“Just a little decoration,” the black-haired woman said with a smile. She held out her hand, and Celeste plopped his dick into her palm. There was a curved silver bar sticking out of the skin where his shaft met his balls, glistening bright silver in the firelight. The skin around the piercing was red and just a little swollen, and Justin cringed at the sight of it. Megan laughed as he turned away. “It’s a little crude, yeah, but what do you expect? We’re not professionals.”
“It looks good for what it is,” Celeste added, grinning at her boyfriend. “Don’t worry – we’ll have plenty of chances to get it right.”
“What do you mean?” Justin begged, his stomach turning over nervously.
“Well, we brought more than one piece of jewelry,” Celeste answered, “and we’ve been looking up the different kinds of piercings men can get there.”
“We figured we’d decorate you before we play with you,” Megan added with a smile. Celeste nodded, taking Justin’s dick back from Megan and handing the piercing needle to Megan, who cleaned it off with a damp white cloth before aiming it at the underside of his tip. He stared in alarm, but his limbs were bound to his chair, leaving him helpless as the girls took turns piercing him.
The next one was his frenulum. He couldn’t watch, but he had no choice in the feeling of it. There was a split second of nothing but a sharp prick on one side of his frenulum, before a white-hot sting and a crushing pressure that radiated through his tip and his shaft as the needle pushed through. He screamed again, and it terrified him to know that nobody would hear him. He screwed his eyes shut tight against the agony, his face feeling hot and his head spinning. There was a still, tense moment where they giggled like young schoolgirls as they screwed the new piercing in place – the only sound he could hear over the ringing in his ears – then the worst of the pain was over, and he was left with a searing ache in the most sensitive nerve within his poor cock.
Through the ringing, he heard them taunting him devilishly.
“Look, he’s so red!”
“Aww, he looks like he’s gonna cry!”
“I think he can handle another one, yeah?”
“No!” Tears welling in his eyes, Justin suddenly opened his eyes wide to plead with the girls. “Please, no, two is enough -”
“Toys don’t decide what’s enough,” Megan suddenly said firmly.
“That’s right,” Celeste drawled, sauntering over and straddling him. He shivered as she ran her hands gently through his hair, feeling like she was caressing his very mind, her honey-flavored lips just inches away from his own. “You do want to be a good toy, don’t you, baby?”
Fuck, she was captivating. Every single word was pure enchantment, like drinking a love potion straight from her tongue. There was some rational part of him left that said he should be disgusted, he should feel violated, he should be trying to break free and call for help. But it felt so damn good to submit to these girls, so fucking freeing – and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the pain. It was sheer agony, but it was exhilarating, and he craved more.
“Are we gonna be a good boy and take it?” Celeste breathed, so close to his face that he was desperate to kiss her. He couldn’t speak – be it due to the pain, or his boiling arousal – instead nodding softly, his eyes hooded and his heart pounding. His cock was fully erect now, throbbing against the new piercings, and he loved and hated how foreign each piece of metal felt.
With a satisfied sigh, Celeste took Justin’s dick gently from Megan, then the needle. Suddenly he was very curious to watch, though every cell within his body was screaming for him to look away, as if it would hurt less if he couldn’t see it. He forced himself to stay glued to the scene before him – Celeste in his lap, his cock right between them with a needle aimed at his tip. His body shook all over, anticipating the torment that he knew was to come. Anything for their pleasure, he told himself, anything for their entertainment. The world slowed as she brought the needle closer to the head of his cock, and time froze for a moment as the tip of the needle barely touched his urethra.
Then his girlfriend pushed the needle in, and his body jerked as he screamed out in agony. White spots were flashing behind his eyes again, and he suddenly felt his stomach shifting like he was going to throw up, but he kept his eyes trained on his own cock. Celeste pushed just a little too slowly through his flesh, drawing out the pain as best as she could while her best friend laughed at the sight of Justin’s suffering. He did his best to breathe through the worst of it, each gasp coming quick and short in his heaving chest as he watched the needle enter his hole and return just above his new frenulum piercing. His hair was slick to his forehead with sweat, and he was sure he was about to have a heart attack, but his cock had never been harder as he watched Celeste take a silver ring from Megan to embed in his tip.
