Prince Albert
I'd wanted a PA for as long as I could remember (not long ago thanks to a long history of drug and alchol abuse)and one sunny day popped down to Perforations in sunny Brighton to get a metal ring put through my knob.
Now, a quick aside. Last time I'd been there to get my tongue done I witnessed a young girl, who had just got her flaps done. Said girl was wearing tight white jeans sporting a growing, red patch in the crotch area. I knew dark coloured jeans and thick pants were the order of the day.
Now, no real blood or pain through the piercing, yes I did opt for the anaesthetic spray, and I did get to look at my feet through a new hole in my penis.
Monkeyboy thinks all is well and nips off to the pub for a couple of fizzy pops.
After a few pints I feel the need to break the seal and pootle off to the little monkeys room.
Cue agony.
Child birth, pffh. Broken limbs, childsplay.
I had just pissed out a 90 degree stream of boiling, bloody piss, hitting the fellow in the urinal next to me with this red urine(his face would have been a picture if I'd been able to focus on it) and causing my knees to buckle.
I clambered into the cubicle where I sat down like a girl and slowly, painfully trickled out the rest of my two pints. Ow.
But does it end here? No.
After sheepishly making excuses I went home, one careful step at a time and smoked myself into oblivion in the hope that the pain would be gone when I woke up.
Now, I'd had to move back in with my folks at this time, and early the next morning my mum came in to see how I was after the night before where I'd rushed upstairs without so much as a how do you do?
She opens the bedroom door and is greeted by her son, groggily opening his eyes to find his mother screaming in shock. Looking down, Monkey boy sees that there has been leakage during the night, a bloody map of Africa emanating from his nether region like some kind of perverted boy period.
I had to slowly peel my pants from my sheet, calm my mother down, get her to leave the room, peel my cock from my pants and wash everything. Twice.

Length, well it was cold in the piercing room and I was nervous.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:29, 6 replies)

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"Perverted boy period"
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:37, closed)

Does perforations still exist?
And is it any good? I've been trying to decide where to get my lip done. At the moment I'm probably going to go to Punktured.
(jabboy, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 16:52, closed)

Well, it makes a change from Mum leaving a cup of tea by the side of the bed...
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( Fireflier La la la la, not listening on, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 16:53, closed)

to jabboy
Perforations still exists. Of all the piercing shops I'd trust it above the others.
( monkeyboyalpha jumping on the bandwagon since, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 9:22, closed)

PA
My sweetie got his old boy pierced some years ago. I wasn't present, but the piercer (a friend of ours) told me that my sweetie had seen a tiny bit of blood at the site of the piercing and screamed like a little girl.
Bear in mind that my sweetie is 6'2'', has a beard large enough to hide a large chicken in and plenty of other piercings and tatts.
Aww, poor baby.
(solindiges Cheap - but not as cheap as your girlfriend., Fri 8 Aug 2008, 16:46, closed)

I got lucky
I had a PA and an anti albert done with a bar going straight through and barely bled at all, the pissing was the worst though. The temptation was always to hold it in, but then it'd be more concentrated and sting even more.
(MarKo K, Sun 10 Aug 2008, 2:02, closed)