Plug run

I was getting ready for my run yesterday and decided I really didn’t want to be unplugged during. I admit, that’s not logical. I run better when there’s nothing up there (as you would expect), enjoy it more, etc., but I’m also slightly compulsive about some things (you don’t say) and I’m obsessed over keeping myself plugged until Saturday (Friday night, minimum).

Thinking that the issue with the WMCBP was its mass, I thought I’d switch to a plug I hadn’t used in a long time: The njoy Pure 2.0. The Pure is a lovely, lovely thing. So smooth and shiny and, I had forgotten, really dense and heavy (one and a third pounds compared to the MWCBP at 1.1 lbs). Turns out, the smooth part makes it particularly poorly suited for running (though the narrow handle is better than the other plug’s large stoppers).

Switched to this for my run. Thought it’d be better. Turned out being worse. Nothing for the sphincter to grip. pic.twitter.com/SShPmBRyan

— thumper (@thumperMN) September 22, 2014

I wasn’t a half mile in when I realized it wasn’t going to work. It’s so damned heavy and smooth that with every impact it was trying to slip out and I had to focus very specifically on gripping it. If I let my mind wander, it’d start to move down again and more than once I felt more of it slipping back in than I thought had moved and was worried it’d fall right out. My flimsy running shorts wouldn’t have done much to stop it. I kept a look out for a secluded spot to pull it out and found one at about 1.6 miles into the run. It only took a few seconds to reach back and grab the oval handle and slip it out. It was totally clean (as I expected it to be) and I was able to hold it in my hand the rest of the way. Well, I had to swap it back and forth because, oh, did I mention, the fucking thing is heavy! At least I got a little arm workout from it.

My obsessive spirit guilted me out the rest of the way. Back in the driveway, I immediately slipped behind my truck and put it back in. By that point, my poor little sphincter was all tuckered out from fighting it so I eventually had to go back to the WMCBP. Much wider, but more to grip and significantly more comfy. That big boy’s not coming out accidentally, that’s for sure.

Other than that, no issues. Remarkably easy, actually. Sleeping last night was easier since Belle was home. I did wear it to the gym this morning. It was biceps and triceps day which meant preacher curls which meant a particular combination of bench and weight and motion that drove the plug in very deeply.

I find there are times when the plug’s a distraction and I’d rather it not be there but there are a lot more when I either stop thinking about it or really enjoy the feeling of it. The Pure plug was both distracting and enjoyable (prior to the run) in that it’s curved shape draws a bullseye on the prostate. Already puffy from more than week since the last orgasm and three days of contact with the other plugs, the Pure gave it quite a poke. Perhaps if the WMCBP hadn’t already opened me up as much as it had or I had been wearing more supportive clothing like a pair of jeans it would have stayed put better.

Of course, not everyone’s into this kind of thing or likes it, but it does seem to me that this part of a man’s anatomy is wired for significant pleasure potential. The low-grade buzz from the weight and heft of the plug and how it moves with me as I do is more than a little hot. I wonder, now that I’ve found this door and gone through it, how far down this rabbit hole goes (pardon the simile). How will my normal fluctuation of interest in anal play change because of this? Will I more often than not want to be plugged? How will Belle react? No idea, but nearing the halfway mark in the revised goal of one week, I can’t think of anything that would keep me from making it (except if Belle told me to stop, of course — she’s in charge).