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Nipple piercing
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Submitted by Alexander Bagoas
This is a factual account of the process of being pierced in the
nipples and penis (piercing occurred on Saturday November 14th, 1987)
with some description of how the new rings must be cared for and how
they feel after three weeks including my first post- piercing orgasm.
I hope this rather long account is helpful to those considering
piercing or any other form of bodily enhancement.
- Bagoas - December 3, 1987
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At five to one I buzzed the door of Mr. S Leather Products and
entered with my lover, knowing that when I left I would have three
rings embedded in my body. Just as we entered my name was called from
the piercing appointment list - I was only just on time, typical.
Robert, the handsome man who works behind the counter at Mr. S (and who
currently has all his hair shaved off - very nice!) showed me a
selection of rings and recommended some 12 gauge half inch rings for my
tits. However, before I could get a Prince Albert piercing I had to
have the distance measured between the end of my urethra (the piss
slit) and the back of my cock head (just behind the glans). Jim Ward
did this for me in the back of the shop. Being enthusiastic (and
inexperienced) about piercing I naturally wanted the thickest gauge
possible, but those who knew better recommended a 7/8" 12 gauge. The
stainless steel rings were $30 each. After having paid for the rings
and Jim's small fee ($25) my lover and I followed Jim upstairs to where
he would actually insert the rings. At this point the reality of what
was about to occur hit me and I wondered momentarily whether I really
wanted rings permanently adorning my body. This line of thought had
not gone far when Jim bade me remove all my clothes and this I did
before sitting in front of him, naked and vulnerable to his needles.
He inserted a Q-tip covered in anaesthetic into my cock with a
warning that it would sting. It did. Half the Q-tip had disappeared
by the time he stopped prodding it in and I had to force myself not to
squirm.
"We'll do the tits first," said Jim.
He prepped my chest with a brown antiseptic. He had me stand up
straight so that he could mark where the holes would be made in my
nipples.
"Ok, sit," he said.
I sat again with my legs between his. I felt the reassuring
pressure of his thighs and the support of my lover standing beside me.
"Which side do you want done first?" he asked.
"The right," I answered, "naturally!"
He took a pair of what look like pliers (but which instead of having
a straight blunt end had triangles with a hole through the middle) and
lined the hole up with the two black dots he had drawn on either side
of the nipple. The pliers were held closed on my tit.
"Hold this a moment," he said indicating the pliers as he unwrapped
a lethal looking stainless steel needle.
The needle was solid (as opposed to hollow) and straight with a
small indentation at the following end. Jim also picked up a cork
before once again taking hold of the pliers. I felt the sharp point of
the needle against the soft flesh of my nipple and I tried to relax
into the coming pain. This was it. My tit would never be the same
again.
I looked at my lover then closed my eyes as Jim pushed the needle
through my nipple. At such moments time stands still it seems. The
needle passed through what seemed like a mile of flesh, or at least it
seemed to take forever to get to the other side. The pain was intense,
much more intense than an injection which is how I had imagined it
would feel. The pain completely took me over so that I didn't have to
try not to flinch - I felt I couldn't. Because I felt safe in Jim's
experienced hands and because my lover was with me in case of emergency
I felt safe and was able to let the pain flow through me without
anxiety. After Jim had forced the needle to the cork on the other side
of my nipple he fitted the ring into the indentation on the rear end of
the needle, pulled the ring through, and closed it.
At last I had a pierced nipple! I had wanted this moment for so
long and joy swept through me, a result of achieving a long held goal
and a result of the delicious pain that had racked my very being. I
was amazed that I had survived - I hadn't flinched at all, hadn't cried
out, hadn't thought of anything except the pain taking control of me.
"You look positively cherubic!" said Jim as he noticed the smile
which had enveloped my face.
"You like it already," laughed my lover.
However, now I had a second ring coming and the thought of going
through all that again was unnerving to say the least.
The same procedure was repeated, but for some reason the left nipple
hurt three times as much as the right had. The agony was thrilling but
excruciating.
"Can I take this?" I wondered to myself before answering, "I must."
At the completion of the second ring I was sweating and breathing
irregularly. I felt faint and knew that I wasn't too far from passing
out. Jim put my head between my knees and made me push my head against
his hand which rested on the back of my neck. My arms and legs were
buzzing and I could only speak in a whisper. This intensified my
determination to have my cock pierced, but at the same time I was very
unsure whether or not my body would let me enjoy the pain of this
without embarrassing me by fainting away.
A few minutes passed then I sat up. It was time to have my dick
ringed.
Again I felt the sharp warning prick of the needle as it readied for
its journey through my flesh. This time the needle was curved.
Instead of being pushed until it met cork as had been the case with my
tits, it would be pushed to meet the Q-tip which had been resting
halfway up my cock all the while.
