Tuesday, June 18, 2013, 2:30 pm CDT

Sam came over after lunch. She spotted the girls and asked whether I could step outside.

She said she likes the brick-on-the-testicles run in the country we've talked about, but Dave's apprehensive about running around naked in the country, risking being spotted. She wanted to know whether there was some other exciting thing they could do that wouldn't have Dave taking that risk.

I told her about an idea Tim and I have kicked around for some months but have never tried. I told her it would work like this:

She picks a "drop-off" address about 10 miles west of their house. She then picks three addresses, one 1.5 miles north of the drop-off point, one 1.5 miles west of the drop-off point, and one 1.5 miles south of the drop-off point. The area has rectangular blocks, so there's no way to walk between two points on a diagonal.

She gives Dave the four addresses and a map they're marked on, then, while Dave's penis is limp, she wraps a rubber band tightly around the base and applies a zip tie on top of that, pulling it as tight as she can by hand, then waiting a couple of minutes for the rubber band to contract and tightening the zip tie again.

Dave then pulls up his pants and, fully dressed, they get into the car and drive to the drop-off point. She makes sure he has no tools or house keys with him, then lets him out and drives off. Once out of sight, she rolls a die to determine which of the three addresses away from the drop-off point she will go to. For a 1 or 4, she heads north; for a 2 or 5 she heads west; for a 3 or 6 she heads south, avoiding any route where she's apt to pass him. She then waits three hours at the selected address for him to find her.

If he hasn't found her after three hours, she goes back to the drop-off point and waits for him there.

Now Dave can go to the three addresses in any order he chooses, hoping, of course, to find her at the first address or at least at the second. By the time she drops him off, about 20 minutes will have gone by. If he moves right along at 4 miles an hour, he catches up with her in another 23 minutes if he guesses where she went correctly. If he guesses wrong, the trek to either of the other addresses will take another 45 minutes. If he guesses wrong there and she's at the last address he tries, he'll take another 45 minutes to find her.

So if he guesses right the first time, his penis will be banded for 43 minutes by the time he finds her and she cuts the band off. If he guesses wrong the first time but finds her at the second address he tries, he'll have had the band on for just about an hour and a half. If he guesses wrong twice, he finds her at the third address he tries and gets the band off in about 2 hours and 15 minutes. Alternatively, he can simply wait at the drop-off point, and she'll pick him up there. He'll save himself a lot of walking, but he'll have had the band on for nearly three and a half hours.

If his penis responds to banding as it has in the past, if he guesses right the first time, his penis will be fairly numb by the time the band comes off, but he'll be back to normal in a few hours or less. If he guesses wrong once, his penis is apt to be numb for a week or more. If he guesses wrong twice, his penis is apt to be numb at least two weeks and probably longer. We really don't know, because that's longer than he's ever been banded before, at least as far as I can remember hearing about. And, of course, if he decides to just wait at the drop-off point, we don't know whether his penis will survive. Of course, he could also run straight home. He has no key, but if we're here we could cut the band off for him. At 4 miles an hour, the trip home would take two and a half hours, which, on top of the 20 minutes he had the band on when he was dropped off, comes just short of three hours. Again, we don't know whether his penis would survive that.

Dave can shorten the times by running, but he's not exactly a marathon guy, so I doubt he'd shorten the times by a lot.

Sam says she likes the idea. I don't know whether Dave will or not. I told her she could shorten the distances if he's not willing to take that much risk. Even with a mile's separation, I imagine his heart rate will be high before he even starts walking. Tim has said he'd do it, but there's no real suspense for him, since his penis appears to be permanently numb already. It'll be interesting to see Dave's reaction even if he doesn't want to do it.

Sandi

Tuesday, June 18, 2013, 8:10 am CDT

Mia and I got back from swimming just in time to get ready to go to the restaurant. Tim got home just before Misty came by, so he was a little puzzled when he didn't smell supper cooking. I told him that Misty and Mike had a surprise for him.

Mike was already at the restaurant, so there were only four of us in Misty's car. We didn't tell Tim where we were going, but he recognized the route well before we got to the restaurant. Mike greeted us when we walked in, and DiDi was our server again. I think we're permanently assigned to her, because we always get her. That's fine. She takes good care of us.

Aside from showing Tim a lot of cleavage, she didn't do anything overtly sexual. Having the boss's daughter there put the lid on what she could do, I suppose. (I guess you could call Mia Mike's daughter in a sense. Her biological father has been off the radar screen for years, and Misty is both her half-sister and her legal guardian, though both girls--and sometimes Mike--call Tim and me Dad and Mom. But I'm digressing.) Anyway, the meal was enjoyable. I'd have liked to tell Misty about what we did on vacation, but not with Mia there, so we talked in generalities.

