by Sean Michael
“Are you?” Kenn whispered back.
“I love finding out new things about you, like what turns you on. And I love being turned-on with you.”
Kenn leaned harder, ass rocking against him.
“And I love how my talking to you turns you on, makes you need.”
Kenn kissed his hand, hiding his face away.
“And I’m going to keep talking, keep turning you on.”
“Incorrigible,” Kenn teased. “This is the most…. I feel a little tipsy.”
“Yeah? It feels good, huh?”
“A little out of control, but yes.”
“You don’t like being out of control. At all. I think that’s why the BDSM excites you so much. It’s very appealing to you to be made to give in to someone else’s will. To be forced to be out of control.”
Kenn shook his head but stayed close, moaning for him.
“Of course, that’s why we have the safeword. In the end, you have ultimate control, even as it feels like you’ve ceded it all.”
“Right. And no matter what, everything stops.”
“That’s right. No ifs, ands, or buts. Everything stops.”
“And you won’t be mad.”
“I promise I will absolutely not be mad, ever. That’s the most important part of BDSM.”
Kenn nodded, pulled his tablet over. “One more video.”
“The pierced-man one.” Dave rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
“Yes. Then it’s your turn.” Kenn started the video, which showed a lovely man with heavy rings in his tits, in his cock. Chains ran through the rings, and a man in leather came up, a jeweled penis plug in his hand, a thick thing with three lumps.
“I’m going to fasten it in. It’s in until I say it comes out, boy.”
Kenn shivered, and Dave hummed. “I can give this to you, Kenn. I can make you glow with it.”
“It’s… that’s so big.” Kenn spread as Dave reached down and stroked the slit of his cock.
“And it’s yours. Just because something is big doesn’t mean you can’t have it.” Dave nuzzled his ear. “In fact, you deserve it.”
Kenn arched into Dave’s touch, moaning.
“Such a sweet boy. I’m going to give you everything.”
The man in the video was chained, plugged, and desperately hard. Dave admired the Dom’s imagination and command. He could see why Kenn gravitated toward this particular video. Control, beauty, a hint of pain, and an aching cock. It made Dave’s mouth dry. He curled his hands around Kenn’s upper leg, digging his fingers into Kenn’s skin before stroking the soft flesh of Kenn’s inner thighs.
He wanted that text to come in; he wanted to see those rings in Kenn’s flesh. More, he wanted to be there to hold Kenn’s hand while the needle slid through his flesh because Dave had asked.
Just because he’d asked.
His phone buzzed, and he grabbed it immediately to check.
2pm. Xeno. He’ll come to you. Scene friendly.
You rock. He added Kenn’s address to the text. Thanks.
“What did he say?”
“He said that Xeno will be here to do it privately at 2:00 p.m.”
“What?”
“That gives us a few hours to get ready.” Should he do a scene first, so Kenn was relaxed from being pushed, from orgasming? Or should he get Kenn all revved up so that the potential for him coming from being pierced was higher?
He tapped Kenn’s cockhead idly, slowly.
“A few hours from now, I’ll hold your hand while Xeno pierces your nipples and your cock.” Dave hummed softly. “He’s scene friendly, so I can hold you, naked, in my lap.”
“What?”
“I’m going to hold you while he does it.”
“But… you can’t. But. Oh.”
“But I can. And so can you.” He tilted Kenn’s face and kissed him.
Kenn sobbed into the kiss, reaching up for him.
He deepened the kiss. He would make Kenn come, then build him back up again.
Chapter Fifteen
HE WAS not going to do this.
Not. At. All.
Kenn cleaned the house, refusing to think about this whole stupid thing.
Dave was curled up on the bed, reading a book, relaxed, like this whole thing was normal.
He was just going to lock himself in the bathroom until the man left.
“Kenn. Come and sit with me, love.”
“There’s dusting to be done.”
“The place is ten-foot square. I think it’s pretty clean already. Come sit with me.”
