At A Glance
Author	Will
Contact	jagtpanther@hotmail.com
IAM	Turn A
When	It just happened
Artist	Luke
Studio	Bodyworks
Location	Croydon , London, England

The Truth About PAs

Authors notes: - I'm a 17 year old male college student. Uncut, and around 6^1/2".

Ever since I saw a picture of a Prince Albert piercing, I've wanted one. My good friend Sam and I had pledged to get one each when we had the opportunity, mainly because of the percieved 'Taboo' factor.That was in the summer of 2000. Since then, we'd grown apart. Girlfriends had come and gone, and I hadn't thought about it much. I did have a few quick phases of wanting to have it done around fall 2001, but decided against it. Recently though, after having no piercings (performed, or active) for almost exactly a year, I decided that I wanted another one.

I went trowling through BME, as you do - and the one piercing I kept on coming back to was the Prince Albert. Each time I'd search - Septum, Lobe, Nape, Vipers, - then each time I'd come full circle back to the PA. Soon I began to love the way it looked, and I was really keen on it.

What really nailed it for me was my girlfriend giving me the green light. Originally we'd both been quite concerned about healing time. For a couple who have a very active sex life, two or three weeks is a LONG time to wait!

We talked about it for a week or two, just idly, then she said "Well, why not have it as an early christmas present?". I jumped at the chance and agreed straight away. This was on friday. Friday night, we walked around town , chatting more, about size, type and how it would feel. It wasn't until sunday night that it really hit me

"For once, I'm actually going to go through with this - I'm going to get my PA!"

Needless to say, I was quite chuffed about finally getting it done, but the unthinking, unreasoning butterflies in my stomach came nonetheless.

Sunday night I hardly slept at all. I worked on my schoolwork until about 11ish, then was on the phone with Vicky until about midnight. After I'd finished talking, I was still wide awake! I read for a while and tried to calm myself down - it wouldn't do any good to turn up at Bodyworks half asleep!

Monday morning was probably the most exciting part of the whole experience. I literally couldn't sit down for more than 10 minutes without getting up and running around. As Vicky will attest, I spent a random three hours emailing everyone I could think of to tell them!

I figured that I'd better make sure bodyworks were going to be okay with it though - I didn't want to turn up there only for them to say "The guy who does genital piercings isn't here today" or "we've got no more rings in 2.5mm" or whatever, so I called. The conversation was a little stunted by the fact I was tripping over my words so badly I'm amazed Luke understood me, but I confirmed my previous thoughts:

2.4mm Ball Closure Ring, Plastic recieving tube

So, I went to college, and watched the hours drag by - I practically ran all the way to my girlfriend's place to meet her brother, then we drove down to Bodyworks after picking up Vicky from her workplace.

As we walked through the door, Luke and his co-workers greeted us with a loud "Oh! It's the three musketeers!" (since we always come together, and never alone!). He turned out to be very surprised we were switching roles.. I was going to be a victim instead of an onlooker this time!

The shop was empty aside from the woman at the counter, Luke (the piercer), and one of the temp. staff, sitting on one of the huge comfy couches.

Earlier that day, I'd drunk close to four pints of water, so I was breaking my neck for a pee. When I came back, the nice girl behind the till had written out the forms for me to fill in. We knew each other by sight now, so she didn't bother to ask for ID. After I'd filled it out, I followed Luke back into the piercing room.

The building itself is in a state of half-completion. Currently, Bodyworks is at the bottom floor, consisting of a reception/chill room, a piercing room, and two toilets -upstairs, Brad Sims of Sims tattoos runs the place. When they finish building, Bodyworks will be in a new extension around the side of the building, and Sims will be where bodyworks is. Because of this, the piercing room has a plain wooden doorway on one side which leads to the outside world!

I know it's not exactly something that will affect the piercing in any way, but I'd have probably been happier being pierced in a controlled permanent enviroment, rather than a stop gap measure.

Anyway, enough about the building. When I went in, Luke asked if this was my first piercing. "No," I said "I had three lip rings before, but I took them out for Reading Festival, and didn't get around to putting them back in!". We shot the breeze while he was setting up. He reclined the dentist chair which he uses for piercings to a laying position, and placed a white paper sheet down ontop of it.

"Drop your kaks, and have a seat"

As I sat, suddenly feeling very self concious, he sat on a tall stool next to me. "Do you know about PAs?" , "Yeah - but I could always learn something new!".

What he said amounted to:

• PAs are the only piercing that will heal 100%
• To avoid sex for as long as possible

I was fairly happy with this. As I mentioned before, I was concerned about the time before I could have sex, since it's very important to both me and my partner - but I figured - I'm going to go when I'm ready, be that three days, a week or three weeks.

Now, laying in the dentist chair, while Luke's smiling face talked away at me, I was suddenly aware of what was going to happen. What I was doing. I felt naked, alone, and more than a little nervous! I decided "No, I'm not a big shot. I'm going to pussy out of this. There is no WAY I'm going to watch my dick being skewered. I'll probably die!". I shifted back a bit, to let my head droop over the end of the headrest, so I wouldn't have to watch this gruesome genitorture! As I laid back, he swabbed the head of my dick with an antiseptic, explaining the process as he went through it.

"Right now, I'm cleaning the piercing site. Now I'm going to use a recieving tube, which I'm going to slide down your urethra a little way. It may feel a little scratchy. I'll tell you when I'm going to put the needle in, don't worry.

