I've always admired guys with PA's. I love the way it looks, and sex with a guy who's got a PA is always amazing, but I had never considered getting one myself.
At A Glance Author Andy Contact Andy@bme.anon Artist didn't catch his name, but the big guy Studio Metalmorphosis Location Soho, London However, a guy I am seeing (sort of on and off) was very enthusiastic about me getting one. He had one himself, which I love, but seemed determined that I should do the same.
I was at work one day and we were exchanging emails, when up came his favourite subject; "When are you going to get you dick pierced for me?"
"not sure" was my initial response, but he kept on pushing.
"I've called Metalmorphosis in Soho, they have an appointment free at 12.30, I'll pay, it'll be my treat for you"
"No way!" was my response to that. If I was to get my cock pierced then it would be my decision and I would pay myself.
About a dozen more emails were exchanged until I thought, what is stopping me?
It was time I should stop being so proud and start being a man, "OK, where shall we meet?"
Sometimes you need someone to push you along a little, so off I went. First to get something to eat, "you mustn't get it done on an empty stomach" had been his earlier advise.
Then we met outside the piercing shop. We went down the stairs into the basement, and a guy standing amongst all their silver ware said, "what can we do for you". To which we both replied "a Prince Albert".
Then from a door at the back of the room came this big bear of a guy dressed in white medical overalls and all I could think was, hello big boy!
He took me into the room for what he called an examination. Apparently if you have veins in the wrong place then a Prince Albert would not be possible as you'd bleed to death. This actually made me feel a lot safer as these guys were obviously concerned that they didn't harm anyone. So I dropped my trousers (quite willingly) and lay on this bed for his examination. He picked up my cock and stared at it quite critically, and then said fine. Apparently I have a vein on one side but the other is fine.
He sent me back into the main room to sort out payment and the paperwork. Once this was sorted out I was back on the bed with my trousers around my thighs looking anywhere but down.
He told me to take some deep breaths and to relax, which is easier said than done, when you are exposing yourself to a big stranger where various sharp object in his hand.
On the third deep breath he did it and it hurt. Fuck did it hurt. I've had a tattoo before and when people ask me if it hurts I tell them yes, but it's pain you can deal with. This, however, was not. It fucking hurt!
The pain did subside immediately so I was relieved that it was over.
"Now, I'm going to put the ring in"
Fuck, we're only half way through!!
I don't know if I was worn down and more sensitive as a result of the initial stabbing, but putting the ring in hurt just as much.
He bandaged it up and told me to get dressed. He gave me both verbal advice and full written instructions on how to look after it and with that I went out in to the main room, with the biggest grin on my face ever. Yes it had hurt but I was so proud of going through with it.
Someone else has said on here that if it didn't hurt then everyone would have one, and I think there is some truth in that. I left the shop on a high, whether that was an adrenaline rush from the piercing or just a high from knowing I had done something most people will never experience, I don't know, but it was a high!
I said my goodbyes to my partner and made my way back to my office. I was desperate to tell everyone, but I kept my mouth shut and probably kept my job as a result.
After an hour I needed the loo. I had been told this is a good thing as piss is sterile and I should drink plenty of liquids to keep myself regular. I was also desperate to see what had been done.
I went into the cubicle and dropped my pants. The bandage had a bit of blood on it, but nothing that major. I went for a piss and it didn't sting like I had been warned, surely a good thing.
I dried my cock of and cleared up the blood, then wrapped it in toilet paper and went back to my desk.
It was hurting a little but nothing to bad, but I was conscious that there was some bleeding. So I touched my crotch through my trousers to reassure myself. It was wet, and with my touch the blood seeped through my trousers.
The previous day I had had a tooth removed and my boss was aware of this. Being a sympathetic boss, I made my excuses about not feeling too good because of the pain killers etc, and left the office in a hurry. Jumped in a cab and made my way home!
So my advice? Go get it done! It hurts like nothing else but it's worth it, I am yet to regret it. But don't get it done in your lunch hour!