2nd generation glass plug, custom made for a larger plug.

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Getting wild with butt plugs at home alone and naked

Choice of butt plug

Or what I like to call an anal plug for long-term wear. Look it up. “Is it safe to wear a butt plug for long term use?" The answer is a modest, “Yes. You can safely wear a butt plug for at least 30 minutes, two hours," or some such. That’s as far as the AI advice data will go.

Well, as anyone knows who has read this blog, which I kept up consistently for around 10 years and then quit except occasionally, since I thought I had exhausted everything there was about living plugged, I suggest and practice the idea that you could keep a plug in your rectum 24/7/365 times x years. I have effectively had a plug in my ass now for fourteen years. As you might suspect, in the 24/7/365 goal, several real-life facts prevents me from being plugged a hundred percent of the time.

• Defecation
• Indigestion and the runs
• Being ill with the flu or other issues
• Knowing if I go out in public plugged and I eat a spicy meal or get too full, it is a crap shoot (literally) that I’d rather not take a chance on.

But I do quite often wear my plug out and about town and even end up pulling it out in a public restroom and defecating and cleaning up as best I can and replugging and carrying on. In fact, it’s a bit of a thrill to know that I’m in a stall pulling a plug out of my ass and cleaning it and replugging, while other men are in the room and not knowing. I also like to imagine that I’m not the only one (male or female, old or young) who is currently plugged in line at the bank, or in a restaurant, or walking through the mall, or watching a movie at a theater.

I can’t chance riding a bike plugged, without knowing that it could get past the sphincter and work its way up my colon to become irretrievable by myself. I’d half to have a doctor stick his fist up my ass and grab that glass ring and the end of the plug—or something like that. 

It happened one time. I was riding my bike and feeling frisky with the plug being jostled in my ass with ever bump and thrust of my legs on pedals. And once…I knew I had just lost my plug up my rear end and I hurried home and stuck my finger up my butt seeking the glass ring at the end of the plug, and…not being able to reach it.

Luckily, I worked my kegals and prepared for a “dump” as one can do and feel movement in the bowels as the load (this time one made of borosilicate glass) slid on down the chute and plunked out into the toilet bowl before I had a chance to catch it, and it clinked on the porcelain and I feared that it might have shattered. You can break a glass plug if you drop it on a hard tile floor from sink level, butt (mmm) it didn’t shatter or so much as get a shard broken off the plug anywhere with what was only an eight inch drop.

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So what have I been up to living plugged? I have continued to live plugged naked, dressed, in bed, working in the yard, sitting at my desk, out in public, etc. most of the time without long breaks. But I have also been experimenting as I had not before. I’ve watched a ton of solo anal play videos and watched men of all ages use extremely large and long dildos up their butts. I have an array of modest plugs, but what I experimented with recently was to attach a leather string to the ring base of my glass plug and insert the plug into my ass, and with my finger push it all the way in, including the ring base, past the sphincter until I can barely touch the end of the plug with my finger. I rearrange the leather string making sure there’s still plenty of length left outside my ass, and then I take another one of my modest silicone plugs with the base cut off, leaving the head and the shaft, and I stick it in my butt, and push it up into my rectum so that it forces my glass plug with the string on it further into my ass, past the sigmoid colon and into the gut tunnel; and I push on the silicon plug, until I can barely feel it with the tip of my finger, and THEN,  I take a third plug shaped like a traffic cone with a wide bottom, which I force past the sphincter, and allow it to close around the shaft which is attached to a large elongated base, that nests itself snuggly against my anal opening in the crack of my ass. three little pigs in an ass blanket.

So that’s a total of three plugs in my butt in a row, and I strut around the house feeling the crowd of plugs in my ass move to my movements, with not a hint of pain, as the gut has very few nerve endings for pain reception. Keep in mind that I know this is not long term, but I have also lain in bed with the three plugs in my ass, past the sphincter, lined up inside of me. The only life-saving precaution is that tenuous leather string attached to the glass ring, and the rest of the string coming outside my ass, which is what I can hold onto to pull the glass plug out of my ass, last; alas, it does have to come out within a couple of hours.

