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When I washed the dinner dishes last night, I noticed Lion’s coffee cup wasn’t in the sink. The coffee pot was set up. He’d been in the kitchen. Where was the cup? I could have gone and gotten it so I could wash it, but it’s not my job. Yes, I wound up getting it this morning to wash it. I can’t tell you what the difference is. He was getting spanked no matter when the cup was washed.

There was a comment on my Wimpy Butt post. Julie, of Strict Julie Spanked fame, shared how she spanks her husband. It was similar to what I used to do to Lion. I could read him and know if I could spank harder or if I had to back off. Then the spankings trailed off. By the time I got around to giving him a “just because” spanking, his butt had reverted to its virgin state. Luckily, he missed the coffee cup. [Lion — Lucky for who?]

Lion invited one of his newfound ham radio friends over to help install the ham antenna on Saturday. The house is a wreck. I’ve been doing ham radio stuff for the past few weekends when I wanted to start cleaning. Suddenly, I need to clean in two days. And they aren’t even full days. It’s just whatever I can do after work. Pantry, get ready. A whole bunch of stuff is heading your way.

Despite the whirlwind cleaning, I still want to spank Lion tonight. He did another round of boner juice last night, and I know he’ll want to try again soon. I don’t want to spank him when he’s doing an injection. Beforehand would kill the mood. Afterward would be dangerous. He can’t tuck a juiced-up boner under him for spanking.

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We didn’t go to the ham radio club meeting last night. Lion was talking to someone yesterday who is in a larger club with a Zoom meeting on Saturday. I figured that was even better because he can do the meeting and I can do chores. Nope. Apparently, he wants me to be part of the meeting. Okay, I can spare an hour on a Saturday morning.

Today, he learned there’s a ham radio event later in June that’s part swap meet, part class, part socializing, etc. He’s excited. I’m less so. However, we don’t have many friends, and we really should get out and mingle. I’m just not sure how much I’ll have in common with radio fanatics. To be fair, Lion wouldn’t have much in common with anyone I’d make friends with either.

Tuesday night Lion did an injection of Trimix with an increased dosage. He used a cock ring and that seemed to help him maintain the erection while on his back. The problem remains that he’s not very turned on despite having a raging hard-on. (Click here to see it in all its glory) I think he’s probably concentrating too much on the drug, and that’s hindering horniness. We’ll have to work on that.

On that note, he said my sucking him felt good, but he wasn’t going to get any further. I wondered if it feeling good would be enough for him. In other words, if he could use the boner juice to get hard and never have another orgasm, would feeling good be worth it? There’s obviously nothing to suggest he won’t ever have an orgasm again. It was just a thought that popped into my head. I do think of weird things.

I don’t know when our next round of boner juicing will take place. (Should all orgasms after the juicing have an asterisk to signify the performance-enhancing drug?) Once we know he has the dose right, and he may very well have it now, we can concentrate on getting him turned on.

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After work yesterday, I dragged out the ladder and swapped antennas for Lion. The new mount feels more secure. Lion was a little upset that I couldn’t get the mast any higher. I was able to lift it about a foot and a half off the roof. The top of the mast is even with the tree next to the house. The antenna sticks up another ten feet or so.

I told him the best thing about the antenna is that it’s done. I don’t have to go back on the roof again. Not so fast. Hold your horses. Back the train up. While he’s able to get a few more repeaters, he wants more. Unfortunately, the next step is a lot more money. He’ll need a different radio and a different antenna. (Sigh) I may be going back on the roof eventually.

An hour on the roof was followed by getting the garbage and recyclables ready for pickup. I’d forgotten about the new Fire TV box. Luckily, I just had to unplug the old box and plug in the new box. For the record, any time I’ve done something like climbing up on the roof and then “all I have to do” is one more thing, it annoys me. I may not be quite as achy as I was before I lost weight, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get tired and achy. (When I was up on the roof, Lion asked what he could do for me, and I told him he could get me my 20-year-old body back. He said he’d need more boner juice.

I think we’re going to try another injection tonight. This time, he’s going to try a cock ring to keep blood from flowing out when he’s on his back. Now that I think about it, could that have been the problem all along? Would a cock ring eliminate the need for boner juice? We’ll try it with boner juice tonight and maybe without tomorrow. It’s worth a shot.

Lion has a new rule. He wanted a travel mug so his coffee would stay warm during our mid-morning coffee break. I obliged and bought him one similar to the one he’d gotten me. However, I usually have to track down his mug before I can make his coffee. Lion sometimes forgets to bring it back into the kitchen. My theory is that he can return it when he sets up the coffee pot. Duh! Seems simple when you think about it. He’s managed to remember today. Let’s see how long that lasts.

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We are trying to adapt to the latest change in our sex lives. Now that I’m using Quadmix at a dosage that produces a decent erection for over two hours, we need to figure out what to do next. At this point, both of us are a little skittish. Even though I’m hard, I’m not feeling very aroused. I think that this is due to the newness of my chemically-induced boner. It feels like a regular erection, but not exactly the same.

For one thing, the process of preparing the strings, then injecting the drug into my penis isn’t very sexy. It’s exacting and requires my full attention to get it right. Then, I spend the next three minutes putting pressure on the injection spot. That’s needed to prevent bruising. Then I have to clean up and make sure that I put the Quadmix back in the fridge. My erection arrives regardless of what I’m doing. That feels weird. My penis is reacting without my brain’s help.

From my perspective, this is the hardest part of the process to manage. As I start to get hard, it feels exactly the same as it did when I got erect from physical or mental stimulation. It’s nice but confusing. I’m not turned on! Then I go into the bedroom to show Mrs. Lion what I made. She likes it and begins paying attention to it. I get myself across the bed, and she uses her mouth.

At that point, my brain is starting to catch up with my penis. It feels very good. I’m still worrying that my erection will fade. The drug-induced woody hurts a little. It’s the sort of psin I would sometimes get if I got too hard. It isn’t a bad feeling, but it’s distracting. That ache persisted the entire time I was hard. I’ve read about painful erections, but this is the first time I got a hint of what it might feel like.

Mrs. Lion suggested that I back off on the dose. That’s a good idea. I’m going to try again tonight (Friday) with the full .30 ml amount. We both want to verify that I get the same result tonight that I got earlier this week. If I do, the next time, I’ll try .25 ml and see if I still get about as hard, maybe without the small pain. Don’t get me wring, if it hurts a bit, I will still be happy. It will just be one more thing to learn to accept.