My story starts out with a TV program called Sex/Etc. This episode was all about body mods, from botox, to genital piercing. One guy showed the viewers his Prince Albert. I immediately started thinking about it.
At A Glance Author Richard When A week ago Artist Chantal Studio Kevin's Kustom Tattoos Location Johannesburg, South Africa Having toyed with the idea (very briefly I might add) of getting my foreskin pierced when I was a bit younger, I hadn't thought about it for years, but this really appealed to me. I decided right there that I wanted to do it, but didn't know whether I could get myself to go through with it or not. I immediately went onto the web and started researching. I came up with tons of info, including this site, which, after reading what seemed like a thousand experiences, turned out to be the most informative and truthful of them all.
So a week ago (After having not been able to stop thinking about it) I decided I'd go to the only place I'd trust (Kevin's!) and confirm all the info I'd found and if I felt brave enough, get it done. Heart beating a hundred times a second and a huge lump in my throat the whole way there, I walked in and spoke to Chantal. A little shocked at first that it would be a girl performing the procedure, I was soon very relaxed and feeling more confident about it due to her professional and calming manner. All of my concerns and questions were addressed directly with no pretense.
Unfortunately it was not to be at the time. They didn't have stock of the correct jewelry and I was told to come back the next day, as the stock was on the way and it needed to be sent through 2 sterilizing processes before it could be used, which was nice to hear.
I left home the next morning fully prepared with my supportive jocks and drove to the shop. Petrified of the wait, buzzing in anticipation, I stopped on the way and got a muffin and a coke to keep myself busy with in the waiting area, and then went in and sat down. The others in the waiting room were friendly and chatted to me for a while, which had quite a calming effect. After 15 minutes, Chantal called me through to the booth and my stomach jumped. It was time!
Very professional, she gestured me to sit down while she prepared.
She gathered several new sealed instruments and the sterilized BCR and answered a few last minute questions. The only things that were really bothering me were how it would affect my life while healing. I found out that a foreskin makes no difference, and that it in fact hides most of the ring when forward. Another concern was whether erection would be painful for the "tender" stage (because we've all woken up that way, right?), and it was not in the least even uncomfortable, although sex and masturbation should be left a while to allow for healing.
She asked me to take my pants and jocks down to my knees and lie back on the plinth. (It's the same type of table/bed you'd lie on for a massage). I obliged, slightly embarrassed that, due to nerves, my penis had suffered serious shrinkage. I was sure she was quite aware of that sort of reaction, so I tried not to think about it. I lay back looking at the ceiling, while she sterilized me, and was given the warning that she was about to start.
Although I thought better than to watch, there were 3 "stages". The first was just really uncomfortable when the receiving tube was being inserted into my urethra. The second was when she pushed the receiving tube so as to see it on the outer side, made the actual piercing and removed the receiving tube all in one swift action. The third and just as uncomfortable was when she pulled the ring through.
Before I knew what had happened, it was over with a slight groan from the pain. It was by no means unbearable. I was left with the ring sitting on the end of my manhood, which was now looking a little "warmer". I was also a little relieved that the ring, which had looked so HUGE lying on the table, looked quite good. I couldn't help but laugh out loud! I'd done it. I'd challenged myself and faced the only thing that had put me off, the pain, and it was the most fantastic feeling.
We sat around for a couple of minutes while discussing after-care. She told me to drink a lot of water to prevent stinging, and to use a stall for the first couple of urinations until I was sure of "how it flows". With only a slight tingling sensation I paid, tipped and walked out feeling very chuffed with myself. Walking to the car was a little uncomfortable, but again, not unbearable.
Now, one week on, it had stopped bleeding by the second day, with no swelling, bruising, or even redness to be honest. It's just there, if still a little sensitive. (Just don't shake too hard after taking a leak!) The first urination was not sore at all, although one or two since, when I bit dehydrated, have stung slightly. I still clean it twice a day as I was told, and there've been absolutely no problems!
If you're thinking about getting a Prince Albert, the pain isn't half as bad as you think. You've come to the right place to find in-depth, truthful articles from real people who have been there. Read them! Put your mind at ease. Ask the piercer anything you like! If you have a question, no matter how dumb you think it might be, they've heard it all and it'll only make you more confident about your choice in the end! And once you've done it, come back and tell your story. I've enjoyed re-living mine!