The Wonderful World of The Pierced Pecker

At A Glance Author Willie Barr Contact Willie Barr@bme.anon Artist Myself Studio Home Location Merseyside UK

I never really thought about piercings until I was 23, but then again, at that time, I didn't go in for jewellery of any kind. My girlfriend would constantly nag me because I was always forgetting to wear the watch or ring she'd bought me.

It was two months after my twenty-third birthday and six months after the break up with my girl. I was still living at my parents' house. One night, I was sitting in my room, fixing some buttons on my shirts with a Ronco Buttoneer - (as seen on TV!) - a popular device, at the time, that was shaped like a small pistol, with a grooved needle, and would instantly 'sew' a button by way of a short, nylon plastic loop (like those you find on labels of garments returned from the dry-cleaners)pushed along the needle.

I'd just showered and was sitting at my desk, dressed in only my jockey shorts. Suddenly, I was hit with an overwhelming desire to push the needle of the 'Buttoneer' through my foreskin.

I dropped my shorts and proceeded to pierce myself without any hesitation, pushing the needle through my flesh, while at the same time, squeezing the trigger of the Buttoneer, and resulting in my foreskin being instantly decorated with a bright blue, plastic loop. I was awestruck at just how simple and painless this experiment had been. Fortunately, there was no bleeding, but I was a little disappointed in myself for not having sterilized the needle beforehand. So, as if in afterthought, I went to the bathroom and got some TCP antiseptic lotion, which I applied to myself just to be on the safe side. I did another three piercings around my foreskin, although I never left the nylon loops in for more than a few hours because I was afraid they might cause an infection.

Over the following months, I became more adventurous and began to experiment with gold hoop earrings, feeling that these would be a lot safer than the plastic hoops. I still used the 'Buttoneer' for the actual piercings, but without the clip of nylon loops. Instead, I would push the needle through my foreskin, and was then able to place the end of an opened gold ring into the channel along the needle, then maneuver it through to the other side of my flesh. By now I had also disciplined myself to a strict regime of sterilizing all my 'surgical instruments' before and after use.

However, I still wasn't happy - I didn't feel that the foreskin piercings were challenging enough and I found myself growing bored of the thin gold rings after a short time. In fact, I think the longest time I ever kept them in for was three weeks. I wanted to explore new territory; I wanted to pierce the head of my penis, but I was afraid.. Afraid that it might be dangerous. You have to appreciate that this was at a time when establishments specializing in body piercings were still pretty much non-existent (well, certainly in this country, anyway).

I would dream of having a ring through the tip of my dick, and even though I was currently unattached to anybody, I wanted to experience sex, with a ring through my penis. Getting sex wouldn't be a problem, I still had the phone numbers of a couple of old girlfriends who weren't averse to the occasional fling, 'for old time's sake'. But first and foremost, I wanted the jewellery in my john-thomas. Maybe it was an obsession, coupled with the fact that I'm partial to a little S&M, but all I knew was that I wasn't going to rest until I'd fulfilled Phase One, of my fantasy.

Then, one time, I woke in the middle of the night, 'erect' and sweating. This was a common occurrence of late and my usual solution was to masturbate, then go back to sleep. Tonight, however, was different, - my body wanted something more than a quick jerk-off.. My penis wanted it's long awaited crown. I got out of bed and went through to the bathroom. I was sporting a boner the size of Big Ben. Tonight, I'd decided, the waiting was over. I was going to take the bull by the horn (excuse the pun) and give my body what it wanted.

Firstly, I shaved off my pubic hair. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it properly, and shaving that part of my body, prior to a 'major operation', seemed the right thing to do.

I'd known for a long time that this night was coming and I'd already purchased a variety of different sized gold hoops, months earlier, in readiness. The size of ring I was going to use, that night, would be determined by how adventurous I was prepared to be. I doubted very much that the larger of the hoops would fit into the channel along the 'Buttoneer' needle, but the way I was feeling, right then, I wanted to use the largest of the hoops. "What the heck? I might even pierce myself twice!" I'd thought.

I went back to my room and laid everything out on the bed. I felt a little like one of those shady doctors, in even shadier backstreet clinics, about to perform an illegal abortion, or something. Soon, everything was ready; the bed was covered in paper towels, in case there was a lot of blood. The bedside table had been cleared and now held a tray containing the required tools, cotton swabs, a dish half-filled with methylated spirit for sterilization purposes, and also the selection of gold hoops. I sat buck naked on the bed with my back propped against the pillows. By this time, my erection had waned, but my enthusiasm hadn't. I rolled back my foreskin and cleaned my glans with one of the swabs. Then picked up the 'Buttoneer', which currently had it's needle submerged in the alcohol. As I brought the needle closer to my penis I began to get a renewed erection, so I had to wait a few moments for it to subside. I certainly didn't want to pierce my organ while it was in a stiffened state because I felt that that might prove foolish. It took another three attempts and at one point, I thought I might need to take a cold shower.

