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Pierced and jerked in Vegas

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Pierced and jerked in Vegas by Pierced manIn Las Vegas I once went to a bar called the Double Down. It is located near the college where I was attending. While visiting one night I met a couple of girls who were talking about a piercing studio across the street from the college called Tribal. One was going over her experiance of getting her nipples pierced and how she had gotten a smaller guage and had wished she had gone larger. I am from a small town back east where things of this sort are not really addressed as being remotely plausible, so instantly I was intrigued. I sat down and introduced myself. Not wanting to redirect the conversation I asked the other girl if she had any piercings of her own. She explained that she was going in the next week to have her nipples re-pierced (apparently she had them done by a less than professional studio and they had become infected). I asked if she was going to the same studio, and she explained that she was going to Tribal, as her friend had nothing but good things to say. The conversation drew on, and the already pierced girl, Jessica, mentioned that she had dated a guy who had a frenum piercing, and that it made sex with him, "magical". I had no idea what a frenum was so I was inclined to ask. When she explained that it was the skin on the underside of the penis, just behind the head, I felt my heart jump. Did people really do that? She said that it was becoming really popular and that she knew several men with genital piercings. Well, the night ended, and no luck getting either of the girls phone numbers (both were hitched), I walked home to my dorm room. But all the while, the thought was on my mind. What was it like? How did they do it? Who does it? What if you get...you know? Would they get offended? A few weeks later I was wandering on a Saturday along the strip malls along Maryland parkway when I noticed the piercing studio the girls had been talking about. Cautiously (why? I would never...) I poked my head into what appeared to me to be a run of the mill head shop. Tye dyed T-shirts, incense, bongs, etc. As I walked in a pretty young girl of about 21 or 22 glanced up, smiled and said hello. "Hi, how ya doin'?" I asked. "Great. What can I help you with today?" She had an amazingly calm demeanor. "Oh, I'm just browsing." And for some reason, the words came out jittery, like I was nervous. I think she instantly latched on to this, because she immediatly smiled a wonderful smile, a knowing smile and asked if I was interested in a piercing. Now curious, and loose lipped by her calming aura, I just blurted out."I don't know, I talked to some girls at a bar, and since then I haven't been able to get the idea out of my mind." "Well, what kind of piercing were you talking about?" "She mentioned a frenum. Is that how you say it?" "Yeah, here look at this." She reached under the counter and retrieved a thick, three ring binder filled with literature and information on piercings. She flipped to the back where there were several pictures of frenum piercings. She then began to explain different details of the procedures and the infection control procedures and so on. When she finished I had just one question on my mind. Being a back eastern, small town boy, raised by Charles Bronson fanatics, I had to ask. "Who does it?" "We have a guy come in, real professional. He does the male piercings." Well, I just couldn't do that. No man will ever be allowed to touch my privates unless he's had at least eight years of medical school. I have no problem with homosexuals and I don't think I"m homophobic, but, that is just the way the cookie crumbles. I thanked her for her time (by the way, her name is Melissa) and left. A week later, I still couldn't get it out of my mind. Every time I urinated, every time I touched myself intimately, I kept thinking. Kept looking at my penis, imagining it with a bit of jewelery. This is when I decided to look it up on the internet, and subsequently discovered BME. I was engrossed for hours. I decided to call Melissa and ask some more questions. "How much does it cost?" "Materials included, about ninety-five dollars." "Do I make an appointment, or just come by?" "Make an appointment. We do them on Thursdays and Fridays after ten P.M." There was still that one issue on my mind. "Melissa, I really want to do this, I mean, my mind won't get off it and I don't think I could be proud of myself if I didn't go through with it. But I have a problem. I simply cannot have it done by a man. I just would not be comfortable with that." I was really surprised that this issue had not been brought up before, but she