I’ve done this three days in a row and this last time, I had an unexpected crisis. First I pulled hard on the big fat silicone plug with the elongated base in the crack of my ass and it popped out with some effort, since the wide base of the cone was past my sphincter which had closed reliably around the shaft. but it did come out. And then I slid my fingers into my rectum—and sure enough the smaller silicone plug with the base cut off was deep inside and I could just barely touch the end of the shaft where I had cut off the base. It was fuckin’ neat that I could not touch the two remaining plugs they were buried. There was no way to grab ahold of the silicone plug, and so I figured I could just pull the leather string on the glass plug and it would push the silicone plug out of my ass far enough that I could get a grip on the shaft and pull, and…

                                the silicone plug began to move out within reach of my fingers, where I could grab the shaft. It worked.

But when I pulled on the string again to retrieve the glass plug, the string came free leaving the glass plug still pretty deep in my rectum, past the sigmoid colon. A trip to the emergency room flashed before my eyes, but I sat down on the toilet and, because of the activity of the three plugs in my ass softening everything up and still nice and slick, I was able to dump the glass plug out, where I grabbed onto the ring base and pulled it free, free at last! Free at last! And the surprise was that the glass plug was glistening without a hint of you know what, and as beautiful and sexy as it could be in clear crystalline liquid, which I held up to the light, before shoving it back into my ass, but allowing the ring base to sit on the outside of my anal opening, where it has been ever since.

Please note that I didn’t upload any videos, because as it turns out, where I now live in Mississippi somehow manages to deactivate the videos but not the images.

 

Plugging extremes

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A Warm Well Lighted Place

 A Nod to Ernest Hemingway (a clean well lighted place)

While Ernest Hemingway was not an expatriate like many other American writers (i.e., James Baldwin, who lived in Paris from 1948 to 1957 and did much of his most substantial writing during those years), Hemingway spent a great deal of time as a news correspondent abroad, as well, and gained great respect for his sparse use of words in most of everything he wrote for newspapers and magazines, but it also spread to his work as a novelist and short-story writer. I’m thinking specifically of A Clean Well Lighted Place, a story that appeared in a magazine in 1933, set in a cafe (hence the clean well-lighted place) but it is a story about “nothing” and despair and certainly NOT about wearing a butt plug as a thing I do that keeps me happy and content and inspired.

I know. I know… the introduction to this post may have seemed strange, but I hope not off-putting. I’m a writer and like Hemingway, I love the physical, concrete descriptions of place, hopefully said with few words that are concrete and allows us to see the place or thing I’m talking about. I just love the picture of this guy’s deep-seated plug. I can feel what it must feel like buried almost to the point of the base of the plug slipping past the sphincter.  I’ve been in restaurants before when I used a lot of lube and suddenly felt the ring base of my Icicles #14 forcefully get shoved into the rectum, past the sphincter as the hard surface of the seat pushed the ring base just enough for it to begin the journey into the nether reaches of my large intestine. 

In a restaurant in public that made for a crisis. If I didn’t go into the public men’s room and get myself to a stall with a wet paper towel (for clean up) and dig around in my rectum to retrieve the plug as soon as possible, it would have migrated farther into my anal canal past the reach of my fingers. And would have to make an embarrassing visit to the hospital to have a doctor or assistant do a fist-job to grab the (in this case) the crystal ring base and pull it out.

I discovered the propensity of plugs and dildos stuck in my ass to go on a journey into the inner reaches of my intestines, one time, when I fell asleep with a 10-inch dildo with no base in my butt. For some fortunate reason, I had decided to attach a cord to the dildo that I could reach and pull the dildo out of my butt if I chose to shove it past the sphincter. I fell asleep, however, before I did that, and when I woke up with a very busy feeling in my gut, I felt back there and discovered, just a bare two inches of cord was sticking out of my closed anus. The cord I attached to the dildo was at least two feet long!

