At A Glance
Author	Kai
Contact	Kai@bme.anon
When	A year ago
Artist	Caroline
Studio	Akasha
Location	Cosham, Hampshire, England

Just under a year ago I came back to the UK after having been away sailing for a little over two years.

I had been toying with the idea of having my Penis pierced for quite some time and had been walking backwards and forwards past a piercing shop in Majorca on the verge of going in to get it done.

I was full of excuses not least that being away from home things could go wrong and so I decided I would wait until my return to England.

I had been fantasizing for quite some time over this and had in mind that it would serve as a right of passage which would acknowledge my recent accomplishments. Conquering my fear of heights but also proving my bravery and that I could do anything for the girl of my dreams. She of course had no idea but I would imagine her demanding that I get it done and that the ring would be an everlasting reminder of her and a feeling of keeping that attached to me would be like having her with me.

I had a period of free time when I got home as I needed to look for land based work again and it seemed that I must try and go through with this piercing. I had never had any type of piercing up until then and so the whole thing was a challenge.

I phoned Akasha in Cosham as this was a short drive away from where I was living but gave the necessary distance I needed to feel less inhibited.

When I got there I spoke to the staff and they explained the procedure and Caroline offered to perform the piercing. It seemed like an age waiting for her to see me, and I was strangely turned on by the thought. When it eventually came to it, however, my nervousness and fear in going ahead made my penis well and truly limp which was necessary anyway.

I agreed to let a few other staff watch as it was not the most common of piercings and so they were being trained up by Caroline in what to do. I braced myself for the eventual moment after being marked out with a felt tip pen. I was both a little shocked and pleasantly surprised. There was not much pain just the shock of actually having gone ahead and I was delighted to see the very thin gauged BCR when it was in.

I nursed my clothes back on and left the shop, now a little nervous as to how long it would take to heal. I needn't have worried as it only took a couple of weeks, but with it all being new to me, the sensation was a mixture of pleasure and concern.

I am not circumcised and so just to have my foreskin constantly drawn back was great in itself.

I was soon gauging up and this was a variable experience, the first gauge up being almost unnoticeable and instantly more comfortable. The next gauge up was unexpectedly painful and felt like I had to start over, but was in fact just a big contrast to the first stretch and I soon realized it was fine.

I had gauged up to a 4mm size before going off to India to stay in an Ashram out there and again was concerned about hygiene. Anyway on my return I was sure I wanted to get to a 5mm size as this jewelry just looked a much nicer proportion and I was getting to like the weight of the more substantial jewelry hanging on my Penis.

This was the biggest step as it was somehow a psychological barrier and after sizing up somewhat determinedly and with a fair bit of blood and fiddling about to get it in I has happy.

I went off again however to another yacht which I only stayed on for two weeks. I was in a way pleased to leave, as with all the physical activity the piercing seemed much slower to heal than usual. The next weeks and months however flew by and I was happily going running and getting into London Marathon training.

I had also started a new job and had a kinky delight going into an office knowing I had my jewelry hanging inside my trousers making me aware of my member much more than I would otherwise have been.

My confidence had grown and I had ordered and received a 6mm BCR in stainless steel. This I put in myself in the bath and found it really comfortable. I was happily wearing this in the weeks up to up to and then during the 26 mile London Marathon. I should have stuck with this jewelry as it was perfect for me.

For some weird reason however I had decided to buy a gauge 7mm and after the marathon although very difficult to open (as unlike the screw in 6mm it was a sprung clasped ball) it was quite easy to put in. Although I did feel it I had just been amazed how the gauging up had worked so easily. I had by now got used to the healing process each time.

This new jewelry however was not to be the same, the bleeding and reforming of the tube of skin inside just never really happened properly and as the stretching was happening the ring was getting closer and closer to the top of my penis. I found it impossible to remove the jewelry as I couldn't get it undone easily and for some reason I convinced myself it would heal.

Anyway it got so close to splitting I did take it out, it had stopped sitting nicely in place in any case quite unlike the 6mm which had sat comfortably. When I took the 7mm out, the hole hardly closed at all and a very thin strip of my glans remained between the normal top of the urethra and the piercing.

I instantly missed the jewelry and for some reason found myself masturbating more than before. This was not helping however as it seemed to make the thread of skin ever thinner.

Then in my usual way I was walking along a cliff top thoroughly enjoying the day when my fantasy of stripping off and playing with myself in broad daylight for the imaginary pleasure of my chosen women (who I had secretly braved the PA for in the first place) started enacting itself. It wasn't long before I was writhing on the ground naked (but sufficiently alone .... perhaps a little dangerously discoverable)and in ecstasy at the thought of splitting the piercing ... instead of carrying the ring forever which was now out anyway, actually surrendering and letting the piercing hole break free .... Actually a more permanent reminder than the ring itself. It was wonderful.

Now, however I do miss the weight of the jewelry and I don't keep my foreskin drawn back so I may well get a different piercing possibly a lateral one to give my penis that enjoyable extra weight and to keep the foreskin at bay! The woman of my fantasies I had found out was now married (this I discovered even before sizing up to the 6mm and running the marathon) My target of getting to a 5mm had been for her and so perhaps after realizing she was no longer available my relationship with the ring changed !

Has anyone ever wondered whether "Lord of the Rings" is symbolic of an attachment one can get to their PA?