Mike came by the table and pulled up a chair to talk with us for several minutes before going back to attending to business. He apologized for not having the grass mowed when we got back and said he'd come over this morning and do it. Tim told him he appreciated the offer, which led to a discussion of Megan's back-yard jungle and Tim's war with Mother Nature in California.

We were already stuffed when DiDi brought out a Happy Father's Day cake. We each had a sliver and brought the rest home. The meal was free, of course--one of the perks of owning the restaurant--but Misty did leave DiDi a generous tip. By the time we got home it was time to think about bed.

I have both Mia and Emily today, and it looks like I'll have both girls pretty much every Tuesday and Thursday this summer, as both Sarah and David work those days, and they're still not comfortable about leaving Emily with Tyler. Emily says his banishment to the basement is over, but they're not convinced that he won't try to take advantage of his her again. Personally, I think the risk is minimal at this point. The main problem was that they wouldn't believe her when she told them what he was doing originally. Also, I think Emily is now old enough to stand up to him and a lot less naïve, and he knows there will be real consequences if he does anything again. Still, having both girls with me is often easier for me than having just Mia, as they keep each other entertained, which lets me get more housework done.

Tim worked in the bathroom with Lizzie last night almost from the minute we got home from the restaurant. I heard the vacuum cleaner turning on for a minute, then off for a few minutes, then on again, then off again. I think Tim was trying to clear whatever kinks in the arteries may be interfering with erections. It didn't sound like he was having a lot of success, but I went ahead and showered just in case. He finally came out with a firm erection, maintained by the Velcro zip tie, and we had successful intercourse for about an hour before he was too exhausted to continue. We fell asleep cuddling.

This morning we dressed for breakfast, because we knew the girls would be coming, so I got only a quick glance at his penis. The bruising is still visible but not dramatic anymore.

I hear a car pulling into the driveway. It sounds like Mike has arrived to mow. Gotta go.

Sandi

Monday, June 17, 2013, 7:55 am CDT

This morning I felt like throwing a pillow at the alarm clock. Vacation's over, and Tim's back at work. It's probably harder on him.

He used Lizzie to get an erection, and we began intercourse, but apparently he didn't have the Velcro zip tie tight enough, because he lost his erection and had to use Lizzie again. By the time he was ready again, my vagina was dry again and I was more in the mood for sleep than sex. He started foreplay over, but gave up after ten minutes or so. We ended up just giving each other back rubs. I'm sure Tim was disappointed, but at least he knows he can get erections with Lizzie, and that gives him hope that eventually he'll get them without mechanical help.

Given the failure last night, I thought Tim would be especially horny this morning, but my boobs got only token attention at breakfast. I suppose he was worrying about what he'd find at work after two weeks' absence.

Misty brought Mia by just after Tim left, and she's playing with Ralph right now. Tim and I let Ralph into our bedroom after we gave up on sex, and we went to sleep with him curled up on the foot of the bed between Tim's legs and mine. This morning he was still there, though I imagine he was off exploring during at least part of the time during the night.

When Misty dropped Mia off, she said not to fix supper tonight, because she and Mike wanted to treat us to a belated Father's Day supper at their restaurant. She said they'd have liked to do it on Father's Day, but she knew we'd be too tired after traveling all day, and besides, the restaurant was packed yesterday. It's really a guy-oriented place with its D-cup scantily clad waitresses, so although Mother's Day was a bust (no pun intended), Father's Day saw people standing outside waiting for a table. Misty said the girls toned down the sexiness, because there were a lot of kids there. They also pretended not to recognize some of the regular customers, because they were there with their families. She found the whole thing rather funny.

Anyway, when Misty comes to pick Mia up this evening, she'll pick us all up, and she'll wait for Tim if she gets here before he's home.

This morning I've got laundry from the trip to do, and I want to wash the sheets, too. They've been on the bed for two weeks, and I want to freshen them up. Then after lunch, I've promised to take Mia swimming. She's dying to show me how she looks in her bikini now that she's got the boobs for it.

Sandi

Sunday, June 16, 2013, 10:18 pm CDT

It's been a long day, accomplishing nothing but travel. It's good to be back home, though.

This morning, we were up before dawn and dressed before breakfast. We gave Megan and Donny hugs and were out the door. The sky was just beginning to get light when we finished checking in the rental car. The flight was uneventful--just long. The time-zone change made it seem even longer, as we lost two hours. We'll be starting jet lag all over again.

Misty and Mia were there waiting for us at O'Hare. Mia said she wanted to bring Ralph along to greet us but Misty said no. Ralph was at our house when we got there, though. I invited the girls in, but Misty said she had things to do at home. We made arrangements for Misty to drop Mia off here tomorrow morning with her bikini and beach towel. I warned her I'd have housework to catch up on, so we wouldn't be swimming all day.

Almost before they left, Tim was in the bathroom with Lizzie and the vacuum cleaner. He came out smiling but with his pants zipped. "Success?" I asked.

"Looks like I'll need the Velcro again, but, yeah," he said.

