I've always had a fascination about Prince Albert's for as long as I can remember, thinking that they looked really great but for some reason never thinking that I could actually have one myself. Like so much in life, a Prince Albert was something other guys did. Then about three or four months ago, and I still to this day don't know why, it suddenly dawned on me that I could have one as well. And whilst the realisation brought a smile to my face, it also bought a lot of questions to my mind. So I fired up my modem and went surfing to see what I could find.
At A Glance Author Active Lad Contact active.lad@ntlworld.com Artist Lloyd Studio Access all Areas Location Nottingham, UK It wasn't long before I got chatting to a few guys – some had had theirs done many years previously, and other more recently. Personally, I was more interested in the recent experiences as I felt it would give me a better idea of how it was done, how much it hurt etc. One evening, I got chatting to a guy who had had his done about eight months previously. He pointed me to BME and his experience. The more I read and the more guys I chatted to, the more I realised that regardless of whether guys had anaesthetic, bled, didn't bleed, had pain, didn't have pain, the result was always the same – they wish they had had it done years ago.
The final problem was an issue of reality. I'd seen plenty of pictures and real a whole lot, but I'd never actually seen a PA in real life. Fortunately, the guy that had pointed me to BME was willing to meet up to let me inspect the handiwork and give me some advice on care, jewellery etc. So one evening in December 2000, we met up and I was convinced. His PA looked really good whether he was flaccid or hard and definitely added to the general look and operation of his dick. Plus, being uncut as I am, I was able to see how he coped with his foreskin and the PA. Admirably it seemed!
Christmas and New Year came and went and I kept thinking, "I must get this damn thing done" But the problem was no longer if, but rather where. I didn't fancy a two-hour trip to London to have it done in one of the many piercing studios in London so I was trying to find somewhere locally. What I didn't want to do was just pick somewhere from Yellow Pages and hope for the best. Then in January, I saw another posting on BME from a guy who had had his PA done at "Access all Areas" in Nottingham. The posting was complimentary and I was relieved to see what they used anaesthetic. So I dropped the guy an eMail. Again he was very complimentary and I was convinced.
I was due to fly to the US in early February, so decided to book an appointment for straight after I got back. The idea of being in a plane for 9 hours with a new piercing didn't seem like a good idea. So I made the appointment and then set about telling everyone I knew, knowing full well that once the secret was out, there would be no going back! I was also fortunate that a friend would be staying locally at that time who had had a PA done a few months previously, so he agreed to come along for moral support and make sure I actually did it!
The day finally arrived (12th February 2001) and I was remarkably calm. I had had numerous phone calls and Text Messages that morning wishing me good luck, so there was no going back. But for some reason, when we arrived at the Piercing Studio, all of a sudden I thought "What the f*** am I doing here? I'm going to pay a guy a stick a needle through my dick. I must be mad!" But next thing I knew we were inside. The studio was clean, and well kept with nice leather sofas to one side and relaxing, but upbeat music playing in the background. On the other side, there were a number of cabinets full of jewellery. When I booked myself in, one of the female assistants came over and started chatting about the various piercings and generally putting me at ease. She asked me to fill in a form giving the usual details and then introduced me to Lloyd, the guy who was going to do the dirty deed.
Lloyd quickly took us upstairs having got all the necessary forms from their well-organised filing area and went into the studio. The place was spotless. Had it not have been for the jazzy (very clean) black tiles on the floor, we could have been in a hospital. The place was clean, well organised with the reassuring hum of an autoclave in the background. Lloyd showed us into one of the cubicles and sat me down on what was just like a Doctor's examination table, which he had covered with paper towel. If cleanliness is next to Godliness, these guys are up there with the Angels. Everything was clean, well looked after and looked much more like your local clinic than a piercing studio. In fact, I commented to Lloyd about the number of pairs of latex gloves he wore – every time he touched something after touching me, he changed his gloves before touching me again. Now how's that for care?
Once I had stripped off, Lloyd took a quick look and them prepared the first dose of local anaesthetic – he used Lidocaine. Now that stung! Having anaesthetic squirted up my urethra was a bit uncomfortable for about 10 seconds but then eased off – If you've ever had the NSU Test you'll know what it's like! We chatted whilst the anaesthetic started to work and then Lloyd administered a second dose – didn't feel a thing that time. Another five minutes and then dose number three just to be sure. This time it was squirted in with some force to make sire it went deep and yep, that stung, even more than the first time. But within 10 seconds of so, the stinging subsided. No way could you describe it as pain, just discomfort.
So then it as time to lie down and have the piercing done. It was at this point that I thought, for a split second, about not going through with it. Even though I couldn't feel my genitals at all, I had this sudden thought that it was going to hurt like hell and this was the last chance I had to change my mind. Lloyd turned to me and said, "Did that hurt?" and I said, "Did what hurt?" and he replied "Good, because it's done" While I had been thinking about changing my mind, I had failed to notice the swift action that had left me with a 2.4mm x 16mm Captive Steel Ball Ring hanging from the end of my dick. I hadn't felt a thing. I sat up and looked at my PA. I looked at my friend who had a big grin on his face (he'd been watching the whole thing). I looked back at my PA. "Oh my God!" was all I could say. "That'll be adrenaline," said Lloyd "marvellous stuff".