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, Thu Jan 10 2013, 03:55AM

I grew up in the rural south. My parents fed me a pretty shitty diet. Lots of fried foods, lots of cheese and butter. I wasn't fat by any means, but I was always plagued with digestive problems.

By the time I was 12, I had my first impacted colon. Too much bulk and too little fiber meant I couldn't go. A hard plug of shit stopped me up. And everything just started backing up until it was painful.

By the time my parents took me to a doctor, the pain was almost unbearable. It was concentrated in my lower stomach and groin. All this talk in my family about how I could live with one testicle, as if testicles were necessary for living. I just wanted it to stop.

Now, a lot of doctors might prescribe a suppository enema or something of that nature. But I guess my doctor wanted to take care of this immediately. He donned a glove, lubed up a couple fingers, and dug that shit plug out of my asshole.

I screamed. Somewhat in pain, but I guess it was a bit psychological. My mom cried as she watched this doctor finger rape her child and pull balls of impacted feces from his rectum. And I guess I wanted to make her feel a little worse, so I screamed a bit louder then I probably would have otherwise.

When it was over, I took a giant shit and went on with my life. My mom continued cooking the same things.

By the time I was 14, I developed bleeding hemorrhoids. At least once a week, when I'd shit, I'd almost always shit blood. A good quantity too. My mom told me to ignore it. Wonderful.

I lived with painful bowel movements and bleeding from my ass for over a decade until I graduated college and got a job of my own. My own health insurance meant a visit to a gastroenterologist my first week on the job. Those hemorrhoids had to come off.

I heard horror stories about people getting them cut with no anesthesia, metal clamps being put in their asses to cut off blood flow. But my doctor was going to use rubber bands. And it was supposed to be painless.

Three sessions of being anally violated again. A bit of discomfort as the fucking swollen ass tissue withered and died. And for the first time in a decade, I could shit without pain and without worrying about losing a ton of blood. I sent the doctor a card thanking him for helping me lead a normal life. I was excited.

A couple months after my bandings, though, I realized that I had spent my entire sexual development with digestive issues. Whereas I masturbated frequently, my asshole was off limits. Any anal play hurt immensely. So I just didn't do it. But now, now my asshole was normal. At 24 years old, I could explore my brown eye with wild abandon.

And I did. At first, a finger or two. It didn't hurt. I read about amazing prostate orgasms. I put a toothbrush handle up there to see what it felt like. Nothing much. But it got me pretty hard. Maybe it was the newness of it all, the excitement of doing something taboo.

Over the course of 3 months, I graduated from a toothbrush handle to a large buttplug I purchased off of Amazon. I'd put it in first thing in the morning and go to work with it in my ass. By the time I got home, I gaped like a fisted whore. I'd need to shit and it would just fall out of me.

The more things I put in my ass, the more I stretched it out, the more I realized that I was ultimately chasing a pain high. I felt no displeasure from my anus any more. I just wanted it to hurt. For all those years of suffering. For being such a useless body part. I wanted to punish it.

I wanted butt justice.