Sue, if you're reading this, I told Tim about your interest in using the "brick" idea with your hubby. He said he'd like to do that again before the summer's over. It sounds like you two enjoy some of the same things we do. Let us know what you're up to. We could use some fresh ideas.

By our body clocks, it's just a little after 8:00, but local time has it after 10:00, and tomorrow Tim's back to work, so I suppose we'd better head to bed. Besides, Tim's standing here dangling a Velcro zip tie, and I notice that he left Lizzie and the vacuum out, so it looks like sleep may be an hour or more away even if we go to bed now. Jet lag's going to be a killer in the morning, but I'm ready for a little roll in the hay anyway.

Sandi

Thanks for the rope attachment explanation. I was a little unsure if I needed a special knot but was sure that a slip knot was out. Attaching the brick is easy. Time will tell how brave David is and if he will do this challenge for me. David wears a cb now but likes a little cbt now and then. I enjoy it too. He has allowed me to cuckold him with 2 fb's so far. We will se where this goes. Thanks again for your blog and help.

Sue

Originally Posted by C&TL2745

Saturday, June 15, 3013, 9:35 pm PDT
Sue, sorry I didn't spot your question about how to attach the brick earlier. Just tie a rope around his scrotum above his testicles, then tie the brick to the rope. If it's chilly out, you may need to stretch his scrotum to get the testicles down far enough to get the rope above them.

Don't tie so tightly that you cut off circulation, though. Just tight enough to trap the testicles below the rope.

We're packed and ready to go right after breakfast in the morning. Tim's getting impatient for me to join him in bed. Better go.

Sandi

Saturday, June 15, 3013, 9:35 pm PDT
Sue, sorry I didn't spot your question about how to attach the brick earlier. Just tie a rope around his scrotum above his testicles, then tie the brick to the rope. If it's chilly out, you may need to stretch his scrotum to get the testicles down far enough to get the rope above them.

Don't tie so tightly that you cut off circulation, though. Just tight enough to trap the testicles below the rope.

We're packed and ready to go right after breakfast in the morning. Tim's getting impatient for me to join him in bed. Better go.

Sandi

Saturday, June 15, 2013, 12:23 pm PDT

Misty called yesterday to ask whether she could pick up some DVDs from our house. Mia and Emily were having a sleep-over, and Mia remembered some movies she wanted to watch. I told her that was fine with us. She called back later to tell us everything was fine at the house, but the yard looked too wet for Mike to mow, and more rain was predicted for today, so the grass might not be mowed when we get home after all. She said the grass had gone nuts with all the recent rain, but she didn't think we'd need a machete to get in the front door. She's planning to pick us up at O'Hare tomorrow when we get back.

Dan came over yesterday after lunch and worked on résumés for a while, printed a few on Megan's printer, and then gave Tim a hand working in the back-yard wilderness. There's no way that they can tame it all, but it does look a lot better than it did when we arrived. We invited Dan to stay for dinner, but he said he'd promised to take Alicia out to dinner. He left around 4:00, but Tim continued working until we called him in for dinner.

After dinner, Megan thanked Tim for his hard work and asked whether she could pay him for what he's done. Tim said he would like a little playtime, so we had him undress and tied him to the bed with his arms and legs outstretched. Then we undressed and took turns beating his testicles until his wrists were good and sore from struggling. When we untied him, he immediately curled up in a ball, holding his testicles and whimpering. It didn't do any good, of course, but he feels compelled to do it.

Afterward, he thanked us. By then we figured it was late enough that there was little point in getting dressed again. We made popcorn and sat around in the buff watching an old movie from one of Megan's DVDs. Tim seemed to be paying more attention to the naked women in the room than to the movie, and when we went to bed, he was ready to make love. His penis, however, wasn't up to the challenge yet, so we just petted. He asked whether I was satisfied with the orgasms he gives me with his hands. I told him it is good to feel him inside me, but the orgasms are just as pleasurable when they come from his hands, and really, I like the intimacy as much as the sex itself, anyway. I just wish there were some way I could give him sexual pleasure. He insisted that he gets pleasure from watching me respond to his touch, and he finds it exciting to play with my lady parts. He said it reminds him that not everyone has a penis and that he could really lose his some day.

It didn't cure his horniness, though. He woke up this morning wanting a replay. I wasn't really into it, but I felt I owed it to him. We were still petting when Megan knocked on our bedroom door to tell us breakfast was ready. Donny came to breakfast sporting an erection, but Tim's penis still wasn't able to do much more than puff up a little. At least the bruise continues to shrink and fade. The really black-and-blue area is now just about half an inch wide around where the ropes were.

This will probably be my last blog entry until we get back home, as we need to be at the airport early tomorrow. It's been an enjoyable break in the routine, but I'm ready to get back home.

