From the time I was a small child I have been facinated by long extended
scrotums and modified or circumsized members. We lived in a farm in the
north and our family would dress around the kitchen stove where we were
able to view each member of the family. The older men in the household
with their extended members were always a turn on and I wondered if I
would ever become like them. As I reached puberty and since I was the
last of the litter, I spent many hours alone in trance and thought about
what I could do to extend my desires. I had tried piercing my sack with
safety pins but when the crusties would form I would remove them because
I thought I had infected them. They always would heal up within a day
or two. I wanted to have a weight suspended from my nuts to see if it
would stretch my sack. The pins would pull out, so one day I tried a
piercing with a paper punch that would accomodate the hasp of a lock.
This I found to be very painful to push it through so I laid the punch
on a board and hit it with a hammer. The pain was intense and by the
time I had removed the punch my knees were shaking to the point I could
hardly stand there. It took many weeks for the holes to heal in and I
still ware the scar. I treid to nail my nuts to a board and stretch
them out like a pelt being tanned. That could only be tollerated for a
short time. It felt like fire through my sack. I thought that I could
try the electric milker on my dick but when the vacuum hit my fenum was
torn loose from my gland and it was some time and some scarring later
that I was able to manipulate it again. I am glad that I hadn't tried
that strong vacuum on my nuts as they would have been removed quick. It
was not until one summer trip that I took to SanFrancisco that I found
myself at night on Folsum Street partaking of the beautiful bodies on
the street. At that time most of the leather community were into nipple
piercing and many had chains connecting the two tits. Few were into
genital piercing. I wondered over to the boot camp and thought I would
purchase a ring to put in at some later time. The piercer told me the
piercing came with the ring. I made the appointment for the next day
and met him at his shop. He was sporting a PA gage 4 and had stretcher
rings through both tits. The shop was like a dungon with weights and
restraints all around. I decided on a high guiche because it could be
hidden in the society where I work, and shower. I took off all my
cloths and he left the room for a few minutes. After he returned he had
to trim the hair from between my legs and he shoved his finger between
my legs to find the best location. I had taken a friend with me who was
not into the modification but he was there for support. The spot was
marked and a clampe applied and the piercer left the room for what
seemed a long time. When he returned he asked me if I was ready and
after a few puffs on some amyl he pushed made the first hole. I thought
he would never get it through. After a few minutes he pushed an awl
through the piercing to stretch it out large enough to receive a
plastic retainer. He put on a button and with a match burned the ends
of the retainer so they would hold the button on. The plastic got too
hot and ran down my nuts and it took weeks for the burn to heal. I got
pierced and branded at the same time. What a trip. I plan to have
other piercings done after I leave the area, even though many are
showing modifications now and they are somewhat more accepted. I still
get into some sessions of ball stretching but have not found a way to
make them permanent.
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