Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2014 17:52:58 +0100 From: Griffin Acheson Subject: Beach Diary Part 1 Beach Diary Part 1 "This is a sex vacation," Tommy said. "You know what that means." I was quiet and did not reply feeling both excitement and trepidation at the prospect of another beach vacation. "I know you know what that means," injected Tommy into the silence. "Yes," I said. "So be prepared." Tommy had purposely given me 10 days notice of his intentions. 10 days to wonder. 10 days to speculate. 10 days to be anxious. 10 days to think about our past two beach vacations. One thing I knew for sure: I would be naked most of the time - whether in our rented condo or at the nude beach --while Tommy would be dressed. Tommy didn't like being naked. While I slept naked at Tommy's insistence, he always wore boxers and a t-shirt. In fact, the only times I saw Tommy naked was in the shower or when we had sex. He didn't even take off his clothes at the nude beach. I knew I would be naked except for five dog choke chains I would be wearing on each appendage and around my neck. Tommy created them from dog chains he purchased in the Pet Department at Wal-Mart four years ago when we went to Florida for our first beach vacation. Cut to size and then attached with a small oval link and some superglue, there was no way to remove them without Tommy's help and a bolt cutter. It was humiliating. I remember getting on an elevator at the condo and feeling stares from everyone. You can't help but notice the dog chain I had around my neck which is no big deal until you notice the same chains around each wrist and each ankle. Tommy said he loved having me in these chains because he could (and did) quickly immobilize me with a couple of zip ties and release me just as quickly with only a pair of scissors. I prepared myself for Tommy to introduce something new. Some new behavior. Some new sex toy. Some new dynamic into our sexuality. On each beach vacation Tommy tested new components to our relationship. Starting four years ago when we first planned on going to the nude beach for a week, Tommy would plan, organize and surprise me with a new sexual twist. After the vacation was over, we would have a candid discussion about the experiences and decide what aspects we would integrate into our sex life back home. Four years ago at the beach. It is here that the story - and my transformation began. ---- The first beach vacation seemed to focused on my ass. Actually it is more correct to say that Tommy focused on my ass. It started on our drive south to the rented condo in Florida. We stopped to eat breakfast and when we were done Tommy pulled out a chrome-plated metal plug and set it on the table. "I know people don't have dessert with breakfast but I have a dessert for you." He stood up and picked up the bill. "Go in the bathroom and put that in," he ordered. "But I don't have any lube, "I said. "I do. You can go to the bathroom and wait for me to put it in you or put it in yourself - use spit, soap - whatever you want for lube," he said. I grimaced. I knew from experience that if I waited in the bathroom for Tommy to bring in some lube he would make me strip completely naked before plugging me - an effort to humiliate me in front of some guy who needed to take a leak after his morning coffee. I looked around, slightly panicked then saw two tabs of butter sitting on the table - left over from my morning pancakes. "I've got it," I said, grabbed the butter and the silver plug and headed toward the bathroom. "Good boy," Tommy said loudly. In the car Tommy shared his plans for the week. "I expect you to be filled all of the time. I brought a number of different sized butt toys with us for you to use. In anything you do -- sleep, eat, walk on the beach, relax in the hot tub, swim in the pool - anything -- for the next week you will do it plugged." "What if I need to take a shit?" I asked. "Hold it " Tommy said sternly. "But don't worry. I brought the tools to clean you out every morning in the shower. I really doubt you will need to go at other times." I was worried about this plan Tommy had to keep me plugged all week. After all the longest I had ever had anything in my ass was during sex and the largest toy Tommy ever put in me was a small penis-shaped dildo. Tommy must have seen my concern because he put his hand on my thigh assuredly and said, "Don't worry baby. It will be OK. I have a harness to keep the dildos in and the plugs are shaped so that they can stay inside of you. The plugs are nice because you will have something to clamp on to keep the beer from leaking out." "What does that mean?" I asked. "You'll see. ---- We arrived at our condo and no sooner had we unpacked when Tommy told me to strip and get in the shower / tub. Five minutes later, Tommy came into the bathroom carrying a very large fat flesh colored dildo, a white hose that had a nozzle at one end and a tub spout attachment at the other end and a drinking glass. He affixed the hose onto the tub spout and switched the diverter from the shower. A steady stream of water flowed from the nozzle. "Turn around. It's time for your cleaning.". he said. I dutifully obeyed. "Put your hands on the wall and bend over," he continued. I did as he instructed. He reached between