“Ass Sparks: His Backdoor Adventures Begin”
Ethan had always been curious. Not about men, exactly, but about sensation—about pleasure that didn’t play by the rules. He considered himself straight, more or less, but late at night, alone in bed, he’d find himself lingering on certain videos, certain thoughts… particularly anything involving guys who seemed to enjoy it from behind.
It was never about who was doing it. It was the act itself. The look of surrender. The overwhelming intensity on their faces. The kind of ecstasy that made your whole body tremble. Ethan wanted that.
But he wasn’t ready to jump into anything too wild. Then, one night while browsing swimwear—he loved daring styles and had a soft spot for things that clung tight to the body—he stumbled across a site called Koalaswim.com.
And that’s when he saw them.
“Ass Sparks.”
The name alone made his pulse quicken. They weren’t just plugs. These were wearable art pieces—beautiful, functional plugs built into skimpy men’s swimsuits and thongs. Some were glittery, jeweled, even shaped to sparkle in the sun. Some were clearly made to train beginners. Others? Made for true connoisseurs.
One design caught his eye: a micro G-string with a clear plug base, slim enough to walk and sit in but just large enough to let you feel it with every movement. The fabric was sheer black Lycra with a glimmer of silver threading and nothing left to the imagination. The description was enticing:
“For men ready to begin their backdoor bliss. The Ass Spark sits perfectly in place, giving you that full feeling while holding your swimsuit firm. For beach days, bedroom nights, or secret training under your jeans.”
He clicked Buy Now.
When it arrived, Ethan’s hands shook a little as he opened the sleek, sexy packaging. Inside was the swimsuit—tiny, stretchy, erotic—and built right into it was the plug, smooth and gleaming. He stripped naked and slid the suit on. It took some effort… but the moment the plug slipped inside him, his knees nearly buckled.
He stood in front of the mirror, staring.
It looked like nothing he’d ever worn—like a slutty little trophy, worn high on his hips, with just a glimmer of a base peeking out between his cheeks. But what really made him gasp was the feeling. Every movement, every step made his breath catch. His body was awake in ways it had never been before.
That night, he wore it under his shorts and went for a walk.
Every block felt like a dirty little secret. Every stride massaged the toy deeper. By the time he got home, he was breathless, sweaty, and painfully hard. He didn’t even touch himself—just let the waves of internal stimulation take over as he moaned into his pillow, climaxing without even stroking.
Over the following weeks, Ethan’s obsession grew. He ordered two more suits—one with a thicker, ribbed plug, and another with a remote-controlled vibrating Ass Spark. He wore them while doing chores, lounging, even on solo beach days tucked far from crowds. Every new design brought new sensations, new fantasies.
And something shifted in Ethan. It wasn’t about being straight or gay anymore. It was about submission, about exploring his own limits, about letting go of the rules.
Eventually, he posted an anonymous review on the site:
“I bought one to explore. I’ve since bought five. Each one changed the way I feel about my body, about pleasure. I wear them everywhere. Sometimes I even hope someone notices.”
What had started as a curiosity had become a lifestyle.
And Ethan wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
Part 2: Plugged and Owned
Ethan had been wearing his Ass Sparks plug suit for weeks now. Every day he grew bolder—grocery runs, gym visits, even under his office slacks. The constant fullness kept him slightly aroused, slightly desperate. And that desperation started to show.
People noticed. The way he squirmed in his seat. The way he sometimes bit his lip. But no one said anything… until her.
Her name was Marina—a fiery, confident yoga instructor he met during a beachside fitness class. She caught him stretching awkwardly in his towel, clearly trying to hide something between his cheeks.
“Cute suit,” she teased, flicking her eyes down to his Lycra-wrapped bulge. “Or is there something else going on down there?”
Ethan froze.
“I… it’s just a swimsuit,” he stammered.
Marina leaned in closer, her smile sultry and knowing. “Sweetheart, I shop Koalaswim too. I know what an Ass Spark looks like when I see one.”
He felt like the wind had been knocked out of him.
But then she whispered, “You’re a dirty little plug boy, aren’t you?”
His jaw dropped.
“I—yes,” he confessed, cheeks flushed. “I’ve just… started exploring. I love how it feels. I haven’t really… done anything with anyone yet.”
She grinned. “Well then, I think it’s time you had a guide.”
That night, Marina invited him back to her beach rental. Her place was bathed in warm amber lights, soft music playing. She told him to undress and keep the plug suit on. Then she walked around him, admiring his body, his trembling legs, the slight shine of lube where the plug glistened under the tight Lycra.
“You’ve trained so well, baby,” she purred, trailing her finger along the strap. “How long have you been wearing it today?”
“About six hours,” Ethan admitted, squirming as her finger grazed the plug’s base.
“Good,” she said, “Then your hole’s ready.”
Before he could speak, she slipped a remote out of her pocket. With a wicked smile, she clicked it—and the plug inside him came to life.
Ethan gasped, knees buckling as vibrations pulsed through him. His entire body went hot, his cock tenting against the fabric in a helpless twitch. Marina grabbed his chin, making him look at her.
“No touching yourself,” she ordered. “You’re mine now. My plug toy. You cum when I say, not when you want.”
She bent him over the back of the couch, one hand on his hips as she turned up the vibration. She watched with delight as he whimpered and shook.
“You know what I love, Ethan? A man who looks so tough… but melts when he’s filled. A man who wears a plug in public because he needs to feel taken. That’s you, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “God, yes, I love it—I love being plugged…”
“Good,” she whispered. “Because this is just the beginning.”
Marina didn’t just accept his kinks—she owned them.
She started bringing him new suits: Ass Sparks with bigger plugs, dual-insertion suits, training plugs with stretch rings, even hidden tail-style plugs for roleplay. She took pictures of him modeling them around her house—legs spread, plug proudly in place—his cock locked in a chastity cage more and more often.
Eventually, he wasn’t just wearing them in private.
They went to a private beach one evening, and she made him wear a transparent micro G-string with a thick jeweled plug holding the fabric in place. She made him walk, bend over, and pose for her.
She whispered in his ear: “You’re not just some man anymore. You’re my little butt-slut now. My plug princess. And the whole world should know it.”
Ethan never felt so free, so feminine, so freaking turned on in his entire life.
That night, she slid the plug out for the first time in days… only to slide something bigger in.
As his moans filled the room and Marina whispered praises in his ear, Ethan realized he didn’t just like plugs. He needed them. Craved them. And with Marina guiding him, there were no limits to how far he’d go.
Because now he wasn’t just wearing Ass Sparks…
He was owned by them.