes of KY, there must have been at least three full family sized jars of vaseline smeared inside my anal entry, and I know he squeezed two tubes of KY in there. Grease, lube, grease, lube, grease. THEN, he slowly inserted a large wooden bedpost into my rectal cavity. I realized at that point I should have had a forewarning about what was coming, for a couple of days before, I'd noticed several jars of Vaseline and tubes of KY in a box under his workbench in the garage when I was snooping for his stash of my toys. I'd assumed (ass-umed, indeed, that assumption made an ass of me, literally!) that they were a stash for future use. They were, all right, for use all at once the next time!!! the wooden post broke my assring and slipped up my rectum, I began to wonder How deep he was going to go on that chair this time, The post was poking at my colon bend, about 10 inches inside the back of the rectum. I got a little scared. he was going to straighten out my whole lower colon today 'Oh, shit! I think I'm going to need a proctologist after this!' I'd already had something big and wide and deep, what next?
Finally, Greg was done with his 'colon probing'. He unclipped my ankle cuffs from each other and rolled me to the side of the bed, swung me so my legs were hanging off the side, and put his hand on my arm, which I knew meant I should stand up. I did, and he walked me over to the chair. Now I was going to learn just what he'd spent time probing deep while I was laying prone holding that huge wooden post in my ass. He turned me around, and I felt the clips on my ankle cuffs attached to the locking rings on the chair legs. I wasn't going to be able to get away from the chair, if I tried to move my legs now I could only drag the chair along with me slowly. Clip, clip. Before I realized it, my wrist cuffs were also attached to the chair arms. There I was, barely able to stand up, and I wouldn't be able to do that for long. Fortunately, it went across my mind at this point that whatever Greg had placed on the seat to menace my turd tunnel might be wide, but it wouldn't be long and thus wouldn't go EXCESSIVELY deep. That allowed me to relax just a little, which let me back into a frame of mind that this would be enjoyable if I wanted it to be. At that point, my knees relaxed a little, and that's when Greg began clipping the seat belts on. I was in trouble now! Clip. Left side. Clip. Right side. I began to feel the pull that would eventually bring my bottom all the way down to the seat of the chair, not to mention how that pull, and gravity, would push what awaited me deep up my rectum. Clip. Front clip in place, I could feel the strap of the seat belt rubbing against my cock as it extended down to the roller under the seat.
There was a knock on the door, and three biker type guys stepped in, "These are my fisting friends, we are gonna tag team fist you repeatedly until your asshole no longer functions correctly" he said. Bound helpless to the chair, I could only wait, as the men got ready. The normal flat seat I was sitting on was replaced, with what looked like a toilet seat with the same straps. The men lifted me up, replaces the seat, and slowly lowered me onto the toilet like seat, one of them carefully spreading my ass cheeks as I sat down, My ass spread, fully exposed asshole from below. I was strapped in again. Next the chair was lifted in the air on the cable and pulley system, Greg had installed, I was now about 5 feet off the ground, my exposed asshole about should height to the men, who were greasing up the big hands and arms!. "Perfect level for punching the hell out of the whores hole" one replied
The first hand entered my open asshole seconds later, each man took turns fisting out my asshole, on the second round, the punch fisting started. They brutalized my rectum over and over, working my nuts and cock, making me cum from the combination. In the end the let me down, the held me down and fucked my destroyed asshole, each man shooting his load in my destroyed ass.
The End