my legs and tugged on the chrome plug. It popped out and I felt the coolness of some lubricant and his fingers in my hole "I don't know about this," I warned, not ever had an enema before. "Just relax," he said as he inserted the nozzle up my ass. The pressure in my gut was unlike anything I ever felt before. "I can't!" I cried. "It's OK,' said Tommy. "Just let it out. Good boy." I did as I was told and no sooner had I crapped all over the shower then Tommy put the nozzle back up my ass. We did this three more times until the water that flowed from me was mostly clear. After he used the enema hose to spray down the shower from the mess I expelled from my ass, Tommy asked, "You ready for a deeper flush?" "I don't know - I guess so, "I said hesitantly. "Then hold on tight, here is comes." And with that, Tommy inserted the nozzle up my ass again." I started to relax my sphincter to let out the water as I had done the previous three times but Tommy quickly pulled out the nozzle and placed the palm of his free hand over my hole. He held it there as I arched my back and groaned. "I have to let it out," I cried out. "Take a deep breath," Tommy instructed. I did as I was told. "Now let it out." I did. "Again. Deep breath." Tommy said. I did. "Now let it out." As I released my breath for the second time Tommy moved his hand and re-inserted the enema nozzle up my ass. I could feel pressure in my gut. I looked down and at my growing distended stomach. "I can't take this," I said. "Sure you can," Tommy replied as he reached under my legs and started massaging my hard cock. "Besides, you clearly like it." With each stroke on my shaft, my sphincter clamped down around the nozzle and more water filled my gut. "Please please Tommy," I begged. "I can't take any more." "Hold it," Tommy demanded, ignoring me as he pulled out the nozzle and replaced it with his hand as he had done before. "I can feel your hole expanding against my palm," said Tommy "It is turning me on big time." Tommy stopped stroking my cock to reach down and retrieve the dildo. He quickly moved his hand covering my hole and pressed the tip of the dido against it. I could feel my ass lips expand around the girth of the fat dildo as Tommy penetrated my hole. "I can't do this," I pleaded. "Sure you can," Tommy replied. "The water inside you want to escape and it will help your ass gobble up the dildo." He was right. The pressure to release was incredible and each time my sphincter convulsed and I pushed to expel the water inside me, Tommy pushed the dildo further up my ass. When it was in all the way Tommy pushed my feet apart with this right leg. The position was awkward and I found myself ever-so-slightly squatting. He pushed his body tightly against mine and pressed his right thigh against the base of the dildo that was partially inside my ass. Tommy reached around and started jerking me off. As he did I found myself leaning back against him and impaling my hole against the dildo. "Easy. Easy," I pleaded. "You are being too rough." "I'm not doing anything," Tommy replied. "You are the one thrusting yourself onto the dildo." He was right again. The sensations were driving me into a frenzied state of sexual excitement. The cramping from the water in my gut, the pressure of the water against my prostate from the inside and the pressure of the dildo pushing against my prostate from the outside coupled with Tommy's jerking my cock was overwhelming. I whimpered as I approached orgasm and as I shot my load I lost all control -- impaling myself fully on the dildo repeatedly. As I came, Tommy held a glass under my cock and collected all my spunk. He stepped back, laughed and jerked himself off as he watched me expel the dildo and empty my bowels all over the shower tub. When he came he collected it in the same glass that already had my cum. "Looks like a good quarter of a cup," Tommy said to me as he got out of the shower. "Hungry?" Tommy asked as he dried himself off.. "Sure am," I replied. "I feel so empty right now I think I could eat a horse." "OK, but before you consume anything I need to take these." Tommy went to the sink and returned with six tablets and a full glass of water. "What are they?" I asked. "Colon cleanser. Basically psyllium husks, acidophilus and aloe vera. It will keep you healthy so I can have at it with your ass with little worries. Half hour from now you can eat." The half hour seemed to take forever and when it had passed I asked Tommy, "What's for dinner? Pasta? Pizza?" "You plugged?" Tommy responded with a question. "You were serious?" I asked. "Go get the chrome plug and some lube then bring them here," he instructed. Eager to eat, I did as I was told. "Give me the plug and lube then turn around." I felt the pressure of the plug filling my ass and was aroused even though I had just had an orgasm an hour ago. Tommy placed his fingers under my chin and guided my lips to his. He gave me a long passionate kiss. Still holding my chin with his hand he looked directly in my eyes and said, "All week all the time." I nodded in the affirmative and then asked, "Pizza?" "Nope. Protein drink," Tommy replied as he mixed a heaping scoop of whey protein powder in a blender with some orange juice. When he finished mixing what was to be the first of many meals throughout