After traveling to SF for my PA, and to Chicago for my nipple piercings, I decided to travel another direction for a pair of dydoes. The piercer advertised in a national magazine and I looked forward to the 4-hour drive across the mid-western countryside. I drove to the city, stayed overnight in a comfortable hotel, and kept my 10:00 a.m. appointment the next day. The studio was in the man's home in a room just off the kitchen. "Arne's" wife met me at the door and then excused herself to another part of the house.Arne and I talked for a few minutes, then he collected his fee and the price of the jewelry, gave me a receipt, and asked me to drop my pants and jockeys and sit in the big, old-fashion red leather barber's chair. He reclined the back so that I was half sitting, half lying, in front of him with legs spread and my dick and balls exposed. He examined my PA and complimented me on it.
He went through a measuring process deciding, for some unknown reason, that one barbell should be a little longer than the other. Then he took great care and a little longer than I had anticipated to do the usual washing, swabbing and sterilizing procedures, the sensations of which caused partial arousal of my dick. He laid out all of the equipment and jewelry and made the ink marks for the entrance and exit points on each side of my corona. He attached the forceps in a painful grip on the right side, nervously took the needle from the sterile package, "aimed" and "plunged it towards the mark. The needle went through!
Then, instead of removing the forceps with just the needle in place, Arne proceeded to push the needle through and out putting the barbell, with a stationary ball on one end, in place. He then screwed the removable ball onto the other end of the barbell. Now, in his way of doing things, it was time to release and remove the forceps. The problem was that the triangular opening in the forceps was smaller than the balls on the barbell! He unscrewed the removable ball to free that end but there was no way to get the forceps from the other end. So, he pulled the barbell out of my dick head, got rid of the forceps and then tried to force the barbell back into the fresh piercing. Blood was flowing. Do I need to say anything about pain?! I demanded that he stop. He dressed my wounded member, encasing it in gauze and Kleenex and a latex glove, refunded my money, and I hit the road for the long drive home.
Arne phoned me several days later offering huge apologies and begging me to come back to try it again once the wound was healed. He promised to have the proper jewelry on the "next try" and he would not charge me for the piercing service. Several months later I went back! (I tell you of my own stupidity only because I hope someone else will learn by it.)
On the second visit everything was about the same (Arne's wife was not there and he was much more cordial to me than on the first visit). He went through the same drop-your-pants-sit-spread-your-legs routine and again admired my PA with tender fingers followed by the usual washing, swabbing and sterilizing procedures When it was time for the piercing(s) he did not place the point of the needle at the insertion point(s) and push, but drew back an inch or two and lunged at the target(s). The barbells were "imbedded" in my dick head with little bleeding and everything seemed O.K. I paid for the jewelry, nervously tried to make small talk for a few minutes, then excused myself and drove back home. Everything healed fine.
Many months later I realized that the two dydoes were shifting but didn't understand what was happening. I moved to Texas later that year and went to see Stace Maples at Skin and Bones (Dallas) to have my nipples re-pierced (another story). I told him about the dydoes and he suggested to me that they were migrating to the surface (because they were improperly placed). I took them out and have never tried to put them back in - the holes are permanently closed.
Maybe I'll try dydoes again someday with an experienced piercer; I really liked them while I had them. In the mean time, Stace has done my ampallang, apadravya and guiche. Kevin, at Skin and Bones, has done my pubic piercing and, being a metalsmith, bored a horizontal hole through my U-tube (Prince's Wand) so that I can wear it being held in place with the apadravya barbell. I'm very happy with everything.
Postscript: I talked to the "dydoe piercer" several more times during the second healing process during which he "encouraged" me to come back for a visit. He wanted to be my friend. He finally admitted to me that he is bi-sexual and that he had a greater desire to have sex with me, as with some of his other male customers, than doing the piercing(s). The moral of this true story is: make sure your piercer is a professional, regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation, and knows how to correctly do the piercing you want done. If he/she doesn't do it right the first time, fine another piercer.