At A Glance
Author	anonymous
When	N/A
Artist	My Lover
Studio	My Home
Location	Miami, FL

First off, I would like to say that I have always been proud of my scrotum. It is an amazing thing that one's very manhood (in the physical sense) can be contained within such a small compartment. Or, in my case, a large one.

I had never been pierced before this experience, and neither had my lover- the executor of this experiment. In other words, we had no experience whatsoever, and were lucky that nothing went wrong. I'm going to strongly caution whoever's reading this to refrain from performing such a procedure at home. If you do not have the balls to show your balls to a stranger, then wait until you grow some, or get pierced elsewhere.

I'd been contemplating getting pierced "down there," but was scared of exposing myself to someone I didn't know. I love all forms of body modification, but "down there" was the only piercing I thought would belong on me. I am 25 and well-established in an executive position, and my profession does not allow one to have an "unorthodox" appearance, but what would they know about my "little secret?"

My lover and I were home for the night. We were drinking. It was raining, so we couldn't take our usual Saturday walk on the beach. Then, something on TV came up about body modification. He reminded me, "Don't you want to get something down there pierced?"

I told him that yes, I do, but I'm too shy to show anyone.

"What about showing me?" he asked. "We're in a monogamous relationship together, aren't we?"

I unzipped my pants, not realizing what he meant. He went into our bedroom, and returned with a needle, a bag of assorted body jewelry, and a bottle of some fluid whose name I couldn't pronounce.

I told him he was crazy, since he had no formal training. He told me that he'd been doing research in secret, and was going to save it for my birthday, but felt that tonight was a good night to try out his newly acquired skills.

"I've been reading the body modification sites. Some of these experiences say that piercing brings couples closer together. It creates this special bond between them."

I began to get excited. With one hand, he took my member out of my pants, and with the other, turned up the lights.

Part of me was afraid. As I mentioned before, he had no formal training. He had no piercings, nor had he ever pierced anyone else before.

"Well, it's either your member or your balls."

Which was more risky? I desperately tried to remember what I'd learned in school about the male reproductive system. I'd been drinking, though, and pulling up these misplaced bits of information was difficult, to say the least. I'd been reading experiences as well, mostly about prince albert piercings, but only a few really grabbed a hold of my attention, so it was safe to say I wasn't too well-educated on this topic. For the life of me,I couldn't recall reading anything related to the scrotum.

But, I was feeling brave. "Scrotum it is, I said."

He dipped the needle in the fluid. This is a 14 gauge needle, he told me. You will be able to stretch it if you'd like it wider.

He teasingly pricked my scrotum with the needle, and something I didn't understand began to stir awake inside of me. Along with it did my member. He began to massage it, and then stopped abruptly. It was time.

He led me to our bedroom, where a large box was waiting. An early birthday present? He then told me to undress, and lie on the bed with my legs and arms spread. After I did so, he tied my hands and feet to the bedpost. My excitement was growing rapidly.

"I'm going to pierce the surface of your scrotum. Going deeper could cause some problems for someone with no experience," he told me, but only half of me was listening. I was so excited that I couldn't take it anymore. "Do it," i told him.

I felt something lightly pinch my scrotum, and then the needle went in at lighting speed. It was a pain beyond words. It hurt a great deal, but tapped into a source of something I didn't know I had. I couldn't see what he was doing, as I was tied to the bed. I felt another sensation shortly thereafter, which was the jewelry- I later saw that it was a stainless-steel bar.

He untied me, and we went into the bathroom to see how it turned out. There was minimal bleeding. The jewelry he selected was a stainless-steel bar held in place by two balls at each end. My scrotum was stinging. He told me that the best way to take care of it was by keeping it clean and washing it in saline solution. No rubbing alcohol, no Bactine. That is the number one mistake in piercing aftercare.

When we went to take a shower, I noticed that it wasn't in the center. The piercing was completely lopsided. After about a month, I worked up the nerve to go to a tattoo shop, get it removed, and get a new one. Since that day, my lover and I have come a long way. We learned about play piercing, and I am getting my second genital piercing sometime soon... But all that, ladies and gentlemen, is a whole another story ;).