Apadravya

At A Glance Author Wilhelm Rand Contact Wilhelm Rand@bme.anon Artist Eric Studio Inkwell Location Winston-Salem, NC

Apadravya

Ever since the first time I saw a picture on BME of an apadravya piercing, I knew it was for me. Having four body piercings and three tattoos with minimal pain, I believed I was ready for the "big leagues." I read a bunch of experiences on BME and researched the Mayan past of the piercing. I went out and talked with my friend and sometimes piercer, Eric. He and I discussed the procedure and aftercare, comparing his experiences with my notes. He said since we were friends he could trim a little off the price and that I was to notify him 24 hours in advance, then after the shop closed we could doing the procedure without worry of being interrupted.

It was late May when I finally got around to making the call, my schedule had been hectic with classes and work, so I waited for a three day weekend. We had also been waiting for a 10 gauge 1.25' barbell for what seemed like the longest time (this actually made me feel really cool seeing as no place in town carried a barbell big enough for my dick). So with the call made, I asked one of my friends if he'd be willing to drive me to the shop and stay there, Steve, as usual, said yes. Everything was falling into place. The next day took forever, I could concentrate on nothing. When I got off work, I disappeared into my room and begin to chant the Second Enochian Key. I don't drink, nor do I use drugs, so this was how I prepared myself. Also at the shop, anesthetic is not used, but I see pain as part of the whole procedure, and this was what I prepared myself to endure. Four hours later, Steve showed up and it was time to go. It was nine o'clock, the sun had set and the darkness added to the intensity of the moment. The whole time we were in the car for the short trip I kept reminding myself, "This is going to hurt worse than anything you can possibly imagine."

When we pulled into the INKWELL, Eric was sitting outside smoking a butt. He greeted me with a boyish grin, and asked, "You ready?" I nodded my head. Everybody in the shop said hi to me, all of the guys had become acquaintances of mine from my many visits. Chance, my tattoo artist and good friend wished me luck. I followed Eric back into the small piercing room, where I saw a sign he had hung on the door reading, "Do not enter, or I will KILL you!"

We closed the door and dropped the shades. The small room with purple cushioned table that I had sat or laid on four times before seemed smaller now. Eric faced the counter on which sat many jars of sterile corks, rubber bands, cotton balls, gloves, etc. He told me I could sit down if I wanted while he got things ready. I did so, chanting to myself again as I sat. Eric sat on his little stool and pulled off his gloves.

"First off," he began, "I've been calling a friend of mine in New York and he said that if I use clamps rather than going free hand, it will cut the time in half and I will be at less risk of sticking myself. Do you mind if we try this."

I agreed.

"Second, no mater what you do, don't try to get up. You may sit up a little and not realize it, that is expected. But you will endanger me and yourself if you try to jump up."

I nodded my head.

I was told to drop my pants and lie down. Unfortunately, Dan the other body piercer was gone, so no one was there to hold me down. I crossed my arms behind me and laid back.

Eric sterilized the head of my cock and placed the dots. I glanced down one last time at my unpierced cock, approving of the dot placement. This was it, I was way beyond the point of no return. I began to concentrate on my breathing and forcusing on a point on the ceiling. Eric talked me through the whole thing. He placed the clamps on me and asked if they pinched. I asked, "Does what pinch?" He chuckled and got the message. He asked if I was ready, I told him he was in control now. He took a couple of breaths and then told me to take a deep one myself. I tried to suck all the air out of the room. When I released, I let it out as slow as possible. The ceiling went out of focus and the room seemed to get dark. Way down below me I felt the cold melt being pushed through the head of my cock. I sawwhat vaguely resembled a tunnel, with a large black dot in the center of my field of vision. Then I heard Eric say, "You took that well."

When I looked down, I saw my cock with a needle through it. I did it, I couldn't believe it. I began to laugh, I never thought that I'd be where I was. Eric told me that I took that better than anyone he had ever seen and said that the clamps made a world of difference. I was strange to notice that while he said this, he wiped sweat from his brow. I actually felt rather cold just minutes before and now I felt quite comfortable. Eric slid the jewelry into place and gave me a paper towel. When I sat up, the blood began. It looked like I was cumming blood, it was so cool. I lined my underwear with the paper towel and was on my way. The endorphins had obviously kicked in, cause was practically dancing on my way out. I gave Eric a big hug and tip, then was out the door.

The next few nights were painful as hell. I slept with an old towel under me and a bowl of ice next to the bed. I'd wake up with bleeding hard-ons, grab the wash cloth that was soaking in the bowl andsit up, trying frantically to keep that bastard down. I showered twice or three times a day for the next two months. But the first shower was the most memorable of any shower I've ever had. Icleaned the piercing as best I could then rinsed it out. I remembered that I was supposed to piss afterwards so to get out all the soap. When I did this big blood clot shot out of my dick. My jaw dropped, and I just stood there looking at it. The next few days I got to play the "look for the clot in the urine" game. The pain subsided in a few days along with the bleeding. I did however make the mistake of masturbating two days after the piercing, and got blood everywhere. It was so cool through to jack of with blood as a lube and I blew a mondo load, but as I said, what a mess. I also wore skirts for the nest two weeks. I'm secure enough with my sexuality that no one bothered me, plus I'm a big guy, 6'3" with a large frame.

Of course, I got the question, "Does you piss spray now?" a million times, and a million times I had to disappoint people by saying no. And every time I explained the placement of the piercing I was asked, "It goes all the way through?" What kind of stupid question is that? All piercing go through, if they didn't they'd be pocketing or transdermal implants. I guess some thought of a PA, but it goes all the way through the skin. But I'm deviating.

A month after the piercing I became involved with a wonderful girl who I continue to see today. When we attempt to have sex, the barbell was still too long (I have since changed to a 10 gauge 1 & 1/8 inch) making the night more frustrating than fun. Eventually we found a way around it, it just took a lot of patience. The rewards were well deserved and wonderful.

It is now three months later and I am going to see Eric so that he can take a picture to put in him portfolio (I hope to post that on BME soon). I purchased two 14 gauge 3/8 inch barbells and plan to get dydoes. Although I still have the other 10 gauge 1.25 inch barbell and I'm thinking of an ampallang. I let you guys know when it happens.

Wilhelm Rand

Age: 21