“But—”
“Boy.”
The single word made him stop, eyes going wide.
Dave stared at him, silently waiting for him.
His nipples went tight from that look alone.
Then Dave held out a hand to him, palm up.
“I don’t know about this, Dave.” He went right to his lover.
He fit perfectly in Dave’s arms, his ass snug up against Dave’s crotch. “Tell me what’s got you spooked.”
“Besides the whole needles in my body part?”
“Yes. Because the needles are only in your body for a second or two.” Dave rubbed his arms, warming him up immediately.
“The rings aren’t, and someone will see me.” And know that Dave was his Dom, and that was too exciting.
“The rings aren’t needles, though. And so what if someone sees? There’s nothing wrong with having piercings. Frankly, it’s nobody’s business but ours.” Dave began to stroke his nipples again. “Would you like a blindfold, boy? I can arrange that.”
Dave continued to touch him, making him ache as Dave waited patiently for his answer.
“I don’t know.” Would that make it easier?
“I think it would be hot if you watched right along with me, but it’s your decision and you can make it at any point up until the piercing starts.”
“Okay, this is so weird.”
“By weird you mean out of your experience?” Dave asked.
“Yes. Absolutely. Outside of my comfort level too.”
“I don’t see that as a bad thing,” Dave told him softly. “I think being out of your comfort zone is good for you. I also think on some level it excites you, makes you hard. It’s my job to push, to keep you happy and fulfilled. Trust me. Trust me, boy.”
Kenn flushed at the “boy.” He didn’t know if he could get used to that.
Dave’s hand slid down his belly to fondle his cock, and he was almost surprised to find he was already hard. From Dave’s words and the anticipation of what was coming alone.
“This is going to be a scene until he leaves, for sure, and we may decide to let it continue. Do you know your safeword?”
Kenn nodded. “Huxley.”
“Perfect. Remember—you will not get in trouble for using it.”
“Are you going to want me to call you Sir for this?” He didn’t know why, but the idea that he had an out was soothing.
“I want you to call me Sir because I’ve earned it. So you’ll decide when that happens.”
He wanted to know when. He wanted to understand. Dammit.
Dave tilted his head. “I can see the gears turning behind your eyes. What? I can’t read your mind, so if you have questions or anything, you have to let me know.”
“I need to do some research. I feel… lost.”
“About what, babe? Calling me Sir? I don’t want to leave you floundering on that front, but I really feel like it would mean more if you choose to do it rather than are told to.” Dave squeezed him. “I also feel some research is a great idea. Not furtively checking things out, but boldly searching out answers to your questions.”
“Research is sort of what I do, right?”
“It totally is, which is why I think it would be a good thing. Plus, it would make me happy that you really knew I would never belittle you or punish you for anything you researched.”
“Would you punish me?” What did that mean to Dave? W
hat did it mean to him?
“Well… that would be something we’d have to discuss. Would we want to be in a place where I punished you, or do we want to do away with that? I think it’s a very useful tool, for both of us.”
He loved that Dave wanted to discuss these things with him—there was no shame, no censure.
“What does that mean? Exactly, that is.” Kenn was beginning to relax, to breathe with Dave.
“Well, if we set up rules and punishments, you’ll know exactly what happens if you break a given rule. That means if you want a particular punishment, you can deliberately break the corresponding rule.”
Dave’s words made him shiver. “Does that happen a lot, do you think?” He reached out, stroked Dave’s thigh.
“I think it depends on the couple. It didn’t happen very much with Janus and Peotre, although now and then Peotre would push to get what he needed without asking. Some couples that I’ve met, though, the sub was constantly breaking rules for the attention, for the punishment.”
“That seems…. I don’t know. I just don’t know how that would work.”
“It seems like a lot of game play. I hope that in time you’ll be comfortable enough to tell me if you need something I’m not giving you.” Dave said it like it was so easy to talk about this stuff. Funnily enough, with Dave it was becoming easier. “And there’s the idea of having rules in scenes. Things to help you focus, hmm?”
