Andy and The L45 20
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The knock 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 fuck!” he thought out loud.
“Mr McEndrue?” the lead suit enquired.
“Who’s asking,” Andy replied.
“May we come in?”
“Looks like you’re coming in anyway.” Andy conceded and let them come in.
“You sold an expanding sex toy to a young lady,” lead suit said bluntly, “One of my colleagues Ellanore DiMarco.”.
“Guilty,” Andy agreed, “It was faulty, didn’t contract again, but I sorted it.”
“Way she tells it you raped her,” the lead suit insisted, “She says you molested her and had penetrative sexual intercourse using you dick, does that jog your memory.”.
“She wasn’t objecting,” Andy protested.
“I doubt she knew what you were doing,” the second suit suggested.
“So I’m guilty, what’s the big deal,” Andy asked.
“First off she’s pregnant and wants child support,” Suit one explained, “Second we could make good use of your technology, or your suppliers technology, and thirdly we can make the rape case go away.”
“So where do you get them? The expanding sex toys?” suit two asked.
“Taiwan, we design them,” Andy admitted, “A guy in Japan builds the prototypes and tests the systems then we have them made by contractors, Taiwan usually, Indonesia, India where ever, not Pakistan, They are legal in the US, but not in Muslim countries.”
“So do you have stocks?” suit two asked.
“Who exactly are you?” Andy asked.
Suit one flashed ID. Andy nearly had a fit. “Government procurement? What the fuck do you want with expanding dildoes?”
“Questioning suspects,” he replied, “Actually it’s Butt plugs we want.”
“Can’t help you.” Andy said.
“You can re design it,” suit one suggested.
“Rapists have a real bad time 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 form and specification.
Andy went bug eyed as heread it, “Radio control?” he enquired, “For fucks sake why would anyone want a radio control expending butt plug up their ass?”
“Exactly, they don’t, do we have a deal or would you prefer to be arrested for rape?” suit one asked.
Andy thought, ten years in Jail or more profit than he usually made in a year.
“Ok, Ok you win.”
Andy went to work on his CAD suite as soon as the suits left. He worked right through to 5 am, phone turned off concentrating. The re design was easy, he found a butt plug on Bob’s Analjoy dot com and used it as a template to fit the expanding dildo mechanism in with the digital radio control off a model boat he had made, but it was hard work.
He kept thinking about some poor bastards ass hole being stretched to twice its usual size. He made the operating scroll bigger and it became three times and shrank the whole thing and streamlined it so it would take less force to push in.
He sent the design to the suits email, [email protected]. Got a reply by the time he woke still sitting at his desk after falling asleep.
Just an acknowledgement, he figured. “No need 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 twelve hours.
Kanemoto san usually made Andy’s prototype and they then sent the prototype to Taiwan or Korea for them to copy. They posed as criminals trying to get round patents and copyrights to get the best deals.
This time Kanemoto made three prototypes, one for copying and two for trials.
It took two weeks.
Andy barely ate or slept. He spent hours checking patents and looking up sex toys on line, he couldn’t find anything like his expanding plug, inflatable butt plugs and dildos in every shape and size imaginable, but not a reversible scroll. Basically it worked like an inside out hose clip off an automobile, spin the motor one way it got bigger, reverse the power it shrank again.
He did find a Medeival torture spring in some gruesom history book. It contracted when wound up so you could shove it up some guy’s ass, or girl for that matter, and release it so it ripped their ass apart and they died in agony but it wasn’t quite in the same league.
The prototypes arrived the third Thursday. Friday morning he was on a KC135 heading for Guantanamo Bay and that’s where the nightmare began.
First off they never flew over any oceans to get there. Second the place wasn’t anything like on TV.
It must have been a couple of hundred yards long, Maybe it was a plane factory once. The cells were square holes in the floor maybe Twelve feet square by twelve feet deep. Some were tiled like a bathroom, some were just dirt and rock carved out of the ground. They had a can to shit in and a copy of a religious text to wipe their asses on and that was it. Lights stayed on 24/7, calls to prayer every two hours, plenty of time for meditation. Some had clothes, 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 wind the rope into a noose when we change the can in case they fancy a quick release.” he laughed.
