Donovan
The urge to back away grew as they got closer to the piercing parlor.
It was tucked in a small back alley, and Donovan wouldn’t have known it was there if Cole hadn’t found the address.
His black raincoat was snug around him, and he had trouble breathing.
In less than an hour, both his nipples would be ornamented by two shiny piercings. His cock pressed against his thigh, half-hard at the idea. A part of him greatly feared the feeling of a needle going through his skin. He always had sensitive nipples, and he knew he would feel the cold steel into his flesh every waking hour.
It would arouse him and leave him leaking, but Cole would have the satisfaction of instigating the procedure.
And that’s all that mattered.
Donovan felt small. He had agreed to it, and though he didn’t regret his decision, the lump in his throat choked him so tightly he was on the verge of fainting. He stopped as they reached the corner of the alley within which the parlor was located, putting his fist against his forehead as he leaned into the brick wall.
“Big guy,” Cole said, wary. “There’s still time for you to change your mind.”
“No!” Donovan quickly responded, straightening his back.” No, I want to do this for you. You asked for commitment, that’s me proving I am ready to commit.”
Their fingers interlaced, and Cole was clearly taken aback by Donovan’s heartfelt confession and soft touch.
“You’ll look even hotter once you’re pierced,” Cole pecked Donovan on the mouth. “Trust me.”
“I do,” Donovan rubbed his thumb over Cole’s hand. “Did you ever do it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Have someone pierced, I mean.”
“No, you’re my first.”
“Hopefully, your last, too,” Donovan attempted, hopeful.
“Yeah,” Cole cleared his throat and said rather dismissively. “That’d be nice… the parlor is just up ahead. Let’s get going before the rain catches up with us.”
The sky was overcast, and even the most colorful storefronts seemed gray and dull. The smell of roasting chicken hung in the air, along with that of firewood. It was nearing lunchtime, and people were leaving work in long processions, cars honking, teens fooling around, and the elderly taking their sweet time to walk to their destination.
Donovan hadn’t been able to eat anything this morning, and his stomach gurgled with hunger.
He walked along a dirty wall plastered with frayed posters and faded wall tags, and found himself in front of a big buzzing sign spelling out “Darcy’s” in purple letters.
The front windows were clean and displayed a variety of weird items, including animal skulls and even a taxidermied alligator.
Was it even legal? He wondered.
It looked more like a witch’s lair than anything, but Donovan knew Cole wouldn’t put him at risk. He must have checked the reviews before booking an appointment.
A little bell rang as Cole pushed the door open, and a burly man with a thick beard greeted them with a smile.
“Hi, I’m Cole. We talked over the phone a few days ago.”
“Yeah, you’re right on time, the name’s David, but I’m also known as Darcy,” the man extended a friendly hand to the two of them.
He had a firm grip, but incredibly soft hands, which was unexpected.
The laminated floor clicked underfoot, and Donovan scanned the place with focused attention. It was clean, only messy-looking. Sweetly scented candles burned at the far end of the single room, and the wall was covered with picture frames displaying people smiling or performing feats of fire-breathing and other impressive stunts.
“You’ve got a nice collection there,” Donovan complimented, trying to cover his nervousness with small talk.
“Thanks, took those while I was traveling. I’m planning a trip to Croatia this year. I’ve heard it’s quite beautiful,” the man explained as he was laying down some tools. “Ever gotten pierced before?”
“Oh, it’s not for me,” Cole said, seeing Darcy looking at him. “It’s for him.”
Donovan blushed slightly.
“Ok, then, same question.”
“No, never.”
“Nice, a first timer, get comfortable, ralex,” Darcy pointed at a chair partly hidden behind a velvet curtain. “Take your shirt off so I can see what I’m working with.”
Donovan glanced at Cole, waiting for his approval.
A little nod gave him permission to strip, and a few seconds later, he was seated shirtless in the reclining chair. The room was at the right temperature, but Donovan felt a chill run down his spine.
“It’ll sting a little, but you’ll be fine. There might be some blood, but nothing too extreme,” Darcy said, putting on white surgical gloves. “So you want both of your nipples pierced.”
“Yes,” Donovan replied shyly.
“I’d suggest barbells, it’s a good start, and it’ll heal better,” Darcy rolled each nip between his fingers, tenderizing them. “Your nipples are on the bigger side. 12 gauge would be great. It’s a bit larger, but it’ll do, unless you want to go with 14 gauge.”
Cole shrugged. “The 12 gauge sounds great. What do you think, Donovan?”
“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll look great either way,” Donovan exhaled sharply. “How’s it gonna go?”
“Well, I’ll use these forceps to pinch your nipple, and then I’ll drive a disposable piercing needle through it. It’s safe and clean, no need to worry.”
Cole came over and kissed Donovan on the cheek. “Can I hold his hand?”
“Yeah, I don’t see why not,” Darcy replied, amused.
Donovan was quick to grab Cole’s hand, in case he decided to backtrack.
Meanwhile, Darcy drew two dots on each of his nipples and took the steel forceps in hand after applying some disinfectant. Donovan winced at the cold metal and closed his eyes as it pinched him harder. The prickle of the needle was pressed against his right nipple. Suddenly, a sharp pain caused Donovan to muffle a scream. He shut his eyes tighter, frowning deeply at the intrusion. His breath caught in his throat, and he felt Cole’s fingers popping.
But the latter didn’t protest.
Two small beads were screwed to each end of the piercing. It gleamed silver under the artificial light, and the saline pad soothed him a tad.
He was even more anxious now, though it was fast; the pain wasn’t something he wished to experience again. But he had to, Cole was expecting him to.
Donovan squeezed his hand tighter.
“How am I doing?”
“You’re doing great,” Cole answered proudly.
