Recently, a relationship of mine... of three years... ended, and I was feeling sort of down. I was trying to think of something to do with myself, when some chick I knew jokingly told me to get my penis pierced, since I wasn't going to use it anytime soon anyways. Nice friends, eh? Well, long story short, it was about eight pm when we hopped in the car and looked for some place that was still open. Express yourself seemed to be the only place, so I gave them a call and asked if they did Apadrayvia. The girl on the phone said yes, so we were on our way. Unfortunately, when we got there, they didn't have the correct sized jewelry. It took a minute before I realized I should just get a PA done, and luckily Jakk took me right in.
At A Glance Author Josh Contact Josh@bme.anon When N/A Artist Jakk Studio Express Yourself Location West Seneca, NY I would have to say, if you are going to get a piercing done in western, Ny.... come to this guy. He even wore a damned surgical mask during the piercing. Now, although at first I just thought he didn't like me much, I found out later that he wears masks for everyone. He took the time to explain the entire deal, and repeatedly told me that if he did anything that hurted... to tell him. I've never been more comfortable with getting stabbed in my life. He explained the first part was to put in a tube.
The tubing in the urethra was interesting to say the least. It took only a moment, and it didn't hurt. It was just a sensation I won't soon forget. Sort of like the first time you make love to a piece of vegetation. Right guys? Eh.... eh? Alright, thats just me. But anyways, I didn't watch the process, but it was quick, simple, and I only experienced an almost warm sensation followed by quick discomfort.
The next part was to create a small hole in my penis. To do this, Jakk chose a needle. I thought it was a good choice, and I let him proceed. I would have to say that before shock swept over me... the pain was intense. It was like a sharp needle going through my genitalia or something. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was a blinding pain, and I have felt worse before, but it was a different sharp pain. At this point, he almost immediatly told me he was putting the ring in.
The pain subsided with roughly five seconds, partially due to the shock and excitement setting in. The one thing that made me nervous was the closing of the ring on the captive ball. For some reason, the intense shaking of his hands as he applied enough pressure to rip my member off did frighten me a bit. He knows what he is doing, and it is obvious because the ring was on and the pain was gone entirely within fifteen seconds to twenty five seconds.
The entire process really only took two minutes from the time I laid down, to the time Jakk put a glove on my boy. He told me he affectionately calls putting the glove on as applying the "Red Rooster". Yes, there was blood but minimal, and the glove did look funny filled with it. A few moments went by, and I realized, although I would never look at the hamburger helper guy the same way again... not only did I have a Prince Albert, but I also had a free glove to boot.
I tipped him ten or fifteen dollars, and I was on my way out when he handed me some cleaner for it. I also set up an appointment to finish up with an apadrayvia soonish. The story doesn't end here though.
The bleeding continued through the next day and the next few days. It was the worst in the morning, and soon I found that it hurt intensely during an erection. I had thought this not normal but I decided to wait on it. I bleed quite a bit for the next week or so... and missed some work due to it. It seemed to be random bleeding, but damn did erections hurt. I had called express yourself a few times asking, but never got Jakk. I always got the same reply of, "Well, just wait a few days and call us back."
I knew the amount of blood coming out of me was not normal after about 8 days, and it was getting hard to fight off erections due to the searing pain so I drove up to Express Yourself. I was told Jakk was not there but there was a piercer who could see me. The drive is about 45 minutes from my home, and I waited about twenty minutes before the piercer came out. She said, "What's up?", I said, "You tell me." I started to explain, but she interupted me with the fact that bleeding is normal and whatnot. She didn't offer to even take a look. I stressed that something wasn't right, and once again... I got "Come back or call us in a few days."
I was pissed at this point, and called the next day trying to get ahold of Jakk. I was tired of waking up saturated in blood, and fearing for my life whenever I saw something that excited me. I did get ahold of him this time, explained what was going on, he told me he would have a look and took me immediatly. A larger ring was put in, and the other ring was taken out (We are talking diameter). He gave me the used jewelry in a airtight little bag and apologized.
It seems that the initial ring was too small in diameter and was causing me not to heal, and tearing at me when I grew in my manly way. Not a big deal, but I wish I hadn't gotten the run around. I probably should have just told them I was in gut wrenching pain, but it was not JakkJakkault. I had not spoken to him once, and when I finally did he took me in an fixed it immediatly.
Since all of that, I have healed up wonderfully. Not a trace of blood the day after the ring got switched out. No pain during happy time, and all in all, minimal discomfort now. I think the moral to this is, if it doesn't feel right... ask alot of questions. If you don't get the answers you want, then ask someone else. If they don't give you the answers you want, ask someone else... and keeping asking. Do NOT let what happened to me happen to you. I am extremely lucky my piercer is as good as he is, but unfortately there is not much apparent teamwork in the building.