During my nap, the dildo had traveled way the fuck up into my intestines and presumably would have eventually encountered an obtuse left or right turn and been stopped. It’s not like there’s a straight line from my butt hole to the back of my throat.

 

There, that's better. Just illustrates my point that things can go very deep, regardless of how twisted the path may be to get there. 

Of course, all I’ve done while writing this post is to have my sacred glass plug in my rectum.

Time to Reveal a new Kink

 Men who taste their own cum….and now piss.

Over the course of time I have been living alone I have discovered that I can enhance my edging experience in ways I never dreamed possible. I still live plugged, stay naked, engage in prostate orgasm that forces the semen back into my body and doesn’t produce and ejaculation. I honestly didn’t realize this was possible, but I continued reading on the subject of prostate ejaculations, and I read with growing interest what men who use the aneros prostate massagers say about their own ejaculate-less orgasms. They are stronger and once you break through the barrier of self doubt and know a little more of what to expect prostate massage and prostate orgasms can be addictive. When I’m reaching the point of no return then pull back (which is called edging) I sometimes go into anal convulsions where the feeling explodes inside my rectum and palpitate that spot behind my ball sack between that and the anal opening. I’m disciplined enough that when I have an orgasm I don’t pull my precious glass plug out of my ass. I leave it in there and continue about my day, quite often taking the time to run my finger around the inside of my foreskin to collect that slick, shiny precum and suck it off my fingers.

Sometimes having edged for quite a while…say four hours, I feel an urgent need to piss, which is where “tasting my own piss" comes into play or at least has in recent weeks. I’d never drunk my own urine as I have been doing now for about a month. My urine is almost universally light in color and crystal clear when I hold a glass of it to the light. Sometimes it’s a bit cloudy, which I suspect comes when I have had fat food (maybe). More on the topic of the constituents of urine later on, but for now let me just say that drinking my own urine is becoming a new kind of erotic kink for my solo sexuality.  Today, for example, as I write this, I have drunk every drop of pee that I have output today, glass after glass, except for when I was in my backyard naked and needing to pee, and so I peed into my hand and splashed the piss on my face and neck and let it dry in the cool breeze of the early dark.

 

 My first time drinking my own urine was an eye popping experience, as the urine was exploding with flavors, some salty, some smooth like I don’t know a light beer? Some of the flavor was almost too strong, like the  flavor of cardamon (a cloying Indonesian spice that is often used in tea). It is this last flavor that is present in every shot of my piss that made it difficult to keep going with this experiment as far as it has now come. I tried over riding or softening the cardamon taste by mixing in various liquids to my piss. When I finally settled on lime juice, the heavens opened up and made drinking my own urine (with a lime water chaser) an erotic, cock-twitching event. I always say just writing about being plugged gives me an erection and I have to add, now, that just confessing to this new kink and writing about it makes me leak precum under my foreskin.

You can look up the constituents of urine if you want to. You will find that aside from western health articles that say drinking urine is not good for you, millions of people from around the world do it anyway, especially Ayurvedic practitioners. All that aside, I’m going to carry through with this new kink until I see evidence that it is harmful. For now…well I’m working on filling another glass with urine and have my lime-water chaser sitting off to the side.

I am happy to report that I can drink my piss all day and never feel so much as queasy. If that were the case I would give up on it. Just not yet...

The Day After

 The completely and utterly shocking win by DJT….Geez. All I could think of to do to take my mind off that horror was to get naked, stay naked, masturbate, drink my own piss and watch some good butt plugging videos. Today it’s meant to dull the pain, but I am already getting geared up for a flood of endorphine release as I edge and squeeze my sphincter hard around the borosilicate glass plug, which consists of a glass egg on the business end of the shaft, which is itself melded into a donut ring that stays outside the sphincter but pushes against it with every move I make.

