One day I decide to impress my girlfriend. I decided to give her a type of leash so she could control me since I am into S&M. I went over to a friend's to get my foreskin pierced. The guy was very reluctant to do so because he had never done this before since he mainly dealt with tongue, navel, and eyebrow piercing. After a few hours of persuasion, plus a promise/signed contract not to sue him for anything that goes wrong with my penis, he finally brought out this 14-gauge needle, and one tongue barbell, per my instructions. I was going to attach a rope to this barbell, to become the literal Freak on a Leash, and let my girlfriend lead me around, with hopefully gentle tugs on the rope, otherwise, I'd be in the biggest world of hurt. My first feelings as I went to my good friend's house was that this was going to be a unique, and different, experience that I would never forget. Until I saw the needle, the barbell, and the latex gloves, which made me a little nervous, for this guy wasn't as straight as an arrow in the least. Now my mind was racing, thinking on the possible levels of pain, or pleasure, I could derive from this foray into a new world pf piercing for me. I've had almost everything except my genitals/foreskin pierced, and I was thinking this to be just yet another routine piercing. After doing a few choice drugs, (me, not him) I had settled into a nice standing position, even though he told me to lay down, I wasn't about to have to strain my neck to see what he was doing. After a few minutes of talking me down, (me, not my penis!) He ran the needle under a nice hot flame, and then an alcohol bath to sterilize the needle even further, he proceeded to put into the autoclave next to his tattoo gun, and wiped off any alcohol or carbon-fouled residue from the length of the needle.
Before the piercing, he decided he might as well sterilize my penis, even though I think he was deriving some kind of perverted pleasure out of doing so, by washing it clean with some Dial anti-bacterial liquid soap, and some hot water. That is the only time I will EVER allow another person, except my woman, to touch Elvis, as my girlfriend affectionately dubbed my penis. Don't ask why, her mind is like that, and I myself couldn't figure that one out, because I don't like the King. He told me exactly what he was going to do in just a few simple (right) relatively easy steps (Can I get a communal Bull-shit from the crowd?) and assured me for one last time that this shouldn't hurt too much. I never understood why he grinned as he said that, I don't think I ever want to know. Unceremoniously, he grabbed my penis, held it hard, and inserted the needle very slowly, which I did not like at all, the pain nearly unbearable, through my foreskin. Whoever said anything about not feeling anything in your foreskin was a liar. Very little blood flowed, to my surprise, only a few drops. Of course, he was holding my penis rather tight. After the needle went through, he followed the needle with the barbell, and the screw threads hurt like a mother going in. It finally went through, and he screwed the other end of the barbell on. He stressed majorly about the proper care of the piercing, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, iodine, the works. I told him I would do so, yet the second I walked out of the door, I had nearly forgotten all about the cleaning, until the next day when my penis started burning, and my foreskin was totally swollen, to a point where it was nearly purple. I immediately rushed to my bathroom, and started pouring all kinds of disinfectants and other stuff onto the piercing to clean it out in hopes that I wouldn't have to go to a hospital, for something as private, and embarassing, as this. Pain is not a word to describe what I felt washing my penis in a deluge of drugs and chemicals. I started taking better care of my piercing, and the swelling finally subsided. The healing afterwards went smoothly as I had learned my lesson in proper maintenance of a piercing. Although he had caused a lot of pain, and for a while I had regretted getting the piercing, I feel no pain at all, and find my encounters with my girlfriend, and soon to be wife, very stimulating and at times, very kinky, to my liking. If I had a picture, I'd let you guys see it, but the mere idea of other people seeing my penis is something that my girlfriend won't entertain. Otherwise, hat's (and clothes) off to my good friend Patrick, for making my life all that much more exciting!
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