"This is it" I thought to myself taking a deep breath "No going back now". I'd spent the last hour pacing up and down, looking up at the sign listing the piercings on offer and the huge window sized prints of previous customers trying to summon up the courage. I looked at them one last time before finally pushing open the door and stepping inside. A few weeks ago you wouldn't have caught me doing this, I woulda probably dismissed it as a fleeting thought and walked past. I was pretty new to all this. I'd grown up in a pretty ordinary family who frowned on this type of stuff. Sure, I mean I'd gotten my right nipple pierced as soon as I was old enough and even now at 23 my parents are still none the wiser to what their well behaved boy has done. It's only after leaving home a few years ago that I really let loose and found myself free to look into this kind of thing. I still only had the one piercing and was totally free of tattoos. It was kind of embarrassing when hitting the clubs and dancing topless to be the only one without anything done. Everyone seeing me as the fresh faced youngster.

Then I saw him, and everything changed. It was just another night clubbing, the same old faces that I'd seen dancing away every week. I was bored and had already managed to quietly slip away from my friends to head home to jerk off when I spotted him. He was propping up the bar and laughed when he saw me, motioning for me to come over. Even from a distance I could make out an impressive bulge in his tight jeans, trying to stop myself from staring at it. How had I not seen him all night? His slender and toned body and boyish features were hard to overlook but somehow I had. Already he had drawn me in close, his hot breath against my ear as he quickly suggested a taxi back to his place.

It wasn't long before we were crashing through the door to his place, almost tearing each others clothes off. I dropped to my knees in front of him and frantically unbuckling his belt, his jeans falling to a pile around his ankles as I find myself face to face with the thick outline of his manhood through his boxers, a thin layer of fabric standing between me and his huge package. I breathed in, savoring the moment as I slowly let my hand reach into the waistband, teasing them down his legs, his proud manhood springing to attention. I gasped. It was Beautiful. It definitely put mine to shame. That's not to say that I'm lacking in that department though! With almost 7.5" inches of uncut cock in my pants, with it's gorgeous purple cockhead nearly always slick and glistening with pre I do alright for myself but his, his was a work of art! As I breathed in it's masculine scent I almost fainted, it was at least two inches bigger then mine and twice as thick. But best of all, it was pierced. After slowly rolling back his foreskin I gasped seeing a thick golden ring arching into his urethra and coming out the underside of his gorgeous member, each end topped with a sizable gold ball. He noticed my amazement and gripping his hand around his huge member, jacked it a few times teasingly. I moaned and without a second thought I was laid on the carpet, my ass held high in the air sluttishly. It was second before he was over me and I gripped onto the carpet as that cold metal ring was pressed against my tight pucker,and with a groan I felt the cold chill of metal push into me, brushing against my insides as he plowed into my tight ass. It was there and then I decided I wanted mine to be like his.

"Sign this!" barked the receptionist thrusting a clipboard with a consent form into my hand, bringing me out of my daydream with a jolt, before returning to her magazine without giving me a second thought. I didn't mess about and quickly put down all my details and signed it, making sure to tick the box marked "PENIS". I barely have time to think before a tattooed young guy steps out of another room.

"Who's next?" he asks. I raise my hand and he ushers me into the room, a leather tattooing chair dominated the middle of the room while on the walls are more images of his work.

"So you had anything done before" he asks, preparing some equipment on work-surface. I nod.

"Let me see" he says, and a little embarrassed I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side of the room. He comes closer.

"Some quality work" he comments looking impressed, before giving it a hard pull and a twist that made me gasp. "You might as well loose the rest, let me see what I have to work with". I take off my socks and shoes and quickly pull of my jeans and boxers in one swift movement, the cold chill across my crotch making me shiver as I stand there naked and erect, a bead of pre already running across my slick and glistening cockhead.

"Not bad" he comments inspecting my crotch, pulling back the foreskin before going back to his preparation "what are we thinking of having?" he asks, noticing I still haven't ticked my preference.

"I was thinking maybe a PA, with a ring?" I say softly, remembering my one night stands awesome package. He shakes his head dissmisivly.

"No" he says bluntly "Everyman and his dogboy has one of those these days and it's boring. You should be looking at something a little more cutting edge". He must have seen the 'how much' expression that flickered briefly across my face because before I could object he assured me he'd charge me the same price. I could never resist a bargain. He started explaining about this new piercing he was starting to do and the procedure involved. To be honest it was all complicated and I just nodded along, eager for him to get on with decorating my cock.

"Sure, it sounds great" I said, hopping onto the slopped leather tattooing chair, as he presses a button to recline it putting me flat on my back with my feet in the air, which he places into cold metal stirrups.

"I'm going to give you something for the pain okay?" he informs me, sticking a needle three places around the base before giving it another jab in the middle of his thick shaft. I try not to wince noticeably, not wanting to seem like a total wuss in front of this guy.

"sure no worries" I say nonchalantly as he begins to erect a blue medical screen across my stomach, blocking the view of my junk as I crane my neck forward

"Procedure" he assures me before snapping on a pair of rubber gloves disappearing behind the screen. I lay back and try to stay calm, twitching as every so often a feel a slight tugging or pinching in my numbed crotch, or the piercers rubber clad hands brushing lightly on my inner thighs and stomach. His touch only serving to fuel my arousal at having all this attention lavished on my cock. It seems to take forever which only makes me more eager to see my newly pierced manhood.

"I used some new equipment and such so it should already be on it's way to healing very quickly" he says finally coming up from behind the screen and snapping off his gloves. My nipple piercing stung like a bitch. I hardly felt anything this time.

"What do you think? Cool isn't it?" he says folding up the blue screen and finally revealing his handiwork. My jaw drops open as it takes me a minute to take in what I'm seeing. I'm pierced that's for sure, a heavy gold ring hanging over my balls, except instead of being greeted by the rest of my cock the gold ring is stuck through a tiny rounded off nub barely an inch long! No sign of my glistening cockhead or the other 7" of my shaft, just this small pierced mound above my sack. "Where's my dick!" I hear myself say "what the fuck did you do?", but no sounds come out and my mouth opens and closes wordlessly, realizing I have voluntarily given up my pride and joy and ended my manhood. I hear him off in the distance talking about aftercare, sea salt and all that, but I'm too shocked to take it as I stare at my new crotch.

"Oh one last thing." he inquires holding up a camera, firing of several shots of my body before I have time to answer , moving in closer to my smooth pierced nub before snapping a few more pics. "You don't mind do you?". I shake my head dumbly my tiny stump sticking out, erect and oozing a drop of pre.

"This is really hardcore" he says "We haven't had many guys going for it for their second visit". Still dumfounded I watch him move to the end of the chair and position himself so that the soles of my feet are in the shot, and with my legs parted a clear shot all the way up my lithe frame to my crotch. My balls hanging alone between my legs onto the cold leather and my stiff, smoothed pierced nub. My chest and face clearly in shot as I look to see what he is doing.

"Smile!" he asks and before my brain has any time to kick in and warn me I stupidly strike my most seductive smile as the camera flash momentarily blinds me.

Moments later I'm unceremoniously dumped back into the waiting area clutching my clothes, to the delight of the three men filling in consent forms who can't help but stare at the naked dickless guy in front of them. Without a word I slip my clothes back on to the sound of their faint snickers and whispers. It's only after I leave the shop red faced and humiliated that I notice an empty plastic holder, clearly awaiting one of the huge prints. I blush once again as underneath I spot a white panel with one word inscribed across it in big bold text, "Penectomy".