I was a senior in high school and for some reason had decided to write some paper on body piercings. At this point in my life I had had one eyebrow ring that lasted a total of 3 weeks and three regular earrings. I also had no intentions of adding to all that.
At A Glance Author tinyTim When Five years ago Artist Sic Boy Studio Cruisin' & Co. Location Daytona Beach, FL Anyway, some bitch in my class made a comment like, "How are you gonna write about piercings if you don't even have any?" Well, I sure as hell wasn't going to let her know that she had a good point, but she did.
So the next day I went down A1A to the piercing shop during my lunch break from school to ask some questions. The only guy around was this tattooed, muscled, pierced guy named Sic Boy (John). He told me all about how piercings are done, sanitation, autoclaves, and stories about people passing out. Then he showed my some pictures. And wow, did i see some stuff that I was expecting to see. Bridges, septums, gieches, ampallangs, labia, quad-belly buttons...everything.
Well, like the dumbass I was, I asked what was the most intense mod a guy could get. He of course said the wanker. So we went over all of the different approaches one could use to pierce his manhood. Now, for some reason, I was leaning towards getting something that would just knock the socks off of everyone who found out. So when I found out that the frenum was MUCH less painfull than other equally sexually gratifying piercings, I said, "Do it!"
Fastforward a few minutes. There I am, sitting up on this high bench in a back room. I've got my schlong in my hands and I'm holding it up straight. Sic's got what look like a small set of bacon tongs and he's clamping them to the circumcision line under the heart part of my head. He reminds me to breath. Then...
I hear this loud hissing sound and a fire erupts in my man-parts. My leg kicks out all on it's own and I nail Sic right in the crotch. I realize that what I heard was me sucking in air through clenched teeth as I experience the worst 10 seconds of my 18 years on this planet. As quick as it came, the pain left.
I looked down and the needle is there, jammed into Captain Winkie. I notice that the bacon tongs where used as a sort of guide for the needle. I ask Sic if he's ok, since I did rack him. He just sorta nods and pushes the needle out with the barbell. For some reason I remember the feeling of the threads going through me like it's happening right now (this was before internally threaded 12 gauge jewellry, which is why I went through this 2 more times to get to an 8 gauge).
You're all done. Hop down. Zip. Walk this way. That will be 55 dollars. Have a nice day. Oh, here are some cleaning instructions. Don't use it for a while. And I find myself driving back to school with a metal shaft in my shaft.
I was surprised to learn that it didn't hurt unless I got really hard or bumped it into something. After a couple of days I was able to masturbate with no problem. No problem? God, it felt great! It was like losing my virginity again. The sensations were incredible.
The fun started the next day at school. I had only told a handful of people after lunch, but by the next day almost the entire school knew. Even the teachers. And this wasn't a small school either. Hundreds of people who knew me as that guys with the long hair now knew me as the guy with the long hair and his dick pierced. I had girls that would never even talk to me asking to see it and guys who didn't know me calling me a faggot (though I have no idea how getting Mr. Happy reinforced makes me a peter-puffer. Maybe it's wishful thinking on their parts; they were mostly rednecks).
After I was able to have sex again my love life got set into overdrive. I had sex with several different girls a week, sometimes more than one a day. I had a threesome with my ex and her best-friend (a girl). I had girls asking me to screw them so they could feel what it was like (that still happens with almost every girl I sleep with). Now, the frenum didn't turn me into a whore. I was already a player. I had good looks, money, popular friends, and an old Porsche. I was THAT GUY, without being a prick.
Can I say that the frenum changed me, absolutley. Would I recommend it to other guys, no. But only because the more there are out there, the harder it will be for me to score some nooky. So if you live in Daytona Beach, FL, stay away from the banana. If you live elsewhere, try and corner the market. The End