Fact or Fiction Pt 4

Author: sheerturbo
Title: Fact or Fiction Pt 4
Date: 28 July 2018

Fact or Fiction – pt 4
Any similarity between the characters in this story and any actual
person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. (apologies for the delay in posting this chapter)


Having met Dave previously at the flat, he invited me over to his studio. Not being afraid to be seen out in public now I went over to his studio. Once there I was able to see the variety and skill of his work. In one of the display cabinets was a wide selection of piercing jewellery. Looking in one of the folders showing photographs of body piercing, I could see that there didn’t appear to be any part of the body that couldn’t be pierced or inked.



Dave then showed me his tattooing equipment explaining how it worked, showing me how the ink was transferred into the skin. He handed me a dummy and got me to do a simple design. He was pleased with the result saying “you seem to have a knack for this”. I just grinned.


Dave invited me to spend some time in the studio and said he would teach me how to pierce and tattoo. My grin got bigger and I accepted eagerly. So it was I started spending three days a week with Dave after I had done the chores at the flat; remembering that I had to be home in time to prepare the evening meal and any clothing that Trev might want that evening.


Trev didn’t know where I was spending my free time during the day. He didn’t care what I did as long as the chores were done and things were prepared for him when he got home. I was left very much to my own devices.


Dave had me practising more intricate designs in order to develop my skills and expand the range of work I could do. He also had some rubber versions of body parts so that I could practice body piercing. Giving me a model of a male groin he said “you have a free hand, ink and pierce as you think fit”.

Holding the groin I wondered idly who the model was; what the rest of the body that went with this groin was like. I turned the piece in my hands looking at it from all angles, getting an idea of an overall design for the ink which would then be complimented by the metal.

I set to work on the ink; drawing a tribal design from above the shaft and extending it down the shaft; onto the head. I took the design above the shaft and out to the sides by the upper thigh. Stopping for a breather I stood back to get a better view of the work. Dave poked his head round the door asking if I wanted a coffee. I replied in the affirmative but quickly stood in front of the model. I did not want Dave to see the completed piece. I found a piece of cloth and draped it over the work.

Dave came back with two mugs of coffee. He lit up a spliff and offered it to me, I took a long drag, drawing the pungent smoke into my lungs, holding it for as long as I could. Then expelling it in a long cloud of smoke. The vapour moving into my brain gave me a distorted view of things but enhanced my thoughts on what I was going to do next to the model.

Dave left me alone and I completed the ink work leaving the design in such a way that it could be continued up and above the groin. I then looked at the piercing tools and supplies, picked some barbell’s and pierced the underside of the shaft. I then pierced the top of the shaft so the barbells lined up with those on the underside. I relit the spliff and took another long drag, again the vapour giving me more distorted ideas. I then pierced on both sides of the shaft with the barbells fitting in between those on the top and bottom. They looked good together and should give a good ribbed feeling to anyone who had this done to them for real and used it on a fellow male.

I turned next to the model cock head, and started with a traditional PA, then a reverse PA. They looked good. Should I do an ampallang and apradavya or something different? Looking at the selection of jewellery I decided on rings as well, so the head would have 4 rings through it. I finished the spliff and felt good, I covered up the model and waited for Dave to return.


Dave came back with two mugs of coffee, and two spliffs, we lit up and puffed away then I went and pulled the cloth off the model. Dave gasped and went over to it. He said “ This is hot where did you get the idea from?” I replied “ Don’t really know just thought it would look good on someone. The weed may have helped.” Dave said “ Can I try this on someone, although I know its your idea?” “Sure” I said “ be my guest at least my design will be done on someone.”.


Feeling pleased with my efforts I went home and got things ready for dinner and Trevs return.
His text was quite short and he only wanted some basic pieces of rubber; his tri-suit, hood and some gloves. We weren’t going out tonight so perhaps he wanted a quiet evening in.

We had a light dinner and Trev went off to get changed, returning later in the rubber I had prepared for him. He then brought a large bag in and said “ the contents you can bring in when I yell”. I didn’t look in the bag. He went into the playroom and a few minutes later I heard him yell. Picking up the bag I went in to find him shackled to the St Andrews Cross except that his right hand was free.

I secured his free hand and as I was getting the ball gag ready he just said “ when I’m secured use the contents of the bag on me” I nodded and placed the gag on him securing it at the back with an extra tug on the strap which caused Trev to wince a little.

Opening the bag I found a pair of Lonsdale boxing gloves. I have never been into boxing in any way but slowly putting on the left glove found it to be a very comforting fit. Using my mouth and free hand I was able to tighten the laces till I thought that they wouldn’t come undone. The right glove was more difficult to put on with the limited grip I had with the left hand. I wiggled my hand in and the glove was on. Again using my mouth and what grip I had with the left hand I tied off the laces. With both gloves on my hands felt quite heavy, but I had limited movement with my fingers and thumbs.

I did a poor imitation of Mohammed Ali, my arms dropped loosely at my sides while I danced in front of Trev. His eyes widened as he looked at me; without warning I punched him in the stomach, not very hard but enough for him to know he had been punched. He closed his eyes and there was a grunt from his gagged mouth.

I then sparred with him even though he couldn’t respond except by grunting. I gave him double punches to his gut and upper body and a couple of playful taps to his face. He tried to move his head but I caught him out. I’m sure he felt the muted power behind my fists.

I had him where I wanted him, secured, a receiver of my energy and unable to fight back. I continued for some time, varying where I hit him but careful not to spill any blood. In my mind I reflected on what he had done to me, all without any discussion or permission from me. This was going to be a part of my payback.

I stopped so I could get my breath back, this was proving to be a good workout both physically and mentally. Looking at Trev I could see he had a glazed but contented look in his eyes. He was breathing rapidly and heavily. I left him so he could get his breath back and went to get him some water. When I returned his breathing had slowed and he accepted the water, I’m sure he was smiling inwardly at his treatment.

I released Trev’s right hand and left him to get off the cross. I went back into the lounge and had a glass of wine. I heard Trev go into the bathroom and the shower come on. I just lay back feeling good.

Trev came back, he was naked and although he appeared to be relaxed he had a slightly drawn look on his face. His cock was telling a different story being out at full stretch from his body looking like a guy on a mission.



I got him a glass of wine, he took a large gulp then sank down onto the sofa next to me. Putting his glass down he turned my head and kissed me hard and full on the mouth, our tongues intertwining as we swapped mouth fluids. Coming up for air he just whispered “ Thank you, that was a great surprise”. I said “ Did I hurt you?” he replied “ only a little bit but I can cope with that” With that he finished his wine and took my hand and led me to the bedroom. We got into bed and hugged each other with Trev occasionally wincing from the pain. He turned over to his less painful side and I spooned up to him and we fell asleep.

The next morning I woke first and went off to prepare some breakfast and coffee. Trev was still asleep but was restless and kept turning to get a more comfortable position. I returned with two cups of coffee. Trev woke to the smell of the coffee, he turned and there was a small grin on his face. I just said “morning” and he grunted a “morning”.

“How are you feeling today?”, Trev replied “ quite painful, will you phone the office and tell them I won’t be in?” I said “ Sure, no probs.” I left him and returned with a couple of tablets saying “ take these they’ll help with the pain” He gratefully accepted them, finished his coffee then turned over and fell asleep.



Part 5 to follow and may possibly be the last