Just a short masturbation with a butt plug barely showing. I like the way this guy lets the base fall out of his crack and pulls it back in with his kegals. From experience, I know that it sends a flood of sensation down the shaft of my cock and into the rectum that is hugging the plug in a warm, intimate embrace.

I know what this guy means about getting a little piggy in his shed. When I grew up on a farm I constantly had my cock out as I worked in the field. I must've jacked off in every possible square foot around the farm yard and in the field. I stayed pretty piggy on the farm, myself, I do have to admit. Back then it was a lot of very satisfying solo sex.

Last Post before election

 Relieving Tension…

Those million or so readers who have viewed this blog know that I’ve been keeping track of living with a plug in my rectum, as close to 24/7/365 as I can get, and I will assert that I accomplish this at a 90% plugged rate and have done so for 12 years.

I discovered that wearing a plug all the time, day and night every every hour of every day releases well-being endorphins into my brain and I usually have a heightened sense of well being, like that period during a good love making session with someone you love as a perfect sense of happiness. I get a little crazy with my self-sexual fulfillment during times of stress; but it sure beats taking drugs or alcohol or even smoking weed, which are all false equivalencies to real relief and well-being. Yes, my glass borosilicate plug is firmly home in my rectum as I write this. I am naked, except for a pair of underwear that is rolled up on my thighs and not covering my cock or my ass.

Yep, kinda like this guy in the photo to the left of this text. That’s not me, but we get each other. There are a lot of universal male self-sex activities I’ve discovered over the years that transcend the gay-straight spectrum.

Self-suck with a butt plug close up

I’m keeping this post short. I’ve noticed that over time, the ability to use videos from porn sites, by embedding the links have been ruined by the overlords. But let’s hope this one takes.

My friends and viewers, it’s after 3 a.m. and I slept about five hours and woke up and played with my rectum and decided it was time to write this blog. Loving being plugged; loving all my readers. Now if you don’t mind, I will lie back throw my legs over my head and shoot cum and piss into my mouth.

Living Plugged is Essential

 Living Plugged 24/7/365

The overwhelming percentage of the time, from October 2012 to July 2024...almost 12 years...I have had an Icicles #14 in my rectum. I can only estimate a percentage based on how often I have to remove the plug and how long I average getting it back in. You know, sleeping with the plug inserted in my rectum and then taking care of pooping, cleaning up and re-plugging. I also have to take into account the amount of time I have to go without the plug, depending on how cooperative my digestive process is. Generally, I can stay plugged at least 12 to 18 hours before I have to remove it, for defecation and sometimes (as rarely as I can) unplug when I go out in public and I don't want to risk having a crisis removal. You get the picture.

But with 11 years and nine months under my belt, here is a quick estimate of the total number of hours in that time I've been living plugged. I'll never reach a hundred percent of the time plugged. It is physically impossible.

• Total number of hours in 11.9 years: 104,244 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for poop & cleanup in 11.9 years: 2,172 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for digestive and other physical restrictions in 11.9 years: 6,188 hours

• Estimated time unplugged for travel and time away from home without the plug available in 11.9 years: 2000 hours

10,360 hours in 11.9 years unplugged is 9.9 or 10% of the time.

I have been plugged for 93,884 hours in 11.9 years.

And I can tell you this. This plug has never felt uncomfortable during all that time. I also freely unplug should I feel some sort of crisis digestive issue (runs or bloating and pressure just above the rectum in the colon). I do engage in other plugging activities, just for the sheer pleasure of it, which rarely leads to ejaculation but is always nice.

I do hope my fans check back occasionally for new posts, which I admit are rare these days. I just felt I didn't have much new to add, but I have to say as always that I just love living with a plug in my rectum. I never fail to get hard just talking about it, and one of the other activities I engage in besides just having the plug in my ass, is playing with my rectum when it is unplugged and I just explore that wonderful, accepting flesh inside the rectum and then slide the plug slowly slowly back in, feeling everything part to allow for the plug, always familiar to the rectum flesh, the muscles, the nerve endings. The plug is home now, where it has been for 12 wonderful years, 12 years free of hemorrhoids, the best time of my life having to do with self-love and contentment.

