I have long been fascinated by genital piercings. I got a pubic tattoo the day I turned 18, no big deal. I have another larger tattoo that is in progress, but these are like a mild sunburn when what you REALLY want is to be doused in napalm.
At A Glance Author Dr. J Bomb Contact Dr. J Bomb@bme.anon When Two years ago Artist Forgot her name, oops Studio Celebrity Tattoo Location West Colfax, Golden, Colorado I've never wanted any facial or ear piercings. My oral hygiene is poor enough to dissuade me from a tongue piercing, and my weight fluctuates enough to make a nipple or navel piercing impractical. I've never heard of an armpit or shin piercing, so look out genitals, here I come!
I had looked around on the web for some time, trying to decide what I wanted. I considered a lorum, a scrotal ladder, scrotal knocker, pa, ampallang, etc... Turned out I wanted an Apadravya, but being uncut, I was skeptical of it's practicality. I considered getting the frenum just proximal to the glans pierced, with the same skepticism. Plus, I was concerned about it growing out and wasting approximately $100. Eventually, I decided that a frenum piercing that coincided with the end of my foreskin in its extended state would work quite nicely. Visions of a CBR danced in my head.
Much time elapsed. I figured that I would have to run it past my then-girlfriend if I wanted to continue having sex with her afterwards, since she seemed to like my unit more than I did. Hard to believe, I know. In fact, she referred to it as "her" penis. I brought it up as kind of a joke as we were driving past the shop one day, and she executed a u-turn almost immediately. She seemed more excited about it than I did. Sure, she was ready to get "her" penis pierced, but I was nervous as hell! I didn't really count on getting done right away, I imagined having to talk her into it.
The shop had somewhat of a "neo-tribal" feel to it, smelled of patchouli, and was rather full of kindred spirits. A cute bottle blond with a marilyn greeted us, and I let her know my desires. She didn't seem TOO shocked to see us both in there for it, and she had a piercer readily available. After discussing prices, the two of us retired for some Arby's and for me to avoid vomiting from nervousness. I thought about what size of jewelry to get, and what I should try to get HER to pierce. You know, to avoid any imbalance in the relationship ;)
I strolled back in like I wasn't about to soil myself and ordered a nice, tall, frosty glass of 10ga stainless steel. Once in the room, I dropped trou and laid back. The piercer made jokes about drawing faces on my wang as I described my idea on a black foam-rubber phallic replica. My co-pilot was wide-eyed and breathing quick, shallow breaths as she faced the reality of getting a bolt in "her" junk. Being familiar with self-relaxation and hypnosis, I was already in a half-euphoric, dreamlike state. Elvis was shrivelled and shy to begin with, but the jovial nature of the piercer and my mind pattern helped him to fill out a little.
You know the drill: dots placed, clamp applied, breathe in, moment of pain. I watched detachedly as it happened. I was holding hands with my accomplice, and since I was more relaxed than she was, she actually squeezed MY hand when the needle went through.
In hindsight, I should have had her pierce it while the foreskin was in the protracted state. As it was, she speared my foreskin in its extended state, and effectively gave me two piercings; closer to an infibulation than what I had intended. Imagine, if you will, the end of a rubber hose. You see the jewelry penetrating each side, and when you look inside, you can see it a little on the bottom. She installed the CBR and down the road we went, dazed and giddy.
It bled a little for a couple days, was a little sore, but once I got used to the sting it was no problem.
I left state closely thereafter to visit my grandparents with my younger sister. It was tricky soaking my junk in salt water twice a day for two weeks without rousing any suspicion, not to mention my new gait pattern. I used Dial soap (ow) and that's it.
It healed well enough for me to engage in oral sex within about a month or so, but then the fatal flaw emerged: the CBR prevented me from fully protracting my foreskin while in the aroused state! Much frustration (and pain)! I went back to the shop so they could install a slightly curved barbell.
The new jewelry worked better, but due to the piercing re-emerging in the middle, the sliding nature of the foreskin flesh was seriously impeded. I experienced tearing pain each time the foreskin was drawn back over the glans. Sadly, within three months of the procedure, I had to remove the jewelry completely.
I wouldn't mind having the same piercing done again, but I will make sure that it is done properly. I've also heard that it's not too bad to have a foreskin AND an ap, so I might just go for both.