For a while I've been visiting the site, checking out piercings, etc. I already had a pa, but when I saw the appallangs, I HAD to get one. It just clicked in my head: I need one. I'm not normally a body mod kinda guy. 2 tattoos, left ear, and a pa, and suddenly I decide "Hmmm.... I'd like one of those!". As a warning to anyone getting it done: It looks AWESOME, but I'm pretty good with pain, having broken more bones than your average professional skateboarder and having had both kidneys removed and a transplant, and I thought this was pure screaming fucking hell.
At A Glance Author Kelvster Contact Kelvster@bme.anon When It just happened Artist can't remember the name... wasn't my main focus Studio Pheonix...pheonix something or other Location Oxford, MS I called up the nearest piercing/tattoo place on my friend's cellphone and registered an appointment for 7:30. After reading all the horror stories about it on here, I must admit I was a bit apprehensive...
7:30 finally rolled around and I was just sitting in the shop with my friend Dave. A girl with blue hair helped me pick out the jewelry I wanted. I chose a 10 ga silver barbell, figuring I could handle the little extra. (Another tip to considering people: Go for a 12. If you really want 10, stretch later.) Then another girl (aughhhh I wish I could remember her name... very pretty girl) called me back, and I dragged Dave with me. (I am NOT gay... he's just my friend, honest.) Anyway, I drag Dave back. I breathed a real sigh of relief to find the place isn't filthy or anything, it's nice and clean. By now, because like I said, I'm not a body mod kinda guy, my heart is pounding like a jackhammer and Dave is observing that I'm a nice shade of green. I'm told to depants myself, so, kinda self-consciously, I do. Holy shit. My penis was seeking shelter inside my body. Dave found this hysterical...At this point, Dave clicked on the palm pilot with internet, so he could relate everyt hing to one of my best friends, Melissa, as it was happening.
She marked where it would go, and I checked it and said it was okay. (as if I would know if it wasn't) She made me feel very safe, but I was still mostly scared, and with damn good reason. She asked me if I was positive I wanted to do this, and I replied yes. At this point, I just lay back in the oh so famous "dentist" chair, grabbed a vice grip on Dave's wrist, and shut my eyes. I just didn't wanna see. Dave's wonderful contribution of "Holy shit, that needle is huge!" didn't help my flopping stomach, but I just sucked it up. She cleaned everything off and all that junk, and then I felt the clamps. I don't know what everyone's saying... They really weren't that bad. It was uncomfy, but I wasn't going to die. She told me to breathe slowly and steadily the whole time, and I practiced it with her. Then it was time. I clamped my hand down on Dave, and got ready for the worst. Not ready enough. The needle was resting on the first mark. Wait... this wasn't bad. Nope, not really... wait. wait wait wait. ouch. Okay that stung... Hey, OW...She pushed it in more, and the more she pushed, the more I wanted to scream obscenities. I was sure at this point I was damaging veins in Dave's wrist, but didn't really care. He didn't seem to either, because I still heard him writing really fast on the palm pilot with the other hand. Then I felt her stop. Ohhhh joy. Was she done? Was it over? HOLY FUCK.. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! My whole body involuntarily clenched and I heard a pop from Dave's wrist. After going through my urethra, which was the fuck fuck fuck part, it still hurt, but it didn't seem as bad. I just lay there panting as she finished up and put the barbell in. Dave hovered over me while I was panting and told me it looked good. I summoned the strength to sit up and look, my hand almost slipping in my sweat that had pooled on the chair. He was right, it looked SO FUCKING COOL! Right then the pain just stopped mattering. It was just like yes yes yes yes yes yes! I wanted to scream to everyone in the shop about what I had j ust accomplished. I LET THIS WOMAN STAB A HOLE IN MY PENIS AND I FEEL DAMN GOOD ABOUT IT! YES! But maybe I'd spare them... She wrapped me up not unlike a taco from the bell, with first a layer of gauze, then a condom, and then another layer of gauze. I was bleeding a lot, it was running down my leg and on my hands from getting a better look. She let me go in the back to wash up a little, and then Dave and I set off on our own little merry way.
On our way out, Dave saw a tattoo he liked on the bulletin board, and scheduled an appointment to do that. We got in the car and drove home. Out of nowhere, halfway through the ride, Dave cracked up laughing. When I asked him what was so funny, he refreshed my memory with the information that my dick had hidden. I smacked him upside the head and turned on the palm pilot. The rest of the night I had a dull ache, and this morning, which is the morning after, I woke up with a little blood on my sheets and boxers, but no critical death bleeding. I got up and took a leak, which was a little pink and buzzed for a few seconds, but nothing too awful. Then I plopped my ass down on the computer and wrote this. If anyone wants to talk to me about my encounter, you can always IM me on aim at cattoasthover, or on msn as ckfuman29@hotmail.com. I hope you enjoyed reading my penis encounter. The End.