Vaughan

I didn't have the day scheduled as a day off but I was falling apart. I'd been pushing myself too hard. I work for myself. That'd always been my dream situation but I didn't realize that by working for yourself, you never get a day off. So I looked in the mirror and told my boss to get fucked. That's exactly what I did.

I didn't have any appointments scheduled that day so I slept in a little longer than usual. I got out of my warm bed, with my hard cock leading the way I headed for the toilet. My cock was harder than just the standard morning wood. I had to lean forward and hover above the toilet to piss. I can piss with hard on if I'm in the right position. My cock stayed hard even after I peed. I went back in my bedroom, “just a quick wank and I'll get to work”, so I thought. Well that was not what ended up happening. I was leisurely reading porn stories and stroking myself. I stopped long enough to make some coffee and went back to jerking off. I was reading about all kinds of stuff but my interests of the morning seemed to hover around fisting. That's not a shocking surprise. My sexual interests seem often to wander there. My box of toys seemed to be calling my name so I opened it. The scent of all that silicone, rubber and whatever else it is that makes that smell got me very excited. I closed the box and went off the the restroom to clean out my bowels.

I came back to my room and wasted no time greasing up my hole and working a toy up my ass. I wasn't in a rush and just went through the smaller ones until I settled on the Jellie Big Boy. It's 2 1/2” wide. That's not a small dildo but I would like to work up to something bigger. You might say I've outgrown it. I went back to reading porn while the purple monster was up my hungry ass. My reading material wandered over to the subject of water sports. Now I have given consideration to just about every kink out there. Some get me going some don't. Piss has never grossed me out. I tried urea treatment for an ailment I had had years ago. I even went through a phase where I was drinking my morning pee. It helped regulate my digestion. Totally not kidding, there's al kinds of hippy literature about the benefits of drinking your pee. But drinking someone else's pee has always been outside of my area of comfort. Well it didn't really matter I was just reading about it not doing it. The real matter at hand was my insufficient quiver of dildos.

I went on the usual social media for horny males and looked at some profiles. They were the same faces that I'd seen and decided against before. I don't often hook up with strangers. I often prefer to get to know someone before fucking. I know, I'm old fashioned. Well today found me with fewer options than usual. My most consistent lover was out of town and the other two occasional sweethearts were at work like a normal person. I decided that I just wanted to get laid and I didn't really care who it was. I always play safe anyhow. I looked at the online bulletin board and searched for “toys”. There was a older guy that just wanted to work over a younger hole. I'm not exactly young at 42 but I was younger than his 68 years. I emailed and included a photo and a short description of myself and my interests by initials. Y'know, “HWP” height/weight proportionate, “FF” for “fist fucking” and for reasons I don't quite know I included “w/s” meaning water sports.

I got a reply within 10 minutes. He sent his address and told me to come on over. I thought “fuck it. I'm going to go fuck an old guy. Hopefully this is like karma seeding and it will let me fuck forty-somethings when I'm pushing 70.

It took about a half hour to get dressed and drive to his house. It was a nice flat in the city. I wasn't sure what to expect, I'd neglected to get a photo first. I was pleasantly surprised when he got to the door. He was tall and thin. He obviously took care of himself. White hair and a thin mustache. Kind of a handsome Vincent Price. He was wearing an embroidered house coat. He had an air of old Hollywood dignity about him.

His name was Vaughn. Vaughn asked if I found the place alright and if I'd like some coffee. I had almost forgotten I'd come for a hook up and not some kind of interview of a stately gentleman for a magazine. I looked around. His place was tastefully furnished with midcentury décor. I sat on the low couch and he brought me a cup of coffee. He sat beside me and I noticed his sly smile. This guy was the picture of handsome. The lower portion of his robe fell open and he made no attempt to pull it closed again. He put his own cup down and it fell open further revealing his giant flaccid cock.

He noticed my eyes grow at the sight of it.

“Something catch your eye?” he asked trying to suppress a grin

“You have a really nice one.” I stammered

“Oh this old thing?” He reached down and kind of waved it at me. “You're welcome to try it but it doesn't work as well as it once did.”

