As long as I can remember, I have been fascinated with piercings. Ever since I went to high school and saw girls with multiple ear piercings for the first time, I have been absolutely infatuated with them. I think they must be the damn sexiest creation our warped human minds have ever come up with!
At A Glance Author anonymous Contact anonymous@bme.anon When Two years ago Artist self Studio bedroom Location UK It was when I first got onto the Internet in around 1996 / 1997 that I came across BME, and discovered to my amazement that it definitely wasn't just ears and noses that could be pierced! I guess I was a bit freaked out at first by the thought of someone piercing their manhood, but the idea had formed at the back of my mind, and as time went on, I found it more and more of an appealing prospect. (I've been a diehard masturbator ever since I accidentally discovered it at the age of ten while taking a bath, and the thought of improving the quality of my orgasms was a very appealing one indeed!)
I have experimented on myself a number of times, performing temporary piercings on my ear (the first few times, just to see what it felt like), then moving on to a temporary PA with a very thin needle, and also a temporary frenum and my left nipple with similar thin needles.
I would say that despite being a bit of a wussy kid while I was at school, I think I have a fairly high tolerance for pain in general. After deciding that it pretty much didn't hurt, and that the adrenaline buzz was cool, I made up my mind that I would get a permanent PA at some point. I was feeling almost naked without one - like my dick was badly missing something that would turn it into an awesome tool of sexual pleasure! My mind was made up - it just had to be done! The question was, when, and by whom?
It was about a year later on, after I had been to a piercing shop with my (then) girlfriend on several occasions when she got her navel and nostril pierced. While the place we went to seemed good, I just didn't really like the prospect of whipping my tackle out in front of a complete stranger! So, I decided that I would do a lot of research online, with a view to eventually doing the piercing myself.
After reading other people's write-ups of their own self-piercing experiences, and looking at a lot of photos, I decided that I was ready to attempt the piercing. I had assembled the necessary tools for the job: the largest needle from a set of mathematical compasses I had bought, a captive bead ring (one of my girlfriend's navel rings), some TCP Antiseptic liquid for disinfecting the area, and a stockpile of ice cubes that I would use to numb the area.
I waited until a time that I knew everyone would be out, and decided that today would be the day. I boiled the needle and ring in a pressure cooker for around half an hour - I wanted to do my best to sterilise them, and while I realised that this was hardly up to medical standards, it had to be better than nothing!
I took everything up to my bedroom, removed the clothing from my lower body, and got down to business. First off, I wiped the underside of my glans with TCP, and then numbed it and the inside of my urethra with a large piece of ice on the outside, and a smaller spike of ice inside my urethra, so that the flesh in-between was surrounded by ice. I held the ice in place with a few layers of tissue paper to stop my fingertips from going numb, and also so that the ice wouldn't melt so fast. After about five minutes, I decided that it was numb enough. After placing a few tissues underneath my penis (to soak up any blood), I picked up my needle and positioned it inside the end of my penis (pointing to the outside) so that I could decide on the exact place I would pierce.
I had already read about piercing on the opposite side to that of which you "dress", so had decided to pierce slightly to the left of my frenulum. I put the needle in place, and pressed towards the outside of my penis so that I could see where the point would come out. It all looked good, so I decided to go ahead with the piercing, and proceeded to press hard until the needle had popped through the first layer of skin on the inside of my urethra. All good so far - no pain, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. I then lined up the point of the needle with the position I wanted it to come out of on the underside of my penis, and pressed hard to pierce the second layer of skin.
With an audible "pop", the needle passed effortlessly through the underside of my penis, and I was amazed at how easy it had all been. I pressed the needle through a bit more, to widen up the hole (it was a tapered, solid centred needle - not ideal for piercings) and when I was satisfied that the hole was big enough, placed the ring by the hole so that I could put it through as soon as I took the needle out.
With a quick pull on the needle, it came out, and I slipped the ring through the hole and snapped the bead into place. I think it was only a 12ga ring, so I didn't use any circlips pliers to open it, as my finger strength was adequate.
