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I was a little bit shocked by Pierce's proposal as I walked home. I mean, we had been flirtatious in the past, and I definitely thought he was hot, but he knew I was in a monogamous relationship with Edward. Anyway, I didn't know how I would even ask him if it was okay for me to have sex with someone else, let alone our tattoo artist.
But Pierce had told me that he wouldn't just call off my debt for the last tattoo, but give me another one for free. And Edward liked how I looked with the ink, so really this was going to benefit for everyone in question. But Edward and I had just said our first "I love you's" to one another, it was getting pretty serious, and I didn't want this to screw anything up.
So my head was spinning with conflicted thoughts as I walked into Edward's place. We were just planning on watching a movie tonight, having a quiet night in, but Edward could tell something was bothering me when I walked in the door.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, rubbing my shoulder as I sat on the couch.
"Eh," I responded. reaching for the remote.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" he said, straddling me and pulling my less-than-responsive face in for a kiss.
"Yeah I know," I sighed, flipping to netflix and choosing the movie.
"Do you just want me to..." he scooted off my lab, kneeling on the floor between my legs, "help you distract yourself?" He didn't give me a chance to respond, unzipping my fly and fishing my cock out as the movie started. Diligently, he went down on me, taking my soft cock into his mouth and sucking it in and out. He pulled down my pants to access my hole, teasing around the edge and pushing a finger in and out as he sucked me.
But no matter how hard he tried, I just wasn't getting there. As he lapped at my balls, he glanced up and asked me again what was wrong. I didn't want his cock in my mouth when I told him, so I pushed his head down into my crack to rim me. On the tv the title sequence was ending.
"So Pierce told me how he wants me to pay him back for that tattoo..." Edward's tongue expertly licked around my hole, flicking past the entrance and tickling the inside. "And he wants me to have sex with him." I cringed, expecting the worse.
Edward nonchalantly came up for air. "Yeah, I know," he said.
"What?" I spluttered. Edward crawled up from my legs, standing over me on the couch, his semihard cock in my face. I took it in my mouth instinctively, sucking on the head.
"Yeah, we talked about it last time I was in there. I managed to haggle a discount on this tattoo," he gestured to a new one on his hip that he had gotten a few days previously, "half off if I let him fuck your ass." He pushed his cock in all the way, making me gag and back off. "Sorry for not asking you first, I just figured you'd say yes. You've gotten so good at taking cock, it's hard not to want to show you off."
I tried to respond, but he firmly placed a hand on the back of my head to keep me sucking. "You can always say no, of course. But Pierce did say he'd give you another tattoo for free, so... I'd go for it. It's a good deal." I met his eyes, nodding my head to the degree that I could. He grinned. "Awesome, man. Now let's restart this movie, I missed the whole beginning."
A couple days later, I entered the Hungry Goat Tattoo Parlor in the late afternoon. Pierce was cleaning a few of his needles, whistling some upbeat tune. Turning as he heard the door jingle, he smiled and winked at me. He gestured me over.
"Had a big workload today. Some club dancer got their shoulder covered with a phoenix. Gotta admit it's some of my most intricate work. It'll look beautiful when he's up on stage in the lights, like it's flying." I nodded politely, shy. "C'mon man, no need to be nervous. You do want this don't you?" I may have been hesitant, but my cock wasn't. I was bulging obscenely in my pants, my dick straining to get Pierce's hands on it. He noticed. "That's what I thought, Dale. Don't worry, we'll take care of that in no time. Just give me a minute to finish up here."
I headed into the back room, where he usually did my tattoos. The chair was unfolded all the way horizontal, like a massage table, and I stripped off my clothes, laying down ass up. Some of the tools were on a table nearby, so I figured I'd give him a show when he came in here to clean. Indeed, Pierce wolf whistled when he walked in the door, slapping my ass and admiring the jiggle. He was already naked, and as he walked around me, looking me over like a prized cow, I got my first glimpse of the tattoos under his pants. They continued as expected, with geometric spiked lines and circles, but the most surprising part were the two lines tattooed down his cock.
Though once my eyes were on his cock, I couldn't decide what to marvel at more. Dangling a few inches from my face, it was heavy and pendulous, its pink helmet head waving hypnotically. This close, I could smell the faint musk that had built up from a long day working in a stuffy shop, and it made my mouth water. And my eyes were still drawn to the lines running down the top of his shaft.
"Did that hurt?" I asked, pointing at them. He moved his cock inch by inch closer to my mouth as he answered, slowly shoving it inside.
