"Ringing" in the New Year

At A Glance Author Chris Contact CideFX@AOL.com Artist Elizabeth(?) Studio Checkered Past Location Pennsylvania

Allow me to begin with a bit of background about myself and the events preceeding the apradravya piercing I received yesterday. Although it may not be concise, when reading other narrations here on BME, I enjoy hearing what inspired the piercing more than the desciption of the needle and healing process itself. So I am compeld to ellaborate on my history.

I am an engineering student and I would describe myself as conservative-minded, reserved, well dressed, and in general, a walking contradiction of the general public's stereotype of the pierced "freak". Through adolescence I inflicted countless of amateur piercings to my body though I never really had the self-esteem to maintain any of them as permanent piercings. Looking back in retrospect, I know I am very fortunate to escape these experiences totally free from infection and permanent damage to any body part. Needless to say, as soon I was considered legal I have only used professionals. Between ages 18 and 22 I have accumulated my lobes, tragus, septum, tongue, and nips which gives me a nice balance of making a bold statement, but I can easily add a retainer or two to lend the professional, clean-cut image when needed.

I decided about a month ago that I would take the last step and add a gential piercing.This past fall my life has been full of adversity and tribulations in academics, employment, health and relationships but I have coped with them well. I have eagerly awaited 2000 not only as a "clean start", but a new step in my life as a result of the maturity and growth I have accomplished in the last few months. With that in mind, I decided to sacrifice bowl games New Year's Day and book reservations with the local piercer.

I mentally overcame the public stigma of a cock piercing months ago as I began to talk more openly about previous experiences. To be honest, my only reservations remaining was the physical pain aspect, which I obviously feared greatly based on my chain-smoking and trembling as I drove to the shop . I did call ahead for an appointment, but I didn't shop around much for my piercer this time. The same store did my tragus a half a year ago, and I was surprised they were open for a holiday, so I was content.

I walked into the store front consisting of a botique/head shop expecting it to be busy; it always has been in the past. I walked back to the glass counter and I explained I had an appointment to the young lady reading. She fumbled through a paper or two, and casually replied, "Ahhh...Chris you're early", as if she knew me. She handed me a questionare and release forms, introduced herself and asked, "What are we doing today?" Shaking and sweating, "I want and apadravya", I answered doubting the pronunciation. Looking me over she inquired, "You're first piercing?" I revealed my tongue, turned my head, and showing the few holes I had compared to her. We talked for a few mintues selecting my 12g CBR as she reduced my obvious nervousness.

As she led me to the table in a cold adjacent room, she added "I hope it doesn't bother not having a choice of a male or female performing the piercing?" I responded, "Nah" as I began to ponder if it really did or not. Without further ado she cued me to remove my khakis and there was no turning back now. Finally, she set me at ease that an erection is normal since this is certainly a sensual piercing. She grasped the shaft with her latex glove, counted to three, and plunged the hollow needle into the top of my head. Instantly I clutched the table and wraped my ankles around the steel legs for stability. It hurt, exactly how I imagined it. All testosterone aside, it was agony for a matter of seconds. As the needle came through the bottom, she looked me in the eye as if to ask if I was okay. I glanced down at the silver needle though my cock as she quickly flossed the ring through, and closed the graphite colored bead into place. At the first glimpse of my new ring, "I stood straight up", and the bleeding began. She spent a few seconds cleaning up excess blood and wrapped me in gauze. I thanked the girl for her professionalism as I exchanged $100 for cleaning instructons and healing proceedures.

The drive home consisted of me constantly checking my lap for blood on my pants while trying to resist unzipping my slacks in traffic like a pervert. When I got home I dropped my pants at the door and rushed to the bedroom to fully examine my new jewelry. I changed the gauze and tossed and turned on the bed trying to recover from both New Year's Eve festivities causing sleep deprivation and the discomfort of my new piercing. When I awoke in early evening the bleeding stopped and it didn't seam to ache too bad. Today it is only sore to the touch, but I can't resist gracefully tugging and moving the ring every few hours. I think it's downhill from here, and without sex or even masturbation, 24 hours later I know it was worth it.