I prepared myself with some deep breathes and fervent hopes that I
would take this last ring without complication. Obviously I was tense
so my lover said to me "Look at my face, it'll help." Actually when I
looked into his face I saw his concern and my pain mirrored in his
eyes, so far from helping it made me more uneasy. Instead I closed my
eyes and thought "What the hell, he's got my dick in his hands, he's
got a Q-tip half way up the damn thing, we've paid for the ring, and
moreover, I want this and I want to feel it. Stop worrying and let
things happen as they will."
I don't know why I went through such mental machinations before each
piercing because there was no question of them not happening. After
all, Jim was holding my dick at this point and aiming his needle. In a
quick short move he expertly pushed the needle through my cock. The
pain was quite unlike that of the tit piercings. Whereas they had been
a short deep pain which reached to my core, this pain was more spread
out as the procedure took longer (at least from my perception) and the
pain was more location specific, which is to say, instead of feeling as
though my life was being skewered which is how the tit piercings felt,
this time the location of my dick was the focus of the pain. I had not
seen where Jim had placed the mark and could not see where the needle
was entering. Thus I had only the information of my nerves on which to
rely. They told me that an alien object was slowly invading my dick,
forcing its way through tissue which parted before it. My pain greeted
this invader and welcomed it. This pain was less than that of the tit
piercings but was still significant. However it was so satisfying I
wanted it to go on and on.
When the ring was in place I looked down at it proudly and felt
great fulfillment. My smile threatened to overwhelm my face! I was
genuinely grateful to Jim for his patience, his expertise, and for
having given me the gift of pain which is integral to the experience.
Unfortunately this ring had to be covered due to the risk of
bleeding. Jim put a tissue around the head of my cock and wrapped it
in a plastic bag with a rubber band.
Walking became more difficult after we left Mr. S as the anaesthetic
began to wear off, but worst of all my lover took me next to
Fledermaus's sex shop and together we looked at stimulating pictures of
hunky men etc. This was a beautifully cruel act because I was not able
to get even slightly hard without searing pain telling my dick to get
soft in a hurry, but my curiosity kept me looking at the pictures which
kept making me hard!
Pissing for the first three days felt like barbed wire coming out my
cock, but after this initial trauma it settled down and doesn't hurt
anymore, although pissing feels different with a ring. The ring makes
aiming the piss complicated. The ring is right in the middle of the
piss stream and so it spreads the piss on either side. Gone are the
days of standing back from the urinal to take a carefree piss. Now I
have to either stand right over it or sit.
Those first three days were really the only time my piercings have
ached. It was so bad the first two days that I had to take some
Vicodins which I had hoarded for just such an emergency. These
relieved the pain to a dull but persistent throb. Sleeping was also
complicated because I had to lie in such a way that I was not leaning
on one of my new rings. Also I couldn't prevent myself from getting
hard in my sleep. This resulted in quite a bit of bleeding from my
dick.
The healing process is slow. I could masturbate without pain after
two weeks but still could not have sex with anyone else. After three
weeks all three piercings are firming up and becoming more robust. The
tits heal more slowly than the cock. They react to temperature by
throbbing every time it changes. This keeps me aware of my tits no
matter what I am doing. To heal the piercings I wash each thoroughly
with Hydrogen Peroxide about five times a day, and with Hibiclens, an
anti-bacterial & anti-microbial surgical scrub. For those who are into
shaving Hibiclens is wonderful because if it is applied after shaving
it dramatically reduces the number of follicles which get infected.
Since my torso is shaved once a week I happen to have a good store of
Hibiclens handy.
On Monday evening, the third day after having been pierced, I was
unable to resist the temptation to play with my new jewelry. I lay on
my back and looked at my meat with the shinny new ring capturing its
head. I pulled on my frenum and saw the ring's hole going back into my
flesh. It hurt but the pain was not severe and served to excite me
more. Before I knew it I was as hard as I've ever been and aching for
relief, both from the pain of being hard and from not having come for
three days (a very long time for me!) I squeezed my dick head, feeling
the solid steel inside, throbbing, my balls urging me to go ahead -
pull on it, cum! I looked at my big dickhead - resilient flesh
punctured by hard steel. This cock is permanently changed, altered,
mutilated. Suddenly I had the most urgent, vital, intense orgasm of my
life. I came volumes of creamy cum mixed with bright red blood. The
blood swirled in with the cum just as the pain of the new piercing
merged with the pleasure of the amazing orgasm it had just given me.
Here were my two most essential body juices dripping out of me while I
kept cumming. The PA piercing had unleashed a whole new dimension of
pleasure into my life. Every orgasm since I've had the ring has been
compelling, driving, intense - in a way that they never were before.
Piercing is not for everyone certainly, but for those who are
prepared to explore their bodies it is essential. The mental result of
my piercing has astounded me. These three little rings have been a
source of great happiness, pride and mental satisfaction. I feel I
have taken control of my body and my physical appearance. In the past
I had little control over how my body looks apart from a haircut. I
cannot stop it from growing or aging, I cannot change my skin from
white to black, I cannot be taller or shorter, but now I can augment my
physique to make my body reflect my conception of it. I have faced the
needle and know and trust it. My odyssey is just beginning. I am free
to alter my body. I want it to reveal my dreams...
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