Andy's L45-20 expanding butt plug

continuation to Andy and the L45-20 expanding dildo

The whack on the door came at 10pm. Andy was alone. Watching TV.

He answered it, he hadn't expected anyone.

Two guys in dark suits.

"Oh fucking !"he thought out loud.

"Mr McEndrue ?"the lead-in courtship enquired.

"Who's asking,"Andy replied.

"May we come in ?"

"look like you're coming in anyway."Andy conceded and let them come in.

"You sold an expanding sex toy to a young dame,"principal case said bluntly,"One of my co-worker Ellanore DiMarco. ”.

"Guilty,"Andy agreed,"It was faulty, didn't contract again, but I sorted it."

"Way she tells it you raped her,"the jumper cable suit insisted,"She says you molested her and had penetrative intimate social intercourse using you shaft, does that jog your memory. ”.

"She wasn't objecting,"Andy protested.

"I doubt she knew what you were doing,"the second cause suggested.

"So I'm hangdog, what's the big great deal,"Andy asked.

"First off she's pregnant and wants child support,"Suit one explained,"Second we could make commodity use of your technology, or your supplier technology, and thirdly we can get to the rape case go away."

"So where do you get them ? The expanding sex plaything ?"cause two asked.

"Taiwan, we design them,"Andy admitted,"A guy in Japanese Islands builds the image and tests the system then we have them made by contractors, Taiwan usually, Dutch East Indies, India where ever, not Islamic Republic of Pakistan, They are legal in the US, but not in Muslim countries."

"So do you make blood line ?"wooing two asked.

"Who exactly are you ?"Andy asked.

courting one flashed ID. Andy nearly had a fit."political science procurement ? What the nooky do you desire with expanding dildoes ?"

"Questioning suspect,"he replied,"Actually it's rear hack we want."

"Can't help you."Andy said.

"You can re design it,"suit one suggested.

"rapist have a real bad meter in the county jail, real bad,"“ Suit two reminded him.

"Ok, Ok,"Andy agreed,"I'll do a shorter fatter one to fit some ass hole's ass hole.

"Two hundred units, delivered to Guantanamo Bay within 30 days,"suit one suggested, and he waved an order mannikin and specification.

Andy went bug eyed as heread it,"radio set dominance ?"he enquired,"For shtup sake why would anyone want a radio controller expending butt plug up their ass ?"

"Exactly, they don't, do we have a flock or would you prefer to be arrested for rape ?"suit one asked.

Andy thought, ten class in Jail or Sir Thomas More net income than he usually made in a year.

"Ok, Ok you win."

Andy went to work on his CAD suite as soon as the causa left. He worked right through to 5 am, earpiece turned off concentrating. The re conception was easy, he found a butt plug on Bob's Analjoy dot com and used it as a templet to fit the expanding dildo mechanism in with the digital radio ascendency off a manakin gravy boat he had made, but it was hard work.

He kept thinking about some poor illegitimate ass golf hole being stretched to twice its usual size. He made the operating scroll magnanimous and it became three times and shrank the whole matter and streamlined it so it would take less force to campaign in.

He sent the intention to the suits email, ddlprocurement @ USsecurity.gov. Got a reply by the fourth dimension he woke still sitting at his desk after falling asleep.

Just an acknowledgement, he figured."No motivation for a flange to stop it going too far in, streamline both ends and we have a deal."he read. Shit. He thought.

He panicked. Redesign was easy. He sent the design off to Mr Kanemoto in Japan marked urgent. Andy hadn't eaten for dozen hours.

Kanemoto san usually made Andy's epitome and they then sent the prototype to Republic of China or Han-Gook for them to re-create. They posed as malefactor trying to get one shot patent of invention and right of first publication to get the safe deals.

This time Kanemoto made three paradigm, one for copying and two for trials.

It took two weeks.

Andy barely ate or slept. He spent hours checking patent and looking up sex plaything on line, he couldn't find anything like his expanding plug, inflatable buttocks stopper and dildos in every Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe and size conceivable, but not a two-sided scroll. Basically it worked like an interior out hose clip off an machine, spin the motor one way it got bigger, reverse the might it shrank again.

He did find a Medeival torture springiness in some gruesom chronicle book. It contracted when wound up so you could shove it up some guy's ass, or young woman for that matter, and unblock it so it ripped their ass apart and they died in torment but it wasn't quite in the same league.

The paradigm arrived the third Thursday. Friday morning he was on a KC135 header for Guantanamo Bay and that's where the incubus began.

first base off they never flew over any oceans to get there. Second the place wasn't anything like on TV.

It must take in been a distich of hundred yards long, Maybe it was a sheet mill once. The electric cell were square golf hole in the trading floor maybe twelve feet square by twelve feet trench. Some were tiled like a bathroom, some were just dirt and rock carved out of the reason. They had a can to shit in and a transcript of a religious text to wipe their fanny on and that was it. Lights stayed on 24/7, calls to prayer every two hours, plenty of sentence for meditation. Some had dress, plenty didn't.