“You fucking callous bastard,” Andy snapped.
“No sir, I have a copy of my parents marriage certificate right here,” he said patting his breast pocket. “See this is inhumane, imgine this twelve hours a day, four days on four days off,” he added. “I joined the military to kill gooks not babysit them.”
Andy sort of agreed.
Some way away an inmate was returned to his cell. They released his hand cuffs and threw him in.
Five minutes later the tour was over.
Work time, they went in an office. A gook was there already, bent over a pole, ass in the air, ball gag in his mouth, hands cuffed behind his back. He had a pale green military jacket and what was left of a shirt and boots 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 Lube?” Andy asked. His guide barked orders and a guy appeared with a can of Wal Mart 10W30 grade car 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 easy shoving a metal cylinder nine inches long and three round up some guy’s ass hole without them co operating, even when slathered in good old car engine oil. In the end they had to put a face mask on the gook and cut off his air until he passed out before Andy could get it started and shove it right in with his knee.
They woke the gook up for the expansion, motor whirred, you could see his belly swell and his cock erupted with jet of piss, then he got hard and as they let him stand up he spunked uncontrollably.
“Fuck’s sake a queer gook!” the guide muttered.
Andy played his get out of jail free card. He brought some stuff with him. Neat aluminum bars with socket head screws. Dozens of them.
“You want to get info?” Andy asked, “Then stop him pissing.”
That caused a major stir. So fucking obvious. Phone calls were made, Andy was given an officer grade meal in the canteen and the guide came back.
Pretty soon Andy was fitting the gook with a pair of bars on his cock behind his balls, they were machined so they didn’t fit flat and cut off the blood flow, but tight enough so spunk and piss couldn’t leak out, They weren’t regular pervert clamps designed to stop spunking off but tighter to stop pissing as well. Some were more cut away than others, Andy had them marked up and tried a 5mm to begin with. The gook wasn’t to pleased but with four guys holding him down he didn’t have too much choice.
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Osama sat in his cell. He needed a piss. Oh fuck how he needed a piss. 24 hours without a piss. 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 shit. Osama’s whole belly was bloated. He dared not eat or drink, his mouth was dry. His fingers were raw from fighting to undo the clamps, his ass was bleeding from his attempts to get a hold of the butt plugb and haul it out. His throat was sore from screaming obscenities and chapters from his religious texts. Everyone else was sick of him screeching and swore every time he piped up. Once they had all feared and obeyed him, now they hated his pathetic guts.
72 hours without a piss. He was hallucinating. He had his knife, if he just cut his balls off he could piss. Sense prevailed. He aimed his knife just behind his balls, half way to his ass hole and pressed firmly up. A spray of blood stained piss spurted from the wound.
The guard saw him do it on CCTV.. He knew what to do. He thumber the remote control and the gooks butt plug whirred, it contracted and then it fell out. Yards of vile smelling brown shit erupted from Osama’s ass in a continuous coil like some evil snake mixing with the blood and piss. “No!” he screamed and cried like a baby.
After an hour or so some guards dragged Osama from his stinking hole of a cell, they took him to the medical centre where a couple of helicopter mechanics and a Sous Chef tried to save Osama’s cock. They gave up and grafted his cock skin over a savaloy sausage and stitched it and his ball sac to his forehead. They sort of fixed up where his cock used to be and put one of Andy’s radio control piss control valves in the hole to stem the flow of piss and let the area scab over.
They sedated Osama a couple of times with a baseball bat and gave him a couple of hours rest before they had him write a full confession, details 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 Head,” is one of the most watched sit coms in the US and has one of the lowest production costs ever with one cave for a set and just newsreel footage of wars, while Andy never got the money the government promised for the stuff he supplied so his business collapsed and he went bankrupt and now lives in a one room apartment trying to get by on Social Security as no one will give him a job.
Life just ain’t fair.
And the butt plugs. Too expensive. They looked for a cheaper version and found the same spring loaded one Andy found on line and had some of them made instead. -->
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