I lowered my self to my knees and knelt in from of him. I took that splendid penis in my hands and first noticed how heavy it was. He smiled down at me as it grew into a lazy erection. I couldn't help myself my mouth was pulled toward it as if it has it's own gravity It was at least 6 inches as a soft-on and growing. I was able to get it down my throat and I tried to lick his low hanging balls at the same time.

“Very good young man. Very good.” his velvet voice cooed. “Now stay just like that and I'll give you a reward.”

I was thinking, wow he going to come already? Awesome!! I want a belly full of jizz!!!

He grunted slightly and felt him shoot down my throat. His cockhead was passed the base of my tongue so it was headed straight for my stomach and I swallowed. Then in an instant I noticed he wasn't shooting spurts it was a long continuous stream. He held me by the back of my head and looked down thoughtfully. The look on my face made it clear that I was getting something I hadn't expected. The stream stopped and he let go my head.

I looked at him incredulously.

“Ahh” he said, “Not the reward you were hoping for?”

I was still a little stunned. I had just been fantasizing about this very thing earlier but I just didn't think...

“No. it's not that, just kinda caught me of guard. I've never drank someone's urine before.”

He seemed to light up a little “Well you have a whole world to discover then!” and laughed.

I laughed too first nervously then when I realized I'd lost my piss drinking cherry I laughed heartily.

He patted the couch on a spot next to him inviting me to join him. I did. His arms were strong as they closed around me. “Just what kind of games do you enjoy, then?”

For some reason I couldn't just state everything blunt and raunchy. This was like classy kink.

“Well, I really enjoy assplay.” I blushed slightly. Me; a dirty talking fucker that just an hour pervious had an extremely large dildo shoved up his ass like it was no bigger deal than taking cream with coffee.

Vaughn replied in his usual confident way,”I see. I can't bugger your beautiful derriere due to my aging equipment but I do have quite a collection of substitutes ranging in sizes from dainty small to impossibly large.”

My response although not verbal was obvious appreciation. I could still taste his piss and it got me hot.

I grinned a devilish grin.

“Perhaps, we could try those out in a bit. But since I am a piss drinker now perhaps you should finish your coffee first and perhaps a very large glass or two of water.”

He smiled a very large smile. “You haven't finished your coffee either, handsome. ...or your other drink for that matter.”

I smiled as I slipped back down to the floor in front of him and put his lovely cock back in my mouth. I swallowed his giant flaccid dick down to the the root and caressed his cool nut sack. My eyes found his and I nodded slightly. He took a long breath and sighed. At first I felt a trickle then a torrent of piss gushed into my stomach. My free hand found my now aching cock and rubbed it through my pants. Fuck this was turning me on so much! Now I just needed something in my ass.

His eyes half closed as I felt the stream of pee weaken. “Thank you young wren. Now finish your coffee and we'll see what we have in the toy box to suit your desires.”

We lounged for several moments letting the subjects of conversation drift at will, furniture, movies. I was feeling wonderfully at ease with this incredibly handsome man. I wouldn't have given this white haired guy a second look yesterday but now I had a full fledged crush on him.

I didn't expect much as far as a real collection of sex toys. It seems that the notion of a size queen is relatively new one. As least in my mind that's the case. He led me to “the exercise room”. I was expecting a tread mill or something. What I saw was a white tile room with a large table in the middle and two windows facing the distant hills. The table, upon closer inspection was an examination table with gyno stirrups, shiny steel fasteners and had some sort of plumbing built into it. I had no idea what all that was for but I was looking forward to finding out.

Vaughn directed me to leave my clothes in the front room. For reasons I can't explain I felt a little shy to get naked in front of him. He saw my reticence and suggested he wait in the other room until I was ready.

I went back in the front room and began taking my clothes off. Slowly at first then as I thought about what may lay in store I hurridly removed my pants and underwear. I reentered the exercise room and began to mount the table.

“Vaughn,” I called out. “What is all this stuff for?”

“Ahhh!” he said as he came in to the room. “Well, put your feet up in the stirrups and I will show you.”

