To preface this entry, just so all you know how heavy into modification I am. I am a relatively "normal" looking jeans and t-shirt wearing college student. I have stretched ears, a variety of cartilage piercings, a nose stud, 18g lip ring and a 12g Prince Albert that I had done over two years ago. So with that all said, here's my story.
At A Glance Author Matt Contact Matt@bme.anon When It just happened Artist Dominick Studio Starlight Tattoo Location Belleville, NJ After receiving my PA a couple years ago, my sex life increased tenfold. While living in the dorms and meeting new people, talk always came back to my piercings. While I don't think I have that many and my ears are only stretched to a 00, somehow people always came to me if they had a question or wanted to go get something. So when asked if I had any more than what I showed, I always mention my PA. That usually leads to me showing it which either went one of two directions and I'm sure all of you can guess what those are.
So now on to my latest piercing. I first came across the ampallang in the movie Strangeland was intrigued. From then on I've always kept that piercing in the back of my mind but never really thought that I would go through with it. A few weeks ago an old girlfriend of mine told me that she wanted to get another tattoo. She wanted me to go with her and to go to the shop where I always get pierced and tattooed. She was nervous as she doesn't take pain well at all. So I offered to get pierced first so she wouldn't be the only one going through some pain. I knew I did not want another facial piercing and didn't want to risk my nipples rejecting again to I decided on either an ampallang or a frenum. I thought about it for a while and looking back on it, my heart and head were saying different things. My head was saying frenum because it was really less of a commitment. However, I couldn't get the idea of an amapllang out of my head. So when I entered into the shop, my mind was made up, I'm going for it, I'm getting an ampallang.
So my ex and I pull up to the shop, I grab some money and walk in. I say hi to everyone in the shop, because I haven't seen them since my last trip home to NJ over a month ago. My ex talks to a tattoo artist about her little design and I talk to Dom about the piercing. I walk into the back piercing room, sit down and drop my pants and pull my penis out so he can measure the area to make sure I like the placement. I trust where he makes a mark and he hands me a ruler and says for me to go into the bathroom and get myself hard so he knows how long of a barbell to use. He makes his mark; we engage in a little more small talk and Dom gets the clamp ready.
He puts the clamp on me and I don't think I've been pinched harder in my life. To his surprise, I asked for him to keep the clamp on a little longer so I could get used to the feeling of that. Then when looking down at myself I asked if this was something I really wanted to do. I thought about it and realized that I would not be able to live with myself if I walked away from this. In this one moment I shifted the purpose of this piercing from something I wanted to do, to something I needed to do for myself. As Dom was ready to let me wait a few seconds, I told him no and had him shove the needle through my tortured equipment. I yelped and started sweating more than I have in quite some time. From what my ex told me, my eyes bugged out of my head and my back arched because of the pain. I read on this site and experiences that some people don't think this piercing hurts that bad. I either have a really low pain tolerance or these people are super human. In my life I have broken bones, gotten split open to require over 100 stitches, gotten teeth cut out of my jaw, and even tore my acl, mcl, and meniscus in one shot. And while I'm sure I blocked some of those experiences from my mind, I can't remember any of those injuries causing that much immediate pain. I even felt a little light headed after the procedure, a first for me. So I got a bottle of soda and went for a cigarette to clear my head. As I'm having my smoke, some more friends got wind of what I was doing and pulled up to the shop, I hugged them, lit their cigarettes and talked for a bit. My ex got her little tattoo by Juan. He did a great job and she loves it. I then, after I had some time to let the endorphins wear off, talked to my piercer about aftercare, hopped into my car and drove home. A the time I write this it is six hours later and I love the way it looks, and I can't wait to try it out.