Amazingly, there was almost no blood, and I was relieved, amazed, and excited that it was finally done! I tried to resist the temptation to play with my new toy, but couldn't, so had a bit of a gentle quickie just to see what it felt like. Well, all I can say about that experience is "goddamn" - I don't think I've ever had a quicker orgasm than that! It must have taken all of 15 seconds, if that, and I felt like I was going to explode with pleasure the whole time (I think the adrenaline had gone to my head - the whole experience had been pretty surreal)! Looking back, it's probably a good thing that I came so quickly - I think it was unwise of me to play with my new piercing, as I risked damaging it before it had even had a chance to heal up. However, everything was fine, so I went for a piss (which stung a little bit) and then jumped in the shower to clean off.
I washed the piercing with Biactol anti-bacterial facewash - it had been strong enough to kill bacteria and keep my face almost spot-free for most of my teenage years, so it would be goddamn strong enough to clean my piercing with! After my shower, I bandaged my penis using tissue paper and a couple of elastic bands to hold it in place, and decided to get an early night.
In the morning there was a small residue of dried blood on the tissues, but nothing serious. My piercing felt a bit tender, but in general, it didn't hurt too much, even when I urinated. I washed it in the shower again, bandaged it up with some fresh tissues, and went to work.
Two days later, and it was the first time I would see my girlfriend with my new piercing. I was a little bit nervous about telling her (she had absolutely no idea that I was going to do it) but thought that as she had a fair few piercings herself, she'd be delighted at the idea of a boyfriend with a pierced willy, especially after I had told her about the extra benefits this would bring to our sex life!
How wrong I was! She was pretty much mortified, and quite angry with me for doing it. I couldn't believe she would get so annoyed about it, but we agreed to leave it for a few days and see if she changed her mind. A few days later, after having seen my piercing several more times and still disliking it, she asked me if I would remove it. At first I said no, but eventually I agreed that if she really hated it as much as she said, then I would remove it. So, with much sadness in my heart, I removed my five-day-old piercing, the hole healed itself up, I went back to having normal "non-explosive" orgasms, and that was that.
However, this is not the end of my PA story... not by a long shot! Did you think I would just take it out, never again to enjoy a mind-blowing orgasm? Hell no!
Fast-forward another year. I was about to go to university, and had pretty much decided that I wanted to split up with my girlfriend before I went, because there would be no way that we could continue our relationship while living apart (plus she had cheated on me, which didn't exactly put her in a favourable light when it came to the decision). So, I broke up with her, her dad tried to kill me (but that's another story), and I went to university feeling great about life in general!
At the end of the first term, I came home for the Christmas holidays, and got the urge to pierce myself again. It seemed like a good time to do it - I was single, so no problems there, and I would have the whole Christmas break to let my piercing heal up before going back to uni. So, it was decided. Almost the first thing I did when I got home was to wait until everyone was out (my parents had gone carol singing... hehe!) and then prepare my tools, exactly the same as last time.
I did the piercing, exactly the same way as last time, except this time I think I got the positioning absolutely perfect (whereas the first time, I think I had pierced a little bit too far forward). It all went well, until I pulled the needle out. Suddenly, out of nowhere came... a lot of blood! I thought "sh*t", slipped the ring through the hole, snapped the bead into place, and proceeded to apply pressure with a wad of tissues to soak up the blood.
Luckily, I think I had overestimated the amount of blood coming out of me, as within five minutes the bleeding had almost completely stopped - first aid techniques do work, then! (Ironic that the only time I have ever needed to use first aid was on myself... but still!) Somehow, this time I had a distinct lack of urge to spank my monkey... ahem... so I left it well alone and jumped into the shower to wash it with the antibacterial soap instead. It stung quite a lot this time, but there wasn't much blood, so I dried it off and bandaged it up as I had done on previous occasions.
The next morning, there was a fair bit of blood on my tissues, but I think this was probably due to the morning wood I had upon waking up! Anyway, it wasn't too serious - I just went for a piss, had a shower, and everything was cool again.