“Like?”
“Like no swearing. No touching yourself.”
“You’ve talked about that.” He tried not to think, tried to will his cock to go down, but it wasn’t working.
“And you like the sound of it.” Dave wrapped one hand around his erection, jacking him easily.
“It… the time….” He groaned and leaned into Dave.
Dave looked over at his bedside clock. “We’ve got twenty minutes. Besides, I think I want you needy when Xeno gets here. I’m going to spread your legs over mine and spread them wide. I’m going to hold your hands.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“Yes. That way you’re spread and open but supported and held at the same time.”
“I don’t want to think about this.” He was hard still. Again.
“And yet, it’s going to be happening very soon.” Dave rubbed his thumb across the tip of Kenn’s cock, back and forth across the slit.
“You’ll never be able to do that again, after.” He knew better, but….
“Of course I will. It will be different, but I’ll still be able to.” Then Dave pressed down on his slit.
Kenn arched and keened, his eyes crossing. Oh, no fair. No fair.
“There are these penis plugs that attach to a ring that’s right here. So hot.”
“Shh….” His nipples drew up tight.
“You wouldn’t like it at all if I actually hushed. You like it when I talk dirty to you.” Dave chuckled softly, nuzzled his ear. “My naughty professor.”
He cried out and pushed back into Dave again.
“Yeah, you love it. And I love that you do.”
Dave cupped Kenn’s needy cock again, the touch hot as fire, and he arched. Dave slid his hand down to cup his balls, tugging on them and keeping his orgasm at bay.
“You’re not going to come until the piercing.”
“I’ll never come again, after.” He knew he was fussing, but it felt good to do it, to let himself worry.
“I promise that you will. In fact, I’d lay odds that the penis piercing is the one that’s going to make you come like a gusher.”
“Dave!” He started laughing, suddenly tickled.
Dave grinned down at him. “What? Coming like a gusher’s a good thing.”
“A little messy, and the visual is… whoa.” He was rolling with laughter.
Dave chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not sure if I should be insulted or not.” Dave was clearly not upset.
His chuckles faded along with his tension, and he cuddled into Dave’s arms.
“Have I told you today that I love you?”
“Probably, but you can tell me again.”
“I love you.” Dave kissed him softly, lips sliding against his, making him tingle.
“I love you.” They breathed together, nice and easy, almost floating.
“This is the feeling. This peace and togetherness. We’re searching for this, only even deeper, when we do scenes.”
“Do you think it will work?”
“Absolutely. We’ve already found some peace together. We’ve fallen in sync breathingwise. We’re going to make so much magic together.”
He liked that idea. Magic. Together.
The doorbell rang, and he tensed up. Dave stroked his back several times. “You should answer the door, boy.”
“I don’t want to.” He did it, though, fully intending to tell the man to go.
“Hello, I’m Xeno.” A beautiful man stood there with a warm smile, long hair the color of night, and shockingly blue eyes.
He took Kenn’s breath away.
“Hello, Xeno. I’m Dave, and this is my boy.” Dave came up behind him and slid his hand along Kenn’s spine, warm through his shirt.
Tell him to go home. Tell him to just go.
“Hello, I’m so pleased to meet you both.”
“Thank you for coming on such short notice. We really appreciate it.”
“Of course. I’m in the lifestyle. I specialize in body mods in scenes—tattoos, piercings, brandings, cock pearls. I have a little shop in the Rosebud, but it’s always best at home, isn’t it?”
“It is. Cock pearls, eh? That sounds fascinating.”
“It’s very intense. I’m always honored to be a part of a scene. It’s such a blessing.”
Dave ushered Xeno in. “I thought we’d do it on the bed. We won’t need to put a towel down, will we?”
“Oh, no. There will be a drop of blood, if that. You’re wanting nipples, a PA, and a guiche?”
