Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager
“One of my chores in my house is vacuuming. My wife does the dusting, and other such things, and I follow her around with the vacuum. Sometimes, I’ll instead do the vacuuming the next day, especially if I’m planning to work at home and we’re cleaning late.
Some years ago, I read a story—maybe it was in My Secret Garden—about a woman who did her household chores while wearing a strap-on vibrator. By the time she had finished, she’d had a good number of orgasms. That always sounded like a great way to make an otherwise uninteresting activity a lot more fun, and it’s a story that’s stuck with me over the years. I’ve often wished there was some way I could do something similar. But, being a guy, I’ve never been able to figure out how. Oh, there have been things I’ve tried. I’ve vacuumed with a butt plug stuffed in my ass, and I’ve vacuumed wearing a cock-and-ball strap, but, while those have made my work a little more interesting, it’s not exactly the same. I once tried putting a vibrator in my underwear, wrapping a wide, cloth belt around it to hold it close to my cock, but that was kind of awkward and didn’t really work, anyway. What’s worse, if I actually did come, I would make a mess and then have to clean that up! (Wearing a condom didn’t seem an attractive option.)
And, of course, being a guy (again), once I’d come, I’d lose my arousal, and vacuuming would go right back to its usual boring.
Last week was one of those weeks I was scheduled to vacuum during the day, while my wife was at work. As it happened, I was also feeling particularly horny that day, and when it came time to do the vacuuming, that old story came to mind. I grabbed a small butt plug and inserted it, but it really wasn’t that comfortable. So, after a while, I decided to remove it and instead try inserting my Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager.
For those who may not have heard of a Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager, it’s a smallish device intended for prostrate massage. It has a long, finger-like part that goes into the user’s butt and is designed to rest against the prostate, but it tapers to quite a narrow width where the anus contracts around it, which makes it very comfortable to “wear””. There is also another, very thin “tab” that presses against the perineum and, through it, against the prostate. It has no vibrating mechanism but is, instead, “powered” by the user’s own muscles. The usual method is that the wearer tries to maintain a partial contraction of the sphincter. It’s basically impossible to maintain precisely that level of contraction and, as a result, the anus kind of quivers, quickly contracting and releasing around the base of the Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager, which causes the “finger” to quiver inside the user’s butt and massage the prostate. It can take a good deal of practice to figure out exactly how to make the Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager do its thing, but the results, when one gets the hang of it, are mind-blowing “super orgasms”, each one of which can continue for two minutes or more. And because these orgasms do not involve ejaculation, there is no loss of arousal, so one can go right back at it (possibly after a brief rest during which one can recover one’s senses). I’ve had as many as eighteen orgasms in one session, the last of which is always a more standard hand-on-cock wank. The ejaculation itself is always amazing, as an enormous amount of fluid will have built up in the prostate by then, and it all just comes streaming out, sometimes even before I really come.
Almost always, I’ve just used the Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager in bed or on the couch while watching porn. But I’d tried wearing it under other circumstances before. Once when I was at a conference and had had rather a lot to drink, I decided to stick my Sphincter Powered Prostate Massager in my butt and go for a walk. It was pleasurable, to be sure, but nothing much happened, really, so I didn’t expect much last week, either.
I should have. Vacuuming involves a much greater range of movement than walking does, in particular, a lot of bending. Bending over caused the Prostate Massager to apply a good deal of pressure to my prostate, and then standing up caused it to move over the prostate lusciously. As I kept vacuuming, I could feel how insanely aroused I was becoming. My balls tightened, and my prostate was filling with fluid. I started to grab at the Prostate Massager with my anus, trying to contract it just a bit, as I’d done so many times before. Unsurprisingly, It was all the harder to maintain a constant pressure, but, in this case, that was a wonderfully good thing, and my body responded with even greater arousal.
Because my mind was somewhat elsewhere, I didn’t realize how close I was getting to orgasm. When I got to the kitchen, though, I decided a small break would be in order. I turned off the vacuum and stood by the sink, looking out onto our front yard, and sucked the Prostate Massager deeper into my body. I let it out a bit and held it at about one-third contraction. Even at this point, I didn’t figure I’d come, since I was standing up and had never even tried it in that position. But, all of a sudden, I could feel myself rushing towards orgasm. My breathing became somewhat irregular, and I had to remind myself to breathe deeply and regularly, which helps to intensify and prolong the sensations. I leaned into the counter and concentrated all my attention on the sensations in my butt, and then, all of a sudden, there it was, that familiar and wonderful feeling, pouring out from my pelvis and sweeping over my body. It was a brief, but intense, orgasm, with powerful contractions, one that was all the more exciting because I was fully clothed.
