with. But then after a few days I went back to it. Had a fiddle, you know, with the vibrator and the, er …’ He frowned.
Tristan?’
‘The butt plugs. There were two – I didn’t know what they were to start with, had to read the leaflets that came with them. Well, eventually curiosity got the better of me, it wasn’t like I was having sex. Nadia’s legs were firmly shut and she was sleeping in the spare room until I confessed to sins I hadn’t even committed. So you can imagine I needed some kind of release, or stimulation at least. Most of the stuff there was for couples to play with – except the plugs. Well, I could do that on my own. So the next time she went to her step class, I got the lube and the butt plug and carefully eased it in.
‘The thing was big and that was the smallest of the two. It hurt but not in a bad way, in a good way. Kind of stretched and burned and then when it eventually popped in it felt amazing. I loved it instantly, that feeling, and my dick got hard.’ He touched his cheek; there were small dots of redness beneath his freckles. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you things like this.’
‘It’s fine. In fact, more than fine. You need to tell me so that we can help you.’
He swallowed and glanced away.
‘Please, go on. How did it escalate?’ I asked.
‘It escalated fairly quickly. I was like a guy on Viagra when I had a plug in, it really hit the spot. Not that I got to share any of that new-found libido with anyone. This was all done on my own. Soon I couldn’t wait for Nadia to go to the gym so I could grab that plug and play.
‘Then one day, I discovered something. Nadia was supposed to be going to see her sister, the one in Hull. I pleaded paperwork jobs; I wanted an hour playing with my toys, undisturbed, before I had to plough the twelve acre field. Nadia had got just far enough away for me to get a plug in and then she came home. I was upstairs when I heard the door. I felt sick. Quickly, I pulled up my jeans, shoved the lube in my sock drawer and then walked down the stairs. The plug shifted inside me with each step – it felt amazing, hard and solid on whatever it is up there that’s so sensitive. But more than how it felt inside me, was “knowing” that it was there. My secret. That was thrilling. She’d accused me of being secretive, well, now I was. Kind of served her right.
‘So I opened the mail while she ranted about the car’s new rattle and how she didn’t trust it to make the journey to Hull. I said I would take a look and all the time I was hard as concrete, the plug doing its job regardless of Nadia’s constant disappointment in me. I felt hot and feverish with excitement. If only she knew that her husband had a big butt plug up his arse and a raging hard on that would rival any porn star’s.’
‘But she found out, eventually,’ I said.
‘Yes, and it was my own fault, really. I got greedy.’
‘How come?’
‘Within a few weeks of that day I was wearing a plug nearly all the time, not just in the house but out on the farm. That constant state of arousal became the norm. I liked it – it made me feel alive. No, more than that, it made me feel when I hadn’t felt anything in months. Eventually though I decided I wanted some more, bigger, better plugs. I’d heard you could get vibrating ones. I fancied that, could just imagine how great they would feel. I wondered if they were silent and I’d be able to sit watching
EastEnders
with Nadia in the evening, buzzing away and her know nothing about it.
‘So I dug out the details of the place that sent me the original toys and went online and put the order in. I spent nearly two hundred pounds. Bought whatever I fancied. The bigger the better, ridged were great and so was anything that had a battery.’ He frowned. ‘Now don’t get me wrong, nurse, I’m not gay. I didn’t buy anything that vaguely resembled a penis, that isn’t what this is about. If another bloke tried
Tristan?’
‘The butt plugs. There were two – I didn’t know what they were to start with, had to read the leaflets that came with them. Well, eventually curiosity got the better of me, it wasn’t like I was having sex. Nadia’s legs were firmly shut and she was sleeping in the spare room until I confessed to sins I hadn’t even committed. So you can imagine I needed some kind of release, or stimulation at least. Most of the stuff there was for couples to play with – except the plugs. Well, I could do that on my own. So the next time she went to her step class, I got the lube and the butt plug and carefully eased it in.
‘The thing was big and that was the smallest of the two. It hurt but not in a bad way, in a good way. Kind of stretched and burned and then when it eventually popped in it felt amazing. I loved it instantly, that feeling, and my dick got hard.’ He touched his cheek; there were small dots of redness beneath his freckles. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you things like this.’
‘It’s fine. In fact, more than fine. You need to tell me so that we can help you.’
He swallowed and glanced away.
‘Please, go on. How did it escalate?’ I asked.
‘It escalated fairly quickly. I was like a guy on Viagra when I had a plug in, it really hit the spot. Not that I got to share any of that new-found libido with anyone. This was all done on my own. Soon I couldn’t wait for Nadia to go to the gym so I could grab that plug and play.
‘Then one day, I discovered something. Nadia was supposed to be going to see her sister, the one in Hull. I pleaded paperwork jobs; I wanted an hour playing with my toys, undisturbed, before I had to plough the twelve acre field. Nadia had got just far enough away for me to get a plug in and then she came home. I was upstairs when I heard the door. I felt sick. Quickly, I pulled up my jeans, shoved the lube in my sock drawer and then walked down the stairs. The plug shifted inside me with each step – it felt amazing, hard and solid on whatever it is up there that’s so sensitive. But more than how it felt inside me, was “knowing” that it was there. My secret. That was thrilling. She’d accused me of being secretive, well, now I was. Kind of served her right.
‘So I opened the mail while she ranted about the car’s new rattle and how she didn’t trust it to make the journey to Hull. I said I would take a look and all the time I was hard as concrete, the plug doing its job regardless of Nadia’s constant disappointment in me. I felt hot and feverish with excitement. If only she knew that her husband had a big butt plug up his arse and a raging hard on that would rival any porn star’s.’
‘But she found out, eventually,’ I said.
‘Yes, and it was my own fault, really. I got greedy.’
‘How come?’
‘Within a few weeks of that day I was wearing a plug nearly all the time, not just in the house but out on the farm. That constant state of arousal became the norm. I liked it – it made me feel alive. No, more than that, it made me feel when I hadn’t felt anything in months. Eventually though I decided I wanted some more, bigger, better plugs. I’d heard you could get vibrating ones. I fancied that, could just imagine how great they would feel. I wondered if they were silent and I’d be able to sit watching
EastEnders
with Nadia in the evening, buzzing away and her know nothing about it.
‘So I dug out the details of the place that sent me the original toys and went online and put the order in. I spent nearly two hundred pounds. Bought whatever I fancied. The bigger the better, ridged were great and so was anything that had a battery.’ He frowned. ‘Now don’t get me wrong, nurse, I’m not gay. I didn’t buy anything that vaguely resembled a penis, that isn’t what this is about. If another bloke tried
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