Metal Through My Scrotum

At A Glance Author Anonymous Artist Myself Studio Home Location Hong Kong

My story begins when I was 12, and I went to Switzerland for a school trip and I started to realize that you could pierce so many other places other than your earlobes which I thought looked particularly unattractive on men, but that's only one man's opinion. As I know it's all about self-expression. As I noticed more and more that places that you can pierce didn't involve dangly jewelry, and so it hit me, damn, metal in body looks ace. It looked cute, yet attractive and very, well, nice. I was hooked...

Now, as a pre adolescent teenager, and very, very strict parents who were completely against body adornments whatsoever. I decided to do some research, I didn't want to make a fool of myself and since I was so fascinated, I needed no motivation whatsoever. I decided that I really wanted to get my tongue and my scrotum pierced. One for my personal self and one for the viewing public. I am also a perfectionist and so symmetry was everything. Now, I will get to my story...

One night I managed to build up the courage to tell myself "I have time and it's now or never". So I got up and I went to the kitchen to get out a couple of cubes of ice from the ice rack. I am the biggest woos to pain, I flinch and dead arms and complain about a stub toe, and I make such a big fuss over booster shot, and the thought of a metal rod slowly sliding beneath my skin sent shivers down my back. I wanted the end result of pretty metal lying on my skin, I wasn't doing it for the pain. I told myself, no adrenaline rush, no surge of euphoria, all I want is the least pain possible and for it to turn out right, and so, I figured, ice was the best and only anesthetic in the house. So on my table was the ice tray on a towel, an 18-gauge safety pin (no big needles, I figured, I could stretch it afterwards), another towel for holding the freezing ice, a lighter, cello-tape and another towel lying next to me. I took a deep breath and told myself that this was it.

I slid down my boxers and pulled the towel that was lying next to me under me and sat on it. I took pulled a strip of cello-tape and cello-taped my penis onto my lower abdomen, as I could imagine, it would get in the way. I lit the safety pin for about two seconds, and wasn't too worried about catching anything, as it has only been used for sowing and I soaked it in some soapy water earlier on. I know that this isn't exactly the most sterile environment, but I doubt that I had the power or means to make it any more clean. I could have boiled the safety pin, but boiling a safety pin in the kitchen at 10 o'clock at night would have raised suspicion, and so I just said, nothing could be worse than aids and got with it. So, I lit the safety pin, placed it on the table onto the towel that my ice tray was on and took out a cube of ice, placed it into the towel that I was going to use to hold it with and placed the ice cube over my scrotum.

*Within seconds, my scrotum firmed up into a tight and even ball of skin, I do not believe that I have ever in my life, I have felt anything so cold and so uncomfortable. With half open eyes and twitching and wiggling toes, I bore (the word "beared" didn't sound right and I got a squiggly red line under it in MS Word), anyway, bore with it and told myself that at the end I would be happy and get what I wanted to very badly. Slowly, though it didn't seem that way, The coldness began to fade and after 5 minutes, I could hardly feel a thing. I lifted the ice cube to reveal a square indent, I gave that area a little pinch and smiled when I could feel absolutely nothing. I stretched my ice-cold scrotum to the area that I wanted to be pierced. (I figured that the thinner the skin the less it would hurt) and aligned the safety pin to what I wanted to be my entry hole and aimed it at the heading of what I wanted to be my exit hole. I looked at my clean and untouched (in a sense of never been modified) and pushed the needle through.

Now you would think that as a complete woos of pain that I would do it as fast as I can, well, I didn't the thought of one big shock of pain, was unbearable, and so I just pushed, and I felt nothing at all. I was so happy, however the skin was kind of hard, probably from the cold, but without any trouble I managed to poke the end of the safety pin through the other side of my scrotum. Imagine my frustration when I turned out that the exit hole was too high, suffice to say my goal of perfection made me take it out and re-do it. Please read from where I put a little "*" five more times because I literally took my 6 tries to get it right. Anyway, after the 6th attempt, my scrotal crevices were lined with blood and the exit hole of my fresh piercing was slowly trickling blood, I never knew that scrotums could bleed so much. Must have been from the other 5 holes I produced. I was so happy that I finally got it done and I was jumping up and down with a rush of euphoria. After 10 minutes of stupidly giggling to myself, I packed everything away and threw the towels into the laundry basket.

I kept the safety pin in my scrotum for 6 months, cleaning it every day, making sure that it was well kept and always cleaned. After half a year, I got a 16-gauge barbell and then a month after that a 14-gauge until I ended up with my perfectly sized 12-gauge barbell that I have now. It is perfect and when I look at it, it seems as if two metal balls are hanging in space, clinging to my body. I am so proud of it, even though I'm the only one that can see, well at least so far...