said I was the first one to make an issue of it. She said that maybe she could call around and see if one of the other piercing studios in town could help me out. But after the horrer stories from Jessicas friend in the bar about infection, I wasn't about to trust this kid of procedure with anyone. "Could you do it?" It was the most sheepish delivery of any words I've spoken. "I've never done a male genital before." "But you know how, don't you? I mean, it's taught to you for you to get your job, right?" "Yes, but I've never done one on my own." I think I'm crazy, and you probably will too, but i was adamant. And to be clear, it was not a sexual fixation I had with Melissa, I was one of trust. I trusted her to do a professional job, and that's just what I got. She relented, and added, "first time for everything." We set a date for the piercing on the following Friday at ten-thirty P.M. I tell you, the wierdest I've ever felt in my life was the moment I hung up that telephone. The days surprisingly went fast, and before I knew it, I was sitting in my dorm at 9:45 on Friday watching Millenium, and totally forgetting my appointment. As my roomate had gone to LA for the weekend, I had the apt. to myself and I decided to watch a porno. As the gyrations on the screen began, and I felt my lower half begin to creep on me, it hit me. I jumped up and looked at the clock, 10:15. I threw on a pair of sweat pants and flew out the door. Racing across the quad to Maryland Pkwy, I became slightly relieved that my forgetfulness had prevented my becoming sick with nerves. I arrived at the door a few minutes past the half-hour. As she had no other appointments, Melissa was standing outside having a smoke. "Didn't think you were going to make it." She said, a small smirk creeping over her face. I was sweating and panting from running nearly the entire length of the college campus. "Not too late, am I?" "Not at all, come on in." We walked while she chatted about her day. For me it was hard to listen because it was still just dawning on me what I was about to do. I began to get the nerves, a ball of knots in my stomach, my speech getting jittery. Melissa kept her calm manner up, helping me somewhat to relax. She had me sign the consent papers and check my ID. She then took me into the back room where a dentists chair was bolted to the floor and different cleaning instruments lying around (what do I know about that stuff, If she had used a bic lighter to sterylize I wouldn't have known the difference, but I suggest to you that if your getting this procedure done, look into it on BME). She went to a wash basin and began scrubbing her hands and forearms with soap and water so hot the steam started filling the room. She then pulled some rubber gloves from a box and turned around. I imagine I was a pretty funny sight. Hands stuffed in the pockets of my coat, sweat beads on my forehead, shoulders tight, feet stepping on the other from nerves. She giggled, and became serious. "Okay, moment of truth. I need you to lower your pants and underpants and hop up into the chair, okay?" I mumbled something like "alright." But I doubt she understood it even if she heard it. I reached for the button of my pants before realizing I was wearing sweats and chuckled a shakey laugh. I hooked my thumbs into the waistban and pulled the sweats down to my knees. I pulled myself into the chair and laid my hands on my chest. Melissa, who I think was trying her best not to crack up at me, reminded me of something. I still had my boxers up. "Oh, heh, heh, sorry." I reached down without looking and pushed them down to my knees. I felt my extraordinarily flaccid penis fall back on my stomach. I kept my eyes fixated on the flourescent light overhead. Trying to keep my breathing normal. I glanced over at Melissa who was retrieving cleaning materials (cotton balls, some solution) from the counter. She pulled a stool over with her foot and sat down directly over my privates. I felt her fingers as she lifted and tugged on my penis as she cleaned the area with the solution. "H'm, problem." She said. This made me even more nervous, by the way. "What's the matter?" "Well, it looks like theres a lot of veins right in the frenulum, and I can't see them all right now. How much skin is loose when it's erect?" This stuck me completely dumb. "You know, until now I don't think it's ever crossed my mind to check." I said. She smirked, but was obviously lost in thought staring at the back of my penis. "Well, here's the thing;" she sighed a nervous sigh, "you gotta get it up." I arched my brows. "I gotta what?" "I need you to get an erection." "Oh." I said matter of factly, not quite comprehending. When it hit me I think I shrunk another inch. "I'll give you some