Sandi

Friday, June 14, 2013, 8:01am PDT

Originally Posted by Suebrogan

My question is above in the title area. Sorry to have placed it in the wrong place. This brick idea sounds like something hubby might enjoy as a challenge. Thanks.

We love your daily updates.

Sue

Thanks, Sue. Donny and Tim have both found the game exciting if not downright terrifying, and Sam has been thinking about doing it with Dave. If you decide to do it, let us know what happened, okay? For that matter, I'd love to hear about any adventures you and your hubby have. It might give me some fresh ideas for things to do with Tim.

This morning we woke up with sticky sheets. I take that as a good sign, even though it means washing the sheets we just washed yesterday. I asked Tim last night what he thought was the problem with getting erections now, because I couldn't see that there was any real structural damage to his penis.

"It has a mind of its own," he said. "I can't tell it to get hard the way you can tell your finger to wiggle. Before, when it wasn't numb, physical stimulation helped get it going, and I can think erotic thoughts, but whether it responds or not is its decision, not mine."

I asked whether he thought it would help if Megan and I tied him up and beat his testicles. He grinned and said it was worth a try, but it sound like he's as puzzled as I am. Maybe there's subtle internal damage we can't see or feel. The bruise has continued to get smaller and lighter in color. At this rate, it should be hardly noticeable by the time we go home. I'm hoping he'll be having erections again by then. He does, however, do his best to keep me satisfied.

I asked whether his wet dream included anybody I know. He said he doesn't even remember the dream. That's a shame. Judging by the volume of semen, I'd guess it was really erotic. Thinking about it might be good for an erection if he could remember it.

Dan called last night to ask whether he could hang out with us again today while Alicia's at work. He said he has no interviews lined up for today, and he could use some help writing "targeted" résumés. He should be here shortly. He said he's back with Alicia, and it looks like he'll be staying with her for the foreseeable future. They seem to have hit it off well.

Megan and I plan to get to the grocery store as soon as I get off the computer. Tim is hoping Dan can give him a hand with yard work. He wishes he had his "saws all", as he'd like to neaten up the jungle in Megan's back yard a little, and the tools she and Donny have would mean doing it the hard way. She has a lot of land, and I doubt that anyone has set foot in much of it in years, if ever. Megan says she's never had the ambition to do anything with it, but if Tim gets off on working on it, more power to him. I don't know whether Dan's into yard work, but for the sake of alleviating boredom, he might give Tim a hand.

Sandi

My question is above in the title area. Sorry to have placed it in the wrong place. This brick idea sounds like something hubby might enjoy as a challenge. Thanks.

We love your daily updates.

Sue

Originally Posted by C&TL2745

Mia and I made cookies today. She likes to make sugar cookies, because she gets to decorate those. She was still here when Megan and Donny got back, but they waited to tell about their adventure until after Misty picked her up. It took them half an hour to tell it, and I think I got the details straight. I'll be interweaving their two accounts here.

Megan dropped Donny off at the intersection of two gravel roads, naked except for shoes and sox, with a practice golf ball tied in his mouth for a gag, his arms handcuffed behind him, and the brick tied to his testicles. She told him she'd wait half an hour at the next intersection, a mile down the road to the east. If he didn't show up in half an hour, shed drive a mile further and wait an hour. If he still didn't show up, she'd go another mile and wait two hours. If he still hadn't shown up, she'd come looking for him. If it started to rain--rain was in the forecast but didn't come until they were done--she'd come looking for him when it started.

Donny started down the road after her, but within half a mile, he encountered a growling dog who seemed to think he owned that stretch of road. Donny wasn't inclined to challenge the dog with his hands behind his back and an erect penis sticking out as an inviting target for the dog's jaws, so he retreated. He knew there was a gravel road every mile, so he went back to where Megan had dropped him off and headed north, then east at the next road, and south at the next, which took him to where Megan was going to wait. By the time he got there, of course Megan was long gone, because half an hour didn't allow for walking nearly four miles, especially with a brick tied to his testicles. Besides, he'd been slowed down by having to duck into corn fields three times due to passing cars.

He caught up with her at the next intersection to the east just as she was about to move the car another mile. She'd waited an extra quarter hour; otherwise, he'd have had another mile to go, and the next crossroad would have been a highway.

She saw him coming and walked up the road a ways to meet him. She untied the brick but left the rope attached to his testicles, then led him by the rope like a dog on a leash to the back of the car. After he ordeal, Donny's testicles were sore from the bouncing brick, and his thighs were badly bruised. They went back to Donny's house, took a bath together, and went to bed.

I think I got all of that right. As I said, they took half an hour to tell it, so I may have gotten some details scrambled. Donny says his thighs are still sore, but I don't think he regrets the adventure one bit. He and Tim are in the living room talking with each other. I hear some laughing, so I imagine they're swapping stories about games with bricks.

