Joes Tattoo Part 8

Author: SkinJameser
Title: Joe's Tattoo Part 8
Date: 15 March 2009

Hi. Well, here's the last chapter, for now as least! Thanks again for all the great comments, I've enjoyed reading them. Joe'll be making a reappearance pretty soon I'm sure. :-)

Chapter 8

After the first week or so healing, Joe’s silent thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of someone in the room. Blinded as he was, he thought it must be One Nut, however when his gag wasn’t removed as was usual prior to his feeding, he began to panic. Exposed and vulnerable as he was on the rack, he couldn’t defend himself against anyone.

He felt fingers suddenly grab the septum ring dangling from his nose, and squirmed as he felt it being jiggled, then removed. It felt strange, being released from the constant weight there. He jumped when he felt something probing the hole from his right nostril, then screamed into the gag when he felt a needle being forced through the gap. It must have been much wider than the needle used previously, as the healed piercing screeched in agony as the hole was stretched. A quick fumbling, and Joe felt a ring being pushed in place. It was definitely much bigger than before, as it thumped his top lip when it had been released.

The process was repeated for all his piercings. When the person, presumably the Doctor, left without saying a word, Joe could do nothing but gasp at the all-too familiar throbbing. Apparently he didn’t look enough of a freak show with his body art for his captors; they wanted him pierced with massive rings too, judging by the weight hanging from the various parts of his body. The weight of his new PA was such that he didn’t think he could ever get a boner again.

One Nut must’ve been primed for Joe’s ‘re-ringing’, as the next time he came in to service him he also tended to the new piercings. Joe wondered if his tormentors would ever be finished modifying him. Though as the days progressed and the pain from his piercings faded thanks to One Nut’s care, he had to admit that the weight dangling from his nipples and dick weren’t all bad. He caught himself shaking his body a few times to make them sway. Was he turning into what they wanted? He stopped himself after that, but secretly admitted to himself that he did enjoy the constant pressure on his most sensitive areas.

After another week or so hanging on the rack, under One Nut’s tending, Joe felt his body returning to normal. The swelling and pain had faded, and apart from the tiredness in his muscles from being secured so long to the rack, he felt better than he had in weeks. He was still freaked out at being blind, there was no way he could ever get used to that, but at least his body felt functional again.

He was both desperate and fearful to see what he had been turned into by Peter’s work. And he felt horny. The last time he had been given sexual relief had been at the control of a computer, and that had been savage and cruel. When he slept he had vivid dreams of shagging women, past conquests and those that he had wanted to bed. After those dreams he’d wake with a start, disorientated, pre-cum leaking from his cock. Frustrated as he was, Joe was relieved that his dick still worked at least, despite the massive ring rammed through it.

One morning, after One Nut had finished his work on him, Joe felt the presence of someone, or some people, in the room. He tried moving his head, straining to ‘see’ with his ears who it might be. Surely he wasn’t going to receive new rings again so soon?

“Okay boy,” said a stern voice. ‘Leather-clad’, Joe thought glumly to himself. As terrible as the last few weeks had been, at least he hadn’t been around.

“In a few moments the Boss is about to come in and inspect his property. That’s you, in case you still haven’t got that,” he carried on sternly. “You’d be well to remember who He is. Any trouble from you and you know where you’ll be going.”

Inwardly Joe sighed, but remained quiet. The waste recycling facility really did focus the mind.

After a few moments Joe heard several boots enter the room, and stop in front of him. He tried not to flinch as a gloved hand stroked every part of his exposed body, occasionally flicking his piercings.

“Magnificent!” It was the Boss’ voice. “You’ve excelled yourself Peter.”

“Thankyou Sir!” That was Peter. “It was your idea though, I just translated it into reality.”

“You do yourself a disservice,” the Boss replied, still running his hands over Joe. “Well Doctor, I think it’s about time it sees it’s new look.”

Joe’s heart started pounding. He was anxious to have his sight back, living in constant darkness had been terrifying. But he was also scared to see what these madmen had done to him. At the moment he was in ignorant bliss. Soon he would not have that luxury.

He heard a rustling as someone approached, and felt his eyelids being forced open, and drops being placed in them. He did his best to remain calm, blinking at the liquid.

Eventually the darkness seemed to get a little lighter; grey, faint shapes starting to resolve themselves in front of him. After a while the shapes become the figures of the Boss, Peter, Leather-clad and the Doctor, all looking straight at him. Joe’s restored eyes were extremely sensitive, and he had to screw them up to filter the light entering them, but he was incredibly relieved that they had survived seemingly intact.

Now that he could process images again, he tried to look down at what had become of his body. However the neck and forehead straps stopped him.

“I love this part, the first time they see what has been done to them,” Peter said with great anticipation.

The Boss nodded. “I agree, it’s why I insist that I am present each time,” he said. “Peter, I think the honour goes to you.”

Peter nodded, and wheeled a large mirror covered in a dark cloth in front of the boy. Smiling widely, he ruffled Joe’s mohawk.

“You ready for this lad?” he beamed, like a proud parent.

Joe tried to calm himself, wary of what he was about to see, acutely aware that the Boss was present and wouldn’t take kindly if he freaked out. He took deep breaths through his nose, and nodded as much as he could. He didn’t realise that his dick had swelled and had risen so high that it was almost touching his stomach.

With a theatrical tug, Peter removed the cloth from the mirror in one quick movement.

Joe stared at his reflection in mute, terrified amazement, his heart pounding in his chest.

If he hadn’t known that the mirror was showing him, he would never have guessed who the figure was, strapped to the futuristic rack.