I did as he directed. He produced a hose with a nozzle seemingly out of no where.

“This is to clean you out. We must make sure there isn't anything unpleasant awaiting us.” He explained.

He entered the area between my upswept legs. I felt completely vulnerable. With a lubricated finger he began to massage my asshole.

“Just one finger” I mused to myself.

He pushed the enema nozzle into my ass. “Have no fear, this is purified water.”

He turned an unseen tap and warm water began filling my rectum.

“Let me know when you start to feel full.”

A few moments of silence passed.

“uh I think that's all I can hold.”

My nervousness was passing and I was able to concentrate on the warm sensation flowing into my guts.

“Alright,” his rich baritone sang “expel.”

“Right here?” I was slightly shocked

“There is a basin made for just this purpose just beneath you.”

I thought about the whole room being tile and thus waterproof. I shrugged and let it flow back out.

“oh wonderful. There is very little solid in there. Let's try again.”

He reinserted the nozzle and again warm water filled me up.

“Ok.” I said “I'm full.”

He gave me a grin. “Oh I think you can take a little more.”

And more he gave me. I thought I was going to burst. I was about to protest and he shut the water off.

“Now hold that while I massage your belly.”

He began moving his strong fingers all around my abdomen, working the water deeper in to me.”

Gratefully he allowed me to release. As I did I could smell the foul odor of feces.

“Just as I suspected.” He frowned “This would have made for a very messy time.”

He began to mess about with some other tubes. And inserted something larger and longer into me.

“This little contraption will have you as clean as a pauper's bowl in a few short minutes”

I loved his antiquated style of speech.

He opened the tap and water flowed into to me there was apparently an opening in the base of it because water flowed out of me at the same time. The smell was undeniably poop. It kind of made me a little ill. Vaughn left the room and later returned with a finished glass of water. He began to massage my torso again. His touch made what cold have been a very clinical experience extremely erotic. I'm guessing about 10 minutes of this went by and he proclaimed that I was nearly clean.

“Now let us see what we can see.” He removed the device and rinsed the area around my ass. Being wet I thought I'd be cold but the platform I was laying on seemed to be warmed somehow.

He produced a speculum and inserted it into my hole. He spread it wide and then wider. The stretch was not challenging but was feeling nice.

“Oh you do have a practiced anatomy!” He chuckled. He looked deep into my yawing hole and seemed pleased. “One more rinse should do the trick.”

With that he made the unexpected move of unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his large flaccid cock. He sighed and a stream of piss shot straight into my butthole and gurgled back out again. For whatever reason his devil may care attitude made me chuckle.

“Does it tickle?” he asked

“I wouldn't say it tickles but it certainly feels nice.”

“I'm glad you're enjoying it. Let's get you ready for something else. I believe you told me you liked your toys on the larger side.”

I smiled a big smile. “Yes I certainly do!”

He adjusted the speculum again. Now it was beginning to be a challenge.

“I believe I can accommodate you. As long as you can keep drinking what I give you, you will keep me happy. I in return will do what I can to keep you happy.”

I was beginning to really get off on this whole piss drinking thing. He saw me lick my lips.

“I see you are ready for a bit more, eh?”

I smiled sheepishly. My head was just at his crotch height. He walked up beside me and simply presented his dick to me. I reached out with both hands and slithered around on the table a bit. With all the water, the tile had become a little slippery.

“oh, just a moment! Safety first. I'll be right back”

He wheeled in a stainless steel tool cabinet. From one of the many drawers he produced several straps that resembled seat belts. With a practiced motion he clicked the straps into place securing me across my chest, belly and my feet into the stirrups.

“We can never be too careful you know.”

Although my hands were free, I was aware that I was now somewhat at his mercy. The heat of the scene subdued any fear or common sense I may have had.

Again he walked toward my face. I reached out and brought his thick flaccid cock to my mouth. I swallowed his cock into my throat. He took that as his cue to begin peeing. His eyes read satisfaction.

“Ah the mercies of mankind is to be at the mercy of a kind man. Drink my lovely friend, drink.”