“A Prince Albert,” Megan said with a smile. “We just have one more to give you, okay? This one might tickle a little.” Celeste handed her his dick, and this time, he wasn’t sure whether he should watch or not. He wanted to, but he was disgusted with himself for it, and considering the way Megan was holding the needle straight over the middle of his cock, he didn’t think he could stomach to watch. He turned away at the last moment, just as the needle pierced his skin.
Moments like this made him rue the day he’d ever asked Trina to give him feeling back in his severed dick. He’d much rather it be completely detached from him right now, with no magical connection allowing him to be aware of what was going on. He was sure he could feel each cell splitting from its partner as the needle was forced gently through the middle of his shaft, in through the top of it and out through the underside between his frenulum and the lorum piercing that had woken him up. His throat ached as he screamed through the deadly agony, his eyes shut tight and his teeth bared in a tortured snarl. Every movement of the needle, however microscopic, was abrasive and sharp, like barbed wire strung right through the middle of the throbbing erection.
Justin made a mistake in opening his eyes to look – for a moment, he sat breathing through gritted teeth, his eyes blurred with reeling pain. The girls were laughing and cheering together over his pierced cock, their soft, pale hands streaming with something dark and red…
His cock was bleeding.
The final piercing – a “deep shaft” piercing, he would learn later on – had been the final straw for his poor dick, and his raging erection didn’t help the blood loss. The girls seemed oddly excited over this, and his reaction to the piercing. Justin’s mind finally cleared just enough for him to truly register what was happening. The blood trickling from his shaft and inching its way down the girls’ hands, dripping into small pools on the floor between them. The way his cock was still throbbing, now leaking sticky, clear precum all over the Prince Albert. The electrifying pain stabbing its way through his whole pelvis, the grainy tingling now itching the spot where his dick should be attached to his body…
Suddenly his vision blurred again before turning black, and his head lolled forward as he passed out.
—————
The next two weeks were packed with similar torment.
Justin had known the girls were going to hurt him over their winter break. They were both sadists, devilishly excited by his pain. But he hadn’t known it would be this intense, and he hadn’t known he would like it so much.
For the next ten or so days, Justin was left completely naked, and was abused and used however the girls saw fit. They were barely allowing his piercings from the first day of their vacation to heal, tossing his dick around like a dildo and occasionally hitting or flicking or pinching his tortured shaft and aching balls. He spent his days eating their pussies whenever they demanded, sometimes even cleaning them up after they masturbated or pissed, and he slept at the foot of the bed like a dog while the girls shared the bed. Some days, they let him watch while they played with each other, delighting in the fact that he couldn’t jerk off to the sight of them. Some days, they would kiss and lick at his cock, their tongues working around the piercings with ease and skill, making him squirm like a needy slut. They made it a point to walk around the cottage completely nude, save for when they went out to collect firewood to keep the lovely warm fireplace burning. Their constant nudity, and the little sapphic shows they put on for him, the effortless teasing that crippled him so easily, and even the occasional degrading comment they tossed his way were all so overwhelming. He loved it – giving up his place as a real human, in favor of servicing these beautiful women whenever they chose, was absolutely euphoric.
For roughly two weeks, he was kept as a pet, and tortured and abused until his cock leaked precum everywhere.
Then everything came to a head on the morning of their last day at the cabin.
The girls rarely let him sleep or wake up on his own terms, often forcing him into wakefulness by tugging on his new piercings or squeezing his balls hard. This morning was just the same – he startled awake from a dream about eating Celeste out, his shocked inhale stabbing the back of his throat and rattling his lungs. Megan had tugged on the Prince Albert to wake him up, and as he looked up at her, he saw her bundled up in several layers of fluffy jackets. He was rather confused – the girls never woke him up to collect firewood, and that was the only time they ever got dressed, so why was she waking him up now? Never question the mistresses, he reminded himself, something he had learned many days ago after a particularly harsh squeeze.
“Morning, sunshine,” Megan teased, grinning. “Ready for a little playtime? I think you’re gonna like our plans for you today.”
As she spoke, Justin felt Celeste handling his dick in the other room. There was a moment of silence broken only by the sound of the front door opening, in which Justin let himself be both fearful and excited for their plans; then suddenly, he yelped in pain and shock as he felt something feathery and cold against his bare cock. The chill bit deep into the metal spiked through his flesh, shaking him to the bone, and he scrambled up from the floor to hurry into the living room with Megan laughing after him.
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