Plugged a Hundred Percent of the Time?

Plugging Off the Charts!

I have been plugged almost a hundred percent of the time, except for the five or ten minutes it takes to evacuate and clean up—that's 23.75 hours in every 24-hour period, for a month. This is phenomenal. I attribute it to a subtle change in my diet in the last few months. I rarely eat anything if it doesn't contain at least some rice. I sometimes have plain saltine crackers for a snack (dry and nothing on them).

I can also eat chips and salsa every few days with no problems. My gut stays quiet all day, all night, and my plug stays firmly in my rectum and flooding my brain with endorphins, keeping me calm, happy, content, half horny. It's beyond any other time in my 12 years of living plugged that has been so easy and carefree.

I've cut way down on eating out because when I did, it was usually fast food. That should tell you something about the relative unhealthiness of fast food, which is probably also highly processed to begin with.

I also continue to take Loperamide HCL (a generic Imodium product). 

Now the salient idea is to have regular bowel movements, with the added proviso that you will be somewhat tending toward constipation, rather than having loose stools. That's just the nature of the beast, for those of you who want to live plugged as I do. Men and women. Old and Young. Living plugged is Nirvana. 

Sure, I understand that younger people just have to masturbate to completeness and cum and then quickly remove their plugs. That's fine, but you might as well just use a dildo and give yourself a glorious fuck in the ass. 

No, living plugged is exactly what it sounds like. You slam it home and leave it alone. The plug will give you pleasure all day and all night and you don't have to do anything. I use the icicles #14 (2-inch diameter egg on top, 1-inch diameter shaft, 2-inch diameter donut-ring base). It's borscillicate glass so it is strong. It will shatter if you drop it on a tile floor but it will not break in your rectum by any means, and there is not an edge anywhere on this plug, so there is no way that any part of it can irritate you. I plug semi dry and remove it about every 12 to 16 hours for bowel movement and clean up and then insert the plug right back in, most often without any douching. 

I am fucking in love with my plug and it being in my ass as comfortably as wearing a ring. When I bought my first plug it was a cone shaped rubber thing and I literally wore it out. I traveled with it in my butt as a drove and I slept with it in my ass, but it didn't take long for it to irritate around the edge of the base, despite it being rubber. And I also bought dildos, and being kind of "romantic" I wanted only those that looked like real-life cocks. But as the years have passed from my first plug until now, I've become much more rational about the physical aspects of what a plug should be made of and its design. Sure, once again, go for the huge, fat, plugs if you want a hot and messy masturbation session, lots of cum and lube and stuff, but go for the intelligently designed plug if you're going to live with it in your rectum.

I do NOT remove my plug to go downtown, eat out, go shopping, visit friends, or even entertain clients at my house. I stay plugged and yes, surreptitiously clinch my butt muscles right in front of people or at the grocery store or walking down the street. No one knows, but it gives me a kind of added thrill to know that, yes, I'm naked beneath my clothes and, yes, I've got a butt plug in my rectum, which leads to the wider question, how many other guys out on the streets, how many women are secretly plugged. I think even straight men are up to around 45% who engage in anal play of some sort.

Plug for pleasure, plug for health, cure your hemorrhoids by wearing a suitable butt plug. It works. I used to have irritated and bleeding 'roids before I started wearing a butt plug regularly. I have not had a single hemorrhoid in 12 years. 

Alas, I will no longer have videos on this blog, since much of the porn sites are vulnerable to hacking and destructive malware. But you can visit these three porn sites for your viewing pleasure:

pornhub

xvideos

xhamster

I remain Reynolds, living plugged, as I am right now as I write. I am also naked, if you would like to imagine that. I live naked, as well, but of course don't go out in public without clothes!