("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2015. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Banana Guy by Jeri (no address provided) *** A kinky masturbation story. (M-solo, mast, anal, bd) *** There was a white cotton shoelace through the hanger hole on the enema bag, but he took that off to put it to better use, wrapping it tightly around his ball sac. The shy ball on the right tried to retreat as usual, but he eased it down and made sure he had both of them full distended before he wrapped several loops and tied it off tight. A few minutes later he would be feeling the tension of his balls confined in too-tight a space, but that was the object after all. The guy casually lubed up one of his dilators and eased in into his rectum, spreading the lube generously around the inside of his butt hole. Repeated that with another, larger dilator, and then with the largest he could take. There were still two larger plugs in the package, but he’d never tried them and wasn’t sure if or when he would. Comfortably lubed, he withdrew the dilator and peeled a soft yellow-brown banana, broke it in half and inserted first one and then most of the other piece. Then he repeated the whole process so now he had most of two very wet, soft bananas up inside his poop chute. The bananas squished a bit going in, this meant passing them wouldn’t produce well-formed chunks, but it would be what it would be and too often his shit was loose and lumpy anyway. The goal in the end was to pass a mess, without the stink and cleanup hassle of a real poo. The last step was a pair of adult diapers pulled up over his tied balls and full rectum, followed by a pair of lined nylon panties, cotton candy pink and white stripes; it was the perfect pair for a little pseudo- shit play. Finally a pair of tight black jeans and he was ready to sit very still until his body rebelled one way or the other. The bound balls ached, but the full rectum wasn’t giving him any trouble yet. He could stroke his cock if he eased off the jeans, but that make it easier to shit and he wanted the mental reservation about filling his jeans, to make this last as long as he could. The tied balls and full gut wouldn’t be able to be ignored very long. He briefly considered taking a walk around the neighborhood until his full ass required relief, but he wasn’t ready for a public accident yet. Instead he decided to take on some house work, a little laundry and kitchen cleaning, to see if he could distract himself from wanting to shit and then needing to milk his cock to relieve the stress in his balls. Walking irritated his balls, so he thought about milking his cock to relief – that would probably lead to releasing the bananas when he got his orgasm, and he wasn’t ready for that. Better, he thought, to have his body try, try, try to prevent having an accident, and then when his pants were full he could get the release he craved, first by loosening the shoe lace, and then milking the balls empty of semen. Or maybe keep the ball sac tight while he stroked his cock, the tightly wrapped sac aching from the downward pounding of his fist on each stroke. The guy wished he had a friend who shared his taste for denial while his body struggled not to mess his jeans, combined with a little pain in his balls. The only person he’d ever met in even a figurative sense like himself was an old queen in Connecticut who wrote about such things on the internet, and one time shared a photo of himself in drag, having a pee accident in a skirt. The picture was a keeper, the rest of the relationship never got off the ground – Connecticut was a long way away. In the end it was his balls that won out first. The cord was too tight or maybe not enough banana to cause serious distress as he waited for the urge to poo. So he pounded his pud, and loosened the cord just as the whole yellow-brown mess came slithering out on the towel on the bathroom floor. It was bizarre scene at the end; the problem he thought was not having a boyfriend to help him get it right. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 82