I'd heard of male genital piercings before I ever heard of BME, but I'd never given them a second thought. Then I did find BME, and saw a couple of pictures. I was captivated, intrigued. I decided that, eventually, I would have one. Also, I thought, this piercing would not merely be for aesthetics, but as a kind of test of myself—once I've done this, what is there I can't do? What is there to be afraid of? Therefore, I wanted a piercing through the head of my penis, either dydoes, an ampallang, an apadravya, or a PA. At first I thought dydoes would look good, but I am uncut and the ridge around my head isn't big enough. I didn't like the look of the ampallang, and I didn't want the inconvenience, as I saw it, of possibly having to sit down to urinate with a PA. So apadravya it was. Originally, I wanted two, side by side, but I knew I would never be able to afford it, and, in retrospect, I'm glad I only got the one.
At A Glance Author Jake Contact Jake@bme.anon Artist Blake Studio Ink Addictions Location Jupiter, FL The actual story, I suppose, began back in April, when my then ex-girlfriend wanted her eyebrow pierced. Since pretty much everyone we knew was new in town, because we were part of the first class of a brand new college, we didn't know where to go. Luckily, one guy was from the town and had a couple of nose piercings and a tattoo, and directed us towards Ink Addictions, in Jupiter, Florida. We went, and she had her eyebrow pierced by Blake. I was very impressed. I had gotten all my previous piercings in Tampa, and this studio in Jupiter seemed to be head and shoulders above that one. So, I asked how much a double apadravya would be. Blake told me it would usually be seventy for any genital piercing, but, since he had never performed this one before, he would do them for sixty each, a total of $120. I was bummed. I thought there was very little chance of my being able to find the money for even one.
My stroke of luck didn't come until December, when a Disney Studies field trip was cut short, leaving me with extra cash, and my parents upped the amount of money they were sending me. So, a week before finals, I called up Blake to ask him if he would still do it for sixty. He said he would, and, after a couple of phone calls back and forth, he had my measurements and had ordered the jewelry, a ten gauge, 1.5-inch barbell. This was where the next hurdle came up; I didn't want my parents to know about this piercing, so I wanted to have it in at least a week before I went home for Christmas.
Luckily, the jewelry came in on the Thursday, the day before finals started, and ten days before I was to go home. Blake told me it would come in about two o'clock, then he would autoclave it, and phone me when everything was ready. He called my about 3:30, and I set off, with a friend who had agreed to drive me, and two other friends who were just curious. I drank down a Gatorade as we got there, and went in.
Blake was waiting, and the shop was empty. I filled out the paperwork while Blake set out his stuff and put paper down in the piercing room. He showed me the barbell, still in its autoclave pouch, and it looked HUGE. I started getting really nervous, not as though I wasn't nervous already. Only one of my friends, Sarah, came into the room with me, to hold my hand. I dropped my pants with fewer inhibitions than I thought I might have, and hopped up on the table and lay back. My penis was about two inches long at this point, but I'd read enough experiences on BME to know that this was usual, so I wasn't too bothered. Blake was great, and really helped to relax me. My foreskin is pretty short, and doesn't cover my head, so there was no problem with that. Blake swabbed me with what I guess was iodine, or something similar, then marked me up. I checked the marks, and they were perfect.
Then came the piercing. First, the clamps were put on. That HURT! I joked that I had read in a lot of piercing experiences that the clamps were the worst part, and I hoped so, because I didn't want it to get much worse. Then came the actual piercing. The needle went through and AAAAGH it hurt. My left knee came up, and I let out a strangled cry. And then the needle went through the bottom of my urethra, and then through the top, and I could feel each one, and that, that was the most painful feeling of my life. And then, just as I was about to scream out to STOP, it was over, the needle was in. Blake asked if I was OK and then put in the jewelry, which hurt a little, but was nothing after what I'd been through.
I lay there, and the endorphin rush started, and Blake took a couple of photos, which I'm submitting with this experience. Urinating the first couple of times was painful, and I had a hellish time with erections in the night until I figured out to wear my boxers backwards to stop the barbell getting caught in the fly. The main aftermath problem was the next day, when I got up to take my chem final. I went to the bathroom, urinated, and started bleeding. And bleeding and bleeding. Anyway, 45 minutes later, I was still bleeding, so I just wrapped myself up in bandages and tissue paper, and went and took my exam. When I got back, I gingerly peeled it all off, which was pretty easy, since it hadn't clotted, despite my having bandaged it about two hours earlier. Since then, no problems. I still get a little lymph, but it is disappearing fast, and I should be getting new jewelry sometime soon. Was it worth the pain? Yes. Would I do it again? DEFINITELY!