...but let's get back to that later.

Not a week has passed since I hung high above the ground, suspended by six large gauge hooks pierced through my upper back. Since then the impressions have set in, but not faded, and it is time to tell about what was, without a doubt, the best experience of my life.

Nipple piercings has never actually been something I've considered. It was always one of those "Yeah, I'd rather get kicked in the groin" kind of things. You see, my nipples has always been tender. When going outside during the winter they've always turned hard as diamonds and just touching them feeling awkward at best and shooting shocks of pain through my chest at worst.

Though recently my ever so lovely girlfriend (iam:Asurfael) has been poking me with the idea of getting my nipple(s) pierced. She got them done herself roughly 1.5 weeks ago, and ever since then the "poking" has increased. I'm not saying that I folded to that, just that she planted an idea in my head that grew and grew, like I had been massaging my brain with a miracle grow tonic, sprouting green palm-trees out my ears.

Today however, October 16th in the year of our Lord 2003, I'm sitting here with an aching nipple and something that glistens to me when I look down.

When going into town today, we were only discussing the possibility of getting an eyebrow piercing done, some point during the next week, just asking if they had the jewelry and such. As the bus inched its way closer to the town the idea about the nipples grew and grew even further though. We pretty much decided to at least ask if my nipples were okay to get pierced, since after all, male nipples are in most cases smaller than female ones, and frankly, I was a bit paranoid about getting something hard that's about 1/4th of the thickness of my nipple rammed through with force.

So after not too much deliberation we went in and I got my nipples squeezed by the nice lady there, and lo and behold, they're okay to pierce. You can imagine my nervousness kicking in, about...now, especially since that was the time I finally decided to get it pierced. Previously it was only a possibility.

There was another good reason to have it done as well, today being six months since me and my girlfriend started talking and so forth it felt like a proper "celebration" if you may. She had been thinking about getting a tragus piercing done as well, so it would work out quite well in the end, and it would be something that would make us remember this day as well. Yeah, screw candle lit dinners and red wine, piercings are the way to go.

Either way, cut to about an hour later and an "enlarged, saclike portion of the alimentary canal" full of pizza and there I was, sitting topless for everyone to bask in the glory of my ectomorphic torso. A single drop of sweat emanating from the armpit, slowly making its way down my side, being one of the signs of my mental state. It was hardly panic, but I was nervous, like a little schoolgirl being faced with large tentacled monsters, a la any popular hentai.

Hantta, my piercer for the day, cleaned me with rubbing alcohol and marked out the positions on the areola, slightly on either side of either nipple with a skin marker. Now, as I mentioned, my nipples being tender, you can imagine how much they appreciated the feeling of the clamps. It's safe to say that even before getting a needle shoved through me I had never felt that much pain in the nipple. If she had locked the clamps I would've screamed, once again, like a little schoolgirl. I may be a guy, but I'm not above acting like a wimp now and then.

Until that point I had seen all that she had done, looking up at my girlfriend with a mixed look of horror and pleasure in my eyes I bet. Now Hantta just told me to relax, seeing her holding the needle and being told to relax and lean back didn't exactly help. HOLY HELL! Pain like I've never experienced it before! Strangely emanating out of the pit of my stomach at first, and a fraction of a second later from my right nipple. In short, it was like someone had implanted a groin in my chest and kicked it with full force.

Halfway done, and enough time to take a couple of breaths. Believe me, it was needed. Removing the needle from the tube surrounding it wasn't exactly pleasant either. Weirdly enough though, that hurt more than removing the actual tube and putting the CBR in did. This is where the bleeding started, not much, not enough to freak me out, but enough to give me a freaky sense of satisfaction after all. It was there, the most painful piercing I've had to date. Heck, my septum didn't hurt, despite the horror stories told by several people.

In a mixed state of happiness and nausea, and a dissipating feel of vomiting on the studio floor I leaned back in the chair, my back gluing to the plastic surface of the seat. I felt alive, sick as a dog, but alive, and the sickness passed after a while anyway. After getting up Hantta covered my right nipple with a paper and some tape, to shield it from whatever might come in my way.

In a dazed state of concentration I watched how my girlfriend got her left tragus pierced, which by the way looks absolutely beautiful. After Hantta made sure that we, well, mostly I, was feeling a-ok we were out of there with a bit less money in our pockets. I have to admit, my sense of balance wasn't the greatest, and my pose was that of an 80-year-old woman. In a way it was quite funny to observe myself like that, getting the whole spectrum of reactions from getting pierced, even though that I had to dull them down with a painkiller after a while. "I can't believe I paid for that" struck me a couple of times, but in the end, it was worth every damn cent.

Now, as if having a titanium CBR in my nipple wasn't rewarding enough my girlfriend got me a huge "I love you" lollipop from the marketplace for being such a good boy.

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The above is from an experience written for BMEzine.com, pictures and whatnot will have to wait either until I can get a film developed or my broken digital camera comes back from repair.