It didn't hurt and it healed fine. We went up to my to see my friend's friend that was a piercer. I already had my septum pierced, my tongue and my ear lobes were a little past 00. I had always
At A Glance Author Malcom Shabaz Contact Malcom Shabaz@bme.anon Artist can't say Studio can't say Location midwest wanted a hafada. It's kinda an easy place to start. I mentioned it to my friend and he told me he had one and it was great. No problems, no nothin. So I decided to do it. My friend went in first to get another hafada, but on the top of his dick (still hafada ?). He was very sad to find out he was too veiny and it would bleed way too much.
So i was up next. I got on the table and he carefully made the marks.
He checked with me and it was a little higher than I had at first wanted it. He said it feel nicer later if we went with the marks.
I agreed. He asked if I was ready. I said yes, and he did it on two.
I was glad. I felt great afterwards. We had a few beers and then went home.
The next day it was fine. It was fine for a whole week, but then exactly one week later, almost to the hour (about bedtime), I kinda freaked out. Sometimes I get claustrophobic or just get weird
back aches or stomach pains. I think most of it's in my head, but I have taken some nasty spills and I'm pretty little guy. Anyway, I was going to bed, and I sleep in my boxers and my room was really cold and before I cold get into bed under the covers, I caught a chill. I'm a weirdo. If I get really cold, I'll shiver for so long. So anyway, I'm sitting in bed shivering my balls of and it gets
to the point I'm so cold that my sack is pulled really tight. And then I start thinking something was wrong. A little vein runs almost to the piercing and then stops. I never noticed it before, but
a few days after I got pierced I was examining the area and I noticed it. I wasn't worried because I really trusted the guy and it didn't hurt. But that night I convinced myself something was wrong, and that had to be it. Then my claustrophobia set. I threw my covers off and sat up. I went to the bathroom, and didn't like what I saw. My nuts were still really tight. The ring is in a place were if you were to say it was slowing some flow between my balls and my wang, it would be believable. Maybe I wasn't getting enough blood flow and it was gonna do damage. It wasn't, but between the shriveled appearance
of my freezing balls, and the feeling in my stomach I was convinced it was. Somehow I avoided taking it out and I woke up fine.
Later that day, I kinda had another round of weirdness. I just got really cold at school, and it started to feel weird. This time though I recognized that I was just the cold doing it, since I had been fine until the cold came along. I talked to a trusted science teacher and he said that he had the same problem when he had his vasectomy. He said it'd be fine in a couple a days. And it was.
A month went by, and it healed fine. I thought it looked really sexy.
I even got a little action. I had been wanting to stretch it to a 10-gauge, but went to a 12-gauge barbell first. I bought a taper and the curved barbell for really cheap from this awesome shop while in Chicago. I couldn't wait to put it in, so I went into the first person bathroom I could find, and brought my assistant in with me in case I had any problems. I did have some problems getting the barbell out the other side (nothing he could help with). I had chosen a barbell just barely too short. I was pissed. I hadn't paid much for it, but I should have been smarter than to cut it so close. Part of the problem was that it was an internally threaded barbell, so I basically had to screw the ball into the hole with the skin pulled a little tight. The skin wasn't pulled too tight, but it was enough to freak me out a few nights later on New Year's Eve. I was all fucked up, and the same feeling from the other night started again. I removed the 12-gauge and put in my 14-gauge nosering that should of given the skin plenty of room, since it was the same diameter as the ring it had been pierced with. The feeling didn't stop though and I ended up taking it out.
A long time later when everything was over and I went home, I decided
not to put it back in. I went to sleep and when I woke up, the holes had healed closed. I really wish I wouldn't have left it out. I may get it redone, but I'm thinking about a PA (maybe later turning it into a dolphin or an apadayva). I think I can avoid the problems I faced with the hafada...