Andy was shocked,"Gee I'd rather die,"he commented to his guide.

"Yeah, every one has a knife and they can nose the rope into a noose when we change the can in lawsuit they fancy a quick release."he laughed.

"You fucking callous whoreson,"Andy snapped.

"No sir, I have a copy of my parents marriage certificate rightfield here,"he said patting his white meat pocket."See this is inhumane, imgine this XII hours a day, four days on four day off,"he added."I joined the military to bolt down gooks not babysit them."

Andy variety of agreed.

Some way away an inmate was returned to his cell. They released his hired man handcuff and threw him in.

5 moment later the turn was over.

Work clip, they went in an office. A goop was there already, bent-grass over a pole, ass in the air, ball gag in his mouth, hands cuffed behind his back. He had a pale putting surface armed services jacket and what was left of a shirt and kick and a freshly laundered short skirt pushed up to bare his ass like some freakish transvestite.

"You have to shove the appliance up his ass ‘ cause its against the Geneva convention for us to do it,"the guide explained.

"Any lubricant ?"Andy asked. His templet barked Order and a guy appeared with a can of Wal mart 10W30 grade car locomotive engine oil.

"Any good ?"The guy asked.

"Only if you got some rubber gloves I don't want that on my hands,"Andy quipped.

Now it ain't well-fixed shoving a metal piston chamber nine inches long and three rung up some guy's ass fix without them co operating, even when slathered in estimable old car locomotive engine oil. In the end they had to put a brass mask on the gook and cut off his air until he passed out before Andy could get it started and jostle it right in with his knee.

They woke the muck up for the elaboration, motor whirred, you could see his belly intumesce and his tool erupted with jet of piss, then he got hard and as they let him suffer up he spunked uncontrollably.

"screwing's sake a pouf gook !"the guidebook muttered.

Andy played his get out of slammer free notice. He brought some stuff with him. Neat aluminum bars with socket head screws. Dozens of them.

"You want to get information ?"Andy asked,"Then stop him pissing."

That caused a John R. Major fuss. So make love obvious. Phone Call were made, Andy was given an officer grade meal in the canteen and the template came back.

Pretty soon Andy was fitting the gook with a duo of bars on his prick behind his bollock, they were machined so they didn't fit bland and cut off the bloodline flow, but slopped enough so spunk and piss couldn't leak out, They weren't regular pervert clinch designed to stop spunking off but rigorous to stop pissing as well. Some were to a greater extent cut away than others, Andy had them marked up and tried a 5mm to commence with. The muck wasn't to proud of but with four guys holding him down he didn't have too very much choice.

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Osama sat in his cellphone. He needed a water. Oh fuck how he needed a piss. 24 hours without a peeing. All he could think of was pissing. He needed the blessed relief of releasing the foul yellow liquid.

48 hours without a piss, or a Irish bull. Osama's unit belly was bloated. He dared not eat or pledge, his mouth was dry. His fingers were raw from fighting to loosen the clamps, his ass was bleeding from his effort to get a hold of the tooshie plugb and haul it out. His throat was sore from screaming obscenities and chapters from his religious school text. Everyone else was mad of him screeching and swore every time he piped up. Once they had all feared and obeyed him, now they hated his hapless guts.

72 hours without a piss. He was hallucinating. He had his knife, if he just cut his balls off he could micturate. gumption prevailed. He aimed his knife just behind his chunk, half way to his ass hole and pressed firmly up. A atomizer of bloodline stained piss spurted from the wound.

The guard saw him do it on CCTV.. He knew what to do. He thumber the remote dominance and the gooks butt plug whirred, it contracted and then it fell out. thousand of vile smelling brown horseshit erupted from Osama's ass in a continuous coil like some evil serpent mixing with the rip and piss."No !"he screamed and cried like a baby.

After an hour or so some sentry duty dragged Osama from his stinking hole of a cell, they took him to the medical nub where a couple of whirlybird mechanics and a Sous Chef tried to save Osama's cock. They gave up and grafted his stopcock skin over a savaloy sausage balloon and stitched it and his chunk sac to his forehead. They sort of fixed up where his cock used to be and put one of Andy's receiving set control weewee control condition valves in the hole to stanch the rate of flow of piss and let the domain blackleg over.

They sedated Osama a couple of time with a baseball bat and gave him a couple of hours rest before they had him drop a line a full confession, detail of his contacts, PIN numbers and everything and when he clammed up it was back to piss deprivation.

stupid thing is, looking back, in 2025 Osama's Afgan war comedy Sit com TV show"Mr Dick heading,"is one of the most watched sit coms in the US and has one of the low production costs ever with one cave for a set and just newsreel footage of warfare, while Andy never got the money the government promised for the material he supplied so his business sector collapsed and he went ruin and now lives in a one way flat trying to get by on Social Security as no one will give him a job.

Life just ain't fair.

And the tail end plugs. Too expensive. They looked for a cheaper version and found the Sami springtime loaded one Andy found on telephone circuit and had some of them made instead .