Finally, I felt the tip of the needle penetrating my flesh and I had to grit my teeth as I pushed it deeper. The 'Buttoneer' had been okay for the foreskin piercings, but here it was quite painful and as I thrust it further I could feel the sharp edges of its central channel, savagely biting a path en route to my urethra.

I thought I was going to 'chicken out', but I knew it would be insane to pull the needle out, now because it was almost completely through. Besides, retracting the needle, at this stage, would probably only result in my penis bleeding profusely - and all for nothing. So, if I was going to bleed, I may as well have the ring in place, into the bargain. Now, if I could just stop pussyfooting around and push the damn needle the rest of the way, at least then I'd be able to get one of the rings in, which, in turn, would hopefully, stem any flow of blood.

At last, I felt the tip of the needle breaking through the skin on the inside of my urethra. This was probably the most painful part of the whole 'operation'. When the needle was fully home, I was relieved to see I still wasn't bleeding. The pain I'd felt during the process of the piercing had also ceased once the needle was through. I picked up one of the largest gold hoops, but as I'd anticipated, the band was too large to fit inside the groove of the needle. I replaced the ring on the table and selected a slightly smaller one. Luckily, this one fitted inside the needle, but the whole thing was such a 'rush' that my hands were shaking and I was having trouble guiding the end of the hoop into the needle. Eventually, though, and after a bit of fiddling about with the ring, I finally managed to get it into the groove and push it along until that, too, reappeared on the inside of my urethra. After some more twiddling about, I brought the two ends of the gold hoop together and closed them. Now I was able to withdraw the needle.

It was on doing this that blood began to drip from the fresh piercing, and probably because the gold hoop was much narrower in girth than the 'Buttoneer' needle. The rate at which the blood was dripping was a little frightening at first, but this was also exaggerated by the fact that I was, once again, sporting a huge boner. With the help of a towel and a moment or two, to calm down, the blood soon stopped.

After cleaning myself up, I stood in the bathroom, looking at my naked body in the mirror. I was quite proud of my work as a 'do it yourself' body-piercer. The whole thing had only taken about fifteen minutes, including clean-up time, but it had seemed a lot longer.

I decided it would be best if I tried not to think about sex for a couple of weeks, but as soon as this baby was healed, there'd be no stopping me! The only problem was that the sight of the gold ring through my penis was turning me on like crazy. I grabbed hold of my dick, mainly just to view my work from another angle and I instantly ejaculated without any further action from me. Fortunately, this didn't trigger off the bleeding again and I was able to go to bed without feeling as though I were in a tent!

Three weeks later, I got together with one of my old girlfriends and had the best sex I've ever had in my life - watching my recently pierced organ being treated to fellatio is a memory I will never forget.

The only problem with the gold hoops I'd used, was that they tended to tarnish very quickly, due to being in the line of fire (as far as urination goes), even though I tried my best to keep them clean and dry at all times. I found I had to keep replacing them, regularly, and this, as you can imagine, got to be a bit of a pain in the ass, after a while.

In the years that followed, I experimented with other types of genital piercings, such as frenum, scrotal and dydoes, but by then, I'd given up using the 'Buttoneer', in favour of large (and less painful) safety-pins. Not the ordinary, run-of-the-mill, safety-pins, but the extra large type you usually see on tartan skirts.

Now, fourteen years since my first experience of genital piercings. At the moment, I'm just wearing a couple of surgical steel bar-bells (dydoes) and I'm happy to say that in all those years (and all those piercings) I've never had any of my piercings go wrong, nor become infected (touch wood!). A few friends (those that know about my piercings, that is) have approached me and asked me to pierce them, but I always refuse. I advise them to go to a professional body-piercer because I don't have enough confidence to pierce anybody other than myself.

My current girlfriend is heavily into genital piercings (thanks to me!) and has a clitoral hood ring and four labia piercings (all of which were done professionally). I'm trying to talk her into letting me send a pic of her genital jewellery into BME, but she's still thinking about it! I can remember when we first had sex, after she'd had her clitoris pierced, and we were afraid that we might 'link-up' during intercourse!

I'm thirty-seven now, but I'm still as enthusiastic about intimate body piercings as I was, back in 1986. I've just ordered myself a couple of piercing needles - something I should have done a long time ago, I suppose, - but, of course, we didn't have the wonderful world of the Internet, back then. Looking at some of the photos in BME's Picture Gallery, makes me realize that there are a lot of people in the world who are a lot more adventurous than me. I felt that some of them had gone slightly 'over the top', but most had piercings I wouldn't mind having myself. I'm toying with the idea of a deep shaft ampallang or apadravya, but I don't know whether I'd be bold enough to attempt such a deep piercing myself. The only thing that worries me is that a steel bar going right through the center of my dick might cause a blockage in my piss pipe... I'll keep you posted if I decide to go through with it.