There is no more room in those places to be pierced. You think you are finally done when... He reachs out to slip your loin clothe down letting it drop to your ankles. Knowing you should be uneasy you are surprised tofind yourself totally passive. He lifts your legs up and hangs them over the arm's of the chair. Fully exposing your loins, taking a can of shaving cream and razor. He quickly removes your nest of pubic hair, then washs down your denuded loins with alcohal swabs.
Your aroused organ bobs before him, as he pulls a tray of tools and piercings over to him. Looking the tray over you see Ampallang, Dydoe, Frenum, Apsdravya bars...rings for a Prince Albert and for a Guiche scrotum piercing's...But most strangely you see a large long handled plier like devise. Around it'd odd shaped jaws were tiny dark green plastic bands.