Bastian laughed, head tossing. “Like anyone would pay.”
He stopped and looked at his lover. “Are you serious, Precious?”
He had seen the looks; he knew that people would pay to watch Bastian have his nipples pierced. They would pay to watch him shower, watch him take the strap, watch them fuck.
“Hmm? Serious about what, Augie?”
“Do you really not believe people would pay to watch you?”
“Why would they?” Bastian shook his head, hair tossing. “Come on.”
“Because you’re beautiful. Stunning.” Gus shook his head and followed Bastian to the desk halfway down the room. Bastian flitted about, looking at this, at that, almost bouncing, nerves obvious.
A little girl with very short white hair and piercings in her eyebrows, nose, lip, and cheek came to the desk. “What do you want?”
Gus raised an eyebrow but nodded toward Bastian. “His nipples. Pierced.”
Bastian turned bright red as she looked him over. “Okay. Anything special? Rod? Chain?”
“I have a chain, but not the rings. You have a selection we could choose from?” Perhaps he should have chosen that himself as well, but he’d wanted Bastian to have a say. They were going to adorn Bastian’s body after all.
“Sure.” A tray was pulled out with barbells and curved barbells and rings -- every color in the rainbow, some with dangling jewels, patterns. It was... stunning.
His eye immediately went to the simple silver and gold rings; they were meant to adorn his lover, not outshine him. “What do you like, Bastian?”
Bastian looked over them, frowning. “They’re all so... gaudy. I like the simple ones.”
He nodded. “How about the ones in the top left corner?”
Bastian nodded, fingers pointing to simple, satiny silver rings. “Those?”
He nodded and pulled the chain out his pocket, the delicate silver links a perfect match. “Yes.”
He turned to the girl. “We want those.”
“You got it. You want to feel it? You want the numbing agent?”
“He wants to feel it.” Gus didn’t even hesitate, answering for Bastian.
Bastian pressed against his arm, a shudder moving through the lean body. Gus purred, wrapping his arm around Bastian, stroking his side. “You will shine.”
“How long until you want to play with it?”
Bastian blinked over at the girl. “How long does it take?”
“We don’t want to wait at all,” Gus told her. He was not going to be able to resist. Not for a moment.
“Okay. Then we’ll use the nu-skin when we’re done. Come on to the back.”
Bastian grabbed his hand, squeezed. He squeezed back and grinned. “You’re going to look amazing.”
“You’re coming with me, right?”
“I wouldn’t miss this show for anything, Precious.” He tilted Bastian’s chin and took a nice, hard kiss. Bastian melted against him, eyes focused on him, wide and hungry.
He licked the pretty lips and took another kiss, this one short, soft. Then he took Bastian’s hand and they followed the girl with the face piercings behind a thick black curtain painted with silver swirls and dots. It separated the area for piercing from the rest of the store, blocked off the view from the street. It afforded them a modicum of privacy. Gus purred, fingers sliding along Bastian’s back, the silk almost as soft as the warm skin it hid.
“You’ll need to strip the shirt off and get into the chair.” Needles and antiseptic and rings were placed on a low table.
“I’ll do it,” murmured Gus, his fingers sliding along Bastian’s purple blouse down to his waist. He tugged the shirt out of Bastian’s pants and slowly pulled it up, fingers dragging against Bastian’s skin.
Those pale eyes stared at him, so focused. “All yours.”
“Yes. Indeed.” Groaning low, he pulled the shirt up over Bastian’s head and then slid his fingers back down, letting them flick across Bastian’s nipples. “These need to be hard, I believe.”
“Gus!” Bastian turned bright red, lips parting.
He raised an eyebrow and turned to the girl. “Isn’t that how it works? The nipple is made hard and then pierced?”
She nodded, grinned. “That’s it. I spray cold water on it, grab it with the tongs, pull and pierce.”
“Ooo, tongs. Maybe I should invest in a pair.”
He got another look from Bastian, eyes burning into him.
He grinned and kissed Bastian’s nose. “I was kidding about the tongs. Mostly.”
