My ampallang

At A Glance Author Statisch Contact statisch@earthlink.net Artist Byrd Studio Glen Scotts in the Oregon District Location Dayton, Oh

Right before the artist was done with Josie, Byrd came by and said, "You're up." I knew it was now or never, my knees were wobbly and weak, but they somehow managed to carry me into the room.

Amber sat down on the stool next to the dentist chair and I dropped my pants. Amber managed not to laugh when she saw how small my dick had gotten. I told her it was shrinkage, just like in that Seinfeld episode. I swear my cock had actually shrunk down to an inch and a half.

I thought, "Shit, I really like this girl, and now she is going to think I am hung like a 12 year old boy"

You see, my johnson KNEW what was going to happen, and I think it was trying to hide. And I got really pissed at myself because Amber smirked at me when she saw how much I had shrunk. I swear, one of these days I am going to have to show her my thing with an erection, just so she does not think I am a eunuch. I'm willing to bet that little bit of shrinkage ruined any chance I would ever have had with her.

We agreed on where he was going to put the ampallang. I told him I wanted to be sure that he does not pierce the urethra, as I do not want to be a sprinkler when I piss. He agreed to put it in very carefully. Well, I had not come this far for nothing, so his hiding wasn't going to do him any good. I sat down on the chair and Amber took my hand.

Byrd then turned to me and handed me something, it was three tongue depressors rubber banded together, and he said, "You will need to bite on this"

FUCK - I knew I was really in for it then. The fucking guy gave me something to bite on so I would not scream!

That was a warning sign that was definitely not lost on me! I decided to take his advice, and I put the wood in my mouth and covered my eyes with my arm. I had the balls to get it done, just not to watch it. Plus, Josie was there to take the photographs, so I would not be missing anything.

The only bad thing was that when Byrd pulled out the needle, they kind of made this 'oooh' sound. That did not do too much for my nervousness, I'm telling you.

Josie was aggravating Byrd to no end with annoying questions like "Do you have a second job? How much money do you make? Etcetera." I was like "Shut up Josie, this guy is about to impale me, and I want him to be neither distracted or annoyed!"

I could not believe the size of the needle. It looked really huge next to my terrified dick.

I think Byrd said something like "Here it comes" or "You are going to feel a little sting" or something else that completely fucking underestimated the magnitude of what I felt next. First he put the tip of the needle against my skin and the after a second pause, he plunged that spike right through me. I could feel every millimeter of that needle as it went through the glans. It HURT SO BAD! I had sworn to myself that I was not going to scream, but had it not been for the tongue depressors clenched between my teeth, I would have been wailing like a stuck pig! I managed to keep the verbalizations down to just a muffled 'ooooooouuuuuucccccchhhhhh'All the while I could hear the camera in the background snapping away.

This pain deserves a paragraph all to itself. Let me tell you how much this shit HURT. It felt like he had taken an ice pick and slowly forced it through the head of my penis, and essentially, he had. I think it was a mistake to tell him to avoid the urethra, as that made him take longer to aim the needle. Not to mention, he had to alter trajectory as it went through my glans. My eyes rolled back into my head and my brain exploded in a mental shriek of agony. I squeezed Amber's hand so hard, I think I hurt her, but I did not care. All I could think of was "JESUS H FUCKING CHRIST ON A CRUTCH THAT HURT WORSE THAN ANYTHING I HAVE EVER FELT IN MY LIFE!" I could mentally picture the needle as it went through the glans. It was pain, but it was also . . . different feeling. I would not really call it pleasurable, but it was close.

Meanwhile, Josie was saying 'Ohmygod, he's doing it!' which, again, did not help my state of mind at all. It only took him about ten seconds to get the needle through my dick, and I was sweating bullets. It felt like it was five minutes! I just wanted it to be over then and there. He said, "Okay, I have the needle through, I'm just going to put the jewelry in."

Was the worst part over?

No fucking way, when he squeezed that 10 gauge post into that needle hole, my dick felt like it was on fire! I could feel the hole spread around the post as he worked it through.

He put the ball on the post and said 'Now that's done.'

No congratulations, just 'That's done.' I thought shit, gimme a little congratulations! I want a fucking cookie or something!

The surprising thing was that it did not hurt much, now that it was done. It was kind of throbbing a little bit, but there was no real pain. I guess it had to be the endorphins or something, cuz I was feeling nothing. I was sitting there with my dick out, with one of my friends snapping pictures of me, a girl I like holding my hand, and this complete stranger who just stuck my penis with a huge needle. It felt like something out of Pulp Fiction.

Byrd then took a couple pictures of my penis and bandaged me up. If you ever want to see a picture of my prick, just go by Glen Scott Tattoos in the Oregon district and look through the "Piercing by Byrd" catalog. I have been immortalized for all my pain and suffering.

The bandage looked really funny. Because my dick had shrunk so small, it looked like a little balled up sock in my crotch. I was so high on endorphins I almost started laughing. Then I looked around, and I started seeing little stars swirling around in my peripheral vision. I guess that should have been a warning sign of things to come.

After this, I went and got my tongue pierced. And then I fainted. Read about it here.

Afterwards, we all went out to Tutys for Karaoke (sp) and alcohol. As soon as I got there I was greeted with everyone in the bar going "Is this the lunatic who had his johnson pierced?" All that night I was a weird kind of celebrity. I didn't get any free drinks out of it, but I did get an audience in the bathroom to watch as I took the bandage off. I must have shown my penis to fifteen people in that bar. :)

Maybe I am an exhibitionist, I don't know.

The bleeding with the amp was very minimal. I mean there was only like two drops on the bandage. That night, however, I bled a little bit on my underwear, but it was nothing serious. A spot the size of a dime.

For the next two weeks, there was virtually no bleeding, just scabbing on the holes. That only lasted a week.

I had the opportunity to have sex and so far, I have yet to have a complaint about the ampallang. As a matter of fact, they say that there is increased stimulation and it feels good. Feels great for me, too. It did the same thing to the head of my penis as my nipple rings did to my nips: made them more sensitive.

If you are thinking about doing the amp, DO IT! It rocks, and it's a great excuse to show your penis to people. :) I must have shown my penis to over 5300 people by now :) Maybe more.