The prince of blood
I got my Prince Albert done about ten years ago. Tor the unknowing, this is a body piercing where you get a ring through the end of your winky.

In order to keep my newly-pierced penis from flopping about too much immediately afterwards, the thoughtful piercer attached a surgical glove to the end with a bit of micropore tape.

Hours later, when I got home I realised I was spotting blood onto the sofa through my trousers. The trousers were fashionably black so hadn't shown the leakage as I trotted around London. I popped upstairs to the sink, undid my trousers and checked.

Wow. So far it's the most of my blood I've ever seen. It had collected in the finger-ends of the gloves, clotted and dried all over the rest of me, and seemed to be everywhere.

In a state of panic I rang the piercer.

"It's bleeding!" I think I wailed down the phone.
"There are a lot of blood vessels down there. It will bleed." He assured me.

With hindsight, it was a little naive of me to get a piercing there and not expect some bleeding, and it was probably a little foolish to spend hours wandering round the shops afterwards.

So - the lesson to fellow readers is that if you get someone to stick a needle through your bell-end, expect it to bleed.
(uncle whippity, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 14:32, 2 replies)

I quite genuinely
feel a little light headed after that. Oh dear. *click*
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 14:38, closed)

Hmmmm
You could always wear a pad. ;)
(TheWonderfulWombat It came to me in a dream., Mon 11 Aug 2008, 4:03, closed)