Deep shaft apadravya cable tied

At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon Artist myself Studio at home

This is a story about my current piercing, a work in progress. I guess you could classify it as a shaft apadravya. Unlike most of the writers that send articles into BME, I am a long-time practitioner of penile piercing who does it mainly for the erotic pleasure it gives me. I could care less about going to a "professional" in a parlor or buying jewelry. I actually enjoy the endorphin rush that I get when I make it through an excruciating pain experience. I am fixated upon that most intensely sensitive part of my anatomy, my penis.

Over the years, I have regularly subjected my cock to the most stimulating physical manipulation I could tolerate. I have been careful to keep my enthusiasm short of destructive mutilation or any major damage that might decrease pleasurable response. I have punctured my shaft and glans with any number of pins, needles, cactus thorns etc. but not beyond the limits of healing. I have carefully and thoroughly attacked my hard cock with belts, sticks, wires, thistles, rubber hoses, and practically anything else I could get my hands on. I have rubbed my erection to bloody ejaculation on rocks, trees, fences, dirt trails and even rusty barbed wire and for the most part, have come away relatively unscathed. By now, you must think that I am a little crazy and maybe I am. But I am crazy for the pleasure that I get from the final release that builds up after prolonged torture.

Surprisingly, after all this time, I have sustained comparatively little permanent damage. All of my modifications are strictly home brew and I allow plenty of time between adventures for recuperation. My veteran member has a few distinctive abnormalities. For example, I sport a scarred-together meatomy. This unusual incision leaves a large pee hole, separated by a 5mm band of reattached tissue from a larger hole on the underside of my glans. My modified urethra has a second opening where my frenum used to be. I can run a three eighth inch diameter rod easily into the end of my penis and out through the opening in my urethra or I can direct the rod into the rest of my urethra from either hole.

My "meatomy" occurred a number of years ago when I was attempting to stretch my penis by leaning back on a rope attached to a massive tuna hook I had run through my homemade Prince Albert. I was enjoying the pain as it radiated into the soles of my feet when suddenly I heard a funny sound and found myself flat on my bare ass with my cock spurting blood all over me and the gravel in my backyard. I grabbed my shredded organ tight enough to stem the flow and surveyed the damage. It was not pretty. The tear was irregular and ragged. Wadded toilet paper and lots of duct tape allowed a partial fusion to occur and a few days later, I was able to apply smaller dressings and was primarily healed within two weeks. Did I mention that I heal quite rapidly?

Anyway, I behaved myself for a couple of years, in that I left my urethra alone and contented myself with suspending weights from fishing hooks I enjoyed sinking into the tender, soft tissue on the underside of my shaft. On a good day, I could come to orgasm by simply jerking the weights around in a swinging or dropping motion so that the taper of the hook stretched my tissue as it was pulled through. The sensations were incredible. I could get over an hour's worth of pleasure by working a ten gauge fishhook through half an inch of shrieking nerve endings using as much as two quarter pound weights. Within only a few days of this kind of "exercise," I would feel fine and be ready to try an alternate site while the other continued to heal. All this action was in addition to what you could call a normal sex life. I also devised an intriguing adaptation of surgical towel clips so that they functioned like miniature ice tongs. But that is another story.

Within the last two years, through reading BME, I decided that I needed something more. I decided on an apadravya but wanted it to start up behind the crest of my glans and exit out the lower opening in my urethra. This would allow me to regain the hefty purchase through the end of my cockhead that I had lost when I tore myself into my impromptu meatomy. The plan was well thought out. I wanted to avoid the major vessels lying along the dorsum of my shaft lest I affect my erection or sensitivity. I wanted to begin behind the crest of the glans and guide my piercing forward and downward, just clearing the end of the erectile tissue and dropping immediately into the urethra. In effect, the path would be a tunnel, dissecting the glans from its underlying attachment, and lying right over the tough, ligamentous capsule.