Sandi

Thursday, June 13, 2013, 8:31 am PDT

I got a call from Misty just as we were waking up this morning telling me not to worry if I'd heard news reports of bad weather back home. She said Mike had gone over to our house last night after the restaurant closed to be sure everything was okay. I guess they had high winds, hail, tornadoes, and flooding in the general area, cancelled flights at O'Hare, and a scrubbed White Sox game. I told her I hadn't heard about any of that, but I appreciated their checking on the house for us. I asked how they were, and she said Mia's getting bored sitting home alone all day, but they've promised her that she and Emily can have a sleep-over Friday night. Ralph is doing okay without us. Mike plans to mow our lawn this weekend. We didn't talk long, as she was calling from work and had a lot to do.

After the phone call, I went back to bed to cuddle with Tim for half an hour or so until we heard Megan and Donny moving around. I checked Tim's penis. The bruise is beginning to fade, but I haven't seen any erections so far. As far as I can tell, the damage appears to be just relatively superficial skin bruising rather than crushed internal structures of his penis, so I'm not sure why he would be having trouble getting erections. It's not for lack of horniness. He gave me another tongue job last night, and Megan's and my boobs got a lot of attention from both of the boys at breakfast this morning.

There's not much to say about yesterday. Megan and I did more laundry and house cleaning while Tim did more yard work. Donny teased us last night about frittering away our vacation, but we aren't too enthused with playing tourist. It's a change of pace and a chance to be with my brother and some good friends, and that's a pretty good deal from my perspective.

Sandi

Wednesday, June 12, 2013, 7:40 am PDT

Well, I got my toes wet in the Pacific yesterday. We were at the beach until about 4:30 pm, then headed back, because Dan was to be at Alicia's around 5:00. He'd spent the night before with Jenny, and Tim asked if he felt a little like the male black widow spider having sex with her, as she's a good nine inches taller than he is and probably significantly outweighs him. "I like her," he said. "You don't have to guess what she's feeling or wanting. She comes right out with it, and she wasn't shy about saying she wanted sex. It was a bit odd, though. Standing next to her, my mouth was about at the level of her nipples. I kind of felt like I was about to have sex with my mother, you know? I mean, not only the height difference, but she's like fifteen years older than I am. But she's good in bed."

I asked him which of the girls he liked best.

"Alicia," he said. "Definitely Alicia. I think we might have a future together. And she's closer to my age. I mean Mandy's even older than Jenny. She's literally old enough to be my mother. But they're all nice. No beating around the bush with any of them about sex, either. That's refreshing. Never dated girls like that before."

I told him about Misty and Mia calling Tim and me Dad and Mom. "I can see why the age difference matters to you," I said, "but it probably doesn't matter that much to them."

Megan and I didn't feel much like cooking when we got home, so we sent Tim to Little Caesar's for pizza. She and I talked until bedtime. Tim sat listening politely for a while, but I think he was getting bored with girl talk. He ended up channel-surfing the TV before long.

He and I showered together, and he had no problem with my washing his genitals for him. The bruise is still plainly evident on his penis, but it's now pretty much all confined to the numb area. There's some discoloration toward the end of his penis and up a little way on his abdomen, but the real black-and-blue area is now just maybe three quarters of an inch wide and right around where the rope was. I couldn't feel any swelling, and I couldn't feel a dent, but although his penis was inflated, it wasn't stiff enough for intercourse. We made love--I squeezed his testicles and he licked my clitoris.

We didn't hear Donny come home from work, but he was there for breakfast. He and Megan have adopted our custom of having breakfast in the nude, but for some reason he seems shy about letting me see that he has an erection. It's not like I never played with his penis before. For that matter, seeing me naked when we were kids gave him his first erection. But maybe an erection at breakfast with two women and another guy makes him feel weird, even if, or maybe especially if, one of the women is his sister. I played with Tim's penis with my toes under the table. Still no erection, but he seemed to enjoy what i was doing.

I'm not sure what we'll be doing today. We haven't made any plans. But sometimes it's nice not to have plans. I think they call that vacation.

Sandi

Hash..you mentioned that you were concerned that she didn't close off your peehole.....Is it closed off now?? I love your Urologist..I want one like her..Mine is an old guy..Ugh..smooches Jackie

Tuesday, June 11, 2013, 11:21 am PDT

Originally Posted by Hash

....I saw my urologist and had the catheter removed. She said, "It looks really good, I think you're going to like what I've done. You'll be pretty smooth now."....She finally told me that she wanted to see me next week.

And I assume that you'll be trying to talk her into doing some more cutting? Hope you get your wish.

Dan came over just before Donny left for work. The girls have all gone to work, so he wanted to hang out with Megan and Tim and me. We're about to head out for a fast-food lunch and then on to the beach. It's still a little cool for bathing attire (72 degrees by Megan's thermometer), but I do want to be able to say I dipped my toe in the Pacific when I get back home.