"A bit, I have to admit. I'm pretty good at giving painless tattoos, and I've got a pretty high pain tolerance myself, but those tattoos were a bitch to give. Still, they serve a good purpose. I took the pain so you don't have to." He paused, his cock about halfway in my mouth. "Pulling in bitches like you!" he said with a wink, before quickly shoving the rest of his thick meat into me. I gagged and he backed out, saying under his breath, "don't worry, we'll get that fixed."
He walked around me again, and I felt him spread apart my legs from behind. Expecting a tongue or finger back there, I was surprised to hear a ripping sound, a smacking sound, and then feel a piece of trash thrown onto my back. A moment later, Pierce was teasing the head of his wrapped dick at my hole. I had never been fucked this quick right off the bat and was about to protest when he started sliding in.
There must have been some kinda lube on the condom, even though I didn't feel anything slick or slimy. But his cock glided in like a sword into a scabbard, as if he were perfectly made for my hole. Or, more likely, like my hole had been finely crafted for his cock. When he bottomed out, my back arched and shoulders scrunched in pleasure. He was hitting a part of me I didn't know existed, and I was living for it.
He started out with long, deep thrusts, his hands next to my ribs, bracing his weight on the table. He was surprisingly patient, considering he had just skipped straight to fucking, and was giving me untold of pleasure.
"Mm that's right Dale, you opened right up for me, didn't you? You've become such a good bottom bitch." When he said bitch, he gave a sharper thrust, the head of his cock rubbing my prostate. "Oh, you like being called bitch? That's a good thing, Dale, because that's what you are. Your boyfriend is renting you out to me to get a discount on one of his own tattoos. Hell, you're even paying for your own tattoo with your ass. Sounds like you're a bitch to me."
His stream of dirty talk was really turning me on, making the sex feel more dirty and taboo. Didn't help that he was also sweating pretty hard now, his musk filling the room and enveloping my mind in a soft cloud. Damn, I really was his bitch right now. I'd do pretty much anything he'd ask.
His thrusts started speeding up, though they stayed just as deep. "I can't believe Edward and I have been the only two men inside this hole. It's so loose, I wouldn't be surprised if you got fucked by a college football team yesterday. You may be a bitch, but you're no slut. Yet." He growled in my ear, and I let out an involuntary whimper. I had spent pretty much this whole time just taking it, my eyes half closed, my dick pressed almost painfully against the padded table, occasionally arching my hips back to take him deeper, but almost completely relying on his powerful thrusts to bring us both pleasure.
"It's up to Edward if he wants to make you into a slut, but I think he'd rather have you all to himself. Still," he traced parts of my back as he talked, "a tattoo here, some ink here, a little mark here, I could turn you into the most cum hungry bottom boy this side of town. I know guys who would pay good money to turn this ass inside out. And you'd be able to take the biggest cocks too, ones that would leave you loose and gaping and ready for more..."
He slowed down again, his long shaft dragging along my prostate, my ass lips tortuously rubbed by his cock. "You're lucky you belong to Edward, you know. If you belonged to me, I'd turn you into a bitch you'd barely even recognize." I hardly heard what Pierce was saying, so overcome by the feelings rippling from my hole, from the deep stretched feeling, and from the smell of man permeating the room.
As Pierce started speeding up his thrusts again, his tirade of bitch talk slowed down. He was more focused on truly pounding my hole into a sloppy mess than letting me know it. I zoned out again, totally being carried away by the rhythmic thrusts into my body. He filled me up so nicely, and the pang of longing when he pulled out was quickly overcome by the warmth of fullness when he pushed in. His unyielding anal assault was leaving my cock dripping precum onto the leather of the bench, but I was not yet at the point where I needed to cum. I was at balance, enjoying the feeling of getting fucked.
I was shaken from my stupor by a spongy cock head knocking against my lips. Confused for a second as to how Pierce was both in front of me and treating my ass like royalty, I glanced up to see Edward grinning down at me. "Open up, bitch," he said, angling his cock into my mouth. A second later, I was being spitroasted by my boyfriend and our tattoo artist. With Pierce loosening up my back end, I found I could take Edward better, but was still having difficulty taking that last inch.
"I can fix that," Pierce said as he saw me gag again. For the first time, Pierce pulled all the way out, my ass crying in loneliness. He dragged me off the table, my cock leaving a trail of precum, and spun me 90 º, so I was now laying across the table, my stomach resting on the elevated surface, my feet planted on the floor, like doggy style. Edward moved around in front of me again and I popped his head in my mouth.
"Are you really going to do that as he sucks me?" Edward asked Pierce.
"Pull out, if you're scared. But I'm going to fuck him as I do it." I was too much in a dick haze to wonder what they were talking about, not that it mattered, since I was going to find out soon enough. I heard the buzzing of the tattoo machine starting up, and then felt two things prick me at once. One was Pierce's cock, fitting back snugly into my chute. The other was a tattoo needle, pinching my shoulder.
