At A Glance
Author	ShadowDrake
Contact	ShadowDrake@bme.anon
When	It just happened
Artist	Margie
Studio	Creative Visions
Location	Monterey, CA

Ahh, One would think that most people aren't stupid/crazy enough to pierce a nerve center. I know many women who have pierced clit hoods, but very few with pierced clits. I have met VERY few males who have pierced their manhood, whether it be anywhere below the belt.

I myself have had 2 tattoos and a few piercings. When I was 18 I got my first tattoo and my ears pierced. Later I got my second tattoo in college. I hit 19 and I got my ears stretched to 10 guage, and gradually went up to 6 guage. I was first beginning my stretching, and I felt I messed up cause I had a nice infection in my left ear, so I said screw it, dropped some antibiotics, and closed my earholes. Now they've completely healed.

About a year and 2 months ago, I had my first pierced junk experience. Most people know that pain and piercing can be extremely addictive, and I was in that 'god, what can I do next' mode. Then I made my first few visits to BME and explored. I thought a genital piercing would be rather *cough* interesting, but I didn't want to go with the prince albert for 2 reasons:
1. Too common for a male genital piercing. That's usually what people think of when they hear about a pierced dick.
2. Problem with a Prince Albert is that because the ring exits the urethra through the 'main hole' (heh, before the piercing), it usually causes problems for urinating because the urine streamlines off the ring and sprays wildly.

So I ended up piercing MYSELF. TWICE.

I ended up getting 2 frenum piercings, which I preformed myself. They were nearly flawless in positioning, seeing as how these were really the first piercings I had done myself (I had only stretched holes before).

Note: Must reccomend getting it professionally done, not everyone's as good as I am.

They were beautiful. There's nothing like shiny steel decorating your instrument of pleasure. The one thing I had against the frenum piercing was that it was a surface piercing on an area that can get used quite a bit (quite like the dyode), and therefore it had a chance of tearing or becoming uncomfortable after extended periods of 'use.'

So, six months after I had the piercings put in, I took them out and let the holes close. God, I missed them for a long time, and in ways I still do. But it was fun, because it was only a surface piercing, and therefore it healed perfectly fine when I removed them. They'd been given a few nicknames by people I'd shown them to or the two that, umm..., rode them. "Speedbumps" and "Stairway to heaven" were too of the favorites as I recall.

So recently I sat back down and became anxious for a new pain, a new piercing, a new little friend. I recalled the old days when I searched through BME and remembered the one piercing that I had wanted so bad, but at the time I was intimidated and no piercing studios in the area preformed that procedure - The Apadravya.

So I went over BME for weeks, doing research all across the net and making a concrete decision. I was going to do it. I called up a local studio. Last friday I went in to the studio and made an apointment for tuesday. That was yesterday as of this story.

I must say, as nervous as one would think I'd be, I was perfectly calm and ready for it. I knew beforehand that it would likely rank in the number of most painful events of my life. I was ready for that.

In a way, I feel that pain is the gateway to acknowledging and understanding both reality and existance, for through pain we know we are alive and conscious.

So I went to the studio with a good friend of mine whom I trusted, just incase something went wrong. I even brough my camcorder, cause hell, I was gonna get this goddam event on tape.

I met my piercer and went over the procedure, aftercare, warnings, measuring, and all the other preperations, and she was very professional about it all. Unfortunately, the longest barbell she had at the time was 3/4 inch, for I was getting pierced at 12g, so I knew beforehand it would pinch rather well when I 'got excited.' Later we made an arangement to come in after the weekend and change the barbell to accomodate my diameter.

Btw, she even commented on how well the placement of my frenum piercings were, cause the marks were still there, and she said it was professional. Now there's some encouragement.

She was out of Zylocaine, and warned me I'd feel every throbbing pulse of bursting pain as the needle drove through one of my nerve centers, and I said go for it. I like pain when I can embrace it.

So I laid down on the table, my friend grabbed the cam and started recording. The whole procedure took about 8 minutes on film. NO, don't go "oh Jeesus...", for it was only a few seconds of actual pain. A large portion of the time was the actual inserting of the recieving tube, because she was going to pierce it "PA style" first. I.E., pierce the prince albert, and then come back in and align for the apadravya - the full vertical piercing through the head of the penis.

The first piercing, the PA, took about 2 seconds. Easiest part. She pushed the needle through no prob. Didn't even hurt as far as I was concerned.

The second piercing was probably around 15-20 seconds. It was longer than other reports of the piercing I've read, because she used this method so she didn't have to use the clamps (which cause just as much pain as the piercing, and also cause bruising and ruptured vessels, extending the healing time by far).

Shots of pain, and when I watched the video later that night, it sounded like I was orgasming from the pain. Not the case, but one of those "Oh, oh... oh shit, SHIT" moments. No screaming, just embracing the pain. My friend who recorded the thing was paler than I have ever been in my life, and the camera was literally shaking at the end of the filming. Not that I blame him in the least.

The piercing finished, my body's sugar burned away and I felt the rush of adrenalyne and euphoria as the endorphines kicked in. Absolutely wonderful. I've never done drugs in my life, but I was high as a kite. She slipped the barbell in and I had a new 12 guage hole in my body. There was suprisingly little bleeding, and my piercer was actually quite suprised on that fact.

We went up front to pay after a few minutes of just enjoying the euphoria and the cleanup, and slipping a glove over my shlong.

I tipped the piercer, and was extremely suprised that it didn't hurt (even a day later, except for a sligh throb every once and a while).

I had stares from a few of the guys waiting to get tattoos, one of those "I can't believe you just did that... you the man. You the fucking man..." looks. I watched the video outside the studio when we showed it to another friend of mine coincidenally who had just gotten a tatto done there. I find it quite amusing to watch 'em cringe in sympathy pain when I rather enjoyed it. I'm not a massochist, mind you, but everything has it's merits.

I've had very little bleeding, and my first piss was slightly painful as I passed the razors and blood clot, but nothing overpowering. I was slightly glad that I got the shorter barbell for the first few days, for it keeps me from bleeding but I'm afraid that it might not be able to breathe well. So I'll get a 1" or a 1 1/4" barbell put in over the weekend after a few days of healing. Daily showers and saline soaks have always worked well on previous piercings, and should do just as well on this one.

I've had quite interesting reactions from people. Mind you, I am fully heterosexual, so I find women's comments most interesting. I've already had a proposition and a wonderous exclimation from a couple. Of course, every guy cringes at the mere thought of it. Hey, pain's not for everyone.

I wasn't concerned about the abstinance, because I've got the mindset to wait for a good relationship before getting involved in sex (reduces my chances for unwanted suprises later), so I figure I can wait a few months. Besides, that's one main reason I got the piercing, so the wait should be well worth it.

Heh... I'll just have to wait and see.