by Sean Michael
Benji groaned, head shaking faster. “I. I. I. I.”
“Delicious, isn’t it?” He set everything up again. “Breathe for me.”
“Oh God. You put metal in me. Oh, fuck. Oh, take it out.”
“Can’t do that.” As he spoke, he pushed the needle through to make the second piercing.
“No!” This time Benji’s feet dug into the floor, body tensing to run.
He slipped the second ring in, closed it. “All done!”
Benji shook his head, breath coming quick and light. “Take it out.”
“No.”
If Benji wanted to get rid of the piercings when his time here was over, that was his privilege. Right now, it was Thor’s.
“Fuck. Fuck. Please.” Benji was melting down—it was glorious.
“I’m going to give you a PA, a guiche, do the other nipple. For a start. They’ll complement the tattoos completely.”
“A what?” Benji drew his knees up.
Chuckling, he patted Benj’s cock. “A Prince Albert goes in the head of your penis, through the slit. And a guiche goes right here.” He moved his hand to press against the smooth flesh behind Benj’s balls. “Like mine.”
“Oh…” That pretty cock jerked and swelled.
Such a lovely pain slut. He grabbed the antiseptic spray and gave Benj’s nipple a couple of squirts. Fuck, that was pretty. That poor, abused bit of flesh went tight, dark red, the rings moving against each other. Thor groaned.
“I have to… I have to shower.” Benji pushed himself up, hurtling across the floor.
“No!” Thor growled the word out.
Benji didn’t get to choose when he showered, when he ran. Benji didn’t answer, just kept moving. He followed, grabbing Benji’s shoulders and stopping him. “I said no.”
“I didn’t ask!” Benji tore the rubber band out of his hair, tangled his fingers in the wild mass and screamed.
Oh, that was lovely, all that frustration and anger being let out.
He nodded but didn’t let go of Benji’s shoulders. “I still get final say.”
“Fuck you! Fuck you… I’m so fucked up.” Benji swayed in his touch, fingers curled into fists.
He pulled Benji into his embrace, supporting, holding.
“Let me go. Let me go. Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Poor, overwhelmed little slut.
He just held on, let Benji rail and rant and cry—whatever Benji needed to get out. When Benji was done, he was soaking wet and breathing hard, almost limp in Thor’s arms.
“Now it’s time for that shower.”
He bent and picked Benji up, carrying him into the large bathroom with its party-sized shower stall. Benji didn’t fight him this time but held on, and Thor could feel that heart beat against his chest.
He strode right in and got the water going—not too hot, more lukewarm, and not too heavy. The showerhead had a nice, light setting.
There was even a seat, and he settled in it, cradling his sweet slut, holding on.
They’d relax and get clean, have a light lunch, then it would be time to do it all over again.
Chapter Five
Benji was beginning to think he’d lost his mind. His skin was inked, his nipple pierced—twice, damn it—and he was happier than he’d been in years. He felt like he could breathe, like the world made sense.
Finally.
The arms around him never wavered, even as he had been washed, then dried. Ointment eased the pull of his abused skin, and Thor had him spread out, naked on the bed.
“Food’s on its way,” murmured Thor, fingers sliding idly on his thigh.
“I don’t know if I’m hungry.”
“You need to eat, though, so you will.”
He shook his head, a little confused. “I will?”
“Yeah, you need to keep something in your belly. They’re bringing oranges and grapefruits, cut really thin.”
“Oh…” He loved citrus, the tang. “Oranges. I… My brain isn’t on track.”
“It doesn’t have to be, though. I’m taking care of everything.”
“Is this normal?”
Thor tilted his head. “Normal? In comparison to what?”
“I don’t know. I just… I feel like I should be doing something else. Being sharp.”
“You came here to give yourself up to your fantasy. You don’t have to do anything else.”
“Why did you come here?”
“To make you beautiful.”