“Bastard.” Bastian shivered, stepped closer.
“Not at all. I merely know what you need. What turns you on.” He brought his hands up again, thumbs rubbing Bastian’s little nipples, making the small points of flesh go hard.
“What I need...” Bastian shook his head and moaned, hair falling into his face.
“Yes, Precious. As always, I know exactly what you need.” He purred the words quietly before leading Bastian to the chair.
Bastian went, sitting gingerly, eyes focused on him. Gus pushed the silky hair back over Bastian’s shoulders, out of his face to behind his ears. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, taking one of Bastian’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard.
“Gus!” Bastian flushed dark, gasp loud. That little nipple went tight-tight and hard.
“I think this one is ready for you,” he told the girl, grinning at Bastian.
“Excellent.” She clamped the little bit of flesh, grabbed the needle. “Deep breath in, now, and then let it all out.”
Bastian did as she said, the needle pushing through. Gus moaned, cock throbbing at the sight. “Oh, Bastian... beautiful.”
Those lovely eyes were closed tight, not looking. He tsked. “Sebastian! Pay attention. I want you to remember this. How it looks as well as how it feels.”
Bastian’s eyes flew open at the sound of his full name, so lovely, so exposed.
“Watch, Precious.” He reached over and pinched the unpierced nipple, making it rise.
“I... Gus. It... I...” Bastian moaned, shifted, the piercer chuckling softly.
He bent and licked at Bastian’s lips. “Yes, Bastian. You.”
He chuckled himself, gave Bastian’s nipple another pinch and then drew back a half step. “He’s ready for the second one.”
“Okay, same deal with the second. Breathe in and out.”
It took no time, and then Bastian’s nipples were adorned with shining rings.
“Stunning. Breathtaking.” Had to be, because he was having trouble finding his breath. And his cock was hard enough to drill nails.
“Leave us,” he demanded, not even looking at the piercer.
“You have to pay extra....”
“Yes, yes. Coin is not an issue. Go.” He waved his hand, dismissing the girl.
“Do you want the nu-skin now?”
Bastian glared over, bristling. “Are you deaf?”
He would have chuckled at Bastian’s impatience, if he didn’t want so hard, so badly. “Just go,” he growled.
The door slammed behind her, Bastian’s eyes burning up into him. “Augie...”
“My Precious.” He straddled Bastian’s legs, rolling his hips to slide them together. “You need.” It wasn’t a question.
“I do. Please.” Bastian was almost groaning.
“This first,” he murmured, pulling the chain from his pocket and attaching it to first one, and then the second ring. It hung between them, fine and delicate against Bastian’s skin.
“Oh. Oh. I can feel it.” Bastian panted, tongue wetting those parted lips.
“What does it feel like?” he asked, fingers sliding to tug gently on the chain.
His lover bowed, chest following his fingers. “Huge. It burns. It aches. It pulls deep inside.”
He bent and pressed a kiss to each of Bastian’s nipples and then pressed their lips together. Bastian groaned, tongue pushing into his lips, hungry, desperate.
“Hold onto the chair,” he ordered before deepening the kiss.
Bastian did as he was told, fingers white-knuckled on the arm.
“Yes, that’s right. Just like that.” He licked at Bastian’s lips and then moved down to work up a mark on Bastian’s neck.
“Gus. Gus. Love...” Bastian swallowed, entire body shaking.
He purred, finger sliding from Bastian’s neck down along his chest, snagging on the chain a moment and then continuing down to tease open the top button of Bastian’s pants.
Bastian’s cry was sweet, sharp. “Please!”
“Please what, Bastian?” Oh, he did like to tease.
“I need. I need.”
“I know you do.” He wrapped his tongue through one of the rings and tugged gently.
“Gus!” Bastian pushed back into the chair, panting.
He chuckled and breathed on Bastian’s nipple. Bastian shook his head, groaned. He ran his tongue along the chain, letting it tangle in it and tug on it randomly as his fingers slowly opened Bastian’s button and worked down the zipper on his pants.
“Tease. Mean man. I need you.”