I was feeling a little queazy but my stomach soon settled. I could feel the stream in my throat slow then stop.

His eyes virtually licked my body resting on my groin. “You must feel so empty. We shall rectify that immediately.”

He turned to the cabinet and returned with a shiny silver metal dildo the size of my forearm and almost a foot long. It was shaped like a cartoon bullet with a great bulb the size of my fist near the end. It's perfect sheen was interrupted by many smooth seams. He slithered some clear goop on it. He went between my skyward legs and massaged my open anus with more of the goop. He lowered the object to meet my hungry hole. His eyes locked to mine as he began to push it inside me. My ass lips, distended made way for the invading thing. To my surprise it was warm. I felt its warmth enter me. I could see with my minds eye how deep it was going. He pushed on. I thought perhaps 8 inches must be inside me by now. It was taking me beyond words. The stretch of my asshole and the pressure on my prostate were thrilling. He glanced down momentarily.

“Delicious! You have at least 4 inches inside you now.”

That is one of the problems with the vision of the mind's eye. It is often wrong. I was a little concerned that I'd taken on more than I could actually take.

He assured me, “If it's to much just say so. But I feel confident that a big boy like you can stand it.”

I knew it was a silly dare but I wasn't going to back away from this dare unless I really had to. I resolved myself to keep going. He kept pushing. Finally he got to the bulbous portion. I knew that 8 inches really were inside me now. He reversed the direction and began pulling it out just as slowly until “plop” it came out. I could feel cool air rushing into my colon. He began pushing it in again only a little faster. I knew how deep it would go now and I was ready for it. He soon reached the bulb and reversed. He pulled it all the way out covered it with slime again and pushed it back in. The careful gait was gone. He simply shoved it into my aching hole. In and out he fucked me with the metal dong. He pushed it in up to the bulb and locked eyes with mine.

“Breathe deep.”

I was exhaling and before I knew what was happening his eyes narrowed and he was pushed again. Much harder than I would have been comfortable with had I known what was coming. The sweet old man Vaughn was gone and I was staring at a villain from an old movie. I was on the verge of screaming “Enough!” when his handsome features returned. He calmly proclaimed that it was all inside me.

My head was reeling. My guts felt full up to my chest. I could see the strange look of his face in my memory and I thought, “What the fuck did I get myself into?”

His thick heavy penis was in the state of semi arousal. I was mesmerized by it's size. It was hanging down 8 inches and still had a ways to go before it would have been at full potential.

“This particular toy is of my own invention.”

He'd broken the trance. I was once again aware of the giant heavy object deep in my ass.

“Let me show you what it does.” He produced a clock key from the cabinet and went to the dildo. As the key touched the dildo I felt it throughout my body. I could hear and feel the clicking of mechanism in the dildo being wound like an old mantle clock. After what seemed like several minutes the mechanism began to whirr. He stepped back obviously pleased with himself, admiring his own work.

“Ahhh!” he said with raised eyebrows “There it goes!”

I don't know if I heard it or felt it first. “tink, tink, tink, tink....” my eyes grew wide.

“what you are feeling are several tiny hammers inside knocking against the sides. That's all I will tel you for the moment but I think you will be delighted with the ingenuity behind it.”

I smiled excited by the novel sensation. It was subtle and intense at the same time. Each time a hammer would strike it would feel like the tiniest orgasm. My eyes just kind of closed on their own. It was as if sight was disturbing the wonderful feeling. I felt as if my whole body had become a bell as the tiny rhythmic hammers clanged their muted song. I was falling into a place between ecstasy and slumber. Vaughn lightly massaged my legs and abdomen then up to my arms. He lifted my hands above my head and massaged my pecs. I was so turned on and relaxed. I could almost imagine that device working its way deeper and deeper inside me. It continued playing it's single note but the sound became more muffled. I do not have perfect pitch but I was willing to bet that it was playing a lower note. I was smiling and beginning to dream. I then became conscious that my wrist was caught on something. I tried to free it with my other hand and discovered that that hand too had been restrained.

“Vaughn.” I called calmly. I looked around but I didn't see anyone in the room.

