As startling, as outrageous, as the pictures were of penises with nails through their heads, I knew someday I would have one. Overcoming fears of pain and irreversible damage to the organ of pleasure, took years and other piercings, nipple, navel, Prince Albert, and finally dydoe, exploring the flesh, learning about pain and healing, and overcoming some basic deep seated fears.
At A Glance Author beeperfreaker Contact beeperfreaker@bme.anon When It just happened Artist myself Studio home The spongy tissue of the glans, the head at the end of the rock hard, blood filled shaft, this is the organ that plays the high notes, the siren that beckons insistently to the organs below to inevitably deliver in orgasmic delight!
And so, after obsessive research of other's experiences on the internet, and clinical study of my own flesh to come under the cut, and reviews of my own previous experiences, I received the 10 gauge hollow piercing needle and 10 gauge 1 and 1/8th inch surgical steel straight barbell in the mail, and set about to perform this operation without further delay. The needle and barbell were sealed in plastic envelopes said on their covers to be sterile, so I didn't boil them in water for 20 minutes recommended for non-sterile jewelry, if no auto clave is available. I had used this boiling method before with success. I set aside the Bacitracin ointment as lubricant, and put a dark towel down over a plastic sheet on my bed, to catch blood if necessary.
This was going to be a piece of cake, I surmised, knowing that the PA had already done half the job. That was the part of the new piercing that would later rest on the outside against clothing. It would protect the inner side like a bandage, and hold the end of the barbell that would move the most, without pain or bleeding.
The flesh from the inner wall of the urethra to the outside of the glans was, when pinched, only about a quarter inch, not a whole lot for the needle to navigate, or to endure! Nonetheless, it took an hour or more to gather up the courage to slide the needle to the inside wall of the urethra, and break the skin. The pain was intense, but not unbearable, as, bit by bit, I could feel the needle cutting through the flesh. I tried to keep it headed to the exit point I wanted it to come out, but the further I got, the worse the pain, the more I instinctively drew the needle up.
Just before it broke the skin, the pain was the most intense. Then, when I could feel the point with my finger, the blood started beading out of the little hole. Wiping it distracted me from pushing the needle through, and I lost the hole. Finding it again was even more painful, with more blood flowing out and burying the exit. Blood was also coagulating at the other end of the needle, it's entry through the urethra, making it difficult to slide through. I smeared more Bacitracin through the top of the urethra onto the needle, and worked it into the cut, pushing the needle in its inexorable journey through that quarter inch of flesh, feeling every millimeter, in ever intense pain.
Finally, it pushed through, helped by the lubrication from the other end, wet blood, and sheer determination. What I imagined to be quick and easy, turned out to be an epic journey of pain and anguish, taking at least twenty minutes, and I still had to follow through with the barbell!
That took another half hour, at least. The needle was so tight, and the blood in the hole seemed to be thickening inside the wound and drying in the hot air, I managed only a very slow and deliberate push, all the while, millimeter by millimeter, trying to maintain contact of the barbell and the hollow needle, careful not misalign the barbell. But at the skin of the outpoint, the most painful part of the passage, the needle popped out before the barbell was through. For the next eternity, I fished around with the barbell to find the exit point on the skin, obscured by blood. Just before deciding to pull it out and try again by re-inserting the needle (ouch!), I bit my lip and pushed with excruciating slowness, feeling it all the way, finally getting the barbell through. It sealed the hole and the bleeding stopped.
In all the desperate pinching of flesh, and using a relatively fat 10 gauge needle, the piercing ended up a little higher than I had wanted, but being exactly half way up the glans, I was happy. It was sitting in the groove between the two bumps of erectile tissue that swell up from the shaft. I found this out this morning, an exquisite sensation I look forward to when it is no longer accompanied by pain!
With the healed PA piercing in front, I can carry this fresh one without too much pain. Spots of dried blood appear 24 hours later when the barbell moves, caused by movements and blood flowing into the head from time to time. It did not hurt when I twisted the barbell in the shower. I hope it will heal in a few weeks, like the PA did. For awhile, I'll have to wear loose underwear! It is somewhat disconcerting to feel the barbell move when bending forward. I gingerly squat to pick something up or tie my shoes!
Looking forward to stretching it already, to compliment the PA, which is at 1 gauge, although both will have to be smaller (for a time!) to share the same space.
Do it. But beware of doing it yourself! Perhaps a smaller, say 14 or 12 gauge needle would have gone through easier and ended up exactly where intended. Perhaps clamping the flesh and marking it would have been more exact. But even so, having to think creatively under such desperate circumstances, is definitely worth giving up to the cool nerves of a professional piercer. Words to the wise.