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[Agonistes]

wow, that looks pretty ill.  have to say, no one has ordered one yet, lol.

[N.U.]

no, it is absolutely a niche piece of jewelry. I've known piercers who have been in the biz for a decade and never seen one.

[Agonistes]

i have a friend who is a sounding fan, and he uses industrial barbells (i'm told).  i've never had to remove one for him or seem him do this, but i'm given to understand that he can ejaculate barbells.  sigh.

[SeeAnne]

Sounding is sexy.

[Agonistes]

oh, i didn't mean to imply there is anything wrong with it in any way.  it's just i worry that inserting something you can't hold onto or even see anymore, so to speak, might one day result in an e.r. visit for him, is all.  barbells can unscrew and then suddenly have sharp ends, as well.  it's just a risky way to go about it.

[Astica]

I'm sure some of you have read 'Haunted' already, but this seemed like the perfect moment to bring up 'Guts', and point out that inserting wax is far stupider than barbells.
Not that that's not obvious, of course.

Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you'd see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense.

It's this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn't show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I'll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he's in the hospital.

He's got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he's got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don't come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how -- the day before -- he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he's heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ball-point pen's too big. A pencil's too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there's a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.

Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.

Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They've totally re-invented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can't keep track of the wax. He's one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn't sticking out anymore.

The thin wax rod, it's slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can't even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it's suppertime. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.

It's after dinner when the kid's guts start to hurt. It's wax so he figured it would just melt inside him and he'd pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can't stand straight.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it's collecting all the minerals in his piss. It's getting bigger and more rough, coated with crystals of calcium, it's bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.

This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.

On the phone, right now, he starts to cry.

They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he'll never be a lawyer.

[Rosebud]

I'm sure some of you have read 'Haunted' already, but this seemed like the perfect moment to bring up 'Guts', and point out that inserting wax is far stupider than barbells.
Not that that's not obvious, of course.

Another friend of mine, a kid from school, his older brother in the Navy said how guys in the Middle East jack off different than we do here. This brother was stationed in some camel country where the public market sells what could be fancy letter openers. Each fancy tool is just a thin rod of polished brass or silver, maybe as long as your hand, with a big tip at one end, either a big metal ball or the kind of fancy carved handle you'd see on a sword. This Navy brother says how Arab guys get their dick hard and then insert this metal rod inside the whole length of their boner. They jack off with the rod inside, and it makes getting off so much better. More intense.

It's this big brother who travels around the world, sending back French phrases. Russian phrases. Helpful jack-off tips.

After this, the little brother, one day he doesn't show up at school. That night, he calls to ask if I'll pick up his homework for the next couple weeks. Because he's in the hospital.

He's got to share a room with old people getting their guts worked on. He says how they all have to share the same television. All he's got for privacy is a curtain. His folks don't come and visit. On the phone, he says how right now his folks could just kill his big brother in the Navy.

On the phone, the kid says how -- the day before -- he was just a little stoned. At home in his bedroom, he was flopped on the bed. He was lighting a candle and flipping through some old porno magazines, getting ready to beat off. This is after he's heard from his Navy brother. That helpful hint about how Arabs beat off. The kid looks around for something that might do the job. A ball-point pen's too big. A pencil's too big and rough. But dripped down the side of the candle, there's a thin, smooth ridge of wax that just might work. With just the tip of one finger, this kid snaps the long ridge of wax off the candle. He rolls it smooth between the palms of his hands. Long and smooth and thin.

Stoned and horny, he slips it down inside, deeper and deeper into the piss slit of his boner. With a good hank of the wax still poking out the top, he gets to work.

Even now, he says those Arab guys are pretty damn smart. They've totally re-invented jacking off. Flat on his back in bed, things are getting so good, this kid can't keep track of the wax. He's one good squeeze from shooting his wad when the wax isn't sticking out anymore.

The thin wax rod, it's slipped inside. All the way inside. So deep inside he can't even feel the lump of it inside his piss tube.

From downstairs, his mom shouts it's suppertime. She says to come down, right now. This wax kid and the carrot kid are different people, but we all live pretty much the same life.

It's after dinner when the kid's guts start to hurt. It's wax so he figured it would just melt inside him and he'd pee it out. Now his back hurts. His kidneys. He can't stand straight.

This kid talking on the phone from his hospital bed, in the background you can hear bells ding, people screaming. Game shows.

The X-rays show the truth, something long and thin, bent double inside his bladder. This long, thin V inside him, it's collecting all the minerals in his piss. It's getting bigger and more rough, coated with crystals of calcium, it's bumping around, ripping up the soft lining of his bladder, blocking his piss from getting out. His kidneys are backed up. What little that leaks out his dick is red with blood.

This kid and his folks, his whole family, them looking at the black X-ray with the doctor and the nurses standing there, the big V of wax glowing white for everybody to see, he has to tell the truth. The way Arabs get off. What his big brother wrote him from the Navy.

On the phone, right now, he starts to cry.

They paid for the bladder operation with his college fund. One stupid mistake, and now he'll never be a lawyer.

I love this short! Grossed me out the first time I read it, but I find it quite amusing now.

[N.U.]

Damn these things are addictive. Got my nips re-pierced after ten years of not having them yesterday. Last night was... unpleasantly pleasant.

[SloppyLessons/Figment]

Love piercings. My tongue was the most painful experience of my life thus far, also the most uncomfortable afterwords. Have never slept with a woman Who had a clitoris piercing. I wonder, are the stories true? Can you lose sensation because the nerve endings are continuously stimulated? Numb. this is besides the point of finding a professional who wont fuck it up to begin with... I dont know. I think it possible to live with out speech. but to live without orgasm.......hrmmmmm

[N.U.]

Unless it was seriously botched, all the information I have says that you'll get the mighty mighty O just walking across the room.

[N.U.]

On an slightly related note, one of the piercers from the shop I go to is doing a suspension exhibition at the art gallery also owned by the Tattoo shop owners. Having never witnessed a suspension live, I'm going to do what I can to be there. I find the whole thing intriguing.

[Agonistes]

Love piercings. My tongue was the most painful experience of my life thus far, also the most uncomfortable afterwords. Have never slept with a woman Who had a clitoris piercing. I wonder, are the stories true? Can you lose sensation because the nerve endings are continuously stimulated? Numb. this is besides the point of finding a professional who wont fuck it up to begin with... I dont know. I think it possible to live with out speech. but to live without orgasm.......hrmmmmm

you only run the risk of severing an important nerve ending if you pierce the man in the boat itself.  most clitoral piercings are done through the hood, and not the mitb.  you do run risks of overstimulation or no more effective stimulation if the mitb is pierced wrong.

not all hood piercings work as a stimulant.  some are just cool looking, others just exacerbate what's already gone wrong in nature.  a small percentage of them work as intended, but it depends on the build of the anatomy, the placement of the jewelry, and sometimes the type of jewelry.

[Agonistes]

On an slightly related note, one of the piercers from the shop I go to is doing a suspension exhibition at the art gallery also owned by the Tattoo shop owners. Having never witnessed a suspension live, I'm going to do what I can to be there. I find the whole thing intriguing.

there is a part of me that wants to do suspension, and then there is another part of me that says, 'you are a dumb fuck for thinking this.'  so far im not sure which part is louder.

[N.U.]

LOL! Ditto.

[CeeGBee]

I'm sure I'll be sorry I asked, but in this context, what's a "suspension"?