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I truly believe my cock is very intuitive, the night before getting my PA it tried to invert into a vagina, and the first morning after my piercing, my morning glory was not the usual Die Hard, “Yippee-ki-ya, Motherfucker” hardon. But this morning, the second morning, my hardon woke me up to the feeling of the piercing stretching around the metal and blood dripping down the side of my hip, luckily being caught in my man diaper…

But let’s go back to the beginning. It was Jim Ferro in this Raw Fuck Club film that made me decide I needed a Prince Albert. I had thought about it, been told numerous times from bottoms how hot I’d be with it, but it wasn’t till I saw this film and how FKIN sexy Jim looked that I realized just how FKIN KICKASS I would look like with one. A huge beast, covered from head to feet in hard brawny muscles, a thick sea of hair and ink. (need to work on the ink next…) With two huge metal rings dangling from my imposing pecs, jutting out of my hefty nipples… AND an engorged pumped veiny monster cock with a just as monstrous thick metal ring dangling from it!

Cut to several years later and the idea had become an obsession but I had to be able to afford time off work to get it done. Meaning, to not have to fuck for at least a month, maybe more, hopefully, less. This was the hard part. But at the end of 2019 after fucking like a mother fucker for the last 12 months (Like even more, however unbelievable, than how I had been since 2010 when I became a sex worker and started relentlessly destroying men’s fuck holes on film and giving clients the fuck of their lives!) saving money and making heaps of content for my website I was at a sexual position do get it done. So as soon as I returned home I called the Piercing HQ and made the first available appointment for the 8th January 2020 to get my Prince Albert. I was referred to HQ by several guys whose opinion I trusted and who’s PA’s I had seen and looked awesome.

On the day of the 8th, I drove to their building along with my boy Bruiser, who was getting his nipples done. A couple that pierces together, stays together! He went first and, as I knew it would be, it was effortless. The boy likes pain. I, on the other hand, have a phobia of anything medical, especially needles. Ironic seeming I inject them into myself multiple times a week when taking steroids or even into my cock when using Caverject or Tri/Quad Mix. But in these cases, my vanity, or mental health, whichever way you wish to look at it, outweighs my fear. This doesn’t stop me from always looking away when a nurse has to take my blood or a tattoo artist is drawing a masterpiece on my skin. It was fun to finally watch the piercer, Paulus was his name, pierce Bruiser’s nipples. It gave me a better idea of what was about to happen to my cock. He like many before said doing my cock would hurt less than when I had my nipples done. Physically they were all right. Psychologically they were all wrong.

So Paulus places a tube into the shaft of my cock and moves it down the shaft till he reaches where he’s going to make the piercing, decided by the number of veins located in my cock, my foreskin and the knowledge that a 00 gauge was the end goal. I get why he asked if I like sounding and was slightly upset when I said no. I tried sounding once and it didn’t do a thing for me. I actually hate having things shoved into the head of my cock so this was already really uncomfortable for me. I, of course, looked away before any material actually touched my skin. So it wasn’t till Paulus said, “Ok, take a big breath in.” that I knew judgment day had arrived! The actual piercing was painful but instantaneous, like a painful sting that was gone as quick as it appears. I can honestly say it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It didn’t stop me from breaking out in a sweat and momentarily passing out. Something I didn’t even know till Bruiser told me on the way home, that people were talking to me and I wasn’t responding, which I have no recollection of.

Once home the only issue was taking a piss and pissing blood everywhere. This subsided over the remaining day and by the next morning when I pissed there was no blood, it just burnt like a mother fucker cause I hadn’t drunk any water all night. But I hadn’t actually pulled back my foreskin to have a good look at the piercing, you know to check that there was nothing wrong, like puss, or I don’t know what? So I pulled it back and saw that the piercing was clean… but then I started bleeding profusely again and didn’t stop all day. I started drinking heaps of water which made me piss heaps but Paulus did tell me pissing was 80% of my aftercare so I should drink loads of water and piss heaps which I am, doing both. And soaking it in warm saltwater.

At this point that’s about all there is to report other than, thank god for these adult men diapers, which I posted up online and was shocked at the huge feedback I got. I had tapped into a whole new fetish accidentally.

Just took another piss and there was no blood but I didn’t pull my foreskin back. Will probably have to soon and give it a good wash as it’s smelling ripe. Not in a bad way but in that way where I intentionally don’t wash it thoroughly for a day or two so that when a bloke pulls it outta my pants not only is he shocked at how huge and mean it looks but he’s also hit with how ripe it stinks. Love that. Not into dick cheese but definitely into ripe cock… urgh I better stop writing now before I give myself a hardon…


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