the metal from my phallus, I told him that I wanted a PA. Ken asked me if I was sure; as once it was done, there would forever be a new hole. Ken told me that I would not be able to fuck for several weeks at best and it might take months before the PA would toughen up adequately to allow me to wear a PA wand for extended periods. It did not matter I had to have a PA.

Ken told me that he had a good friend that owned a tattoo/piercing parlor. He asked if I wanted the clinical or sexual version piercing? I did not know what he meant, but my instinct was sexual beats clinical any day, so I told him sexual. He told me that he would arrange things as the sexual version could only occur after the shop was closed for business. I really had no idea what he was talking about, but I was along for the ride. For the next few days, I was becoming more and more anxious about the upcoming piercing. Ken would only tell me that he would give me very little notice so as to heighten the level of tension. Friday was rolling around and I figured the weekend was going to be the most likely timeframe, but again, I was not for sure.

Chapter 2: Reality

Friday, after finishing a great meal at our favorite restaurant, Ken looked me and stated, "My buddy is waiting for us". I should have seen it coming as the tattoo/piercing parlor was only a couple of blocks away. As we arrived, there were a few customers still in the shop, which confused me a bit given what Ken had told me earlier. We sat down and the owner came over, winked at us and told me to go over to the counter and look over the various options that could be inserted into my soon to be PA. There were straight ones, curved ones; horseshoe shaped ones ranging in diameter from a very large needle to the size of my little finger. I looked at Ken and I think he knew that I had no idea. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a curved barbell. He stated that he wore it initially and I was welcome to wear it during my healing process. A strange twist on giving someone a ring, but this was the first material thing that Ken had given to me. Ken handed the jewelry to his friend who said he would get it sterilized and that it would be another 30 minutes or so before he was ready. Longest 30 minutes of my life. One of the guys that had been waiting when we walked in came out from the back of the shop and paused beside me. He asked, "What are you getting pierced?" I pointed to my cock and he looked at me and said, "You got bigger balls than me" and walked out. That really scared me. Finally the last customer left, the owner lowered the blinds and turned off the main lights. I could see lights coming from the back. He looked at Ken and me and stated, "You guys go on back and get comfortable, second room on the right".

I was not really prepared for what greeted me as we opened the door.