ampallang@body accents in Indy

At A Glance Author david Contact shrapnelcaress@aol.com Artist kent Studio body accents Location Indianapolis, IN

Ampallang last year...

"...so I need $70, right?"

I was talking to one of the guys at Body Accents about how much getting an ampalllang would cost. Seventy bucks, not bad, I guess. I didn't really have much to compare it to. This was on a Saturday, and they're closed on Sunday and Monday, so I had a couple of days to kill. I didn't have the money on me then, but I delivered pizzas at the time, and I figured I would by then. Then it was Tuesday...

Tuesday morning, I wake up, questioning whether or not I was going to go thru with this. By the time I got showered and ready, I figured I might as well. I've been into piercing since I was 13, and this would be both an interesting experience and a nice addition. So, I drive up to Broad Ripple to Body Accents and the guy standing behind the counter is the bassist for one of the local hardcore bands I am pretty fond of. I told him I was the guy who called Saturday about the ampallang and he says he remembers me, since they don't get too many calls regarding that particular piercing. We sit around and talk about not much of anything for awhile and then Kent, the piercer comes out of the back room and introduces himself. He asked me if I had eaten anything yet today, and I say no, so he tells me that I should go down the street and get a bite, since this might take a lot out of me and having some food in my stomach might help. Now, being as anxious as I was, I didn't want to leave, but he strongly advised that I did, so I did.

I leave the studio, now even more nervous about the whole thing than ever, and walk to this little café down the street, grab a bagel and a cup of coffee, not being too incredibly hungry at that time. I eat and drink as fast as I can and walk back to the studio. When I come back in, they had cleared off a table that a small group of people where working on earlier and covered it with paper. "Are you ready to go?" Kent asks. I was ready when I came in the first time, now I'm jittery. "Sure," I reply.

He leads me into the backroom and tells me to drop my drawers and hop up on the table. So much for the subtle approach, eh? So here I am, lying on this cold ass table looking around. From my viewpoint, I couldn't see much except for the bottom of another small table and some other guy standing in the corner. Kent says that this guy is here to see the procedure, for shits and giggles and what not, and asks me if I mind. I was thinking the fewer people who potentially witness me freaking out the better, but I tell him I don't care. Kent starts explaining the procedure as he's setting up his table. He grabs a paper towel and puts a hole in it with his thumb and tells me it's there to keep blood from getting all over the rest of me. He takes my member and pulls it thru the hole, and then starts making marks on either side of the head with a toothpick dipped in ink. Now, this takes awhile. He explains that he wants to try and make it as straight as possible. After a few attempts, he looks over to the other guy in the room and asks him if it looks good. He says sure, but they're just dots and it's not his dick, so they ask me. So, I sit up somewhat and take a gander. This would've been a sight. What I wouldn't give for a polaroid of these two guys and me hovering over my cock looking at it. The dots looked about a straight as they could, so I was happy, Kent was happy, and the unnamed guy in the corner was happy.

Now it's time to get to work. He went thru the usual spiel of "if this is brown then it's the first time it's been used and it's sterile routine..." and said that it was quite a bit of flesh to go thru, so he grabs this clear plastic job. I've never seen one of those before, but it looked like tinker-toy. You know, the round thing that you hook everything else into? Well, he takes the needle and sticks into the side of this thing to get a good grip on it and holds the receiving tube up to the other side. Then the "I'm gonna tell you to start breathing, and then take a deep breath..." routine, and asked me if I was ready to start. Hey, why not. I start breathing, wondering exactly what it is I'm doing there, and he tells me to take that deep breath. Here we go, I say to myself and I breathe in the deepest goddamn breath I've ever taken in my life, and he tells me to exhale. So I exhale... and exhale... and exhale... nothing. I starting to get blue in the face from blowing air I don't have, and he tells me he wasn't ready. I was not too happy about that one because this was turning into quite a nerve-racking experience.

So, we started again with the breathing. "Take a deep breath." He says, and I do... again. "Now exhale." And I did... "GRRRRRAAW." I said, and then nothing but a throbbing sensation. I look down and there is my cock lying sideways with a big ass needle stuck thru it. I relax, pretty high off the rush, and he puts the jewelry in. He's talking about how to clean it while he pushes the barbell thru and I sit up to watch. As soon as he screws on the ball, blood starts rushing out of the hole. He grabs a rubber glove, stuffs some toilet paper in it and slides me inside of it. He finishes explaining caring for the piercing, and tells me that it looked very nice. I mumbled some thanks, pulled my pants up, paid him and kinda floated out to my car.

Now that's pretty much the experience. He said that it might bleed for a day or two and to call him if anything happened or if I had any questions. After I left, I had about an hour before I had to go to work. I mentioned before that I delivered pizzas and my car at the time was a manual. This was a bad scene. Every time I shifted gears I rubbed the piercing. It wasn't a whole lot of fun. I changed to glove a few times throughout the night at work and hoped that I didn't do any damage to myself driving. It was a long night.

Then next morning I showered and cleaned the piercing of all the dried blood and it had stopped bleeding. I was pretty excited about this and I didn't put another glove on it afterwards. Later on that day I took a nap, and when I woke up I realized that I fucked up. I woke up in a pool of blood... a big pool of blood. My boxers, my shirt, and half of my bed were soaked. I took another shower and it appeared to have stopped bleeding, but afterwards I put another glove on to be safe. Waking up in that much of any body fluid, especially blood, was kinda unnerving.

Kent also told me that I should partake in any extra-ciricular activities involving my penis for at least a month. I should've listened to him on that one. I hadn't told my girlfriend that I was going to get it, and when I showed it to her, she was shocked.... and excited. After two weeks I figured that I had waited long enough, as did she, so we fooled around with the new toy. Big mistake. After we were done, I went to practice with my band, and my buddy Bill said, "Dave, you've got a pretty big blood spot on your pants." Uh oh... After that, I waited a month before I tried anything else with it. But, just some food for thought... when we playing around (my girlfriend and I) the first time after I got the piercing, it was one of the most amazing sexual experiences of my life. A painful orgasm is a wonderful thing...

dave