Dan wanted to take another look at Tim's penis. Megan asked whether he'd like a similar experience. "No thanks," he said. "I think I'll keep my equipment intact. I'm having too much fun with it." Apparently the girls are taking advantage of him--or vice versa.

I asked him how the job hunting was going. He said the trip down to San Diego ended with a "don't call us; we'll call you." He says the job there was interesting, but his qualifications for it were weak. He has another interview lined up for tomorrow. That one will be closer to this area, and I think he'd like to find one that lets him stay around here. I imagine the free sex might have something to do with that.

Sandi

Danced around naked? Tim is such a fortunate soul. Too bad you didn't get it on tape or dvd, but then it would take away from the fantasy. As for Tim's penis, I think he got what he wanted, but he's going to need time to heal. Tim's now Mr. Softee. As for me, I saw my urologist and had the catheter removed. She said, "It looks really good, I think you're going to like what I've done. You'll be pretty smooth now." She cut into my penis and made the reroute (perineal urethrostomy) bigger, plus she cut off most of my scrotum. I'm not sure if she was referring to both, but she seems quite proud of her work. She finally told me that she wanted to see me next week.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013, 8:20 am PDT

The swelling in Tim's penis was essentially gone by last night, and although I can convince myself that there's a dent where the rope was, it's nowhere near what I remember from the first strangling. The bruised area is now pretty much all in his penis, though there's a residual purplish gray cast to the part of his abdomen where the bruise extended earlier. He says he has no pain anymore.

So last night, Megan and I did our best to give Tim an erection. The three of us undressed, and Megan and I both played with his penis, danced around naked, and had him play with our lady parts. His penis did inflate, but it was too soft an erection for intercourse. Still, it was better than I recall from this soon after the first strangling. When Donny got home, Megan suggested that Tim and I watch while they had sex, thinking that would help get Tim hornier. It did, but his penis didn't get any stiffer. We ended up with him giving me an orgasm with his hands.

This morning, Donny doesn't have to be at work until 10:00 am, so we all had breakfast in the nude. Donny had a solid erection, though he was trying to hide it, but Tim's penis, though partly inflated, was hanging limp. The bruising had faded a little further overnight, however, and although he's probably going to have a scar where the knife cut is, it's healing nicely.

No big plans for the day, but we're thinking of heading to the beach when it warms up a little. It's still a bit chilly at the moment.

Sandi

Monday, June 10, 2013, 12:45m PDT

Dan and Mandy came by yesterday. I remarked that I thought he was staying with Alicia. He just grinned, and Mandy spoke up: "Jenny and I made Alicia feel guilty for snagging him. We're sharing him now. My turn tonight, Jenny's tomorrow."

I looked at Dan and tried to sound serious. "Enjoy being the new stud, but don't get any of these girls mad or jealous," I said. "Remember what they did to Tim. And Mandy still has her knife and pickle jar."

Dan said he wanted to see what it was that the girls had done to Tim. By that time, I think Tim had accepted his role as the carnival freak and let everyone see. Dan and Mandy didn't stay more than about ten minutes.

This morning the swelling is barely noticeable, and bruised area is getting smaller with some greenish cast to some parts. The tenderness seems to be minimal now, as Tim didn't object to my checking for the "dent" in his penis. It's definitely there, but not as pronounced as I expected. I'd figured it would be worse than the last time, because the bruising is worse, but it doesn't seem to be.

I haven't seen any erections yet, and I don't know whether Tim can get them now or not. We didn't do anything overtly sexual last night, so he may just not have had enough stimulation. This morning didn't give him much, either, because Megan and Donny were up and dressed by the time Tim and I woke up, so we dressed for breakfast.

Megan and I have been doing housework together, and Tim has been back in the yard doing battle with Mother Nature. Not much excitement to write about.

Sandi

Sunday, June 9, 2013, 7:45 am PDT

Jenny and Alicia came by together yesterday evening. Of course, they wanted to see the damage. By that time, the bruising had extended a little farther down Tim's penis and a little farther up on his abdomen. The coloration hadn't changed materially. Jenny wanted to know how badly it hurt, and Tim said he had no pain in the penis itself due to the numbness, but his abdomen was tender. Jenny apologized for what happened, but Tim told her not to worry about it. "It's okay," he said. "You were fulfilling a fantasy. I appreciate it, really. And I'll be okay."

Jenny didn't look convinced, but Alicia seemed to take what Tim said at face value. Jenny gave me a hug and said to call her if I needed to take Tim to a hospital or anything. They left after about ten minutes.

Tim and I showered together last night as usual, but he didn't want any help washing his genitals. In fact, he didn't want me touching them. He winced a bit as he did it himself. His penis was swollen all the way to the end, but it's difficult to say whether that was real swelling or an unsuccessful attempt at an erection. I tend to think the latter, as the swelling was still more pronounced where the rope was.

