It all started the night I woke up early for work... I got up, took My shower, got dressed, and suddenly realized I had an extra half hour before I had to leave the house for work. Welp, I saw My safety pins, a whole big bottle of rubbing alcohol, and My cock looking at Me asking "What are you grinning at?"
At A Glance Author Machine Contact Machine@bme.anon Artist Did it Myself... Studio Did it Myself... Location Did it Myself... I fully realize quite a few of y'all will want to e-mail and whine about the "evils" of using a safety pin instead of paying good money to have someone else do what I think I proved is perfectly viable as a do-it-yourself job. Now, before you do, realize I simply don't care, and will probably reply with "So? And your mom dresses you funny."
Luckily, My roommate was still out cold, so I'd have some privacy. Since My skin was still nice and soft and loose from the shower, and I'd been kicking the idea around for a while anyway, I figured that was the night. So I grabbed the little guy, yanked on the foreskin, and put the pin against it. I slowly pushed it through, feeling the skin slowly part before the advance of the pin's point, then finally saw the tip of the pin poke through the tented-up skin. There was this little glint of silver against the skin tone, not even enough to really SEE, if it wan't for the reflection. I paused for a moment, panting, feeling Myself harden. Then rammed it the rest of the way through and clipped it shut.
Well, it went pretty well until I had to chase a crack dealer that night at work (I was a guard in a really crappy low-income high-rise apartment building in a really bad part of town, basically a crackhouse in the sky), and felt the pin try to rip it's way out with every step. Yeah, I was a little surly when My partner and I caught him. And yeah, he got a pretty decent beating, more for the penile pain I was experiencing than for the error of his ways... I like to joke, even to this day that the last guy who made Me run got to go to jail for it...
By the time I got home, it was pretty screwed-up, with a bit of pus crust already forming. Bathing was exquisitely annoying, since every time I tried to soap up My cock, it'd shove the rapidly-rusting pin around so I could feel that happy feeling of internal ripping. It was Glorious.
After a few days, the other guards started to notice I was walking funny. After the standard jokes ("have too much fun with your boyfriend, did you?" and the like) subsided, I gave them My best psychotic grin and said "Nope! I pierced My cock the other night!" Their reactions were, well, amusing... I never figured guys whose hobbies included excessive force and throwing crack dealers down several flights of stairs would be so horrified by a little piercing... The usual phrases were tossed around, including "self-mutilation" and "genital torture" but I knew they were all just awed by the fact that I pierced My own unit and they didn't have the balls.
Unfortunately, there were a couple more incidents like that over the next couple nights, combined with My hot, sweaty nutsack pressing against the piercing. It started to ooze some VERY colorful pus (red, orange and yellow at times), hurt like Hell, then dried up and rotted out. Damn. I went to tug it back & forth to keep My hide from growing directly to the pin, and a quarter-inch diameter piece of rotting dead skin came off with it. There's still a tiny crater today...
Being the genius I am, I learned from My mistake. The next time I did it, I went quite a bit deeper. Punched through about half an inch from the edge of the foreskin, pushed right through the deeply living skin. The pain was Glorious. I was rock hard for hours. Have you guessed I'm also into being tied up and whipped?
This one worked much better, and I now have a 3/4" 12ga stainless CBR with red acrylic bead trough it. It started to ooze pus like the first, and dry out and such, but I doused it in rubbing alcohol every day and switched from the pin to a wire loop I picked up at a jewelry store for the purpose. Later, I upgraded to a 14ga black anodized CBR with gunmetal bead, then to the stainless one.
A few months after I did the second piercing, I was hired by a foundry. Part of the hiring process was a physical, including the Dreaded Hernia Test... You know, where the doc grabs your balls and juggles 'em? Now, you'd think doctors would be able to deal with this kind of thing better, yano? But she knelt down and said "OK, now turn your head and cough... Uh... Cough..." It was hilarious! I had stunned a doctor with My Glorious Cock!
Coming next episode: My self-inflicted top-of-shaft frenum, complete with the tale of riding a bike 10 miles to work, the 12 hour foundry shift, and the 10 mile bike ride home...