I have seen pictures of scrotal piercings, and I have was thinking about doing it for about a month before I actually got the balls enough to do it. I was thinking about the danger involved, what it could possibly lead to, and most of all I was concerned about it getting infected. I didn't want to lose my balls or anything.
At A Glance Author The Crock Contact iikesmutz@aol.com When A month ago Artist Me Studio My room. Anyway, one Sunday morning I woke up at about 9:00 and decided I was going to do it, and that I was going to do it myself (I didn't want some strange ass guy who I don't trust to be putting a hole through my sack). I was thinking about what I was going to use to do it, and settled on a modified fishing hook in which I used before to pierce my ear (not too smart). I took out the Alcohol, cleaned and sterilized everything the best I could. Then it was time to do the deed.
I sat in my room, took off all my clothes, and made the lights the brightest I could. I grabbed what I wanted to pierce, and proceeded to do so. I began to softly just poke around at the area, just to get a sense of what it would feel like, and possibly how much it might hurt. I didn't hurt to much so I moved on to the next "step". I then checked for any veins that I wouldn't want to hit, because scrotums happen to be quite veiny. Once I was done with that I held in what seemed to be the right places, and just pushed. I could feel the hook pentrating the skin, and before I knew it, it was half way through. Once again, I held my sack, and pushed away. A familiar "pop" was felt, and there it was. A fishing hook through my sack.
I stood up, with sweat dripping down my face, and looked in the mirror. I thought to myself "Im done", but I really wasn't (the ring wasn't in). To my surprise it didn't bleed, and didn't hurt to much either. I took a few moments to cool off, and admire my work.
I sat back down on my bed, and proceeded to put the ring in. What a pain in the ass. It seemed like it didn't want to go in. I sat there for a good 5-10 minutes pushing, pulling, and trying to get the damn thing in. It went in the entrance hole with no problem, but it was the exit hole that was giving me problems. Finally, after all the struggle with my sack I felt the familiar "pop" again, and there was the ring in my sack. I used a small ring; a 16G ring that I just happened to have. Not a good choice at the moment.
That night I had to sleep on my back, and with no clothes on. I didn't want anything pulling at it. The next morning I woke up, and it was quite the crust convention down there. The next couple of days I wanted to take it easy, and not walk to much, despite the face that I had to go to school. I was so paranoid about it getting infected, and about it pushing out. I also avoided sex, and anything that included penis work (just to be on the safe side).
The after-care was pretty basic. I cleaned it 3 times a day with Dial soap, and soaked it in salt-water once a day. A few days later I put in a 10G C.B.R., and two days ago I put in a 8G bar. This was a pretty stupid move. I should have waited a few more day till I stretched it.
I was pretty stupid throughout this whole thing. I wasn't too careful with what I used, and where the piercing was placed. I used a damn fishing hook, and didn't mark where I wanted it to exit and enter. I look back on it now, and I was pretty damn idiotic. I also should have waited to stretch it. That didn't hurt to much, by the way.
All in all I don't regret it, I just regret not being more careful, and not reading about it as much as I should have. As of now, its doing very good, the swelling went down, there are no more crusty build ups, and no more pussing. It was a good experience, and now my sack isn't just a plain old sack anymore. Someday I plan to do another one on my other side, to even things out, and maybe even a piercing on the penis. Who know what will come of this? As for now though, I'm quite happy with it, and it isn't giving me as many problems as I thought it would.
I do not suggesting this method of piercing.