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My Prince Albert Piercing Experience, Part Three

This is a continuation of my recounting of events in October 2015.

Part Three

The Piercing

After another 10 minutes or so he came back out and said he was ready. We walked down the short hallway and into the room. It looked just like a typical doctor’s office, with the cabinets, examination table, instrument tray, etc. But instead of a poster or two showing the various bones of the body or major organs, there was a very large and prominent poster with sketches of all the various male and female genital piercings and a few more artsy poster-sized photos of beautiful people with lots of tattoos and ‘bods mods.’ He told me I could sit on the table and GC could sit on the chair. He reached for a tablet (computer) and said, “Ok, now the money part. I just have to look up the cost of the jewelry, someone didn’t mark the packages and we just got a shipment yesterday.”

So another minute or so went by and he said, “Cash or card?” I said card and he tapped the tablet a few times and said, “So it will be $127 including the jewelry.” I was a little shocked. Their website had the price list for the piercings so I knew any genital piercing was $50 but they didn’t list any prices for the jewelry or even a general range. I guess it never occurred to me to ask because it never occurred to me it would be $77. I was thinking it would probably be $30-40 or $50 max. I was expecting to spend about $100-120 including tip.

Well, anyway I handed him my card which he swiped and then handed back to me, along with the tablet. I tapped the ‘agree’ and one or two other screens and then a screen popped up with options for a tip. It conveniently had three buttons for 15, 20, or 25% with the resulting total in small print below each option, and then also a fourth button for “custom amount.” The 15% option was about $19 and brought the total just shy of $150 so that’s what I went with. I signed and handed the tablet back.

He put it on the counter and went over to the sink to wash his hands. He took this very seriously. He scrubbed his hands for more than a minute, in the same fashion you might expect a surgeon to wash their hands. He was very meticulous in how he moved to dry his hands and then put on the individually-packaged gloves. He wasn’t following procedures for completely strict sterilization and I could probably nit-pick about how it was probably useless to use gloves individually packed to remain sterile and then open the non-sterile packaging that contained the other sterile instruments. But it was obvious he took it seriously, and I doubt anyone ever opened or even touched his cabinets without scrubbing their hands like a surgeon beforehand, let alone touched anything inside. So I figured any amount of microbes that might be on the packaging would be nominal and in any case, I hadn’t expected him to even be half as precautionary. It’s not like this was a liver transplant or anything. All this to say that everything so far looked good and nothing caused me any concern whatsoever.

He began to arrange the instrument tray and after having it mostly laid out he looked at me and said, “Ok, you can lower your pants to about mid-thigh and lay on the table, on your back. Oh, and your underwear too, not just your pants.” I chuckled and said, “Yeah, leaving those on sure would make your job a lot harder,” which made him laugh even though I could tell he was making the effort to stay focused and serious.

The whole time he had been moving about getting things ready I had been looking at everything but what he was handling. I could see in my peripheral vision the packages and what-not, but I was making it a point to avoid seeing the needle. My heart rate up to this point had been steady and I felt no nervousness at all, and I knew if I saw the needle I would start thinking about it and thinking about it would make me nervous. But as I lay back, I could feel my heart rate increase ever so slightly.

I know the worst part of any painful procedure is the anticipation of the pain. I had been running over in my head the various places I had read, ‘it was nothing,’ or ‘just a tiny pinch,’ and I was trying to imagine and visualize what that might feel like. And then as I imagined that kind of sensation, I dwelled on it for a moment and then I tried to imagine it half as intense and dwell, and then half again until I was imagining no pain. And then when, inevitably, I started to think about it again, rather than run up the scale, as is the instinctual fight-flight response, I forced myself to breathe, imagine and visualize the pain, and then cut it in half, and then half again, and so forth. It’s a technique I’ve used with varying success in the past.

I lay on my back, exposed. He put a drape over the area with a hole in the middle positioned over my nether-region. I imagine it was an attempt at creating or maintaining some sort of sterile field. How efficacious it was I don’t know, but I did appreciate the attempt.

He began to examine my penis. He said my anatomy was very conducive to a PA and he thought I was a good candidate for positioning it a little further up the shaft (back? down? I don’t know, towards my body and away from the tip) since my goal was to use it with a chastity device. Again, he talked about it clinically and professionally, like this was all just so normal for him. He said he was going to start making the marks for the position, which I thought was interesting since I figured he’d only need one spot to put the needle in, and thus one mark. He held my penis against my body and firmly but quickly put a mark on it with a marker (single use and sterile, of course.)

