My OH PA is A-OK

At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon Studio Piercology Location Columbus, OH

About 4 years ago, I started going through a mid-life crisis which plummeted me through the black hole called the Internet. I stumbled upon many unique and informative sites, but none so much as BME.

I had always wanted a small tattoo, but what I soon discovered was that I wanted a PA in the worse way! For the next three years, I did all the research on tattoos and piercings possible.

Shortly after my forty-second birthday, my mother died, leaving me with the sense that life is too short. That same week, I accidentally met a fantastic tattoo artist who was once an airbrush artist, and my path to body modification was started.

Now to the PA. Several weeks ago, I started seriously thinking about a PA. I called a local piercing studio who told me he would do it, but he had only done about eight or ten in his whole career, and I should really go to someone who does eight or ten a day. He suggested a studio in Columbus, OH ( a 2 ½ hour drive) called Piercology. It so happened that I had a convention to attend there, so I called to make an appointment. They told me that they don't make appointments, but since I was driving such a long distance, they would reserve a time for me.

When I got there, everyone was nice and easy going. The busy studio appeared to be very clean. There was a visible work area that contained the autoclave and all of the "official-looking" equipment, a display counter with various pieces of jewelry laid out in it and a waiting area with a TV and pictures of various piercings on the walls. I asked where the bathroom was, and proceeded in that direction. After I was finished, I returned to the waiting area and sat down. It was then that I started feeling like I was waiting for the doctor to exam me. In a few moments, one of the piercers called out my name.

I was taken into a small operating-like room, was asked to drop my pants and was measured for my ring. It was interesting... a strange man in rubber gloves holding onto my dick, twisting it about, and precisely measuring it with a calibrating ruler. After he determined the proper diameter ring, I calmly pulled up my pants and exited.

Once out at the counter, we discussed gauge sizes, diameters, etc. The piercer who measured me, determined that I needed a 1/2" ten gauge captive bead ring. He explained that it was the best "starter" ring to choose from. After paying for the jewelry and piercing session, I sat down in the waiting area until my piercer was ready for me.

A few minutes later, I was taken into the same room by another piercer, asked to drop my pants and sit up on the table. He explained what a Prince Albert was, the procedure he would go through, and began. He was rather laid-back, and we started discussing a number of topics including, movie titles, DVDs, and so on. He had numerous piercings. I asked if he had a Prince Albert, and he replied that he did. I asked if I could see it (having never seen one up close and personal before), and he told me that he didn't have a ring in at the time.

First he marked the exit hole (entrance hole ???) with a purple dot. After careful deliberation and assuredness, he called the first piercer I had met to come in and look at the mark. After both agreed that it was in the best location, the two of us were left alone.

He undid a sterilized package, and started checking out its contents. As he started to once again explain what he would be doing, he inserted the receiving tube, which STUNG LIKE A BITCH, asked me to take a deep breath, told me I would feel a slight pinch, and it was over! That fast, that painless, it was over! He wrapped me up in the proverbial rubber glove, instructed me on after care, asked me not to beat-off for at least two weeks (yeah, right) and told me not to share it with anyone for at least six weeks. Aftercare consisted of buying and using the suggested soap (Provon), soaking in sea salt water, and taking Vitamin C and Zinc. I had often heard what Zinc does for a man, and I was soon to find out. He gave me an aftercare guide, and I was on my way out for the evening.

I walked back to my hotel with the biggest, stiffest hard-on I have ever experienced in my life. I headed straight to the bar to have a few drinks. I couldn't believe what I had just done, and no one around to share it with.

When I woke up (hard to the world), I took my pills, took my shower and sea salt dip and bundled up for the day. I had very little bleeding that night, or the next day (even after walking around for 11 hours.) I never really had any little "crusties", experienced any noticeable pain during urination or had any problems. The two best things about my PA... the hardest hard-ons ever... and I can still piss standing up without splashing!

Three days later (not two weeks), I decided to beat-off. Wrong idea... PAIN! Not much, but enough to make me wait another three or four days until I tried it again. This is also where taking the Zinc was noticed. It seemed I erupted gallons and I continue taking Zinc to this day for that very reason.

I went back in six weeks and was stretched from the ten gauge captive ring that I started with, to an 5/8" eight gauge circular barbell. The only discomfort encountered that time, was from the taper used to keep the hole from closing.

Next week I'm going for a six gauge -- I like the weight!

In closing, all things considered, I would tell every man, "Just do it"!