The Big “O”

On December 21st, at 2:30 pm, Matt got hit by a Chevy Suburban, and paralyzed.

Matt was 48 at the time, and was enjoying life to the fullest. Then one day while running a short errand on his one year old Buell City Cross motorcycle, a road-rage driver ran Matt over, rolling a five thousand pound vehicle's wheels over his back, destroying his spinal cord, breaking all his ribs, and pushing them through his lungs.

Not good.

But somehow Matt survived almost a year in various hospitals, rehab centers, and nursing homes. Matt came home in a wheelchair, his electrical system forever shorted out, like an old Morris Minor with a shot wiring harness. Picture turning on the windshield wipers, and the all the lights turn on. Even the inside dome light.

Even before this happened, Matt was an orgasm addict. As his wife found out, certain items Matt wore during sex could coax a screaming orgasm from her. She didn't care if he was in his workshop all night, since she would be rewarded with a morning boner the size of a log. Not anymore.

The accident caused crazy stuff to happen, the most annoying were neuropathic boners at the least opportune time. Like dinner in a close relatives house "No, think I'll just sit here for a while, let things settle." Ahem.

His normal sized six inch penis, unhindered by the bounds of tendons, ganglia, and other stuff, was now a huge purple dick. It didn't respond to thoughts of sex, pictures, or pornography. Just touch. The more you touched it, the bigger it got.

Because of Matt's neuropathic bladder, bowels and penis, he was given a new urologist. One who could give a corpse a boner. She was a beautiful Ukrainian woman that both Matt and she knew within a few minutes of meeting each other, it was on. The doctor made it a point to put matt "in the stirrups" and run a camera through Matt's dick, into his bladder. Of course the unexplainable happened, and Matt gave his doctor a new meaning of "the color purple."

A few months later, Matt had another appointment with urology. Matt thought he overheard heated conversations from the next office, as PA's and RN's argued who would get to do the pending endoscope procedure on Matt. A very pretty PA got the nod, and was rewarded with another huge purple surprise.

The small window on the door to the endoscopy room was filled with nurses faces pressed up against the glass, trying to get a peek at the purplish heavy member, sticking out at a 25 degree angle with an endoscope cable sticking out of it. News traveled fast in the Urology Department.

It was about a year later, Matt knew he could have multiple orgasms. With just a little vibration, from an old scalp massager, Matt's eyes would roll up in his head, instant huge body orgasms. Even after removing the massager, he would go on, for sometimes a minute or so. It was very addicting. And tiring.

But Matt had to have more. Bigger orgasms, ones that last for thirty seconds! Or all day, as Matt would soon find out. Since Matt's wife worked, he had the house, and his workshop to himself.

Being alone, he studied the designs of various male pleasure devices, and took the best from each one. He picked and chose what to incorporate for a sustainable orgasm, caused by overstimulation of the nervous system, microvolts in a pulse would be the answer. He had to use electrical stimulation, in order to reach the pleasure neurons firing off. The Extended Orgasm Machine.

After a week of toiling for long hours in the workshop, the result was a rather oversize wooden shoebox, with belts that attached to a harness, and a long power cord.

On one end Matt fashioned big hole, with a thick silicon membrane covering it. Inside was a powerful suction device, and a conductive rubber section, that staged the microvolts in a raising microvolt scale, forming a "pulse." Also stiff camel hair brushes, rotating at an exact 86 RPM. Three rows, along with another electrical microvolt conductive rubber pads.

Also installed were backup lithium oxide batteries, for power outages. Also a counter of how many orgasms, by reading the contraction of muscle tissue from sensors on the pudendum. A wire got stuck to that. It needed a harness, for hands free cumming. Matt fashioned one, out of a military Alice pack, with straps on his thighs, and over his shoulders.

A big polished copper rivet head was positioned under the entrance hole. That was the negative ground. Also, the hole into the orgasm machine proved to be too small, as we'll see later. The machine took it all in, the whole package.

One evening, after dark when everyone had gone to sleep, Matt got out the O machine. It was lubed and plugged in. Ozone filled the air, as all the electrical motors and conductive rubber pads came on line. Matt put on the harness, and squeezed his big fat package against the hole. I

And waited.

Matt's stuff was sucked into the box, sucked down hard, right to the pelvic bone. At first, Matt wondered if the damn thing worked, and was immediately rewarded with a convulsive orgasm, so strong that it brought Matt to his knees. And didn't stop. It was one in the morning. Matt flopped around the workshop floor, like a flounder, a rag between his teeth, biting down hard, with every orgasmic pulse from the machine.

He had kept in his wheelchair for only about five big orgasms, the last one straightened him out like a 2x4. Thankfully, the pulses were timed at one minute apart, giving him time to recover. A little. it was midnight.

Three o'clock rolled by. Matt is now sitting on the floor, with his back to the workbench. The machine gave out another strong orgasm. This had to end. Matt yanked the power cord out of the outlet, and forgot about the backup batteries whose life expectancy was 8 hours. The 48 volt system kicked in, and the machine's functions re-set into back up mode. It started all over again, albeit slower.

A large puddle of drool formed on Matt's pajama tops, as another electrically induced orgasm made Matt's glutes flex, along with his dick heaving another load of cum that got sucked into a pump, and squirted out of the left side on the wooden box, into a Hefty bag. About a quart of jizz filled the bottom of the bag.

Matt had passed out once, and woke up laying on his side, with the straps holding the O machine against Matt's body. Matt took a sip of water from a repurposed orange juice bottle. Another big one. Matt thought to himself each new orgasm was more powerful than the last one. He looked at the top of the machine. The counter read one twenty six.

Down deep, Matt loved the orgasms, alone with his creation. It was going full tilt on his sex organs, on so many levels. He had never felt so horny and huge. Each minute passed another dry full body orgasm, stronger than the last one hit him. Matt was reduced to a drooling hip bucking animal, with the IQ of a rutting horse. Another one. Wow, things were getting tight, in the over stimulated organ department.

Light was peeking over the horizon, as Matt tried unsuccessfully to detach himself from the Big O machine. Seems he had made the hole too small that his package got sucked into. Now, from the powerful suction, and stimulation Matt's "Package" was huge. One testicle wouldn't even slide though the hole, still adorned with silicone lips.

At five thirty in the morning, the machine wasn't slowing down. The lube pump went dry, so Matt substituted Goop hand cleaner in the lube tank. Thank god for that lube. Another BIG one. Now they didn't stop, one huge, convulsing body orgasm after the other. Matt's hips were bucking on automatic, his head laying on the floor with his mouth open, babbling incoherently. He was in sexual Nirvana. In another place, outside of this universe.

Then his wife walked in the workshop. Aware of what was going on, she left him there until mid-morning. When she returned, Matt had sawed the box in half, and was trying to squeeze a testicle the size of an orange, out of the entrance port.

Matt had to wear that board around the house all day, until his organs returned to normal. Still, his "Package" was no worse the wear. On the next one, Matt considered an on/off switch. His engorged organs hung down his thighs. "This is a good look for me" Matt rationalized.