“We hadn’t planned on a guiche, but it might be a great addition to the other three,” Dave noted.
“I brought some different ring options—your boy is lovely, by the way. What feels right to you, gold or stainless?”
“Thank you. What do you think, Kenn? I believe gold will compliment your skin tone best.”
“I….” He didn’t know. He didn’t.
Xeno waited, then pulled out a set of rings with a lovely luster, the beads on either end the same gold. “These are heavy, masculine, classy.”
“Beautiful,” murmured Dave. “You’ll look stunning in those.”
“Is he shaved behind the balls? I can do it, or you can, if not. It won’t take but a second.”
“Are you good with doing the guiche?” Dave asked him. “I know we only agreed to the nipples and cock, but it seems like the perfect time to get the guiche as well. I can just see you with a fine golden chain connecting all four rings.”
“I’m going to die.”
“Is that a no?”
“I…. It’s not a no.”
Dave beamed at him, looking so pleased, and the look went all the way through Kenn. He hid in Dave’s arms, hearing a soft “oh.”
“You can shave him—I’ll be holding him open.”
“No problem. I’ll set up at the foot of the bed. I’ll mark all the spots and then do the piercings. Do you have a preferred order?”
“Nipples and work our way down.” Dave tilted his head and looked into Kenn’s eyes. “You’re never going to forget this.”
“I’m going to die.”
Xeno’s chuckle was warm. “I don’t think there’s ever been a piercing-related death.”
Dave’s lips quirked up in a half smile. “There you go. I think you’re safe.” Dave moved him to the bed, undid the belt of his robe, and pushed the soft material off his shoulders.
His cheeks burned, his heart pounding hard and fast.
Dave kept their eyes locked, and he found he couldn’t turn away. “I love you, and I’m so v
ery proud of you.”
“I’m scared,” he whispered.
“And yet you’re doing it. Do you know how brave that makes you?” Dave drew him down onto the bed, sitting behind him, hands sliding along his arms. “I’m right here.”
Dave draped Kenn’s legs over the top of Dave’s longer ones, then spread him wide, holding his hands the entire time.
“I’ve got you,” Dave said. “And I’m not letting you go.”
“I need your safeword, please,” Xeno asked.
“Hu-huxley.”
“Huxley. Got it. Use if it you need to, okay?”
“Everything will stop if you do—no recriminations. No anger.” Dave ran his fingers along the insides of Kenn’s thighs, and it brought his attention to his body, to his cock, which was shockingly hard.
“I’ll start by shaving. It’s just one swipe.”
This was insane.
Xeno’s fingers were warm against his skin, but it wasn’t sexual in any way. The swipe-swipe on his perineum was quick, shocking.
“I’m right here, boy. And you are doing so well. Breathe with me, and be aware of every moment. You’re going to want to remember each one.” Dave’s voice was quiet and confident.
He felt soft touches to the sensitive skin behind his balls, then to the tip of his cock.
“Okay. I’m going to hold up a mirror and then ease your balls out of the way so your Master can look.”
His Master. The word felt… like a warm blanket.
“You can look too, Kenn. If you want. Make sure you’re happy with the placement.”
“I trust him.” He couldn’t look. No way.
Dave kissed the top of his head. “Thank you, boy.”
“Well, then. Do they meet your approval?”
Xeno’s fingers lifted his balls, and Dave made a pleased sound. “Oh yes. They’re perfect.”
“Okay, I’ll mark the nipples next. Such a pretty pink.”
“Yeah. My Kenn is beautiful. The piercings are going to bring that to the next level.” Dave sounded so proud of him.
“Absolutely.”
The touch of the Sharpie to his nipple was even bigger than to his cock, and he gasped. Dave massaged his thighs, and a soft kiss landed on the side of his neck, Dave easing him without saying a word.
Xeno held the mirror up, and Dave hummed. “You’re good.”