“Oh.” Somewhere deep inside he’d been cringing, waiting to hear that this was just a job. “So, this is your fantasy, too?”
“I’ll be honest—it didn’t start out that way, but yeah. It is.”
He could appreciate that. “Thank you.” He was so fucking tired of the lies, the games.
“You’re here, making yourself vulnerable. You deserve the truth, boy.”
His cock throbbed, just at the tone in Thor’s voice. “I do. This is so big.”
“It’s huge. The best things in life are.”
He wanted to believe that. He needed to. He’d sacrificed so much—knowing that he wouldn’t be able to go back to playing the good boy, the hero, the golden one.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Thor got up, headed to it. “That’ll be our food.”
He didn’t want to see anyone, so he hid himself, his breath catching as the little rings in his nipple shifted. There was no one there when Thor opened the door, just a cart with food, which Thor tugged into the room. “They have amazing fruits here.”
“Did they bring any tea? I drink a lot of tea.”
“There’s a variety of herbal and fruit teas here. No caffeine, though.” Thor wheeled the cart over to the bed. “You can stay there, and I’ll feed you.”
He nodded, took a deep breath and stretched his neck. “Lots of people in my line are into caffeine, uppers. Not my thing.” He was more the fasting and cleansing type.
“No? Good for you. Those are hard habits to break, and they don’t do your body, or your face, any favors. Especially long term.”
“Yeah. And keeping the pretty face is the important part.” He suddenly wanted to claw his eyes out. Fucking cameras.
“I’m going to make you even more beautiful.”
“How? What are you talking about?” His breath came a little faster.
“I’m talking about art, about something real, solid.” Thor sat next to him and offered the thinnest orange slice he’d ever seen.
“Did they shave it?” He reached out for it, fascinated.
“I don’t know, maybe they used one of those instrument things. Um… Mandoline?”
The piece was slick and wet and smelled so good. He licked at his fingers. A lime slice was offered over. It was dusted lightly with sugar.
“Oh…” He groaned, eyes rolling back from the sweet tartness.
Thor licked Benji’s lips. “Oh, that one was good.”
“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward, licked Thor’s lips back.
“Mmm.” Thor fed him a lemon this time.
That made his eyes cross, made him pucker. Thor laughed softly.
“Laughing at me!” His chuckle bubbled out of him.
“I was. You made the sour lemon face.”
“It was a sour lemon!”
Thor laughed more, reaching to stroke his cheek. His eyes closed, the touch making his lips part. Thor’s lips met his. Benji found himself scooting closer, sliding onto Thor’s lap, drawn to this fierce, wild man. Thor gave him a grin and deepened the kiss, one arm wrapping around him. Tart and citrusy—the kiss made him laugh, gave him the shivers. The shivers and wood.
Thor gave him a knowing smile and fed him a piece of grapefruit. He nibbled it, then licked Thor’s fingers clean.
“Mmm.” He could feel Thor’s cock beginning to fill, to press against one of his ass cheeks.
He sucked one finger in, head bobbing over the thick digit. Thor’s cock got harder, pushing hot and firm against him. He wanted it—wanted Thor to fuck him ha
rd and deep, make him feel every inch.
“You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you? And please—I mean it as a compliment.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I get it.” Boy, slut—the words made him ache, made him want to get on his knees and beg.
“Yeah? You sure you get it?”
“I. What?” He wanted more—he wanted to feel everything.
Thor chuckled. The man liked having him off balance. Benji’s cheeks heated and he ducked his head, the hair falling in his face giving him a hint of privacy. Thor didn’t let him have it for long—Thor’s long fingers slid through his hair, pushed it off his face. He shook his head, leaned away a little.
“No, you don’t get to hide. Not from me.”
“I… Just…” Everyone hid. Everyone.
“This week is all about exposing yourself.” Thor offered him another slice of orange.
“What if it’s bad? Ugly?”
“No, I don’t do bad or ugly artwork.”
