Here in Ireland it is very hard to find any one with a similar
interest. In my experience I have only come across one other who
would be willing to go as far with piercing as I would like to. That
is not to say that there's no one here but if they are they're most
likely not telling any one about it. It is not unknown for people to
be put in prison simply for supplying a service to another human
being, be it a piercing or a simple spanking. I mean if people knew
I had any metal in my pants whatsoever I would probably have to
suffer for it, be it from the locals or from the very police
themselves. Small towns you just got to love em!Well any way on with my experience. My friend and I had been discussing what we could do to add a bit of spice to our selves. I had been for some time thinking about a bar running straight through my scrotum front to back. Uncannily when my friend decided to check out the viability of this piercing we found that it already existed. It was of course the trans- scrotal! We looked at the picture on BME and thought that it was feasible.
So after some more mulling it over we decided to go ahead. My friend was on his way to London for a shopping trip and decided to pick up some jewellery for the job while he was there. This is because it is impossible to get any decent piercing equipment in Ireland. When he got there he found the longest barbell he could buy with having to get one custom made was 34mm long. He got home and we looked at the jewellery and we looked at my balls. It would be a bit tight but we figured it would only be uncomfortable while any swelling occurred. This we figured would go down fairly quickly, as it tends to do with other genital adornment.
So I lay back on his bed with my legs spread and prayed for luck. He clamped the area and popped the needle through. I had expected a lot more pain with the actual piercing, but was pleasantly surprised at how little occurred. We were both pleased with the result and adjourned downstairs for a cup of tea. During the rest of that first day swelling didn't seem too much to worry about and we thought we were pretty much home free. I left his house and we were both eager to get to work on his.
The next day I was experiencing some discomfort but not so much as to warrant any fear or so it seamed at the time. I went about my business as usual and thought nothing much of it. I went round to my friends house and he had a look, we were at that point both agreed on waiting for him to get it done and he was looking forward to having "a cool set of balls" as he put it.
Day three seemed much the same as before but the balls on the barbell did seem a little more swallowed in ball tissue. I was worried and so did the same as the other two days. That night I went over to my girlfriend's house to stay the night. I showered when I arrived and elected to keep my pants off for the rest of the evening to let nature take its course. My girlfriend was not very happy with this new addition to my genitalia but put up with it all the same. We went to bed but I just couldn't sleep. It wasn't really a pain that I had but a very severe and frustrating discomfort. I went into the bathroom to take a look and I just could not see the barbell from the front or the back. At this point I was getting a little frightened, and was not sure what to do. So I sat on the loo to think. After some minutes I elected to try and forget about it and get some sleep and deal with it in the morning. I tried to forget about it for three hours in all. At this point my testicles hurt so much I was afraid to move but knew I had to. I gingerly got back to the bathroom. With a titanic effort I managed to extract the ball on the front of the barbell from my sack and gripped it tightly. I then reached round and rooted out the second ball. It was then that I found my over cautious friend had made sure those balls were good and tight. After much huffing puffing and cursing I managed to release the evil contraption from my body and shambled back to my less than coherent partner.
The next day I was still in some considerable discomfort, but the relief to be free of the evil appendage out weighed this. I went round to my friend's place to curse him blind for talking me in to this mess. Looking back, in one way I'm glad I did it. Of course I wish it had gone better but I think we know where we made our mistakes and so I get to stick one in him once we get the proper equipment for the job. No obvious scar tissue remains where the wound occurred and the tissue in my actual scrotum seems to have dispersed.
Our devil may care attitude has taught me to love my balls a little more and in future to treat them with a little more respect. I love you balls please don't hurt me like that again!
My email address is festeringsore@hotmail.com
[Note: This goes to show how serious a piercing this is. It needs to be done almost surgically -- the front and back halves should be sutured together. -- Shannon]