In bed, Tim couldn't seem to find a comfortable position, and he kept moving most of the night, first on his back, then lying on one side, then the other. I think he must have tried every position but face down dozens of times. He would get cold and pull the covers up, then they would touch the bruising, and he'd pull them back. He was up at least twice to use the bathroom. (He said it didn't hurt and the urine flow was normal.) All that thrashing around would have been enough to keep me awake, but I was also worried about him and wondering whether we were going to have to take him to he hospital. I hoped it wouldn't come to that, as I think Tim would rather have his penis rot and fall off than go to a hospital to save it.

This morning, the area of the bruise isn't materially different from what it was last night, and the cut seems to be healing okay, but the coloration is less pronounced toward the end of his penis and on his abdomen. The swelling where the rope was is more noticeable this morning, but that may be just because the rest of his penis isn't swollen. He says his abdomen isn't as tender as it was last night, but he still doesn't want me to touch his genital area.

The four of us had breakfast in the buff, which normally produces a solid erection in the boys. Donny had his, but not Tim.

We haven't made any plans for the day yet. I think we'll just be waiting to see what happens with Tim. The rest of us are dressed, but he just cringed at the thought of putting on underwear. He went back to bed and seems to be asleep. I'm ready for a nap, but I don't want to disturb him if he's finally getting some sleep. I may just doze off on the couch later.

Sandi

UPDATE at 11:41 am PDT

Tim's up and dressed. He says his lower abdomen still hurts, but he managed to get pants on. He says he thinks the swelling has gone down some.

Dan called and said he and Mandy were planning to come by this afternoon to take a look. Tim remarked, "I'm a regular carnival side show now."

I told him he'd be even more so if Mandy had had the nerve to continue cutting. "Maybe she'll bring the knife back and finish the job," I offered.

"Right now, I think I'd be okay with that," he said.

He's still standing as little as possible, and when he walks, he does so slowly. I asked whether his legs are stiff from being tied down, but he said he just wants to keep his pants from rubbing the bruise.

Sandi

Saturday, June 8, 2013, 1:00 pm PDT

Everyone but Jenny arrived right on time yesterday evening. She got there about 10 minutes later. Dan didn't come. Alicia said he was down in San Diego pursuing a job lead and knew he wouldn't be back in time, so he told her go come without him. Mandy brought her pickle jar and a brand new ten-inch knife in a cardboard sheath, tied with a nice pink ribbon.

Dinner wasn't anything elaborate, but Jenny quipped that she was expecting sliced wieners. That got a good laugh.

After dinner, Mandy said she'd heard that Tim had done great things to the back yard and asked for a tour. Tim seemed to feel confident that he knew what that was a pretext for, so he invited all of us to see what he'd done. Megan and Donny stayed behind, but the rest of us went out. As soon as we all got outside, Jenny grabbed his arms and pulled them behind him, and Mandy tied his wrists together with a zip tie. I forced a practice golf-ball gag into his mouth--the one sex toy we did bring with us, and Alicia unfastened his pants and pulled them down.

Tim was grinning as I put the gag into his mouth, and he was cooperating to the point of kicking off his own shoes and stepping out of his pants. We marched him to a spot between two trees, and Megan caught up with us, carrying ropes. Moments later, Tim was on the ground, dressed in only his shirt and teeshirt, his legs spread wide, and his ankles tied to the trees. He struggled a little, but I think he was just testing rather than actually trying to escape.

Then, Megan came out with two long lengths of thin rope to which she'd tied handles made of pieces of wooden rod. She tied a slip knot in the middle of each and slipped the knot of one over Tim's penis, which was now erect and throbbing. At that point, Tim realized what was really going to happen, and he began shaking his head and struggling in earnest. I think the girls took it to be just an act, since he'd been so blasé about the scene earlier, and they started laughing. But, as he told me later, he really wasn't done enjoying erections, and he'd have stopped the scene if he could have.

At that point, Mandy started undressing. It was a little chilly, and the other girls hesitated, but by the time Mandy was standing naked, the others were undressing, and I followed suit. I put a zip tie on his penis just outside the rope and pulled it snug while Mandy was getting the second rope ready. She slipped the knot of that rope over his penis, too, then gave both knots a tug to tighten them.

Mandy and Jenny took the ends of one of the ropes, and Alicia and Megan took the ends of the other. I called, "On your mark, get set, go!" and the girls started their tug-o'-war. As the knots tightened, I pulled the zip tie tighter, too. Tim struggled wildly, shaking his head and mumbling behind the gag, but the girls just laughed. Given his cavalier attitude about the scene earlier, I think they just assumed it was all an act on his part.

It was all over in less than a minute, and after I got the zip tie as tight as I could, the girls relaxed the ropes, and I took them off Tim's penis. Tim stopped struggling. He told me later he figured the damage was done at that point. I told Mandy to get he knife and pickle jar. She went back to the house and returned a minute later with the knife and jar, then knelt holding the knife against Tim's penis, just out from the zip tie. Tim watched wide-eyed, but he wasn't struggling at that point.