Can you say understatement of the year! As he slid the tapered plastic recieving tube into my dick, it hurt. It really friggin' hurt. Like running sandpaper over the rim of your helmet, but on the inside. I tried to talk - keep my mind off of it, but what came out was just a word salad. I resigned myself to being silent. After what seemed like minutes (which was more like a few seconds) it stopped. Then, before I could barely catch my breath, he pushed the needle through. I can't really explain how it felt. I'm sure that the Prince Albert is the least painful piercing a guy can get, but that's still only relative - it still really hurts! After reading the dozens of experiences on PAs, I expected it to be a more dull, hot kind of pain. Instead this was like someone had hammered a nail through my dick.

After a string of very harsh profanities, I realised he was getting ready to put the jewelry in. I sat back, staring at the ceiling. My dick throbbing in pain, and I remember wiping my forehead with the palm of my hand.

"You're going to feel this..."

(which is piercer code for 'beware: pain ahead') - He popped the ring through. That part was very fast, but the pain came back and I think I almost broke my fingernails I was clenching my hand so hard. No more but a dull throbbing ache:

"That's it, no more pain!"

"I hope so!", I replied and breathed one hefty sigh of relief as he snapped the ball into the ring. That was it. "I've heard alot of people bleed a-" , "Don't worry, there's practically nothing there at all. It seems we missed all the juicy bits".

He stood back, congratulated me, and I stood up. There was a few drops worth of blood on the end of my dick, but I was still a little shell-shocked, so I pulled up my pants, CAREFULLY, without bothering to check out my latest piercing. 'It can wait,' I thought 'until I've stopped crying my eyes out in agony'. Luke put the last few bits of equipment he was using into the autoclave, and said "If you're not feeling dizzy or lightheaded, feel free to go."

Now that I remember, he didn't actually give me any aftercare advice other than to let it soak every day or two!

I walked out of the piercing room into the reception in slow motion, got hugged by my girlfriend, and a few cheers from the two girls there. Vicky's brother, dave, still had to get his nipple piercing, so I grabbed a little cup of water and planted myself on the thick leather sofa by the door. Vicky and I chatted for a while, then Dave came out. She got up and paid, then we bade our farewells and hit the road.

When I got back home, I had a few extra strong painkillers, because my dick was still very tender, and then something happened. A full feeling in my bladder, turning into a pressure on the base of my dick. I needed to pee.

I quickly grabbed a glass from the kitchen and went upstairs to the toilet. Having read before, I'd prepared myself with the 'vast amounts of water', and now I tried out the 'pissing in a pintglass of water.

For the first time, I pulled back down my pants and checked out my dick. With the foreskin over, you wouldn't even know there was a ring there at all. I pulled it back, gently, to get a look. My thoughts went something like this:

'Hey - no blood in my pants... none on my dick. Wierd. Wow - a stainless steel ring, with a black titanium ball.'

By now, I was desperate, so I quickly filled the glass up with water, and slammed the door behind me. The water was freezing, which didn't make me feel any better. I looked up in the mirror infront of the sink and said to myself:

"Look, you're going to have to piss at some point, so just get it over and done with.".

Hardly ever have I felt so much immediate dread. I let it go. It didn't sting, as much that it felt as if a ribbon was being pulled through my urethra from my bladder. I looked down, and the water was a browny-red, and then turned to a more healthy yellow as it started to overflow into the sink.

Being quite pleased with myself, I pulled up my pants and - OUCH! Pulled them down again, and up SLOWLY. Went into the bedroom, gingerly sitting down and hoping that nothing would hit me in the crotch. Vicky came up while I was browsing IAM, and we talked about it for a while. She wanted to see, so I showed her. She jumped into the shower, and then I followed. After showering for 20 minutes, I came back out and checked it over again. Bloody. Damn - there was me thinking I could get away without any blood at all. As I pulled the skin back, I realised that my whole shaft was speckled with blood especially around the head. I tried to clean it off with cotton buds, but it just kept coming. In the end, I dabbed it with a little toilet tissue, and went back into the bedroom.

Not really knowing what to do about sleeping (whether to wear boxers or not) - I decided the best idea would be to wear boxers, then if I got bloody, I could take them off and go commando. Unfortunately in my sleepy stupor, even after realising I'd bled quite a bit, I didn't bother to take them off. Not ALOT of blood, probably three or four drops. In the middle of the night, I needed to piss, and totally forgot about the whole, sprinkler effect, so I just went away, and showered the toilet in bloody piss. (literal bloody piss.) After wiping it off for about 5 minutes, I went back to bed.

In the morning, I checked out my boxers - not much blood at all. I jumped back into the shower and checked out my baby- After the rinse off of last nights crusties, it was as clean as a whistle!

I went to college, but my lessons were canceled, and even after walking around for an hour, running to catch a bus, and getting home, When I came to have a proper shower (can you tell I'm a clean-freak?) , still no blood. Amazing.

It's been about 17 hours since I had it done. I'm very aware of the ring when I'm walking around, the movement of my pants against my foreskin means that there's a tiny, tender feeling whenever I take a step. There is no more pain with the piercing, just a constant awareness, and a cringe inducing dullness when it gets knocked.

I've found that if I let my foreskin roll over the ring, It puts a little more pressure than if I pull it over myself. It doesn't hurt to gently move the ring, but I haven't really got the courage yet to jiggle it around 'just to see'.

My aim is to keep the ring at 2.4mm until it heals, then see what my girlfriend thinks of it, then either remove it, or size up to a 3.2mm or a 4mm.

I can't say anything that anyone else hasn't already said, but I will try anyway:

"Don't think that this piercing will be painless, because there's a very good chance it will be. If you're thinking about it, why not get it? As much as I've moaned and griped about it in this experience, If _I_ can put up with it, _you_ can put up with it. You only have to have a pierce once, then it's yours forever!"

Contact me at Jagtpanther@hotmail.com