At A Glance
Author	Joshua Paul
Contact	Joshua Paul@bme.anon
IAM	josh40000
When	A week ago
Artist	Steve
Studio	Cape Fear
Location	Greenville, NC

Today was a pretty boring day, besides the fact that it was my eighteenth birthday! And the fact that I paid a man to stab me. I had been planning to have my penis pierced for some time now -about two years or so, but I was never sure if I'd actually have the gall I do it. I called Steve at Cape Fear (who, earlier in the year had dermal punched my helix) and inquired as to whether or not he would have the material necessary to do it. He did.

The piercing I yearned for is very size dependant. It is an Apadrayva, which is a barbell (layman's term: tongue ring) traveling vertically through the glans (head) of the penis. Prince Alberts are more widely known -but I wanted to up the ante, plus I just don't like PA's. He only had one large barbell in stock, and said I needed to come on down and see if the barbell would be the right size for my size. There's usually always a snag or three when I go to get something new or "more extreme", so in my glass-half-empty outlook, I was sure the barbell was not going to fit. I figured I'd have to wait another few weeks, then the day of, Steve would no doubt be involved in a freak accident, maybe both his hands broken by a weird voodoo curse, or he'd be maimed while doing karaoke. I was expecting anything. But he checked my ID, and told me to come on back to this sterile little room to do some measurements.

I felt nervous about whipping my cock out for an acquaintance, but he laughed and said, "Don't worry. I touch penises all day!" With that bit of assurance, I dropped my pants and closed my eyes, and he went to work with calipers and pens and markers. It looked like he was doing a math problem; I was waiting for the compass and calculator, perhaps even a protractor. Well, everything was in ship-shape, the barbell fit and the only thing I had to do was wait for the everything to be autoclaved.

I sat in the waiting room, grooving out on all the wild tapestries and decorations, but really just trying to keep my mind from looping on the fact that I was getting ready to have a large needle stuck through my manhood. Steve was making random clickety-clack noises in the background, and my heart was blurring into one long gallop, but that's all part of the fun. It's the pre-mod jitters. I did the obligatory paper work, and was asked for my ID again, and he marveled that I had just turned eighteen that very day. "What a way to celebrate!"

I was rather nervous. I wont lie. This was unknown territory for me, and I didn't know what to expect. Then he called me back I dropped trowel, was lying there on this doctor's table with a bright light in my face and my pants on the floor beside me. My darting eyes happened upon a shiny metal tray of things that didn't look like they'd be pleasant anywhere near my dangly bits. I started my breathing exercise to get everything in a rhythm and relax me. My piercer, Steve, told me to take three deep breaths and I knew it was go time. My heart was beating with such fervor, I feared it was trying to escape from my chest.

Then, the most incredible sensation I have ever felt encompassed my body like the hottest heat imaginable -yet it didn't burn. It was like being shot off into space. The pain ripped through me in the best way possible, shooting into my head like a speed-addled pinball of electricity, then down into my toes as if each toe were going to pop off like a series of champagne corks. The whiteness stole over me, separating spirit from flesh, mind from body and took me away, all in a split second. My back seized into an arch and the breath was burgled from my lungs. When I regained the ability to breath, it failed me quickly in the form of an urgent groan that was retched with agony, yet it was somehow significant -triumphant even. I looked down as he turned to his tray for the jewelry, and there was a needle the size of a small drink straw jutting from the top of my penis, leering out at me like a bloody smile. I hastily diverted my eyes so that my brain didn't have time to connect the images to the sensation. He then inserted the jewelry behind the needle, which felt like a hot blade playing hop-skotch in my genitals.

I wanted to look, but I was dizzy from the endorphins that were were scribbling beautiful havoc throughout my being. I came back down to earth a bit, and then looked at the large piece of metal that had just been shoved through my downstairs region, and then the perma-grin hit. A smile as big as an ocean immerged on my face and I was utterly defenseless against its presence. I was overcome.

We took a couple of pictures for his portfolio, and I took some with with my camera for posterity. He wrapped my bleeding, abused member in gauze, and secured a rubber glove around it to catch blood, and keep it out of the way. It looked like a rooster. I stayed still on the table for a few minutes afterwards, trying to gather my wits, catch my breath, and slow the cacophonous, rampaging drum-solo my heart was imitating. Steve of course made sure I was ok and he ran over the after-care list. He gave me sea salt to clean it with and I gave him his money, plus a nine dollar tip (it would've been ten, but I bought a candy bar while waiting earlier. ) I thanked him enthusiastically and we shot the shit for a while, then we each bid our adieu and I waddled out the door.

I've had the piercing for a week now, and seem to be less modest. Lot's of curious people want to see it, and sometimes I'm happy to oblige them. The first day of healing was ok. When I used the bathroom the water looked like red Kool-aid, but it was that painful -it just seemed kind of blocked. I'm also happy to report that I don't have a problem with the sprinkler effect. I seemed to have a permanent erection that bled from every hole, so that was a bit painful. My girlfriend was leaving for college, so on the third day I wanted to give it a dry run, just to see how bothersome it would be. It was not that bad, but I did bleed a bit, and the condom broke (which was another facet of the experiment). Pulling out was painful, and I felt kind of stuck. After a week it seems to be doing pretty well. Hopefully it will heal properly and soon. I've got a few girls that are anxious to try it. *wink*