the week, he poured it into the glass containing our combined cum. He mixed it slightly with a spoon then looked at me and said, "Drink up!" ---- The next morning Tommy led me through a process of packing up supplies for the nude beach: towels, straw mats to sit on, sunscreen, windscreen - for both the wind and privacy according to Tommy, water, Budweiser (Tommy's favorite beer) and cheap, generic beer. Tommy also produced an enemy bulb, lube and a new butt plug a bit larger than the chrome one I already had inside me. "What's that for?" I asked looking at the enema bulb and butt plug. "We are trying a new way to consume beer," he said. "You mean I am trying a new way to consume beer," I interjected. "Don't worry it will be fine," Tommy said, ignoring me. We had so much gear that we needed backpacks to carry it all. Plus Tommy insisted that we walk as far as possible at the nude beach: past the "straight" section, past the "gay" section and past the "cruisy" section. We got all our gear set up and Tommy told me to get naked. He kept his shorts on. Tommy opened four of the cheap generic beers and poured one into the enema bulb. It fizzed over a little bit and he put the tip on. He told me to lay down on the straw mat on my left side and pull my knees up. He reached between the crack of my ass and taking a firm grip on the chrome plug pulled it out of me. "Good," Tommy said inspecting the plug.. "Nice and clean." I felt strangely empty but not for long as I felt the lubricated tip of the enema bulb against my hole. I could feel the beer entering my ass, the fizz creating a strange cramp-like sensation. "You OK," Tommy asked. "I don't know," I replied. "It is a little strange and I feel like I have to take a crap." "It's the beer. Hold on a moment and the alcohol will relax you." Tommy pulled out the enema bulb and let it fill up with air so he could completely empty it inside of me. He filled it with a second beer and repeated the process. Then again with the third and then the fourth. He went really fast through this procedure and before I gave in to the urge to expel the beer I felt the lubricated tip of the large plug pressed against my hole "That's enough for today," he said. "This will help you keep the beer in," and he pushed the butt plug up my ass. I felt my ass lips slip over the widest part of the dildo and then settle on the neck at the base. "If you feel like you can't keep the beer inside, just clamp your asshole tightly around the plug. Practice it now. C'mon do it." Tommy observed me like a scientist as I practiced clenching around the plug. I could already feel the world spinning from the alcohol. Tommy told me to lay on my back and once I did he began to stroke my cock - first slowly then quickly. It was a nice distraction from the pressure of the beer in my gut. When I came, Tommy cupped his hand over the head of my dick to catch it all. "Eat it," he said as he held my hand to my mouth. As I licked my cum from the palm of Tommy's hand I was startled by moaning to my left. I turned my head to see two other naked men jerking off while they peered over the windscreen at the spectacle Tommy had made of me. Whether it was the beer that Tommy injected into my ass or the sexual stimulation or being exposed on the beach or a combination of it all - I was oblivious to my audience. So began our daily beach routine. I wasn't allowed to drink any alcohol. I could only take it up my ass. Administered by Tommy. Administered often with an audience. Tommy was diligent throughout all of our activities during the week. He said he wanted us to learn my limits with this new initiative and to this end he kept a log recording how much and when he injected beer up my ass as well as the effects I felt and when I felt them. He kept my beer-filled ass corked with a medium-large butt plug at the beach so I could walk back to the car at the end of each day without shitting myself. Each night when we returned to our condo, Tommy would have me shower and then he would hogtie me on the bed using my ready-access dog chains and some zip ties. He would shove the large flesh colored dildo up my ass keeping it in place with a creative use of duct tape then go off to enjoy the Jacuzzi. Although I wasn't aware of the time, Tommy said he let me lay there bound and impaled for an hour each night before returning and feeding me his cock. After he shot his load down my throat he would jerk me off again then have me lick my cum from his hand. Then he would inject me with more beer. At night he let me sleep with a smaller pacifier-type plug as long as I didn't leak on the bed. I didn't. Each morning before we packed up our beach gear, Tommy would remove my plug and let me sit on the toilet. He then insured that I was "clean as a whistle" by flushing me out in the shower / tub while he jerked me off then fed me my cum. The week became a blur for me. Cleansing enemas in the morning, cumming, beer injected up my ass on the beach, lying naked in the sun, plugged, cumming while others watched, hog-tied on the bed, cumming, more beer injected up my ass, asleep with a pacifier in my ass. By day two my ass lips felt like they were on fire and my sphincter felt like it was going to explode. I came in buckets all week long. All of which Tommy had me swallow.