Perhaps the thing I like most about the Prostate Massager is that, once I’ve had one orgasm, I know that I’ll easily be able to have many more. That first one can be a lot of work sometimes, and there are times I can’t even get there. But once I get over the hump, it’s all downhill. So I collected myself, picked up the vacuum, and went to do the dining room, back hall, and library. The movement and bending again did the work that I’d usually have to do with contractions, and just a few minutes later, I was on the edge again. I went back to the kitchen window and stood where I had before. There were several gorgeous birds at the feeders we keep just outside that window, and the sun was shining brightly. I felt incredibly alive as I stood there with the Prostate Massager doing its magical dance inside me. More than once I loosened my grip on it so I’d not come too soon, preferring to enjoy all that was happening.
Up and back I went a few times before I finally let myself go over into a huge orgasm. My anus started involuntarily “twitching”: contracting and releasing in quick succession, causing the Prostate Massager to jiggle back and forth over the prostate, powerfully intensifying the sensation. I fell against the counter and lay my chest along it, surrendering to what was happening to me and riding it out. The orgasm lasted at least a minute and ended, as these always do, with a series of very powerful contractions that start deep in my body and feel almost exactly like those that accompany ejaculation, except that there’s no ejaculation and so, as said, no loss of arousal. Though there is, for me at least, a huge amount of precum.
The upstairs was next to be vacuumed, so, collecting myself again, I carried the vacuum up the stairs and set to work on our bedroom. At this point, I was so aroused that I knew it wouldn’t be long before I needed to come again. As I did my work and, especially, as I vacuumed under the bed—bending over really does the trick—I could feel the tension building within my butt. Before I even finished the bedroom, I had to lie down on my bed and, this time, go for a quick one. I gripped the Prostate Massager tightly with my butt and pulled it hard against my prostate, then loosened it to half-contraction and let it do its work. I found myself imagining a young muscular fair-skinned man my wife invented, wearing black biker shorts and standing at the end of the bed and fucking my ass with abandon. No one else being home, I let myself go and called out to him, over and over, “Fuck my butt, baby. Give it to me hard.” And with that, I flew over the edge and came hard and fast, in a short but extremely intense orgasm that took very little out of me. I hopped up, grabbed the vacuum, and proceeded to finish the bedroom, then quickly did my wife’s small study, at which point I was done vacuuming and ready for my fourth orgasm.
I fell back onto the bed and imagined my dirty playmate in a different position, bent over my bed and offering his ass to me. Again, I found myself speaking out loud to him, imagining my tongue flicking over his anus; my fingers spreading lube onto and into him; and my cockhead slowly spreading his sphincter and disappearing into his beautiful round ass. This time, though, I held the Aneros less tightly, and its stroking of my prostate was as a result more gentle. I wanted this one to last, because I knew it would be my last anal orgasm of the day. I built slowly toward it, concentrating in my mind upon that moment when my cock first disappeared into my lover’s butt. But when, suddenly, his hand unexpectedly drifted back to his cock and he started wanking himself furiously, my orgasm overtook me, my ass began to twitch, and the Prostate Massager started its frenetic dance across my prostate. I was moaning loudly, my hips were thrusting back and forth, and I could feel several gushes of precum almost spraying from my cock. As the orgasm started to end, the ejaculation-like contractions started, but I pulled the Prostate Massager hard against my prostate to stop them, then loosened my grip, and another orgasm quickly began. I rode that one for a minute or more, this time welcoming the strong and regular contractions that signaled its end, as I was damn-near exhausted.
When I’d returned to earth, I remembered that I was vacuuming because we were expecting company, and that they were due in less than an hour. I had one more orgasm to have. I first put the vacuum away, took the Prostate Massager out of my ass and washed it, and then pulled my cock through my zipper and simply stood in our bathroom stroking it. I was barely hard, but it didn’t matter, as I was about as aroused as I’ve ever been. No fantasy was needed. Watching my cock grow in my hand as it flew back and forth over it was enough. I thought it might take a couple minutes for me to come, but in fact it took no time at all, and I was so surprised I had not time even to grab something to catch the cum, so I just raised my cock skywards and let it all fall down onto my hand, pubic hair, and balls.