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Banana Guy
by Jeri (no address provided)

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A kinky masturbation story. (M-solo, mast, anal, bd)

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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

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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.

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