“Anticipation, Bastian. Remember? You wouldn’t want me to cheat you out of half your pleasure, would you?”
Bastian groaned, hands sliding on the chair’s arms.
“No coming,” he warned, fingers carding through the curls that surrounded Bastian’s cock. The heat of his lover’s prick warmed his fingers, drew them to it, and he stroked lightly.
“But...” Bastian groaned, eyes rolling.
“No coming,” he repeated, squeezing Bastian’s cock hard.
“Yes. Yes, Augie. I’ll try.”
“You’ll do, yes, Bastian? My Precious.” He squeezed again and then loosened his hand some, slid it slowly up and down, eyes on Bastian’s.
“Yours. Yes.” Bastian looked desperate, but he did not spend.
“My perfect Sebastian.”
He bent and licked at the tip of Bastian’s cock, gathering the liquid there, gasping at the sharp flavor of Bastian’s need. He glanced up, wanting to see the look in Bastian’s eyes as his lover fought to come.
“Going to make me come, Augie...” Those eyes were burning, beautiful.
He nodded. “I know. And now you have permission to.” Then he took Bastian’s cock in his mouth, going all the way down in a single motion.
“Oh...” Bastian moaned, cock jerked, seed filling his mouth. He swallowed Bastian into himself, humming at the taste.
Pulling off slowly, he looked back up into Bastian’s face. Perfect. Beautiful.
“Love you. Thank you.”
“No, my Precious, thank you.” He placed another kiss on the tip of Bastian’s cock, one brief one to each nipple and then brought their lips together, his tongue dipping into Bastian’s mouth to taste. Bastian opened right up, eyes adoring him, loving him like nothing else.
He purred into the kiss before ending it. “Come on, Bastian. Let’s go home. I need you.”
“Yes. My shirt?” Bastian moved, eyes wide as the chain shifted. “Oh.”
“Leave it. I’ll buy you a new one.”
He grabbed Bastian’s hand and stalked out of the back room, stopping only long enough to leave his money on the counter in front of the little girl who’d done Bastian’s piercings.
The street was just as crowded, the looks they were getting doubled. Of course so did his “all mine” growl.
A tall, dark-skinned man started walking beside them, eyes black as pitch. “Is your pet for sale?”
His free hand turned into a fist, the fingers holding Bastian’s going white-knuckled. He looked into the man’s eyes, wondering if he had a death wish. “No.”
“Rent?”
Bastian shook his head, pressed closer to him. “Leave us alone.”
Gus slid his arm around Bastian’s waist and kept going, walking faster now, glaring at anyone he caught looking too long. Why exactly had he thought others looking at his Bastian was a good idea? He wanted to rip each and every one of them limb from limb.
The wind picked up, Bastian’s hair flying, caressing his skin. He purred, glanced at Bastian’s body, at the way the chain swayed as they walked.
“Is it going to get cold, Gus?” The way Bastian’s nipples looked, it already was cold.
“We’ll be home before it gets any colder,” he promised. “I need.”
“Anything you want.”
“I want to take your mouth. I want to watch, knowing that every time you go down on me it makes the chain sway, which makes the rings tug.”
Bastian moaned, nodded. “Need you. Hungry for you -- your cock, your hands, all of you.”
“You’ll get it. You’ll get everything you want and more, Precious.”
“Love you.” The words were soft, almost lost in the sounds of the street.
He stopped and turned to Bastian, smiling into the grey-on-grey eyes. “I love you.”
Then they were on their way again, hurrying home.
***
The nipple rings were driving him crazy.
Insane.
The first few days were okay, but the pleasure and ache was driving him mad, his fingers constantly drawn to them, pulling at them.
“Don’t touch,” growled Gus. “Do I have to cuff your hands behind your back?”
“They’re driving me crazy.” Bastian put his hands down, tugging the edge of his shirt so the fabric rubbed.
“You’re going to rub them raw.” Gus went over to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of padded cuffs.
“I...” He backed away a step, cock starting to fill even as his brain fought.
“Yes, you,” agreed Gus. His hands were taken. “You touch them one more time and I will cuff you for the rest of the day.”
