It started over a year ago, when I wanted to get pierced very badly but was under aged and under the restrictions of my parents. I am now 18. I had experimented with safety pins in my arm as a casual surface piercing that I left in for a matter of minutes, which left me wanting something more permanent.
At A Glance Author Vlad Contact Vlad@bme.anon When Six months ago I had progressed to my first genital piercing, in which I took the skin at the base of my penis, on the right side, and pierced it the same way I had done my arm. The pain was immense but lovely; I really enjoyed it. I found that the only was to get up the nerve to pierce my dick was to blast Cannibal Corpse and bear down. I took that out shortly, and within the next 6-8 months I had re-pierced that, the other side, and the scrotum a few times each. I found that I would pierce them the night before I would play a show with my band.
Two nights before our last show, I decided to start a ladder on the right side of my penis, using large to small safety pins. I started off the muscle of my penis, more so in the pubic region. First I pushed a large pin through that pubic area, then a second large one closer to my penis, then a medium side one through the base skin of my penis. After that I pierced a smaller pin through the more sensitive skin, and one more even further up the skin, until it reached about a third of the way up to my head on my shaft. I was surprised at how easily I had done this, assuming that the thin, sensitive skin on my penis would hurt so much more than the base, yet it was all on the same level, which adrenaline and natural pain killers seemed to dull anyway. I felt, though, after those five that I was done for the night, and had the next night before the show to finish my goal of ten, ending at the head.
The second night arrived and I looked down at my penis, thinking that the pins in it really looked fitting. I decided that it would be more exciting if, added to the mix of adrenaline and anxiety, I would add arousal. So I started watching some porn before continuing to ten in my member, getting it erect and masturbating for only a minute or two before getting the next few pins to insert. I made sure it was very hard before puncturing the skin, seeming to get enjoyment out of mutilating myself, though subtly. I pushed the small safety pin into my dick and as it reached the exit side, I saw blood seep out. None of my other piercings up to this point had bled noticeably unless really jostled. This concerned my so I stopped before doing a second. Blood started leaking out of the exit hole, so I removed it to maybe stop any damage that might occur.
As I removed the pin, blood began shooting out of my penis, still erect through this whole endeavor. Frightened, I grabbed a sock to collect some of the blood so that it wouldn't get on the carpet, as my mother would be quick to question such stains on my floor. I ran to the bathroom, over the toilet trying to let the blood fall somewhere easily washable. I was cupping my balls with my hand, pooling the blood in my hand, but it didn't do much good. I looked down as I tried averting the flow into the toilet, and my legs, scrotum, penis, and pubic area had been soaked in blood. Though I was scared I would never get an erection again, I took a single moment to enjoy the beauty of that much fresh blood scattered and sprayed everywhere. Seldom does one get to enjoy such a rich experience in such a breath taking shade of red first hand.
Forming that night and into the next morning was a bruise around the entry and exit wound on my penis. It grew rather large in diameter, bloating at the top. I showed my friend who had his license and asked him if I was in serious danger, to which he assured me I was not and bleeding is normal in most piercings especially when you hit a vein as I had.
This experience taught me a few things. It isn't the smartest or safest thing to do to have pierced myself when I had no experience in a shop or a certification from my state. I didn't know my anatomy. This alone caused problems like me freaking out more than I should have or even the fact that I bled that much. Trying to pierce something in a place to hide from my parents wasn't the best reason to pierce myself there, even though I gained sexual stimulation from it and enjoyed showing my friends. I did enjoy the ritual feeling it gave me, as I usually performed better with my band when knowing I had metal between my legs. This experience did spark an interest in piercing, legally and with experience. It also inspired me to get other peircings, performed in a much more sterile and healthy environment.
Since then I have not pierced my genitalia, though I may get a frenum very soon when I acquire the funds to do so. I have gotten my labret pierced on my 18th birthday and it stands, presently, as my only long lasting body modification, though I plan on a long future of it.