By John Yager

This is the tenth installment of Tanner's Tales.

When I posted the eighth installment last September, 2002, I said it was the last. Since then both Tanner and I have received many messages from readers asking questions about him, about his present whereabouts, and about his life. Some questions have been about his present life. Tanner has said that for now, at least, he does not want to share details beyond the fact that he is living and working with Sean in the Fort Meyers, Florida area.

Other readers have also asked for more details about certain aspects of Tanner's life in Texas and later, in California. These further installments of Tanner's Tales will deal with those periods.

If readers wish to contact Tanner they may do so at the e-mail address below.

As with the earlier installment, these ongoing installments deal with Tanner's experiences as he described them to me. I have tried to put his material into story form, more or less as he presented it to me in e-mail notes and telephone conversations. It is presented as a factual account but I have omitted or changed the names of certain universities, corporations and individuals.

Please refer to my introductory notes for Tanner's Tales #3, in which I discuss the topics of "S and M," "Fisting" and "Rough Sex." I would be interested in hearing from readers who have personal experience with the practice of fisting, both to satisfy my own curiosity and to confirm or correct any ideas expressed by Tanner and related in these stories.

As in the earlier installment, I have not attempted to convey the exact tone or the accent with which Tanner speaks. He was raised in the South and until his move to Florida, he spent most of his time in the New York City area. He still speaks with echoes of his original regional accent.

Andrew has again proofed this story and both Tanner and I want to express our thanks for all his help.

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I went off to meet my parents for a late breakfast and then on to the graduation ceremony. I knew Sean was there, someplace in the crowd, but I didn't see him again until after it was all over and my family had gone.

We met back at his hotel. The party in the larger suite was over and we had it to ourselves for the rest of the weekend. It reminded me of the first time I'd been with Sean.

It was then that Sean gave me the rings he'd bought as my graduation present. I guess he gave me the chance to back out, but there was no way I was going to do that.

We changed into casual clothes and he took me off to meet my fate.

Our first stop was at Doc Pepper's shop, which turned out to be a tattoo place as well as a piercing and body jewelry shop. Sean parked and ran in to give him the rings so he could sterilize them.

Sean had made an appointment for me at six o'clock and it was only a little after five. We went into a bar just a couple of doors from Doc's place and Sean had the bartender set up three shots of bourbon for me. The bartender insisted on seeing my ID, of course. It was embarrassing, but I was carded until I was almost thirty. I guess I looked young for my age. I'm still told I look a lot younger than I am, but at least I don't get carded anymore.

"Aren't you drinking with me?" I asked.

"No," he grinned, "not tonight. I'm driving and I'll be looking after you."

"You know I don't drink much, Sean," I said, "and I sure don't like drinking alone."

"Well, tonight you are, Tanner. I figure three shots will just take the edge off."

"I don't want to take the edge off, Sean," I said. "I want to feel it when I get pierced."

"You'll feel it, buddy, trust me."

I downed the shots and then sat back, waiting for the buzz. I knew it would hit me and in about ten minutes it did.

After a few more minutes we left the bar and walked into Doc Pepper's place.

"Hey, Sean," the big, burly guy said. Doc was tall and on the heavy side. He was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt and all I could see of his arms from just above his wrists up were covered with tats. I figured he must be about forty. He looked me up and down and then grinned.

"So is this the victim?"

"Yep, Doc," Sean said, "this is Tanner. Do you have his rings ready?"

"They're in the back," he said. "I sterilized them and have them soaking in antiseptic solution. Come on."

He called a blonde kid out of a little office to mind the shop and took Sean and me into a little sterile white room that looked for all the world like a real doctor's examination or treatment room.

I was glad Sean was staying with me.

"Here are your rings," Doc said, pointing to a little stainless steel lab tray in which they soaked in some clear solution. When I looked at the three rings more closely, I must admit I was disappointed. They were a lot smaller than Sean's.

"Couldn't you start me out with heaver rings?" I asked.

"No way, man," Doc said. "They're bigger than I usually start a guy on but Sean insisted. He said you could take it."

"I think I could take bigger," I said. "I want rings as big as Sean's."

"It took Sean a couple of months to stretch his piercings to the size he wears now. Just bear with me, kid," he said. "I know what I'm doing and I sure as hell don't want to have to take you to a hospital emergency room because of heavy bleeding."

"Okay," I said, "I'll start with these but I want to stretch the holes for bigger ones as soon as possible."

"I'll work with you as fast as you can manage," Doc said. "Now strip."

As instructed, I took off all my clothes and got on a table. It was padded and covered with a clean white sheet. Doc Pepper looked me over and commented on my physique and the size of my cock. "It's a real pleasure working on a good looking guy like you," he said, and I thanked him for the compliment.

"I'm going to do your tits, Tanner," he said as he washed his hands and pulled on a pair of latex surgical gloves. "If you need to rest a little before I do your PA, you can just lie there a while."

Sean was standing beside me, on my left.

Doc swabbed my nipples with some sort of antiseptic solution and then took a pair of forceps and clamped then over my right nipple. It hurt, just being pinched like that. When I looked down at my nipple, it was flattened between the jaws of the forceps, pressed flat with the tip extending just beyond them.

