In the Early 1990s, I was in Florida attending college. This is where I met the band the Genitorturers (I can't really write a description of this band that would do them justice. Anyone with an interest in S/M, bondage, piercing, general sexual depravity and/or industrial/metal music should check out their website www.genitorturers.com.)
At A Glance Author Gusty Crosswinds Contact Gusty Crosswinds@bme.anon When Ten years ago or more Artist Gen Studio 9:30 Club, live on stage Location Washington, D.C. My friend Ruth was in the band's stage show, and she introduced me to the rest of the band. The singer was Gen, who performed all sorts of piercing live on stage while the band played. I have a generally curious nature, and Gen and Ruth were very... persuasive, so it wasn't long before I went from the audience to the stage. In Tampa, I was locked in a dog kennel, forced to crawl around and strapped to a spinning rack to have my nipples pierced. This was just play, so she used small-gauge needles. We'd only agreed to one nipple before the show, so the second one was an exciting surprise. There's not much you can do when you're strapped to a rack. The endorphin rush was so great; I wished I had more nipples.
I was in another show in Orlando where I wasn't pierced, but generally abused, stripped, and wrapped in Saran Wrap. That night, after the show, Gen pierced my nipples permanently (or at least she tried—I've never had a nipple ring that didn't migrate out.)
Soon after these experiences, I transferred to the University of Maryland. In the fall of 1993, I saw that the Genitorturers were playing at the 9:30 Club in Washington, D.C. I got to the venue early and sneaked in to visit my friends. It turned out that they were looking for a male genital torture victim. I was interested in a Prince Albert, which worked out well because it's a fairly easy piercing to perform. The unfortunate thing was that we didn't have appropriate jewelry. Just in case, I had brought along a 14 gauge CBR from one of my nipples. This is definitely too small for a PA, but I wasn't sure I'd ever get another chance to have someone do this piercing for me, so I talked Gen into doing for me and letting me stretch it to 10 gauge myself a few days later.
Before the show, Gen stuck a xylocaine-covered Q-Tip into my urethra. As far as the actual piercing goes, this was the most painful part—which is to say, not too bad at all. It's anything any male who has been tested for STDs has experienced.
I was pretty nervous, and the show is kind of a blur. Ruth put a tight latex mask over my head, so I was completely disoriented and able to only breathe through these little nostril holes. She put a dog collar on me and, when my turn came, I was jerked out onto stage and strapped to the spinning rack. After sending me head over heels for a bit, they stopped and clipped clothespins all over my upper body. I should have expected it, but Gen surprised me with needle through my nipple. The only reason I could tell when the PA happened was that I could feel someone messing around with my genitals. There was no pain in the least, thanks to the xylocaine and all the other pain I was experiencing.
I hung out and waited for the show to end, when Gen put the 14 gauge CBR in for me. She explained to me how to stretch the piercing and told me how to take care of it. She wrapped my embarrassingly shriveled penis in gauze and gave me a "rooster" to wear home. She took off her latex glove by turning it inside-out over my package and taping it in place. This wasn't really necessary, as I only bled like one drop, but I could see how it would be nice if you were bleeding a lot.
The very next morning, I placed an order with Gauntlet for a 10 gauge CBR and an insertion taper. These things took a few days to arrive, during which I made a few observations. First, a 14 gauge ring is too thin for a PA—it would cut painfully into my meatus when I got an erection. In spite of this, I was able to masturbate in the shower one day later, though with a slight modification of my usual technique. Blood turned my semen pink. Vaginal sex was never possible with the 14 gauge ring in, but after three days of waiting, I found that oral sex was incredible. My girlfriend was quite obliging, and I think of the time between the 14 gauge piercing and the arrival of my 10 gauge ring as a Golden Age of blowjobs.
The insertion taper and ring showed up eventually. I hadn't been able to afford ring expanding pliers. Because of this, I ended up bending the ring for insertion with two pairs of pliers wrapped in masking tape so as not to scratch the jewelry. I would strongly recommend against this technique. It was not a pleasant task to fiddle around with two pairs of pliers, trying to bend a piece of thick metal which was stuck through my dickhead. Eventually, I got the new jewelry installed.
I never removed the 10 gauge CBR until about a month ago, when I put in an 8 gauge circular barbell. That went in so easily that I wished I would have stretched it to a 6. I hope to soon go down to a 4—I'll try skipping two steps and see how that goes.