PA at Think In Ink

At A Glance Author dave Contact shrapnelcaress@aol.com Artist Bradd "Ironface" Collins Studio Think In Ink Location Indianapolis, IN

So here we are again...

It was Friday and we were sitting up at our friend's newly opened shop, Think In Ink, and the lot of us were talking about piercings... imagine that. So, me and my friend Brian seem to be in some sort or twisted competition with who can outdo who, although not realized until recently that it had turned out to be so extreme. We almost ran parallel as far as piercings go, both of us having the tongue done, septums at 4 gauges, and lobes at ¾". I'm done with facial piercings for the most part since having a job at FedEx doesn't allow you to wear jewelry of any kind on top of the fact that I've had most of my face pierced at one point in time or another and taken it out. I've had my ampallang for almost two years now and I was looking into either getting a prince albert or my nipples pierced. Both of which sounded like fun.

So Brian and I were talking about what to get done when he says we both ought to get pa's and make a day of it. I said, "Why the hell not?" and we talked to our buddy, the piercer, Bradd, about ordering us some jewelry. He asked what gauge we wanted pierced at, and we had to figure this one out. I didn't want anything small so we asked him what he could get. He said he could order up to a 6 gauge, but if we pierced it with that, we might as well blow the bottom of our cocks out with a shotgun. So we did the next best thing... we ordered 8 gauge needles and jewelry.

Bradd said that it should be there in about a week, so we had some time to kill. We also ordered two extra 8 gauge needles and barbells to do frenums the same night. Of course, Friday came around what seemed like a year later, and we head to the other side of town to do the deed. When we got to the shop, Will, the tattoo artist/owner looked at us and said, "you the guys getting the 8 gauge prince alberts?" We both nodded and laughed when he cringed. Bradd came out from the back room, jubilant as ever, and asked if his boys were ready to impale their best friends. We said yes and followed him into the back with an entourage of our friends...making it seven people total in the room. He asked us who was going to go first, and I jumped on it. He said, "alright then, man. You know the routine. Get up and drop those drawz." I undid my pants and sat up on the table, pulling my member out. Bradd grabbed a paper towel and pulled me through it and started cleaning me. Then he went over to the counter and grabbed his pen, made the mark on the underside of my penis, and asked me if it looked okay. I said it was fine, so he grabbed the receiving tube. This wasn't all that bad, but it was very uncomfortable, and I flinched a few times. After he got it where he wanted it to be, he reached over and grabbed the needle. Now, I got the ampallang pierced at a 10 gauge and it didn't seem to big, this on the other hand, was pretty damn huge. He took a second to line it up with the mark he had made and I started to get a little nervous, reminiscent of the ampallang, which was one hell of an experience. He asks if I am ready, and I say not really. "You're going," he says, and I'm just laying there, my penis in his hand...

"1... 2... 3... Take a deep breath," and I breathe in as deep as I possibly can. "Exhale," and as I do, he shoves that bad boy through. For a spilt second, it was as bad as the ampallang, but as soon as I opened my mouth to say something, it felt wonderful, so what ended up coming out of my mouth was, "AH... oooooooh..." Bradd tells me to take a look, and I sit up. And there it is... I damn large needle stuck through the front of my favorite organ. Brian grabs his camera and snaps off a photo and I realize that everyone in the room is still laughing at the sound that came out of my mouth when it was done. He went to grab the jewelry which had already been opened, and it slid in with no problems or resistance, but as soon as it was in, the blood started flowing.

We had a bit if trouble bending the hoop back and putting the ball in, since Bradd doesn't have any closing pliers yet, and it ended up with me closing it myself after vain attempts by both Bradd and Brian, but we got it closed, bead and all. Brian snapped off another picture(which I will be sending in as soon as I get them scanned) and then Bradd put me in the glove. We decided that we'd do Brian's pa first and then do the frenums, but by the time Brian was done, I was so bloody that it would've been a pain in the ass, so we decided to wait until the next Sunday, which is a few days from today.

All in all, the prince albert was fun and a lot less intense than the ampallang, but it looks great. I'm so happy with my penis, and I'm not even through with it yet. As far as the bleeding, it bled heavily that night and into the next day, but by the time I went to bed the next night, it was just right around the holes and in small quantities. It's still a little tender, but only when the crusties work their way into one of the holes, and that's usually when I clean it. It's been almost a week since I got the piercing and I tried damn hard not to do anything with it, but the other night I had to make sure everything was in working order. I should've learned from the ampallang, and in a way I did... I learned that bleeding and painful throbbing when you come can be some serious sensation... which I am quite fond of. After the test run, it was considerably more tender and it bled a little, but nowhere as near as bad as I thought it would, so needless to say, I'm pretty happy.

dave

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