My motto has always been to start small and enjoy the stretch. With this technique, there is very little bleeding and a maximum of stimulation. By constantly repeating the process with larger instruments, the piercing can in effect takes months and if it is allowed to heal into relapse, even years. This project was no exception. I started with a straight pin in the mid-line behind the glans. This proved to be an extremely sensitive spot and after half an hour of sweating pressure, I had only penetrated a few millimeters. My feet, legs and of course my cock ached like hell and I decided to rest for a few days. For the next session, I used anesthetic (without vasoconstrictor) and made it all the way through. No more anesthesia was used from then on. I followed the fresh path with a thin sewing needle and mono-filament nylon line that I flamed to a ball on both ends and left in place to heal. In a couple of days, the nylon was loose so I clipped and removed it and followed with larger nylon after stretching with a tapered needle. For many weeks, I gradually increased the size until I got to about 18 gauge where I ran out of fishing tackle.

I decided to graduate to "weedwacker" stock and cruised the hardware stores. Those lines start small and get large fast. I got 18, 16, 14, 12 and 10 gauge sizes. By cutting the ends at an angle with a very sharp blade, I was able to replicate the cutting edge of a hypodermic needle. Stretching, cutting, pushing, pulling, and eventually sawing with the smaller sizes produced excruciating and bloody progress. Healing went so well that I could leave the lines out so that the tract would close down and normalize. When the "tunnel" became soft and comfortable to squeezing, it was time to go at it again. Finally, I reached 10 gauge. By now, I had a persistent collar of tough scar tissue around the opening on the top of my shaft, just behind the glans' crest.

Now I began work on my latest fantasy. I imagined what it would be like to be shackled by my cock to something with a nylon cable tie. A thin, 10" nylon cable tie is larger than my tunnel when it is comfortable. But the ties have a tapered end and can be started into the opening with some force. Copious quantities of petrolatum, a husky carpet needle for stretching and lots of pain allowed me to force the tie through the top of my shaft and out the bottom hole in my urethra. Success! But man does it hurt. Each time I do this, I remove some of the fresh, urethral tissue that has grown into the tract. Once through, I pull the tie its entire length and then reverse the process and pull it out . . . Holy Shit! ... and let it heal.

Well that has been the routine for the last 8 weeks. Now, about every three or four days, I can cram a well lubricated tie in and run it back and forth. That collar is always tight and sensitive. It hurts so good! Yes, that band of scar tissue tightens up and one of these days I will have to cut it. Have you noticed how THICK those cable ties are? And those serrated ridges are sharp. You work that puppy back and forth a number of times and all sorts of red stuff comes out, and its not just blood either. It stings too and then stays delightfully tender for two or three days.

I have an 8" sound that I made from the end of the plastic rod used to adjust a mini-blind. It is hexagonal and a full 5/16" across the flats. I have notched the outer end to accept the cable tie and drilled an oval hole through it about ¾" in from the notch. I drive the sound through the end of my penis into my urethra until it butts up against my prostate junction. Then, rotating and positioning the sound until it lines up with my tunnel, I force a well-lubricated cable tie into my dorsal opening and fish around until I get it through the sound and out the lower hole. Then pulling the cable tie all the way through (ouch ! . . oh yeh, that has to remove a lot of epithelium), I curve the pointy end forward and upward, snap it into the sound's end notch and pass it through the tie's capture mechanism. ZZZIIIIIIIIiiipppp, I snug it up. Wow! The only way I can get this thing off is to cut it and I need tools to do that.

It feels incredible and I know that if I go away from the proper tools, I cannot reverse the situation. I have a built in, intractable, obviously perverse hard-on. It makes me feel so vulnerable. I wonder if I have the nerve to go out to some hiking trails and install this bugger. I could wear a loose shirt and just barely cover it. Of course, I would have to wear it all the way home. Maybe I should make a shorter sound and try wearing it in the car or even biking. Really outrageous thoughts are racing through my mind and the possibilities seem limitless. Could you cable tie someone to a tree by his cock and leave him for awhile? How about being cable tied by your cock, stark naked, to the back porch of your vacation cabin while your partner visits in the front yard with the new couple from across the street? Or what about being cabled to a chair and being smeared with cat food in the presence of several hungry cats? And then, your captor drives off for an hour or more?

The thoughts just keep coming and cumming. Wait 'til you hear what I did today. That short sound I mentioned? Well I made one and went out shopping. Getting the cable tie in the new sound was a bloody bitch. It took over a dozen tries and made a hell of a mess. Anyway, I finally got it installed and when I sat down in the car, I damn near passed out from the pain. This is involved, I'll continue in a later correspondence.