Then he clamped down gently onto the glans of my penis. Told me to breathe in deeply. And counted one...two. Pierced.
At A Glance Author LastSticker Contact bengetarian@yahoo.com IAM LastSticker When A month ago Artist Edd Studio Prix Location Pasadena, CA
This scene was years in the making. I had wanted a genital piercing ever since I found out that they were commonly done in ways other than a PA, I just hate PAs. No offense, it's just not for me. I had looked at frenum ladders, pallangs, and apadravyas and they all looked like they were valid choices. In fact I will be adding one of those in about 2 weeks.
I had an odd childhood, no control of anything in my realm, all things out of place all the time, no stability, nothing to rely on. It wasn't terrible just odd. However I had a very sexually strict mother who was exceptionally conservative in her views on sexuality (she was fine with whatever sexuality people chose, just conservative, Mormon actually). She taught me that masturbation was wrong at the age of 7 and told me that it was disrespectful to all women to look at them nude for sexual gratification. She also had a degree in Psychology and Human Development; so you would think that she would realize that boys look at naked girls if they like girls and naked boys if they like boys. It's how males are. She however taught us strictly that it was wrong and degrading to ourselves and to all women on earth. She may have been right too, I am still not sure, but at 7-9 years old I believed her, after all, girls still had cooties.
My mother had been raped as a young girl many times by many people. She had her reasons.
Adolescence came along with a heavy dosage of reality. I really wanted to have sex; with just about anything. I always felt guilty for these feelings, tried to hide them completely or banish them from my mind. Nevertheless I felt guilty just for thinking about people sexually. My father was the mormon direct blood in the family, and he was all about discipline, but he was a faulted mormon, in fact not one at all, he had sex with everyone but his wife, who was very prudent sexually because of a traumatic past. He was not sly in any way, it was always obvious that he was seeing other women, he never though we knew. He was always talking about girls' asses, and tits, or hips or something...whenever we were away from mom. It was confusing to me as a young boy, I was taught to notice the bodies of girls and differentiate between good and bad looking. Taught to see whether a girl was hot or whether she was a butterface (Nice but her face), or whether she was just useful for business issues, meaning ugly. My father was (still is) a superficial moron.
My father was raised rich and spoiled rotten by his counties most famous doctor, his father. His father then commit suicide, and his mom went into alcohol; he was a mess as well.
Then there was me. I was dealing with my sexuality the best I could, and I would say I did fairly well learning that sex is ok and that it's different for who you share it with and blah. Anyhow, I then learned that I was not sexually satisfying for my partners. This was of great distress, as it was not related to my size, but how long I could last; I would later find ways around this, but for the time being it was out of my control. Perhaps my sexually distressed upbringing causes nervousness during sex for me, I don't know what it is, but I can't last at all. The only part that was really bad about this was that it was out of my control. I didn't know how to change it, and girls don't talk enough to learn how to go down on them until a little later in life. I always have and always will hate feeling out of control of a situation. I never felt right sexually. Ever. Sex always preceded guilt... Guilt led to paranoia. I had terrible trouble with the physical aspect of my relationships. Until age 19 I had no idea of what to do, and I wasn't willing to go to therapy at the time, though my psychiatrist suggested it.
I pierced my nipples
It was a great thing, I felt like I claimed a part of my body back from my childhood, that weighed so much on my. I soon pierced my navel, septum and my ears. The truth however was that as soon as I had my nipple experience I knew that I wanted to pierce my penis. I knew that it would help me claim my sexuality for my own.
I looked at all types of genital piercings, and considered each one seriously. I came to the conclusion that I wanted first either an Apadravya or a Frenum Ladder of 3 piercings. Apadravya seemed to stand out most I decided on it.
My old piercer was gone, so I decided to get a test piercing with a guy at Prix in Pasadena. Edd was the piercer there and I got my tongue pierced by him to see what he was like, and if I wanted him to pierce my Apadravya in a few weeks. He was great, fast smooth precise, very good, very good. I was pleased and decided to see what his aftercare was like. He gave me 4 Tsp. Non-Iodized Sea Salt to gargle with up to 4 times a day. I followed his mixing instructions and the tongue was fine in 2 weeks, I went back to downsize the bar and asked if he could do an Apadravya at the moment, it being Friday night at 10:30 pm. The place was busy, but he squeezed me in. He was really great.
He began talking about random stuff, maybe jewelry, maybe the APP some topic in the industry. Anyhow, he's prepping everything and tells me to take off my pants. I do and I sit down in the chair, with my legs slightly spread. My fiancée sitting 6 feet away watching.
"Ben." Edd said.
"What's up?" Says I.
"I was telling her this while you were signing forms; and I wasn't gonna tell you, but last time I did an Apadravya I did 3 in one day, and 2 went smooth as ice, the third one caught a little at the end, it needed an extra hard push at the end," he said muffled through a surgical mask.
"I have had similar things happen before it will pass if it happens again." I said confidently silently thinking 'GOD please don't catch.
He marked me up and measured a little. Then asked "what side of the Frenum do you want it to come out on, I already know where I want it to come out?"
"You're the piercer man, I trust you." I meant it.
He clamped me and talked about breathing. I felt a little nervous now. I hadn't at all until then. Needle was in his hand, and I was a little nervous.
"We count to three ok. 1 is a deep breath in, 2 is out, 3 is deep breath in, and then when you exhale I pierce you, unless you hold your breath then we start all over. 1..."
I breathed in thinking "NO CATCH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE"
"2" I breathed out
And he pierced me; I kept up my breathing, while the needle entered the top of my glans. Then I feel this jamming sharp pain near my urethra, the needle had caught. This hurt bad. I am sure I was making terrible faces and, as my fiancée later informed me, I was. I squeezed the chair; I tried to keep my legs open. "You're done," Edd said reassuringly. But I obviously wasn't he was still pushing. I was fighting the pain at this point. Endorphins were gone. We were 9-12 seconds into pushing this needle now.
"You're done," he repeated about a second after the first. I however still wasn't pierced.
Then intense hot pain shot through my urethra,
"Now it's just jewelry and you are done, Ben." Edd spoke in a calm tone.
".......Was that a catch?"
"Yeah, a bad one, but the piercing is perfect, let's get that needle out of you."
8g Barbell insertion didn't really hurt, it just felt weird. I stood up in no pain. I felt fine. Edd told me that I would probably bleed from sleep erections for a few nights and up to 2 weeks. I tipped him heavily and left happy as hell. He suggested letting warm water in the shower be my sole cleanser for this piercing, use clean 1-tips to clean crusties from the barbell. Sea Salt soaks were authorized for whenever I felt like it. He also said urination might change a little, which it didn't.
2 weeks later I am not in any pain really at all unless the barbell is pushed around suddenly. The piercing looks great and the aftercare couldn't be simpler. I can't wait to finally be able to use my newly claimed penis. It really does finally feel like it's mine. I am very happy. My journey to 2g Apadravya is on its way and a Frenum ladder is soon too follow. Overall my experience was wonderful and I am very pleased with my little bar. Unfortunately I think the bar is slightly too large for my fiancée to really fit easily and it gets caught in her throat. When it heals more I will be able to take it out for her to go down on me I suppose... Anyhow not much more to say. Peace.