The Two Week Update and Other Random News

Two weeks ago right now, Thumper was sitting on my, oh wait, nevermind, he writes about that stuff so much better than me.

Anyway, in about an hour it will have been two weeks since the needle went through my dick forever changing the direction I pee. As you know from reading this, my first few days seemed to have been much worse than others, mainly Thumper’s, but, l seemed to have healed faster too, although I most likely kept my hands as well as other’s away from it longer too.

A few days ago I honestly stopped even realizing it was there (until visiting the loo) and at that point I started being a bit more aggressive with it, touching, tugging, and, well, climaxing multiple times. It’s been multiple loads of fun.

At the two week mark there is no sensitivity, no redness, and no more burning but I am still keeping a close eye out for all of those things as I know there is no way it’s completely healed through and through.  Courteney, the piercer, told me that by going with a bigger gauge that it would heal faster, and, although I immediately called hogwash on that because it did not make sense to me that a larger wound would heal faster, she told the truth and I take back all the poppycocks I threw her way. It still fascinates me, so if anyone medical or sciencey knows why, please enlighten me.

I will still be careful because I see Thumpie in about 15 days (who’s counting though, ha) and I am going to make very sure he is rewarded for being such a great hand holder and genuine friend and good guy during the blood in the aisle of Walgreens hour. We are also going to change my jewelry to a 6ga ring which I cannot wait to get.

For those I have talked with who were watching me to see about getting their own done, I say do it. Mine is different that I expected and I felt weird about being a 44 year old man and doing something radical like that, but I have ZERO regrets and from what I can tell thus far, the amazing feelings it provides are and will be incredible.

So, all this said, this will likely be the last healing update unless I do something stupid and hurt myself, but, since I am going to the in-laws tomorrow, the kind of hurt myself plan that is in my head has more to do with jumping out windows and less about tugging too hard.

In other news, I had lunch yesterday with a straight female friend who already knew about Thumper’s boyfriend status and Axel’s encouragement of it, so, me being this new open me, I gave her the link to this blog and the rabbit’s. She’s not prudish in any way, but this morning I had the “WTF did I do?” moment, but decided I did not care.  So, if you are reading this _______, I assume we have next week’s coffee topic picked out, huh?

Also, you may have seen on Twitter that Belle gave him a great quote about how she feels about he and I, and I shared that with Axel who said something eloquent like “Yup. Brilliantly smart woman”.  So, that’s made me (and I assume Thump, smile since). It’s just nice to feel so supported. Axel and I have eight hours together in my truck tomorrow, so I am sure the topic will come up more too 🙂

Finally, I thought that perhaps writing about my penis on Christmas Eve would feel odd, but, nope. It’s just as the world needs it to be which is just fucking great, right?

That said, Happy Christmas to ALL.  Be well, my friends.

The Death of Mr. Winkie

“Mr. Winkie must die”. The sorta-phrase heard all day yesterday in various forms from Axel and Thumper.

Evidently, neither liked the fact that in the previous post about my one week of healing that I referred to my penis as “Mr. Winkie”.

It’s “not sexy”, they say. “You’re a grown man”, they say. Yadda. Yadda. Yadda, they say.

Actually, the bigger thought was that such items should not have names. I find that sad, but also see a point, so in an effort to be a better husband and boyfriend to the boyfriend and husband, I have vowed that my penis will no longer be referred to by any name other than cock, penis, dick, or monster, you know, all the technical terms. In my defense, it’s not like I would saddle up behind either and say something like “get ready for Mr. Winkie”, but, I do see their point and I will do my best to make sure that it shall no longer be named.

While this post has absolutely nothing to do with chastity, sex, or anything kinky (damn me and my vow as I have now I missed my chance since that rhymes so well with Winkie), I laughed all day about how these two men who have not (yet) met both picked up on the same thing and both gave me hell about it in the same snippy, yet endearingly sarcastic ways. Actually, it was an unintentional threeway of sorts as they also each added in there that I tend to give inanimate objects a gender assignment and that it should stop as well. This was just once, after recently referring to my truck as a “he” and they thought that was a bit silly too. So, I will kill Winkie, but not sure my truck will understand just yet.

I kid, of course, as it was more just fun for me to see that they both freakishly united in this “request” at almost the exact time and in the almost exact way.  Just odd.  (as an FYI, Axel does not read the blog, but I have sent him the PA updates as he has a vested interest and wants to know those)

In addition, while I am writing about nothing in particular, I want to give an update on Axel as I am not sure I painted a fair picture of him last weekend when I arrived home with my freshly poked Mr., errrr, cock. A few of you have told me that you felt sorry for me over his reaction and that he could have reacted better, been more excited, and such. For those who said that, I agree 100 percent. He should have. But, there were many things about my arrival home and the weekend that I could have done better too, so in this case,  it truly is what it is or, well, was what it was. As a bit of background too, Axel’s workload almost quadruples in December and he’s working more hours than me without the benefit of the occasional first class seat and kettle one and cranberry. Stress levels are high this month and always have been, so I really should have known better than to expect much more. In fact, one of the reasons I chose to have myself modified in December was due to the fact that intimacy, kink, control, and any of the other fun words that belong in that sentence are quite improbable during these weeks, so it made for a good time to temporarily render oneself impotent so that I’d be back and roaring when Axel wakes up from his much needed nap a few days after Christmas (after we return from his family and I wake up from the self medicated induced coma I typically have to put myself in for survival too).

I am in Los Angeles tonight and will be heading home for almost three solid weeks tomorrow and have promised him he can touch the steely cock as much as he wants, now that doing so will not send me through the ceiling in pain like it would have this time last week. While I intend to stay in my half self imposed/half healing imposed state of device free chastity for at least another week for the internal healing, the touch is something I have missed dearly and am looking very forward to feeling when I get there.

As a nine day update, I am healing quite well and the burning has slowed, though it is still there at times. Mentally I no longer “think” constantly about my dick, but the new vibrations and sensations are still rather, um, thrilling.

Happy weekend.

Day 4.5 – My Penis Begins to Forgive

Just a quick note for the archives.  Today is all good. There have been a few sensitive issues such as the dog jumping in my lap or me running into things, but, all in all, I am starting to get very used to him being down there because he’s not being nearly the bother that he was over the last few days.

Also, I think my penis is starting to forgive me.  He’s done bleeding for good and during a spirited round of Tumblr looking and then twittering with the Bunny earlier this afternoon, he even peeked his head out of the dark cave he’s been living in since Wednesday and tried really hard to rise to the occasion and say hello.  This, of course, felt like I was being torn in half for a split second, but that went away quickly – as did his attention.

However, I guess baby steps apply even to very adult things.

Last trip of 2014 starts tomorrow for six days, then done.  Happy week everyone.  I’ll occasionally update this subject as needed!