My slave had always been intrigued by genital piercings and had seen his fair share, but he never considered it for his little bro. Here he was though, inquiring about getting his own genital piercing. His first question to the piercer was which piercing “down there” would hurt the least. His second question was which piercing required the shortest recovery time. Both questions led him to his Prince Albert piercing!
There’s a lot of taboo behind anything odd or unique in your pants. Big dicks, huge balls, and yes, genital piercings. He remember the experience like it was yesterday, even though the 3-year anniversary of his penis piercing just passed a few days ago. He walked in with a friend, you know, to give him emotional support him through this penis-altering time. His friend held his hand as the piercer asked him to remove his shorts and lay down on the table. The back room looked like a make-shift operating room. He avoided looking at any “tools” or “needles” at all cost, but eventually, his eyes made contact with the item that would terrorize my dick head in the near future.
He can only use this metaphor to describe how his dick probably felt. Remember when you’ve taken your dog or cat into the vet to get spayed or neutered. They probably had no idea what was about to happen until bam, they’re being put under and their two veggies are being snipped away. That’s how his dick felt. It was unaware of what was about to happen, although as he laid on the table, he swore it shrunk a few inches. The piercer walked him through the procedure and he reluctantly smiled while his head shook side to side. What the hell was he doing?! If this wasn’t a crazy idea, he does not know what was! Two minutes later, he felt the cold steel rod insert my urethra (this goes through the piercing hole afterward in order to easily slide the jewelry in) and then a few seconds later, a BIG deep breath. As soon as he blew that breath out, it happened. His dick was not happy. In fact, it shriveled up and for the next two weeks decided not to look at him or stand up straight. It needed its space apparently after what he decided to do.
Here’s the part where you’d expect him to say it felt like he just got stabbed a thousand times in his crotch. Terribly wrong! It’s the number one question people always ask him when he exposes his jewelry-ed junk to them. “Did it hurt?!” His response is always, “On a scale from one to ten, it was about a four.” That’s the pain equivalent of zipping your foreskin up in a zipper. He actually thinks the healing period of the piercing is worse than getting the piercing itself. There was blood — lots of it, but nothing he couldn’t handle! He dirtied up a few coffee mugs through soaking his junk in a saltwater solution and spent many nights cringing at his raging boners that seemed to make the healing process even more painful.
He jerked off 2 weeks after he got his new piercing. It wasn’t pleasurable. The semen making contact with open wounds was excruciating pain. He was quite disappointed and only hoped the next time would be better. Months went by and the healing continued until he was able to perform with his PA as he'd always wanted to. There were no complaints on his end at all. As for the little bro that experienced all the trauma, that’s something you’ll have to ask it. He thinks the tiny bro has gotten over his evil deed.
The most intriguing part of his piercing hasn’t been the pleasure from re-wired nerves in his dick head or the gauging up process (when you increase the size of the piercing ring), but the fact that he was able to do something he’d never in a million years thought he would do. He was also able to realize that the taboo of genital piercings allowed him to explore it more in his own time and space. He saw plenty, asked many questions, and even had his feels inside and out. It’s only until you explore your own taboos that you may realize they’re more normal than you’d even have thought. That’s the true pleasure and that’s what you’ll enjoy the most.