Over the next few days, the bleeding stopped completely, and although feeling a little bit tender, my piercing generally felt good. The worst experience was a two hour car journey to my cousins' house on Christmas day, during which I had a few annoying jolts as the car went over bumps in the road. It wasn't too bad, but I was glad to be out of the car at the other end - there was no blood, but the bashing around had felt pretty uncomfortable!
Over the next week (staying at my cousins' house), I kept up my cleaning regime and by the time I went home again, my piercing hardly ever hurt any more. The journey back was completely non-eventful (no discomfort this time) so I was sure everything was going well for my piercing.
Since then, my piercing has stretched a fair bit. I first bought an 8ga ring for it about a year after I pierced it, and now, almost three years on from the piercing, I've upgraded yet again to a 6ga ring. I would have to say that bigger is most definitely better - the larger rings felt incredible for the first few weeks, and still felt pretty damn good after I had gotten used to them. The ring I currently have makes the original ring look like some kind of paperclip - chunky rings are the way to go with this kind of piercing, and the feeling of a big slab of metal down there is one I'm sure I'll never tire of! Let's just say it feels "nice"...
In terms of opinions received from people on the... err... "receiving" end of my piercing, I've had almost nothing but compliments about it! The first few people I slept with after I got my piercing actually missed out, because I was unsure of how it would go down and hadn't really planned how to explain it, so had removed the ring prior to going to bed with them. However, the first girl who did get to see it seemed mightily impressed by it, and I get the feeling that she possibly wanted to have sex with me just to see what it would feel like. Needless to say, I practised safe sex until I found a regular partner, so it was a while until I got to fully test out the equipment without having a condom in the way! (Incidentally, it's never ripped a condom - not once - which was something I had been a bit worried about.) The only complaint I have ever received about it, is that sometimes it can leave a girl feeling a little bit sore after prolonged use, which has meant we had to stop when possibly it would have been nice to carry on for another hour or two!
I guess that not a lot of people know about my piercing - I don't really look "the type" to have any piercings, let alone one downstairs! I've pretty much kept it as my secret, except from people I wanted to know about it (mostly close friends who also have piercings).
I now have a tattoo (which took me a long time to get round to having), and am thinking about getting another piercing at some point. I would quite like to have my nipples done, but it's not entirely practical as I'm a contact sports player, so I'm a bit scared of getting them ripped out, or not healing properly before I need to take them out. I've also considered having a frenum, but I'm not really sure I have the time or energy to put into letting it heal up properly at the moment, so it's going to have to wait until another, less hectic, point in my life.
My current long-term girlfriend likes my piercing a lot, and is even considering getting a vertical clit hood for herself - now that would make my day! (Sadly, she doesn't seem to keen to get her nipples pierced - there IS no sexier piercing on a girl!) However, I'll always remember the day (the exact date in fact) that I pierced myself, and will never forget the amount of pleasure it has brought me since then. I think it's hard to describe such a personal experience to someone who hasn't experienced a similar thing themselves (it takes a weird mindset to poke a hole in your privates), and I'm absolutely certain that if I had let someone else do my piercing instead of doing it myself, I wouldn't be nearly as attached to it as I am.
I would say (because I feel I need to) that you shouldn't do it yourself, unless you're really sure of what you are doing. I've had routine AIDS and hepatitis tests since I did my piercing, and I must admit that I was somewhat relieved to find that I was negative all round! The thought had daunted me a little bit, purely because I wasn't entirely sure about how sterile my tools were (other than "a bit better than not at all"). So, it's a risk you take I guess, and what is life without any risks? I've always been one for cramming as much as possible into the small amount of time we get to be who we are, so I have no regrets about this most important addition to my life - none whatsoever.
All in all, it is one of the best decisions I have ever made, so I would say to anyone who is thinking about getting the same or a similar piercing - GO FOR IT! You think you know what an orgasm is, but until you've had a bit of metal stuck through your genitals, you just have no idea, you really don't! ;-)