#dick update

So ive have packers, what i consider great fake dicks, ive had packer/stp, and even one that will fucking stick to me with adhesive and has balls (I honestly prefer that one cuz it stays and it was fucking pricey)

but ive all but quit using them for a couple reasons.

The main one was mostly that since I started T and bottom growth happened, my dick-in-progress got too sensitive and the packer rubbing up on it while i tried to walk did not help.

Another being; since I had such bottom growth, that really helped with some bottom area dysphoria. I dont have more than an inch and a half but I am so proud of that!! 2 years and almost two inches! im easily impressed.

A reason (mostly sex wise) was when fooling around, if someone interacted with my packer it would make me feel super awkward cuz i couldnt feel it. I could be watching them stroke, suck, whatever they were doing, but all I would feel is my packer rub up on my junk and awkward (That being said I feel awkward in my entire life and even without the packer, and thats not on my partners at the time since im bad at setting/ making boundries known) and is probably a big reason ive yet to agree to use a dildo with someone, that and I just dont top (sorry for the tmi)

I still have both my packers, and im glad I bought them, this isnt a thing against or for them. They helped me out drastically with dysphoria in the begining (before i got my own mini dick) and I wish i was able to still wear them now without being weird about it.

The floor was cold and filthy. Some of his blood was puddled against his limp body. Most was just filth and unknown content. He wasn’t defeated yet, he wouldn’t talk. Why would Dick spill the information his dead father told him to never speak of? He knew when to hold his tongue even after what they had done to him.

His body was ripping with pain, but he knew better than to show it. The gunshot wound was bandaged. They didn’t intend to kill him... just to stop him. So they could stuff him in a different, unvisited and smaller cell. Cuffs held his wrists and ankles while thick strong chains kept him to the wall. He stared at the camera in the corner blankly. They were starving him out now. After tormenting him for nearly twelve hours. 

He wondered why they wouldn’t just kill him, he obviously wasn’t going to tell him anything. Why bother keeping him alive? Was there other use for him? He questioned it for another moment before forcing himself up and to his knees. Sitting against the wall now.

“It wouldn’t hurt to give me a ball or a harmonica!” He taunted in the direction of the cameras. “You have me literally chained to the walls, you might as well get even more cliche with it!” He knew who he was talking to. 

“Why are you keeping me alive if I won’t tell you? I never will, ask the people you’re suddenly allied with. They know better then anyone my loyalty to Batman. Even if he’s gone, I’m keeping my promises.” He was always the chatty one of the bat family. 

Just then, water started to come out of the pipes on the sides of the room. “What’s with the bird bath?” Dick joked. His body was much to sore to move from his spot. Too sore and too weak. If they were planning on shocking him, they had another thing coming. The Nightwing suit could take a lot of voltage. Maybe they were planning on drowning him? He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall.