Wednesday 8 August 2012

Piercing Pleasure

Warning: Totally contains nudity.

As many of my close friends know, I love piercings. I adore, admire and amour them. There is just something incredible and captivating about them. It isn't just that they turn me on, but they just seem to peak my interest in the perfect manner.

I digress (as I usually do). As a belated birthday present, Roscoe took us to Tribal Expression to get Prince Alberts together. I have always wanted a PA so naturally I am oh so very enthused. While we wait for the piercer to set up, Roscoe, Johnny and I  are sitting patiently... oh ok, Johnny and I were sitting patiently while Roscoe was fretting. He was super nervous I told him that everything is ok, it is just the usually nervousness before getting a new piercing. He agreed. After a little while, I go in to get the deed done. I drop trow and lay on the with my legs hanging lazily over the edge. I take note of the temperature in the place, as it is warmer than other piercing shops I have been in, which is nice as I am not shivering like a pupsicle. Every other time I am asked "You are shaking quite bad, are you nervous?" and my reply is always "N-no! I am just fucking c-cold!". So the piercer measures the stuff up and gets in position. The receiving tube, the most uncomfortable part, goes down my urethra, and she gets the needle close after explaining "No surprises, you'll know when its happening when I tell you to take a deep breath." She gets grabs my cock which startles me a bit, just enough to make me flinch which then brings the very tip of the needle to lightly prick the skin. This may have been the worst part, it didn't hurt, it was shock, just startling. Right away, the metal is shoved though my cock and into the receiving tube. A lot of guys cringe when they hear or think about this, but to be really honest, it didn't hurt. The worst part of the little bit of shock from the needle grazing me at first.

As the piercer gets up to get the jewelry I stop her to ask "This may be an odd request, but can I snag a picture of the needle in there?" She looks a bit stunned before a smile grin appears and retorts with "Uh, yeah... of course! Go ahead!" I look to Roscoe who then snaps a picture using his iPhone.

The needle sticking out. I think it is a bit shocked due to what happened.

After the picture was grabbed, the piercer goes to put the jewelry in and I don't even feel a thing. Not like when people feel something slight and say the didn't feel a thing... I actually didn't feel a thing. It was easy. the easiest piercing I have got to date.

Time for a related side story? I think so! As I have said, I have always wanted a PA, ever since I knew about them. Back in high school I was bored a home one night and insanely horny, so I decide to give myself one. Yes you read that right. I gave myself a PA. I apparently did it "the way professionals with at least 20 years of experience do it". I took the needle and carefully slide it through the opening slit of my urethra until the proper point without managing to snag the tip on anything, and shoved the needle through the flesh, inside to outside. I took it out after a day, I don't know why. It wasn't getting infected or anything. I really wish I hadn't done so though. Alas, I got it done again so no point in regretting past decisions!

By Thor's hammer, I fucking love this thing. I am SO happy with it!

Thursday 2 August 2012

Low End, High Role

We we all know I am a sub. I like to be on the bottom of the totem pole, right? Well, Roscoe and I changed that the other day. Unbeknownst to the bearpup, I had more in stock than just dying his hair at his request.

Roscoe took some time off when Johnny arrived back in town. He expressed that he wanted to color his hair for the duration of time he had booked off (though it looking like if his work doesn't mind, it will be staying). So the moment we got back to his place, we set to work. We got things all ready and organized. First, we have to bleach his hair. Otherwise, the bright color may not show up, standard practice.

Bearpup with freshly bleached hair.

Next came the coloring. Roscoe LOVES light blue colors so we decided to go with a turquoise color. I used "Splat" which is a dye I have never used before and thus have little knowledge on how it behaves and such. I was told it last longer than the stuff I am used to so we decided to try it, as Culture Craze was out of the dye I usually use. It was VERY liquidy and ran onto the scalp with ease. I did not approve of this and for reason... it stained. I am unhappy with "splat" and probably will not use it again.

Roscoe with the blue dye in the hair.
After waiting for the dye to take hold, he washed it out and then it was time to cut his hair. I did not cut it before hand for a reason (it is hard be be sexual with dye, oops! I foreshadowed!) . Roscoe knew the plans up to this point, but this is where I turned. I grabbed a leather leash I had sneakingly stashed nearby and tied his wrists together with it behind his back before plopping him down on the toilet seat. I grabbed the buzzer and held him close to my chest/stomache and ran the razor along his head. He hasn't seen his hair yet, so the only clue as to the color it is, is from the clippings falling down between our bodies onto the ground. I could not only see Roscoe dripping pre, but I felt it too.

Roscoe with his blue hair. You can see the leather leash used to restrain him. It wasn't tight because it had a nickle clip on it so I wanted him to be able to get out in case it touched his skin.

All the hair clippings. I didn't sweep them up until after because I didn't want to ruin the scene.

After I was finished buzzing the bearpups hair into a nice mohawk, I blindfolded him and gave him a well deserved blow job and milked him the best a could. I think he enjoyed it. He at least says so. It was a fun time and I did enjoy my little bought being in charge.

Bearpup in the midst of the action. This was the only in action shot I could get, as it is hard when your doing everything. Haha.

For those of you who wish to know what Roscoes hair looks like at the end, well here you go! We eventually redyed his hair using Punky Colors, because I wasn't happy with the dye job Splat did.

Roscoe and his fancy dancy new blue mohawk! See that smile? Oh boy does he ever enjoy it!