Well, here I am, sitting here with gauze and a rubber glove and
around my penis. I just got my apadravya yesterday. "Why?!" you may or may
not ask. Well, first about me:I never have really been into body modification. I've seen some things that seemed cool, some that didn't, and some that looked outright stupid. The first time I saw any body modification was when I was 13 years old (5 years ago). It was a woman who had her tongue pierced . . . yeah, big deal now right? Well, it was then! Anyway, I said, "That looks cool" but that was about it. When I was 17 or so, I was really starting to want my tongue pierced. I asked dad. Dad said no. I asked again. Dad said no again and that was about it (my dad grew up in a generation where a pierced ear or died hair made you homosexual). Well, finally I turned 18 and I was going to get my tongue pierced. Months later, after my tongue was pierced, I sort of wanted something else. I decided on my nipple. Well, months after that, I was once again restless which brings us to my current situation.
Me and my girlfriend have always joked around about getting our genitals pierced (I tried to get her to pierce her clitoral hood, but that wasn't going to happen). I thought about a genital piercing every once in a while, but always brushed the thought off with the thought of pain. "Damn that would hurt!" I used to say. One day, a couple of weeks ago, I went to a search engine and entered, "Body Piercing Genitals." Wouldn't you know it. . . BME came up. "What the hell was this BME stuff that kept coming up?" I wondered. After browsing, I came to the male genital section. I had heard of apadravyas, ampallangs, prince alberts, etc., before so I had a basic idea. The piercing that I had always had in mind before was a reverse Prince Albert. After reading some stories and looking at some pictures, I decided that if I ever got anything . . . it would be an apadravya. It seemed the most appealing. Frenums looked OK, but that wasn't enough, I thought.
"Don't get any more holes in your body!" my girlfriend kept saying. "Are you really considering this?" she would ask. Well, as it turns out, she calls one day from Reno and says, "I'm in the mood to do something crazy, something I would normally never do!" "I'm going to get it pierced!" she said. As it turns out, she was reading some things off of BME also.
I finally decided to get it done. On Sunday, I called Black Hole Body Piercing in Reno to make an appointment. They said they could do it on Wednesday. Well. . . Monday was no big deal. Nor was Tuesday. Early Wednesday though I started feeling the rush and the "Oh shit!!!" feeling. I had my girlfriend drive me there so I could relax a little while in the car. We finally got there and walked in.
Black Hole is the only place I'll go to. It's probably the only place I'll ever go to. They have a nice little place, a neat waiting room, and a very knowledgeable staff. They are really clean and safe. I also go there because they give the best and safest advice.
Anyway. . . the 30 min. wait calmed me down a little and got me anxious too. Angela was going to pierce me. This was my first time with Angela. Previously, I had received my piercings from Jess. It was cool though. . . Angela's the owner so I had no fear at all. . . (at least about her ability). We talked for a while about the piercing, she told me what gauge she was going to use. She told me about the aftercare, etc., etc. Then she got to the actual procedure. First, she cleaned my dick and marked the enter and exit points. Then she gave me a measuring device and told me she would leave the room while I got it hard and measured how long of a barbell I would need. "Yeah right!" I told her. My dick was already purple, half its size, and hiding from fear. There was no way in hell I could get it hard at a time like this. I was prepared though (because I had read some stories similar to this one) and I told her that I had already measured at home. "About an inch to an inch and a quarter" I said. "You still should try" she urged. DAMN!!!! Well, I tried, but as I anticipated, it wasn't going to happen. She said OK, took a measurement while flaccid, and guessed at 1 1/4 inch. She put the barbell and her tools on her medical tray and told me I could sit up or lay down--I chose to lay down. Once again she cleaned it off. I felt her put on the clamps and adjust them. I was breathing deeply and slowly, trying to relax. "Yeeaaawwww!!!" I thought. No, that couldn't have been it though. Sure enough, it wasn't . . . she was tightening the clamps. I was still breathing and after many more shooting pains from the clamps, she told me to just concentrate on taking 5 long and deep breaths. "Five! Yeah right. I knew better. She was going to do it on the third breath!" I thought. So I breathed in, and let it all out. There's one. Then again, I breathed in, and let it all "AWWWWHH F@#K!!!!!" I yelled as I felt a sharp, shearing, burning pain like I have never felt before. All my muscles were tense and I was almost sitting up now . . . looking at my dick. I didn't see a needle though. "Shit!!!" I thought. Angela told me to keep breathing. I saw her getting ready to stab the needle the rest of the way through so I put my head back down and let out another deep grunt. Finally it was through. It hurt so damn bad. "This is never going to end." I thought, "It's going to hurt forever!"
"This isn't going to feel too good" she said. "Oh S@#T! The jewelry. . . " I felt the jewelry slide in with another long period of deep pain. After she screwed on the balls, I laid down completely, and took a deep breath. . . "AHHHH" the pain was going away. Afterwards, Angela put some gauze on it and rubber banded a latex glove around it, making it look like a rooster.
The piercing itself only lasted a couple of seconds. It seemed like forever though. After the pain went away, I could hardly remember how much it really hurt. It was a different kind of hurt, a pain I had never experienced, but it was so short and temporary I could hardly believe it. I looked at the stud through my dick and thought to my self "Yeah!" and I got a small grin and a big feeling of accomplishment.
I'm not much into pain, I can't handle pain very well. As a matter of fact, I tried to prepare myself for the pain days before by poking little needles into my dick and by dropping heavy books on it. Compared to the actual pain though. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Come on now!!! You didn't actually believe that I would poke my dick with pins and drop heavy books on it. . . did you? What kind of a sick individual do you think I am? The truth is, there really isn't anything you can do to prepare for the pain. If you're considering this piercing, and you are letting the factor of pain be a deterrent in your decision making. . . DON'T. The pain was so temporary, I wouldn't even consider it. It's sharp, but really quick.
I've only had it for a day now, so I can't say too much about the healing. It should heal fairly quick though. There hasn't been any pain accept for occasional bumps and tugs here and there. I was really afraid to pee, but that didn't bother me at all. . . it was just a pain to get the rooster head off and on. As far as people's reactions. Many guys usually say aww and hold there crotch as if they could really have any possible idea of the pain. . . Yeah right!!! Some people have said cool. Some people have said that I'm a sick f#$K (even though I know that they just couldn't handle it or they're insecure of their own sexuality). I've gotten a couple "What did he ever do to you?" comments. A lot of it though . . . whether it's direct or not, is simply curiosity.
My girlfriend said, "That's probably the only time I'll ever watch another woman fondle your dick and laugh about it!"
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