“That’s not…” He waved his hand. “Can I have another lime?” He was the ugly one, inside.
“Of course.” Thor fed him the lime slice, fingers lingering on his lips.
His eyes closed as he focused on the sweet, the tart, the bite.
“Mmm. I think this fits you well—the duality of the sugared lime.”
“It’s fascinating.” He licked his lips.
“As are you.”
“Bah.” He was just another pretty face.
“No arguing with the tattoo artist.” Thor’s fingers flicked at his new piercings.
Stinging. Oh, God. Stinging. So good.
“Don’t…”
“Don’t what? Don’t stop?”
“I… No.” He didn’t know.
“I’ll stop or I won’t. It’s up to me.”
Fuck, that was hot. His entire body responded to the words, balls tightening. Thor grinned, flicked his nipple again, then grabbed his cock and jacked it hard. His ass came off Thor’s lap, his body jerking.
“Yeah, feel it. Feel that.”
“Fuck.” His ass landed back down on Thor’s leg.
“Again? Already?”
“I. Huh?” Thor made him stupid.
“You’re ready to be fucked again already? I’m up for it.” Thor shifted him, rubbing that cock along his crack.
“We’ve come a lot.” This time, the fucking would take forever before either one of them shot.
“That’s because you’re a hot little number and what I’m doing to you has turned you on.” Thor gave him what could only be called a wicked grin. “I think it’s time to put a ring on that eager prick of yours and do some more tattoos.”
“On. Okay.” On was better than in.
Thor just laughed and stood, still holding him, carrying him over to The Chair.
“Can there be music?” Something besides the buzz.
“Why?”
“All I can hear is my brain.”
“All right, but if I think it’s bringing down the intensity, I’m turning it off.”
“Okay.” The longer he spent with Thor, the more Benji understood him.
“Okay.” Thor went over to a drawer, pulled out something small and dark, then brought it over and letting him see the leather cock ring.
He spread his legs willingly, tilted his hips.
“I do like an eager boy.” Thor grabbed his cock and stroked it lazily.
“I. Damn. You…” His hips moved slowly in time.
“I need you good and hard before I put on the ring.”
He nodded. “What happens now? Color or more black?” He didn’t want to consider more metal.
“I’m going to start adding color. Your gargoyle has to be sitting on something, and the sky beyond it should be blue.”
“And there’s the stained glass.” He thought that was going to be stunning.
“Yes. I might actually create the rest of the scene as stained glass.” Thor looked at him, at his chest, head tilted one way then the other.
“What?” It was almost like having a photographer look at him. Almost, but not quite.
Thor’s eyes rose to his face, met his, and the man smiled. “It’s going to be stunning. You are going to be stunning.”
“You think so?” He reached out, the hand on his cock forgotten. He just wanted comfort, touch.
Thor’s free hand wrapped around his, and the man nodded. “Absolutely.”
He held on, their eyes locked for the longest time. Then Thor let go of his hand and wrapped the cock ring around his erection. The pressure was sweet, perfect, firm but not painful.
“There. That should keep you in fighting form for the next few hours.” Thor sounded altogether too satisfied.
“Do you have a tattoo studio in the real world?”
“I do indeed. It’s a great little shop—all mine, too.”
“Cool. Where is it?” Was that against the rules?
“You gonna come see me when this is over?” Thor smiled at him. “I’ll make sure you have my contact information when we leave here.”
“I’ll be footloose and fancy free.” Unemployed and running from some pissed-off agents.
“Oh, I need to do a tat on at least one of your feet.”
“What?”
“I said I’m going to put a tattoo on at least one of your feet.”
“But… I…” Why? God, that would hurt.
“There we go. Now you have something to worry about besides the ring for your cock.”
“The ring’s not bad.” It was actually comfortable.
“I meant the PA.” Thor gave him a wink, tapped the top of his cock.
He shook his head. No. No, the nipple was enough.