privacy." She said, getting up and walking quickly out of the room. Well, dammit, try as I might, a good ten minutes passed and a meager semi was all I could accomplish. She knocked, "can I come in." "Yeah," I called back sheepishly. She walked in and immediately frowned. "What's the matter?" "I don't know, it's just the whole situation, I think it's afraid." She exhaled, frowning, thinking. "Shit, well..can I...help?" She looked at me questioningly. "I don't know what you mean by that." I said, honestly. "Well, what if I did something?" "Such as...?" She took a step back and pulled up her shirt, revealing two perfectly symmetrical B's. I was shocked, but pleasantly surprised, the penis, however, merely stirred slightly. I reached down and shook it. A devious devil popped up in my head then, I was in no position to disobey. "Can you show me more?" "Sure." I was surprised again at her willingness to help. She reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down to her knees. She was completely shaved. My heart startled. My penis, however, also only stirred a bit more, I was almost semi, but the devil spoke and I relaxed my loins as best I could. "Anything?' She asked hopefully. I was about to have a heart attack, but that Devil... "Could you touch it?" She frowned, looking over her shoulder in wonderment. She took a few steps foreward, then rethought. "Why don't you just work it for a while?" Disappointed, I agreed. I grabbed my dick and tugged at it. I thought of shit, and vomit, and boogers, and sewer rats, and rotting carcasses... It worked. "Maybe if you just...a little." I suggested. She sighed, "alriiight." She reached out and took it from me. Letting it fall against my belly, she rubbed the bottom up and down. Then let it fall between my legs, she did the same for the top. I was still staring at her shaved pussy as she wrapped her fingers around the head and lightly tickled my balls down to my asshole. Some arousal was showing and she began to stroke the mild semi I was sporting. She kept pumping up and down, faster and faster until I was finally rock hard. "Finally, jeez." She said, pulling her pants up and shirt down. "Okay. Now the next thing is to mark the placement." She stood up, put on her gloves and used a sharpee to mark two places on either side of my frenulum. She then got a small mirror and set it down just below my still very aroused penis. "How does that look?" I looked down and saw a couple of nicely placed dots on the underside of my cock. I had no idea what to say. "Yeah, thats fine. Perfect." "you sure?" "Yeah, absolutely." She changed her gloves again and pulled out what looked like a small sewing needle and thimble. I just reeled back in the chair and began to breathe. She lined up the needle and said, "Alright, count down from three, okay?" "One, two, three." The pain shot through me and I lurched slightly. I shut my eyes and felt what I thought was a rush of endorphins fall out of my head and through my body. I heard her squeal slightly and let go of my dick. I looked down and she was staring me in the face. There was a white substance on her upper lip and another spot on her forehead. I looked down at my dick and saw a mountain of cum all over my belly and dick. "Holy shit!" I said. "Yeah, no kidding!" She said, I thought she was pissed at first but she finally smiled wide with surprise. I started laughing, "I don't have to pay extra for that, do I?" "I don't know, but I better get a damn good tip!" She was laughing hysterically now. We finally calmed down a bit and she grabbed a kleenex and wiped up all the cum, there was no blood. She disinfeted me again, as she was doing so, I got hard again. "Now where were you twenty minutes ago?" She asked my penis. I laughed. Melissa inserted the barbell and wrapped me in gauze and rubber gloves. I pulled up my sweats and sat up. I had read about being lightheaded, but I felt fine. In fact I felt like a million dollars. I felt like I had accomplished something outstanding. I mean I didn't cure polio, but it was something inside me that had to be beaten, and I had done it. Melissa gave me some instructions on care and I thanked her, left her a forty dollar tip and with a wink said, "fair thee well." It's been a couple weeks now and it's pretty much healed over. If I were to take it out now, it would probably seal over, but I can stretch it out and have no pain or blood. I masturbated for the first time about a week after. There was a little sting from the baby oil I was using, but the overall effect was astonishing. Such a thrill. I could feel electricity flowing down the length of my cock with each stroke, and the orgasm was one I'll always remember. I can't wait to try it out on a lady. But I guess that's another story.