“Vaughn!” I called louder. There came no answer. I thought about my predicament. I was in an apartment of a man I didn't even know the last name of, bound to a table with a contraption from a place before electricity clanging away up my ass. I couldn't tell how much time had passed.

I looked down at myself, the device had moved deeper into me. I could see it's outline in my abdomen. Oh fuck... this can't be good. I have always feared having to explain to a physician how I got something stuck in my ass. I wouldn't even be able to explain what it was that was in there.

The machine continued, “clank, clank, clank, clank.” The hypnotic rhythm lulled me back into a strange sense of well being. Oh god it was so fucking big. Maybe since it had slipped deeper into me it just felt bigger. Wait a second. I still felt it holding my butt hole open. I clenched down with my anus. Yes it was definitely still partially outside of my ass. How the fuck had it moved up further inside me? If it had come apart I would have been able to tell. I could have sworn it moved. It's position pressed my bladder and piss squirted out of my erect penis. I wondered what could possibly be happening. It shifted positions inside me again. The sound seemed to change.

“Clonk, Clonk, Clonk, Clonk”.

The sensations had become more intense. Every time I thought I would become used to the sensation it changed and grew. Each hammer strike was a jolt rippling through me. I was not able to be afraid of anything anymore. I couldn't formulate whole sentences in my mind. Tiny shivering orgasms emanated from my prostate to my fingertips, prostate to toe tips and back again. Often during ass play my cock lays flaccid. I was so turned on by this bizarre experience. My cock had become so hard that my dickhead had become purple.

I looked down to see that the machine had made the turn of my sigmoid colon and was growing in girth. I had no guess as to how big it had become or if it would stop. At this moment I couldn't care. All I knew for sure was that I didn't want it ever to stop.

Another wave shot through me as if I were being electrocuted. It felt as though my balls had turned inside out. I shot several thick ribbons of come five feet into the air. The jizm splattered across my chest, face and who knows where.

My mind was numb.

The machine inside me increased its tempo.

“Clonk a ta, Clonk a ta, Clonk a ta, Clonk a ta...”

The vibrations were so intense I cold imagine my very skeleton having an orgasm. I felt an undeniable movement inside me. I was afraid to look down for fear that I was going to be torn apart.

My eyes could not focus well as I mustered the strength to look down.

“Clank a ta, Clank a ta, Clank a ta, Clank a ta...”

The pitch it was producing was noticeably rising.

I could now see the device was shrinking. Gratefully and sadly, I watched it recede from my sigmoid. The bell like tone returned but the tempo had raised to a buzzing sound. The vibrating all concentrated in one spot created another orgasmic wave.

I heard myself make a gurgling sound and suddenly come erupted from my still impossibly hard cock.

The machine made a whirring sound and clunk and stopped.

The silence was disturbing. My body was completely spent. I was thankful for my bonds because I did not have the strength to keep myself on the table.

I'd begun to fade into blackness when I heard clapping.

“Wonderful! Wonderful!” Vaughn had laughter in his voice

I looked to see him leaning casually against the door way.

“What the hell just happened?” I asked.

“You, my lovely friend have just experienced one of my masterpieces.”

I couldn't quite understand what he was telling me. He saw my confusion.

“I am an inventor. I design and create medical equipment among other things. I use new technology combined with old ideas.”

I tried to ask a question but was too exhausted to put it into words.

“The device that just explored your bowels expands but has sensors to make sure nothing is damaged. The nectar you have been drinking from my cock was more than simple urine.” he chuckled. “Oh it was nothing dangerous I assure you I ingested it before you did.”

I understood that much.

“It relaxed your muscles. Hence the reason you are finding it difficult staying upright presently. Fear not, it will wear off presently.”

I was beginning to feel my wits about me.

“I hadn't seen my little device grow to the size before!”

I felt a bit of pride crawl across my face. He seemed to read my thoughts.

“Yes you did commendably! I'd love it if you wanted to try some of my other little toys.”

Sheepishly I nodded. “Of course I do, but I think I may need a nap first.”

We both smiled at that.