I gasped out, in both pain and pleasure, unable to decide which was stronger. One second I would decide on pain, and cringe and grind my teeth, the next second I would decide on pleasure, and curl my toes and roll my eyes back into my head. Eventually it reached a middle ground or pure torture, like being on the edge of orgasm. At this moment, my cock would have exploded if so much as a feather touched it, but it was suspended untouched beneath the table.
My mind was in a stupor, my mouth gaping open like a trout. Edward used this moment to reinsert his cock into my mouth. He would try going deeper, and I would gag, but much less than before. I must have really believed that this tattoo was removing my gag reflex. Either that, or the total overload of sensation was drowning out the signals from the back of my throat. Either way, by the time Pierce put his gun down, Edward was treating my mouth the same way he normally treated my ass. It was a hole made to be fucked now.
Both men picked up their pace as they drove themselves to climax. I felt totally opened up, truly like a hole made to be fucked on either end by men who deserved it. Edward's stronger pounding woke me up a little, and my eyes focused on the new tattoo on his hip, the tattoo that landed me here. I quietly thanked it for opening up a new purpose in my life. His tattoo was so similar to mine, but of a jumping dolphin instead of a butterfly, and just a little bit lower than mine too. So similar, yet so different.
"Mm, gonna wreck this bitch's ass." Pierce was shit talking again. "Gonna make it so loose it's gonna ruin him for you." He was taunting Edward. "You'll barely feel a thing next time you fuck him."
"You think you can ruin this bitch?" Edward responded. "He's taken harder poundings then anything you can dish out." I silently begged Edward to stop provoking Pierce, who was taking it out on my ass.
"I'm rearranging his guts to fit my cock, just like how I rearranged his mind," Pierce growled.
"His guts and mind belong to me, Pierce. He's absorbed more of my DNA into his body than most straight men give their wives when they're trying to knock her up."
"Good thing I'm using a condom then, cuz the load I'd give him really would knock him up. I'm just that much more of a man than you."
"Oh yeah Pierce? We'll see who the bigger man is: whoever busts last."
"I've been fucking him for hours, Eddie. But you know what, I'll take you on."
Throughout all this, both of them were increasing their thrusts into me. I felt like my body was jelly and my mind was clay; I was putty in both men's hands. But hearing Edward defending me earned a flash of love-fueled clarity through me: I had to make Edward win.
Both of them were fucking me powerfully, almost bending me in half, so it's not like I could thrust back onto Pierce's cock. But what I could do was clench. My hole, strengthened as it had been by months of getting pounded by Edward, valiantly constricted itself on Pierce's cock, but it wasn't enough. It was tired, I was tired, as fun as this fuck had been I just wanted to cum.
That was it! Despite my arms basically lacking all feeling at this point, I reached one under the table. I paused. I knew that if my orgasm couldn't kick Pierce over the edge, they would both continue to fuck me after my orgasm, whether I liked it or not, and I would be too wiped to say or do anything. Still, I had to do it for Edward.
All it took was a touch, and I was shooting across the room. I later learned that I had sprayed all over Edward's legs and feet, and plenty got on the concrete floor and struts under the bench. In the moment though, I was unaware of all of that. My mind was pure, white ecstasy, unable to comprehend anything except the fire coursing through my veins.
My body was only being held up by the two men and the table as they both continued their thrusts into my orgasming form. As I came down from the exhausting hormonal high, I could feel one of them slowing down. It was Pierce. Edward had won.
He groaned, his cock pulsating in my ass for much longer than seemed natural. When he was finished, he pulled his softening cock out slowly, before tossing the heavy, used condom onto my back. He collapsed into a chair behind him.
"That was... wow," he said. The animalistic animosity was gone from his voice. "Edward, you have an amazing bitch. An amazing boyfriend."
"Thanks," Edward grunted. "And now, I have his reward." He started unloading deep in my throat, pumping those first few blasts straight into my stomach. I would've been fine with him putting it all there, since I had just came myself and the taste of cum is something best handled when you're still horny, but he insisted on pulling out so the last few splashed bathed my tongue.
Surprisingly, it wasn't terrible. Actually... it was pretty good. I smacked my lips, milking the last few drops from the tip of his cock before collapsing onto the floor, exhausted. Edward came around and knelt next to me, and arm over my shoulder.
"Enjoy the taste?" he asked. I nodded dumbly. "That was my gift to you. Pierce said he found a way to keep toxins out of cum, if he hit the right pressure point. It actually makes it less potent, but I wasn't really serious about knocking you up." He winked. "But it tasted pretty good, right?" In answer, I pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, so he could taste the remnants on my breath.
"Tastes like both of us," he said. "Tastes perfect."
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