That’s when I first started to get nervous. The sensation of him pressing the pointed tip of the marker on the most sensitive spot of my penis was not pleasant. I started to think about how the feeling of the marker was exactly how I was hoping the piercing would feel at the worst which shattered the illusion I had created for myself and I started to get nervous. At this point, he asked me to put my hands by my side if it was comfortable to do so. Up till then, I had my hands behind my head. Immediately I knew the reason for this was because if at the moment of the piercing, my reflex was to reach towards the area in pain there was the risk he’d basically get punched in the head or face. Something I hadn’t thought about, but this just reinforced my perception of him being a seasoned and experienced piercer. And also reinforced my growing concern that this was going to fucking hurt.

I reached over and held GC’s hand as he swabbed the mark off and re-marked the area once or twice. This furthered my worries as each time he did it the fear grew. I tried to steady my breathing and imagine the pain being half as bad as I was worried about. This probably kept me from jumping off the table and running away, but it wasn’t backing me down nearly as well as it had just a few moments before.

Then he said I’d feel something cold as he swabbed the area to sterilize it. I was taking deep, measured breaths and trying to concentrate on GC gently stroking my shoulder. Then he said, “Ok, I’m going to insert the receiving tube. This will probably hurt more than the piercing, but don’t worry I won’t surprise you with that. I’ll let you know it’s coming.” By the time he finished saying that he had skewered my penis with what I could only imagine was something the size of a tent spike. I had flinched and was squinting with pain but kept breathing, telling myself it will all be over s-

“Take a deep breath.”

I did. And then I slowly let it ou-

OHMYFUCKINGGOD THATFUCKINGHURTS STABADUCKWITHAWOODENSPOON OOOOHHHHFUUUUUCK (This was screamed in my head. I didn’t actually make any noise.)

And then it was over and there was no more pain.

I’m serious. It was an extremely intense and very brief flash of pain. I mean, more intense and much sharper than I thought it would be, even in my most severe visualizations. But it was also completely gone faster than I would have thought possible. I didn’t even have a chance to actually verbalize the pain other than a sharp intake of breath and wincing, and it was over.

I relaxed and the piercer said, “You doing ok?” to which I answered, “Uh, yeah. Yes, I mean, I don’t feel anything now. The pain is uh, yeah, it’s gone. Wow.” He chucked and said that the jewelry was already in and he just needed to make sure the ends were screwed on tight.

He never asked me what my preference was for jewelry, whether I wanted a ring or curved barbell. But if he did I probably would have told him to surprise me, since I didn’t really care. I’m more interested in the hole and what I’ll put in it later than I am with the jewelry. So, until he said “ends” I hadn’t even known that I would be getting the curved barbell.

He said, “So it went good, there was no…” he paused and looked at the instrument tray, “…almost no blood, just one teeny drop. So that’s good, bleeding probably won’t be a problem for you. You can take a look.” I tried to half sit up and look as he kindly lifted my penis into view. I didn’t feel comfortable examining my own penis in front of him. I know that’s silly considering he had been fondling me for the last 10 minutes, but it’s true. So, I only looked briefly and said, “Wow, it’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be,” referring to the diameter of the curved barbell.

He said that it needs to be large enough to allow room for an erection, to which I said, “Right, of course. I knew that. I guess it’s just surprising to actually see it now. It just looks bigger on me than I thought it would.” He nodded in understanding.

He then asked, “Do you want me to bandage it?” I said it was better safe than sorry, so he grabbed some gauze and very gently placed it on my penis, and then put an examination glove over the gauze and taped it in place. He said, “Ok, you can carefully pull your pants up.”

As I did so he grabbed a pamphlet and was scribbling some info on it. When I was finished I hoisted myself to sit back on the table. He discussed aftercare with me, about not touching it, if I do need to touch it to wash my hands first, soak it in a weak salt water solution twice a day for the first week, etc. He said that I shouldn’t remove it until it is fully healed and I shouldn’t try stretching it on my own the first time. I asked him how I would know when it’s fully healed. He made a face and said, “Well, it’s different for everyone, but, you know, it won’t be sore, and,” I could tell he didn’t really have a good answer, which didn’t surprise me since I couldn’t find an answer online either. I just wanted confirmation of my suspicion, so I said, “It’s just one of those things that I’ll know it when I know it? There’s no, like, litmus test for knowing it’s fully healed?”

He said, “Yeah, exactly. You’ll know it’s fully healed once it actually is. If you’re not sure, then it isn’t.” He went on and said that later on, he would change out the jewelry anytime for free if I came to the shop and same thing for stretching. He said it’s not a good idea to try it the first time on your own because it’s a delicate area and can easily be damaged. He said that if I was going to do it anyway to listen to my body and if I have to really push hard to get the next larger size in, then stop. Then, of course, he mentioned the obligatory ‘if you see redness, swelling, it’s warm to the touch, etc.’ warning about infection, and said that if I have any questions at all to give him a call. He said that there’s no stupid question when it concerns your penis and it’s better to ask than do something wrong.

And that was pretty much it. We walked out and went to my car.

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