Mandy hesitated, but the other girls started chanting, "Do it! Do it! Do it!" She did knick Tim's penis, drawing a little blood. The cut was about half an inch long but not deep enough to reach the "core" of the penis. I'd guess she cut less than a sixteenth of an inch deep. It was deep enough that a few drops were running down over the zip tie, but I've had paper cuts that bled worse.

After that little cut, she stood up and she said she couldn't do it. She offered the knife to Alicia, but Alicia shook her head, and Mandy looked around for someone else to do the cutting. There were no takers. Finally, she put the knife back into the cardboard sheath. By then the rest of us were getting dressed, so she put the knife and jar down and got dressed, too. We left Tim tied up and went inside. The girls went home a few minutes later.

Megan and I went back out and untied Tim after leaving him there fifteen minutes or so. He said he really didn't expect what happened and would have stopped the strangling if he could have, because he "wasn't done having fun with" his penis.

"They'd have stopped if you'd said 'no' when they started taking your clothes off," I said.

"Yeah, I know," he said. He wanted to know whether I would really have let Mandy cut his penis off and take it home.

"I'm not sure," I said. "I mean we didn't talk about it. I didn't really think she'd actually cut you, let alone cut it off, but I never told her not to, and if she'd decided to, I guess it would have been over before I could stop her."

"Well, that ought should be good for a wet dream or two," Tim deadpanned. Megan laughed, but I think the discussion was too much for Donny. He disappeared into the bathroom, and he didn't emerge until we'd taken the zip tie off Tim's penis, treated the cut with Neosporin, and put an adhesive bandage on it. Megan asked Donny whether he was masturbating thinking about what we'd done to Tim. He didn't answer. He just cracked a brief halfhearted grin.

Today, Tim's penis is badly bruised where the rope and zip tie were and as much as an inch or so out from there. The bruise also extends back a little on his abdomen and scrotum. The swelling has gone down a bit this morning, but it's still quite noticeable. Tim says it's a good thing that his penis is numb, because it would probably really hurt otherwise. The part on his abdomen is tender, he says, and it hurts to touch it. He hasn't tried getting an erection, and I don't know whether he can. Overall, the damage appears less than the first time we strangled it, even though we had four girls pulling on the ropes. Maybe that's because the compression was spread out over a larger area with two ropes.

I asked Tim whether, now that it's over, he's okay with what happened. He repeated that it should be good for wet dreams but that he really wasn't ready to be back to being impotent. It wasn't what he was expecting, but he's accepting that it was done with good intentions. "I got through it before. I'll get through it again," he said. "If it's permanent this time, it's no worse than getting my ultimate fantasy, and seeing Mandy with the knife pretty well took care of that."

Now we'll just have to wait and see whether this strangling is like the last one, resulting in impotence, and, if so, whether it's permanent. In any event, I don't think we'll be having intercourse any time soon. When the swelling goes down, I'll check to see whether there's an indentation like last time. Mandy called a bit ago while we were having lunch to see whether he was okay, and Jenny called earlier to ask whether we'd be here this afternoon if she stopped by. Both sounded concerned that they might have gone too far. Alicia participated in the first strangling and knows what happened than, so maybe she's less concerned.

Sandi

Hey Jackie, Dr. Jones might not even be thirty years old. She's very young and I just might be her first eunuch. Hope things work like she expects them too as far as my urethrostomy working. We'll see. As for Sandi and Tim, I think Tim has gotten to the point where he can't be shocked. He knows that these sex games are just that, games. It's hard for him to really get excited about losing his penis because he knows he's really not going to lose his penis. The fantasy has become dull, which happens to people when they engage in fantasy over a long period of time. In fact, I believe that's what happened to me. I had a castration fantasy for years, it started at puberty, maybe 13 or 14, after 25 years the fantasy turned to reality, I finally had to live it out for real and did. Some might say, "Well, that's not true for everyone," and I can't disagree with that, but from my experience I believe that many come to a place where the fantasy no longer works for them, then they take the next step, cross the line and complete the fantasy for real. Someday Tim will actually have his penis cut off, when that will be, no one knows, but it will happen one day. I know that Sandi probably doesn't really think it'll happen, but she's the most likely one to complete the deed. Of course, there's always the chance that it'll be accidental. The things these girls are doing to him are a little crazy and who knows if one of them might lose control and sever Tim's penis in the heat of a torrid orgasm. I know that years ago, my sexual desires could get the best of me and I'd do things to myself that I'd regret afterward. As it is right now, we'll just have to wait and see.

Hey Sandi..If anyone gets really wierd, just make sure the penis is tied off near the base before the severence...and you're right..Hash has the balls (hehe) to go ahead with his ideas... Hash...Good luck with your doctor...She's a winner..She seems fascinated by you...You bizarre bastard..smooches Jackie