No P.A.'s Barred

At A Glance Author Eryk Contact Eryk@bme.anon Artist Chris Studio No Holes Barred Location Alabama

This is the story of my P.A. It all started a few months ago when I worked at Spencer's. I had told my friend Abby that I wanted to get my nipples pierced. That's when she suggested that I go ahead and get a Prince Albert. At first I was like, "that's ok, it's not me", but after a while it didn't seem like such a bad idea. So I looked around different web sites and found that BME was the best for information about piercings, and the pictures were a lot of help also. By this time though, I did not have a job and was in need of money for the piercing. At the time, my friend wanted to get an Ampallang. So that is when I came up with one of the best ideas of my life, get people to give us money to get the piercings. It was like this, people would donate money to us for the piercing and if they donated $10.00 or more, they could see the piercing after it was done. We called our little "foundation" the Help A Little Angel Be A Little Devilish Foundation. I even made a web site to help for the cause. It worked pretty well I think. We even asked some teachers to give money, I think some did. For the most part, people thought the idea of us collecting money to get our genitals pierced was funny, but there were the people who think it is a stupid to do stuff like that. But that is only to be expected, after all, this is Alabama. Well, we ended up with more than $50.00. We had to split that between the two of us, so that did not leave each of us with very much. That is when my girlfriend stepped up and gave me the remaining money I needed for my piercing.

So then it came time to make an appointment to get the piercing. So I called No Holes Barred and set up a date. I knew the piercer, and I was comfortable with her doing it. So I waited a day or so and called the place again to make sure that we were still going to do it. That is when I found out that the original piercer was out of town and that a guy named Chris was going to do the piercing, no big deal. So I asked him a few questions about it and he gave me all the answers I needed and that was that. Then came time to get there. Since I had never been to that show before, I had to get directions off the Internet, bad idea. My girlfriend and I got very lost trying to find the place. So we called the piercer and told him our situation, and he gave us better directions to find the place. So we looked for the place a little longer and still could not find it. When we called him the second time, he asked what color and make car we were driving. I told him, wondering what that had to do with anything, and he said that he had seen us pass by the place twice. This made me a little embarrassed and I went back to the place and meet Chris for the first time. Then we walked back down a little hall and into a room on the right side of the hall. We went in and he explained how it was going to happen. Then I told him that I never wanted to see the needle, he agreed and said that he also did not like needles. Then I asked if my girlfriend could come in to comfort me during the piercing. He said it was okay, so I went and got her to come in.

After we talked for a little longer, he asked the famous question; would you please stand up and drop your pants. After that, I just sat back in the little laid back chair and stared at the ceiling. My girlfriend saw him open new needles and equipment for the piercing. He explained everything he was doing as he was doing it so I would be able to get ready and get a good breath. None of it really hurt like I thought it would, but there were times when it was uncomfortable. Like when he could not get the receiving tube in. It did not hurt, but still not something you want to feel. Well, after that was all done, he told me to start taking deep breaths and to try to relax as much as possible. So I tried to relax and just stare at the ceiling. Then he said that he was about to push the needle through. Now this is when the adrenaline kicks in. Nothing like a good adrenaline rush and nothing gives you a good adrenaline rush like having a guy stab your penis with a 10-gauge needle. Well, he got the needle through and then he gave me some time to get my breath back and to calm down, my legs were shaking uncontrollably during the whole procedure.

After about a minute or so, he said that he was about to put in the ring. Now this did not hurt at all. The only thing that was really scary about the whole thing was when I saw how much blood there was. Now that is scary as hell. To see your penis covered in blood. Damn. Well, he cleaned up and bandaged it up, I paid him, and I was on my way. Then when I got home and started to change to bandage, I saw something that you never want to see. It looked like someone had just dumped a cup of blood over my penis. So I cleaned it off and went to bed. The next day I called Chris and asked him if all the bleeding was normal. He assured me that it was normal and that after a few days it would stop, and it did. But here are some words of advice, if you get a P.A. on Friday, do not go to a concert on Sunday without bandages first. See, I thought it had stopped bleeding, I was wrong. So about half way through the first band, I noticed a little trickle on my leg. Not knowing if it was blood or sweat, I went to the bathrooms to find out. Sure enough, it was blood. Now you have no idea what it's like to look down at yourself in the middle of a concert and see yourself bleeding from the crotch. Well, I wrapped it in some tissue paper and finished watching the show.

Well, my advice to anyone who wants to get a Prince Albert is to go for it. If I did it, anyone can. It's been 3 weeks and 4 days since I have gotten it done, and I love it. So go for it. You only live once.