So, I'd been thinking about getting my cock pierced. Was wandering around in the piercing archives at BME, in fact, pondering it. My friend, K, who was with me at the time, pointed out the Ampalling and told me she'd heard they tend to increase sexual sensativity. I peered at the other experiences listed, which included re-enforcement of the likelyhood of increased sensativity, as well as how painful it is. The pain wasn't really much of a concern to me, considering I actually like the idea of torturing or even removing my penis (though that's a change I am nowhere *near* ready to make yet...but I digress).
I didn't honestly have the money at the time, however, nor did I feel I was really ready to make any change to my body. I looked at the piercing pictures quite often, though, and read a few more experiences when time and attention was appropriately providable. After moving around the US for awhile, I wound up back in my hometown of Sacramento, and found myself wandering into the famed piercing shop, SUB-Q. I was in and out of there several times, and actually felt rather out of place, though I tried to hide it as best I could. I'm rather chubby, with shortish blond hair that makes me look clean-cut; and usually was coming from work, wearing my collared shirt. I'd stare about at the different jewelry, ocassionally grab a price listing or a pamphlet, or ask a simple question about the piercing I had in mind. I didn't have the money quite yet, since it cost $50 to get the piercing and the jewelry. Still, I didn't lose my interest in all the time I passed the place on my way to work. I started discussing it with my long-distance boyfriend, who's not really into piercings or anything. He was a bit dubious, but he's taken to the idea, and knew how badly I wanted it.
So, I decided to do it. Yup. I was getting the piercing. I had thought about it long enough. I wanted to try it. I was ready for the pain, I had talked about it with the piercers at the shop several times, and knew that there was someone specific who had to be there to do it. I went in before work and made the appointment.
The first thing the lady with the orange hair and streached lobes (who I later came to know as Kristy) said when I told her I wanted an Ampalling was, "Are you serious?" I almost stuttered, but managed to take it in stride, nodding my head. Yes, I had told her, I was serious. "Have you done the research on the healing time?" I was already nodding my head at the start of the question, but erk?ed a bit when she finished it. Somehow, I'd missed this bit of into in my trips to BME's site (my own fault). Kristy explained that it could take 9-12 months or longer to heal. I still agreed and she wrote down my name, making sure that Scott (the only piercer who had *ever* done them, and who had done several) was going to be there at that time. I had my appointment.
I had wanted to talk to my SO about it s'more, but I found that he'd gone to an all-night computer game party (Yes, he's geeky, but I love him) and wouldn't be back any time soon...so, I decided to go ahead without him.
I came in, and was early...but they were taking walk-ins, so they just canceled my 7pm appointment and took me then. I found out that Kristy was going to be the one performing the piercing, under Scott's supervision. I was assured that she had pleanty of piercing experience, and this would just be her first Ampalling. I was pretty darn ready. I had my money all counted out and ready in my wallet. They had me sign releases and show my ID and all that. I'd eaten an hour before, which was recent enough that I wouldn't pass out, but far enough away that I wouldn't vomit from the pain if I got queasy. I paid them and headed back. I dropped my slacks as instructed and hopped on the table. I laid back and watched Kristy sterilize everything and get the needle ready to be pulled fresh from the pack. After she had set everything up, she went to get Scott and I looked about the room before she reappeared with him.
Kristy sterilized, then felt about to figure out the positioning of the internal workings of my penis, Scott explaining what was happening. Scott then showed her how to mark everything appropriately to figure out where the entry and exit points would be. I listened with interest, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. I peered down at the forceps as they clamped the head of my penis. I've never been particularly sensative to pain down there, so this wasn't a big deal for me, though Scott seemed concerned that it was. After a few more moments of discussion while I looked at the ceiling, Kristy brought the needle up without me really realizing right away. She started without asking if I was ready, but I realized a moment before that she was about to start. It was enough to prepare myself, and I squeezed my eyes shut, starting to feel it pass through. Yes, it was painful. I felt it all the way through...every millemeter during the few moments of it happening. I didn 't scream, much to the surprise of all, but I did inhale sharply enough to make a hiss sound. Scott told me to just breathe while it was going on, and I did, by breath coming a bit quick. I managed to regain control, and I felt the clamp come off.
The pain had subsided, and I was told I could sit up and look. My cock head was still a bit compressed from where the clamp had held it, but everything looked in order. Scott showed me how to pull my foreskin up over the barbell ends without letting it get skewed, and I was allowed to rest for a bit in the room. After about ten minutes, I decided that I felt alright, and stood. I felt a little high from the endorphin rush, but I seemed to be able to walk allright, and checked out my cock in the full-length mirror. Two little lumps under my foreskin were the only visible indications at that moment. I didn't even really feel sore. So, deciding I'd had enough of a rest, I pulled my pants back on and headed out. Thankfully, my slacks are loose enough so as not to press my cock in any particular direction.
I had my aftercare in my satchel for later cleaning, and I hung around, drank some water, and generally made sure I was capable of walking without trouble. I had some nice conversation, then headed home.
That night, I *couldn't* stop myself from playing with my cock. I got hard, and it worried me how tight the 1" barbell felt on my cock...I managed to get off, though, and the pain just made it all the better...but I didn't want to damage anything.
So, I went in the next day and got a 1 1/4" barbell. This was actually a mistake, because of my foreskin. It streached it all out and bruised it quite brutally and uncomfortably, and I was constantly struggling to keep the barbell straight to prevent moving. After feeling the same amount of discomfort with the longer barbell when I got hard, I decided to switch back. And I did.
It's only been a couple of weeks since I got it, but I'm loving every moment of it, my orgasms coming a bit quicker. Haven't got a chance to penetrate (with condom, by necessity) someone yet, but I'm looking forward to it. I don't have any regrets, and also look forward to the day when I'm fully healed, a piece of metal through my cock.
(I'd like to add a little side-note. SUB-Q is an excellent shop, and if you live in the sacramento area and want to get a piercing, that's the place I'd recommend. They're sterile, experienced and they give you all the necessary aftercare products included in thier pricing. They take piercing quite seriously.)
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