He moaned, shook his head. “I don’t like the cuffs.”
He loved Gus’ hands, loved how Gus held him, but the cuffs made him itch, made his heart pound.
“Then leave those poor nipples alone.” Gus gave him a stern look and then slid a hand under his shirt, tugging on one of the rings.
“Oh!” He gasped, pulled away, then pressed closer. “Gus!”
Gus purred. “They’re so hot.”
“They ache and move and I feel them all the time.”
“And you must learn to ignore that ache when you are busy doing other things.” Gus licked at his ear, tongue tracing the inked vines.
“Busy...” He moaned, head tilted, warmth filling him. “Love that...”
“Love you,” murmured Gus in reply, lips nuzzling their way down to his neck and along it.
“Mmm...” He almost purred, melted with pleasure. “Love you.”
“Yes, my Precious.” Gus grabbed his shirt and tore it open. “Oh, don’t you look pretty. Enticing.”
His nipples were dark, hard, aching to be touched. Gus bent and licked briefly at each one. He gasped, fingers moving to stroke them, the air on the wet flesh driving him mad.
Gus growled and grabbed his hands, pushed them behind his back and held them there. “I said, don’t touch.”
“I can’t help it.” He was arched, exposed, vibrating.
“Then we shall make it so that you cannot touch.” The big hand holding his twisted his wrists slightly and then he felt the cuffs click on, Gus’ hand letting him go.
His hands relaxed, the position not uncomfortable, the cuffs well padded. He tugged against the cuffs, struggling, testing. “Gus...”
“Yes, Bastian?” Gus stood and looked down at him.
“I...” He found himself caught in those hazel eyes, trapped.
Gus grinned. “Come on. Let’s play.” His lover turned, moving off, down the hall, ass swaying in the leather pants Gus had taken to wearing around their apartment.
He followed, fascinated, wanting. It was insane, what that man could do to him. Gus didn’t look back once, just went into their playroom and started going through a drawer. Gus knew he was there, though.
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“Hook the cuffs over the dealie hanging from the ceiling.”
He moaned, moving slowly, eyes on the hook. Once he was attached, he was caught. A flogger hit the top of the dresser, Gus still paying more attention to searching the drawer contents than to him.
He reached the hook, stretching up to attach the cuffs to it. “I love you...”
That got his lover’s full attention, Gus’ eyes moving over him, a warm smile tugging those lips upward. “I know, Bastian. And I am going to show you how much I love you.” The smile and the words eased him, melted him, gentled his nerves.
Gus finally finished fishing through the drawer and he came over, stripping slowly in front of Bastian, then folding his clothes and leaving them in a neat pile on the floor. Gus’ body was thick and well-muscled, suited for his job of digging in the earth, constructing. Gus went to his knees in front of Bastian, fingers working open Bastian’s pants, tugging them down his legs.
His cock was hard, heavy, bobbing as it was freed. Gus purred, leaning forward to lick at him, almost delicately.
“Oh.” His eyes closed, a happy sound sliding from his throat.
His entire cock was licked and then his balls. Gus made a noise and leaned back. “You need to be shaved.”
“Why?” His belly went tight, cock bobbing.
Gus looked up at him, one eyebrow going up. “Because I said you do.”
“Oh.” He blushed, body reaching for Gus, wanting.
Gus chuckled and kissed the tip of his cock. “You will look stunning naked. It will bring balance between your ringed chest and your groin.”
“Something else to drive me mad.”
“There you go -- not all your focus will be on your nipples.” Gus gave him a wink, eyes just twinkling.
“Bitch.” He laughed, shook his head. He loved this man more than anything. Ever.
Gus guffawed. “That’s not the way to get on my good side.” He got another wink, Gus squeezing his balls, just this side of painful.
He groaned, thighs and lips parting in sync. Gus purred and licked at his right nipple before attaching the thin chain to his rings again, tugging on it.
Oh. Sweet. Sharp. Deep. Yes.
“You prefer the chain on, the tugging over just the rings.”
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