He took a little marker and placed a dot on each side of my nipple, just behind the forceps, right at the level of my chest.

"How does that look to you, Sean?" Doc asked.

"Perfect," Sean said.

I watched as Doc took a needle from another tray of liquid and positioned it, aligning it with the dots he'd marked.

I should explain that a piercing needle is not solid like a sewing needle. A solid needle would punch a hole as the point was pressed through and then spread the tissue as the thicker part of the needle's shaft was pushed on in. Rather than punch and spread, a true piercing needle is tubular. It is made of surgical steel and the business end is cut at a sharp angle so the beveled point actually cuts through the flesh as its pressed through.

A piercing needle actually removes a core of flesh with it as it passes through the tissue. The core of tissue being removed ends up inside the tubular needle, just like the core samples of stone or soil removed from the earth during oil explorations or other geological tests. The needles have to be discarded after just one use, or at least that's what Doc Pepper does.

The needles Doc used on my nipples were Gage 12, which are about one-sixteenth of an inch in diameter. He claimed that using a larger gage would cause too much trauma and bleeding and actually slow down the healing process.

The secret is to cut a tunnel through the desired piercing site, insert a ring or bar, and let the tissue heal around the jewelry. Once the new piercing is healed, you can replace the jewelry every couple of weeks and gradually stretch the hole to the size you want. Piercing is painful but the stretching process can also hurt a lot. I started off with Gage 12 rings and gradually stretched the piercing to accommodate a Gage 6 in my tits and a Gage 4 in my PA, the same size rings Sean wares.

But as I was saying, Doc had the needle positioned. He said, "now, Tanner, take a real deep breath," Doc said, "and hold it `till I tell you to let it out."

As I did as Doc said, Sean took my left hand and squeezed it.

"Hold it, Tanner. Here we go."

I felt a sharp pain which seemed to shoot across the entire width of my chest and then a sudden burning sensation. Frankly, it was a lot worse than I expected. I realized I was squeezing Sean's hand so hard it must have been hurting him.

"Okay, Tanner," Doc said, "exhale." I let the air out of my lungs in a long, deep growl.

I didn't say anything, but couldn't stop tears from leaving my eyes and running down the sides of my face.

"Now all we have to do is put the ring in."

I watched as he removed the forceps and took one of the pair of smaller rings from the tray and coated it with antiseptic cream and held it against the end of the needle. As he pulled the needle on through my nipple, he pushed the ring through right behind it. When it was in place, he just left it there, the space for the ball which would close the ring, still open. My right piercing didn't bleed at all.

"Do you want to rest a while before you do your other tit?" Doc asked when he'd finished.

"No," I said, "just do it."

Sean moved to my right side as Doc moved to my left.

Doc repeated the process and this time it seemed to hurt a little less. Sean said that was because my body had begun producing endorphins after the pain of the first piercing hit me. I also think the bourbon had become more effective. Maybe I was just able to handle it better the second time.

When I looked down at my now pierced nipples, I saw that they were swollen and red and a thin trail of blood ran down the left side of my chest. Doc took a cotton ball between the jaws of a pair of forceps and dipped it in antiseptic solution and used it to clean off the blood.

When he finished, Doc pulled off his latex gloves and said, "now, rest a while. Piercing always makes your body react. You start pumping a lot of adrenaline and endorphins and you need to take some time to calm down."

"Okay," I said rather weakly, as he turned to go.

"Are you warm enough?" he said from the door.

"Yeah."

"Good. Call me if you get too cold. I had a woman in here last week who started chilling on me. I'll be back in about ten minutes."

Sean stayed with me, stroking my forehead and wiping the tears away. He then bent over me and gently kissed my lips. "You're doing great, Tanner," he whispered.

"I feel like a fool crying like that," I said.

"You can't help it, buddy, everyone does it."

"I bet you didn't."

"Yeah, I did." I didn't know if I believed him or not. Maybe he was just trying to make me feel better, I thought. But years later when I asked him about it again, he assured me tears had formed in his eyes, just as they did in mine.

I guess I dozed a little and all the time Doc was gone Sean just stood there by me, gently stroking my forehead and arms.

When Doc came back in he stood at the foot of the table for a few moments watching me and talking softly with Sean. My eyes were closed and he may have thought I was really asleep.

"You got a great looking kid there, Sean," Doc said, just above a whisper.

"Thanks, Doc. He really is a beauty, isn't he?"

"Yeah, a real winner," Doc said. "What do you have in mind doing with him?"

"We're just buddies. That's it for now."

Doc moved around to the side of the table and took hold of my cock, which was soft and lying down over my balls. My legs were spread so once he'd moved my cock, laying it up over my belly, he reached down between my legs and slid his hand under my balls. They were relaxed and hanging low and he sort of lifted them, feeling their weight.

"Beautiful," he whispered.

"Yeah," Sean agreed.

"Any plans for them?"

Sean chuckled softly. "No plans, Doc. Just leave them alone. I like my boys whole."

"It's not as if both of you guys weren't clipped," Doc said, still fondling my balls.

