This is actually about my second visit to the piercer's table. After having had a Prince Albert successfully placed, I could hardly wait for the chance to add to my collection. So, as soon as I was sure that my PA was healed, I returned to the Exotic Body, and my friend Casper, to have a matching set of hafadas placed midway in my scrotum.
At A Glance Author Mark Contact Mark@bme.anon When Six months ago Artist Casper Studio Exotic Body Location Sacramento Just as he had done before, Casper was methodical in his preparations. First came the frank discussion about how I would need to take care of these particular piercings, to avoid infection and the like. Then we discussed where to place each hafada. Casper proceeded to mark and erase several positions until we were both satisfied with the placement. Then he began to assemble his instruments. He informed me that everything had just been sterilized in the Autoclave, in anticipation of my appointment, a fact that was greatly appreciated by me. He then poured a small amount of disinfectant, to be used to clean my scrotum before piercing, into a cup holding several large swabs and gauze patches. While these were soaking,we debated the size gauge rings to be used, and eventually settled on 12, with captive bead. These were then placed in a separate cup of disinfectant.
Next, Casper turned on some relaxing music, and we spent several minutes "bringing me down" as he put it, so that I would not be too tense during the procedure. Since the entire operation would have to be performed twice, it was necessary for me to be relaxed, and to stay that way throughout. (Since we were both adverse to him using a baseball bat to relax me), he asked a lot of impersonal, distracting questions, like "What had I been up to lately?, How were my dogs?, etc.
Finally, we reached the moment of truth. After I "dropped trou", Casper swabbed my pre-shaved scrotum with a freezing cold antiseptic Then he asked what I thought, for some reason, was the funniest question I had ever heard. He looked me right in the eyes and asked, "Are you ready?" And I started laughing. I thought to myself, I'd have to be a damn fool if I wasn't, at this point! I managed to stop laughing long enough to say "yes". He then reached for the clamp forceps which were used to stabilize the skin, and applied them to the left side of my scrotum. Suddenly, there was nothing funny anymore. The pressure was not too bad, in fact, it did not actually hurt at all, just a bit uncomfortable, but I didn't dare move, so no more laughing. Next he picked up the piercing needle, and said, "This may hurt, a bit". He pressed the needle through the clamped skin quickly and cleanly, withdrew it, and immediately replaced it with the hafada. He inserted the bead, closing t he ring, and informed me we were halfway home. Casper again asked if I was ready. More laughter, more pressure, another slight prick, and Voila, I had a set of matching hafadas, hanging just below my PA. We both admired the job, I placed a small bag of absorbent gauze over my entire scrotum, zipped up, paid the bill and left.
The drive home turned into an interesting one, since I was forced, while waiting at one intersection, to adjust the position of my scrotum, for comfort. I was unable to manage this without unzipping my pants, due to some tenderness. So, while waiting for the green light, I carefully unzipped, and then, trying not to be too obvious, slid my pants and shorts down far enough to allow me to place my hand like a scoop or cradle around my swelling scrotum. I gently lifted my package up. Then I removed my hand, slid my shorts back up, along with my pants, and started to zip up. While carefully zipping, I looked over to my right, and saw the driver of a dump truck looking down at me, and smiling.! I am not sure how much he saw, but his face told me he was very satisfied. I could feel myself turning red! As the light changed, I jammed the accelerator to the floor, and made a mad dash for home.
When I got there twenty-five minutes later, the first thing I did was strip naked and go look in the mirror. I was afraid that there might be a lot of blood, but a quick check of the plastic bag indicated that while sure, there was a little blood, it was nothing serious. With proper care and daily washings with a good antiseptic wash solution, the healing process began.
After a few weeks of healing, the hafadas loosened up in their holes, and I noticed something which, while unexpected, was a nice surprise. Casper had managed to place the two hafadas in close enough proximity to each other, as well as the PA, that when I walked, the three rings would strike against each other, making a soft, pleasant jingling sound, ala wind chimes, making private music for my privates!
I can't wait to see what he does for my nipples!!