“On to the other,” Darcy announced.
He applied the same precision to the other nipple. This time, when the needle pierced through his skin, Donovan’s cock swelled, not enough to be noticeable, but more than enough for precum to dribble in his underwear.
He was doing this for Cole because he cared and trusted him. He craved to belong to him; hence the willingness to let his own body be marked. The lines of what it meant were still blurry, but Donovan was confident Cole would be there every step of the way.
His nipples were on fire, and though the cleaning solutions dulled the pain, he was all too aware of the barbells.
The piercer educated him to ensure proper healing. He was told to remove them or return to the parlor if there was any problem.
They left after Cole paid, and they both thanked Darcy for his professionalism.
The wind had picked up since they’d gotten off the street; it was flavored by the kitchens of the restaurants around them.
The t-shirt brushing over his raw pecs was torture, and Donovan tried his best to move as delicately as possible.
“How are you liking it?”
“It’s pretty strange, I hope they won’t be as sensitive as time goes by.”
“They will be more sensitive than before, that’s for sure, it’ll make you hornier and a better top in the long run. You have to get used to them,” Cole said. “We’ll be testing new fits and new shapes once you’re healed.”
“You already have something in mind, don’t you?”
“Exactly,” Cole looked left and right. “Follow.”
They ended up on a secluded street, with branches drooping over the fence enclosing them, and a few beer bottles and cans on the ground.
“Take out your cock,” Cole instructed, dropping to his knees.
“What, here?”
“Yeah, nobody’s gonna see. I know you’re just a stroke away from creaming your pants, so we’ll do it my way.”
“Yes, sir”, Donovan said, unzipping his fly.
His cockhead was moist under his foreskin, and Cole nibbled on it.
“Hands behind your back,” he instructed.
Donovan obeyed and was rewarded with a warm tongue. It slid under his foreskin until Cole pulled it back to reveal his head.
“Play with your nips,” he commanded between two slurps.
“It’s really… please, I don’t think I can take it,” Donovan begged.
“Then, no cumming for a week,” Cole threatened.
When his fingers tugged the piercings, Donovan’s breath itched. They were raw, but it was better than being denied.
He would go insane.
Cole sucked him thoroughly, fondling his balls at the same time. They were kept smooth and shaved regularly by Cole himself. Each time he did it, Donovan felt his individuality being chipped. He and Cole were becoming one; his body wasn’t really his anymore. He had been claimed and could be used whenever his master wished.
He was at Cole’s disposal, and he realized that he wouldn’t be able to say “no” in the future.
Their agreement had been etched into his flesh with the piercing of his nipples, and Cole’s constant monitoring of his orgasms only bent his mind into submission.
But safety was what came to his mind, more than humiliation.
He wasn’t sure about Cole’s long-term intentions regarding their arrangement. But he was willing to risk it all to give himself a chance to build a relationship with him. Donovan, who had always felt alone even when surrounded by crowds of people drooling over him, was feeling seen for the very first time.
He didn’t want to get hurt if it didn’t go as he was imagining, but the risk was worthwhile.
Cole’s relentless assault on his cock brought him to the edge in a heartbeat, or maybe it was his pinching his newly adorned chest. His t-shirt didn’t make the experience seamless; it only added to his discomfort. He wished they could be home already, then Cole would have him get out of his clothes, maybe play with him some more until they put on a movie and cuddled up on the couch, or bed.
His tits would be free.
Cum was building in his shaft, and Cole pulled his balls further down. Donovan kept his hips locked as he had been taught; punishment hung over his head every time Cole used him.
He had to perform, he had to comply, he had to behave.
Most of all, he had to ask for permission to cum.
Donovan’s plump lips were in a thin line. “I’m about to blow, sir, please, can I cum for you?”
“Of course, bull,” Cole said, while sucking on his cockhead harder.
With his ballsack trapped in his master’s hand, Donovan panted like he was running a marathon. He was about to shoot.
“I’m gonna blow, sir, I’m gonna shoot!”
Cole stuck his tongue out and let the exposed cockhead rest flat on it. Donovan’s eyes widened; he understood he wouldn’t be allowed a full orgasm. He was going to endure a frustratingly ruined orgasm, again. He braced himself for it, feeling he had hit the point of no return. There was no doubt that Cole’s knowledge of his reactions and body language told him as much.
His glans was red, the crown swollen, and his piss slit open.
When the first spurt coated Cole’s pink tongue, Donovan forced himself to stay in place. Cole held him at the hilt with one hand and by the balls with the other.
The second wad of cum was accompanied by a long, guttural sigh of frustration from Donovan, who brought his fists to his head.
“Damn, shit,” he cursed, trembling.
The released pressure wasn’t synonymous with pleasure, but with the bitter taste of unfinished business. It was another mark of his status as a kept jock toy.
The key to gratification was held jealously by the beautiful man under him.
Cole’s hazel eyes were heavy with meaning; they warned him that if he moved, the consequences would be severe. He swallowed his seed, getting up before dragging his tongue over Donovan’s quivering lips. The kiss he blessed him with was wet, and the taste of his own cock and cum sent his senses into overdrive.
“You did amazing,” Cole praised, cupping the deflating dick in his cold hand. “That calls for a reward, don’t you think?”
“Thank you, sir,” Donovan said, shaking his head. “But having you sucking my dick, and pay for my piercings is more than enough. I’m happy I have you in my life, sir.”
Cole’s clever gaze flickered with admiration, and maybe love.
Maybe Donovan was reading too much into it. He blamed only himself for falling so hard, so fast.
“And I’m thankful for you,” Cole kissed him again, stuffing Donovan’s cock back into his briefs. “Let’s get dinner, and then you can have your reward.” He hugged him. “I insist.”
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