"Circumcised, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that is a little different, wouldn't you say, Doc? And besides, we didn't have much to say about it."

"Just wondering," Doc said softly as he gently released my balls. "Let me know if you ever change your mind."

They were both silent for a few moments and I just lay there, waiting for the next step. Eventually Sean said, "let's get the show on the road, Doc. You've had a long enough look."

"Okay," Doc said as he put his hand on my chest and shook me slightly. "Okay, pretty boy, let's work on the plumbing."

I opened my eyes and looked at him, then at Sean. "Yeah, I'm ready," I said.

He washed his hands and pulled on a fresh pair of gloves.

Doc again swabbed me with an antiseptic solution. He wiped it over my cock head and down the shaft, over my balls, which stung like crazy and then all around my crotch. I had trouble holding still it burned so much.

"The sting won't last long, Tanner," Doc said. "I just like to be sure the entire area is clean because your cock could be moving over any and all of it once the piercing is done."

"Now, buddy boy," Doc said, "here's how this works. I'm going to gently place a tube up your cock. It's a little bigger than the needle I'll be using and it just serves as a guide. It also protects the interior wall of your urethra so I don't prick it or anything."

"Okay," I said.

"So don't move and don't panic. This won't hurt at all."

I watched as Doc dipped the tube into lubricant. He then took hold of my cock and slowly and gently pushed the tube up into the channel. Other than feeling cold, it didn't create any sensation at all. He pushed it back until the end of it was pressing against the wall of my urethra just were the piercing needed to go. It caused a slight bulge in the skin just behind my cock head and on the bottom wall of the shaft.

"How does that look, Sean?" Doc said.

"Perfect," Sean replied.

I somehow assumed that once he got it into position he'd feed the piercing needle through it, but instead, he positioned the needle against the outside of my cock, just where the tube on the inside caused a slight elevation on the skin.

"Deep breath, Tanner," Doc said and I sucked air.

I felt a sharp pain as the needle pierced the tissue, slicing through the wall of my cock just behind its flared head, and on into the tube waiting there to receive it.

"You can let that breath out now, kid," Doc said, looking up at me.

"Nice job, Doc," Sean said.

"Not over yet," Doc said, taking the remaining ring. It was also a Gage 12, but larger, about an inch and an eighth, as opposed to five-eights of an inch in diameter like my new nipple rings. He fed it through the piercing and out the opening at the end of my cock. I must admit, it was a strange sensation feeling and seeing the foreign object passing through my cock. "Now for the captured balls," Doc said, turning back to the counter behind him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sean move and turned to see he was unbuttoning and removing his shirt.

"I have a little additional surprise for you, babe," Sean whispered.

Doc returned with another stainless steel tray and sat in on a little utility table by my side.

"I ordered new balls for my own rings and the same kind for you," Sean said. "I figured we should match."

One by one, Doc took three little gold balls out of the solution in which they'd been soaking and popped them into the openings in my rings. My rings were a small enough gage for him to do it with his fingers. The pain of the initial piercing was over, but the movement of the rings as Doc put the ball in was enough to remind me of what I'd just gone through.

When he finished with me, he picked up a spreading tool. He opened Sean's right nipple ring and let the jet black ball drop into the palm of his hand. Then, positioning the new gold ball in the spread opening of Sean's ring, he gently released the tool and let the ring close, trapping the ball in place.

When he'd finished Sean's right ring, he repeated the process on the left one.

"Now," Doc said, "let's see that magnificent tool of yours."

Sean dropped his slacks and Doc pulled over a chair and sat in front of him. He gently lowered Sean's briefs. I could almost say he did it reverently, letting the elastic waistband slide down, slowly revealing the length of Sean's cock.

Sean held his cock up so Doc could work on it and he repeated the process, this time with a considerably larger gold ball or bead. When he was finished, Doc sat back and seemed to admire his work.

"Beautiful," he said.

As I got dressed and we prepared to leave, Doc went down a list of instructions.

I was to lubricate my new rings with an antibiotic cream several times a day and move them around in the piercing as much as possible.

At least twice a day I was to pour hydrogen peroxide over the rings and twist them in the piercing to be sure they were not encrusted with dried blood.

"I don't want a mouth or even a tongue near those piercings. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, Doc," I said. "I understand."

"What about you, Sean?"

"Yeah, Doc," Sean laughed. "I understand, too."

"What about pissing?" I asked.

"The more the better," Doc said. Drink all the liquid you can, preferably water, and piss as often and as much as you can."

"Urine in okay to get on the piercing?"

"Sure, urine is clean unless you've got an infection or something. It actually helps keep the site clean and speed up the healing process."

"Okay."

"And I guess Sean told you, no fucking," Doc added.

"I can't fuck, but I can get fucked, right?" I asked quickly.

"Oh, you can get your ass fucked till you can't walk," Doc laughed. "Just don't go putting your cock in anybody else's hole till I see you again."

"In a week, Doc?" Sean asked.

"In a week," Doc confirmed. "But if you have any trouble between now and then, call me at once."

"Trouble?" I asked.

"Excessive swelling, bleeding, redness," Doc said.

With that Sean and I were on our way.

To be continued.