Lies And Scars

An eBook By Raven Kaldera.

"Would you like me to help you?" he asked sweetly. The guy nodded his head frantically, bangs flipping up and down, and almost dropped the needle. Jack rescued it from him and slid it carefully through Neil's right tit, behind the other two. Neil yelled, then. Behind his prosthesis, Jack's clit jumped. He turned away suddenly in order to keep himself from leaning forward just a little further and humping Neil's leg. "Let's try seven and eight," he said. Neil made a little moaning noise, but didn't object. He'd let Jack take the reins with almost no trouble.

Whipping the seventh needle through his own nipple, he went for Neil's left pec, making an eight-pointed star. The guy yelled again and his knees buckled, slumping to the floor in front of the booth and clinging to the table edge for dear life. "No more," he moaned. "I give."

Jack felt a hot flash of victory that faded as he started to tally up options in his mind. "Wait a sec," he said. "Lemme get these out of myself and I'll help you too, and then you can have time to recover." Jerry took charge of the needles, dipping them in bleach and putting them into the autoclave.

Jack helped Neil to his feet, holding him up as he pulled them out, seven fine strings of light. "My god," said Neil, "you must be one hell of a killer bottom. A better one than me, I admit."

Jack gave him his deadliest smile. "I'm not a bottom. I'm a top. I just did it to see you squirm." Then he towed his prize away across the room, away from Jerry and other guys who might spill his secret. "Go buy me a drink," he said. "Seltzer and lime. Then report to the john." His voice cracked on the last word, but Neil was too high on endorphins to notice. Jack let go of him and hurried to the bathroom, locking himself in a stall and getting his harness and cock out of his jacket pocket and onto his body in record time.

He was just zipping his pants when Neil came back in. "Here's your drink," the other man said, holding out a plastic cup. Jack sighed and took a sip; the seltzer was sharp and tart on his tongue, tasting like needles looked like going into Neil's nips.

"Put it down over there," Jack ordered. "I'll get it on my way out. I want you bent over the can in there."

"OK," Neil said. "Can I lube myself up first?"

"Yeah, sure. Face the wall and don't go looking at me." He shoved the guy into the stall and locked the door behind them. Neil got his jeans down and his ass cheeks spread, and Jack had to rub the front of his jeans out of sheer-self-defense, needing some pressure there badly. He felt the hard rubber of the cock pressing into his clit and bit his lip. Sooner or later there would be a moment of truth, unless he could pull this off.

"OK." Neil bent over further, finished with the lube. "I'm ready." Jack realized with a start that he should have his dick out and be wrapping it. Fumbling with his jeans, he managed to get a condom out and started rolling it over the latex cock.

"Eyes front," he snapped at Neil who was starting to peek around, probably wondering what was taking so long. With the condom on it, it didn't look too unnatural, Jack thought to himself. Maybe it wouldn't feel too unnatural either. He put the head against Neil's asshole and pushed. The guy let out a completely different kind of moan than the one the needles had inspired; low and deep. Jack grabbed him by the hips and fucked him, long and slow. "Put your hands on your dick, buddy," he snarled. "Get comfortable. You're gonna be here a long time. I can do this all night."

Neil grabbed his own cock and started to play with it. The fucking was an incredible turn-on, but there was something more Jack wanted. He yanked his belt out of its loops with a couple of quick jerks, being careful not to lose the rhythm, and folded it in half with one hand with a flicking gesture. Then he laid leather to Neil's ass along with his next forward stroke. Mr. Perfect Teeth yelled, this time. "What the fuck-" he protested.

"Shut up," said Jack through gritted-teeth ecstasy. "You couldn't even keep your mouth shut out there with the needles. Am I gonna have to stuff it full of toilet paper, or are you gonna have a little self control here?" He hit Neil's ass again and again, shoving into him until the friction on his clit was just right, and the guy sobbed, a choppy, wet sound. Red welts raised themselves on his ass and thighs. And Jack came.

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