“Yeah, PA, foot tattoo. PA, foot tattoo. It’s enough to keep you going in circles.”
“No. There’s not that much time.” Only four days left.
“Oh, I’m going to step up the speed we’re working at. Don’t worry—I’ll get it all done.”
His cock jerked—not only at the words, but at the look in Thor’s eyes.
“Okay, Let’s get started—we’ve got a lot of work to do.”
He closed his eyes, his hands clenching into fists as he worked not to panic.
“Just breathe, boy.”
“I’m trying. I’m already tender.”
“I’m not tattooing over the same skin.”
“Okay.” He had trusted Thor this far.
“I’m going to do the outline of the stained glass first. Then fill it in.”
“Will it be beautiful?”
“Stunning.”
“You’ll talk to me?” He felt like he was going to cry—not from fear, just from adrenaline.
“I could tell you the story of the first tattoo I did.” Thor turned on some music, the sound of something classical filling the quiet spaces between Thor’s words.
That made him smile. “I’d like that.”
“Well, I wasn’t always such an ink god. I know, hard to believe.”
His laughter was cut off by the sound of the gun.
Thor started inking his skin, still working freehand. “My first job was my new boss’s girlfriend.”
“Oh God. That must have been terrifying.”
“I was too arrogant to be terrified. I was also a dumbass.”
Benji relaxed into the chair, the sting and burn familiar now. “Did you mess it up?”
“I almost didn’t. I was done, and it was a beautiful little star with her name in it. Jenny.”
“Almost?” He had to hear this.
“Yep. Jenny was the boss’s other girlfriend. This gal was April.”
“Oh. Oh God.” His eyes opened, and he started laughing, real, deep belly laughs.
Thor stopped the gun while he was laughing and grinned at him. “I was fired, but the boss? He had to deal with the girls getting together and teaching him the error of his ways.”
“You know, I’ve never done that.” He’d never cheated on a guy, not in all the years h
e’d been dating.
“Never dated two girls at once?”
“Oh, I’ve known I was queer from the start. I meant cheating.”
“Ah. That’s a good policy. It’s a messy business.”
“Yeah. I’m sort of…” He almost shrugged, then remembered not to move.
“Sort of what?”
“Boring, I guess.”
“Well, once I’m done with you, no one will ever be able to accuse you of that.”
“If I let people see.”
“It would be a shame not to, boy.”
He whimpered, and his hips rolled. “What would you have me do? If I was yours?”
Thor chuckled. “You’d be lucky if I ever let you wear clothes.”
“That would be awkward…”
“But beautiful. Stunning, in fact.” Thor smiled and changed out needles and ink.
“Sort of illegal.” But arousing, to belong to someone.
“Only illegal in public, boy.”
“I…” His cock was leaking as he imagined himself as Thor’s, to do with what Thor wanted to.
Thor looked happy, peaceful as he continued to ink color into his skin.
“What…what else would you do?” Was it awful? To ask?
“If you were mine when we left here?”
Benji nodded. “Yeah.” If he was Thor’s boy for real.
“I’d show you off.”
He’d been looked at his entire life, right? That wouldn’t be different.
“I’d keep working on you, too. You wouldn’t have to wear clothes because it would look like you were,” Thor noted.
“You’d tattoo clothes on?”
“No, but I’d eventually cover you completely. Head to toe.”
“You wouldn’t think that was ugly?” He didn’t want to be ugly. He just didn’t want to be Random Hero Number Four.
“Fuck, no.”
“But… What about when I…when your boy got old? Wrinkled.” The man would be a freak.
“You’re a living piece of artwork, boy. That means as you change, the artwork changes.” Thor smiled, eyes shining. “It would be very cool.”
He nodded, his balls drawing up. “It would be…different, huh?”
“I think it would be amazing. Growing old with someone like that.”
“God, yes. To be someone’s. Just one person’s.” Shut up. Shut your fucking mouth.