Joe had gone for ever. What was staring back at him was unrecognisable.

His entire body had been covered with a massive, twisting, ferocious, muscular dragon.

It started on his right foot, a thin, green-scaled tail with red underbelly and yellow tail spines. It coiled four of five times up his leg, quickly getting thicker as it went. It crossed right over his groin, covering his dick and balls with its body, wrapping itself over the boy’s stomach and back, disappearing and returning from Joe’s view several times. It coiled tightly around his neck, disappeared over the back of his head, and where Joe’s face had once been was now where’s the Dragon’s fearsome, malicious face was. It’s jaws were open, showing fierce teeth and blowing vivid red and orange flames over the lower part of Joe’s face and chin. Joe’s face was completely obliterated by the Dragon’s. Joe’s own features were completely disguised, even his lips had been tattooed over, as well as his nose and eyelids, as he spotted when he blinked them one at a time.

On the few parts of the stunned boy’s body where the Dragon wasn’t present, coiled black smoke had been tattooed. There was not a spot of Joe’s skin that wasn’t covered by something.

Joe could do nothing but stare at the reflection before him. He barely noticed as Peter wheeled another mirror behind him, positioning it so Joe could see what had become of his back. Again it was completely covered by the Dragon, huge wings covered his upper back, and its thick neck covered the back of his bald scalp. Even his mohawk had been dyed to form part of the Dragon.

“So lad, you wanted a dragon, how’d I do?” smiled Peter.

Joe just looked at Peter with disbelief.

“Looks like it might take him a while to process,” Leather-clad noted sardonically.

“Indeed,” the Boss answered, staring intently into the boy’s eyes. “It’ll have plenty time to do so. Tonight it goes on display. There’s quite an interest with the customers about Peter’s latest work. Whilst it hasn’t even begun its training in earnest, there is still money to be made. Peter, it has completed it’s first round of anal training. I feel the honour of it’s maiden “voyage” should go to you, as reward for your work.”

Peter bowed his head towards the Boss. “Thankyou Sir,” he said appreciatively. “I have to admit, I did enjoy tattooing him!”

“Very well. See to whatever arrangements Peter requests,” the Boss said, turning to Leather-clad. “When you are done, Peter, have him prepared for tonight. Again, excellent work.” The Boss strode over to the still dumbstruck boy, staring deep in to his eyes again, before running his hands down his chest. He nodded crisply at Peter, and strode out of the room, the Doctor following respectfully behind.

“So, you luck sod, what’re you wanting?!” Leather-clad asked Peter.

Peter shook his head smiling. “I’ll be fine with just my rack, thanks,” he said.

Leather-clad nodded, returning his smile. “Well, have fun. I’m sure you will! Just be done in a couple hours.” Leather-clad strode out of the room, leaving Joe alone with Peter.

“So lad, I’ve been waiting a long time for this!” he said, standing in front of the bound boy.

Joe stared at Peter, trepidation breaking him from his daze.

Peter grasped Joe’s ribs, brushing them tenderly with his bare hands. Joe blushed, and saw in horror that his tattooed face didn’t show it. It seemed to him that the Dragon was now leering at the boy, whose body it had stolen.

Peter leant in, stretching his tongue out so that he could play with Joe’s right nipple ring, nudging it gently, letting it fall back down. He worked his way up to swallowing the boy’s entire nipple, taking the thick ring deep into his warm mouth, and caressing it expertly with his tongue. Joe moaned in pleasure, strange feelings radiating throughout him.

Peter became more bold, clenching the ring in his teeth, stretching the nipple until Joe gasped in pleasurable pain. After a while he moved on to Joe’s other nipple, all the time getting a little bolder, obviously getting himself worked up.

He stopped, and pulled off his tight polo shirt, revealing his tattooed chest. Joe couldn’t help but stare. Peter had a massive Japanese Henya mask covering his entire chest, the horns just touching his neck. He too had both nipples pierced, though they were smaller than Joe’s.

Peter strode over to the desk with the computer on it, picking up a single boot lace. Deftly he wound it several times around Joe’s hard dick, then separated his balls tightly, using the remaining length to bind his nut sac so that it was stretched down low. Again Joe moaned in pain and pleasure, his dick leaking.

Peter bent down on his knees, a little awkwardly due to his high Ranger boots, and started toying with the boy’s huge PA, licking the pre-cum off with relish. He used his expert tongue to guide Joe’s cock inside his mouth, his tongue curling around the thick ring, running up and down the shaft of the boy’s cock. Joe’s eyes closed, his hips starting to buck as much as the rack would allow. The lust was back, blanking out all other thoughts. Joe was enjoying this, he had never had a blow job like this before.

He nearly swallowed the ball gag when Peter started to deep-throat him, the length of his cock completely disappearing into Peter’s mouth. Peter alternated between sucking, and using his tongue to play with his PA.

This time Joe didn’t want to cum, not yet anyway. He wanted this to go on for ever. When Peter, still with Joe’s dick in his mouth, started playing with Joe’s nipple rings, he went wild, bucking in pleasure in his restraints, his mind on fire. Straining his muscles against the confines of the rack, he suddenly shot his load into Peter’s eager mouth, and slumped back contentedly, twitching occasionally.

When Peter had finished cleaning Joe’s dick with his tongue, he stood up, staring with longing into his eyes. Joe, still on an endorphin high, stared back at him, no malice in his gaze this time.

After a moment’s thought, Peter un-strapped Joe’s gag, and thrust his tongue deep into his mouth. Joe, still filled with lust, hesitated a moment, before reciprocating. A part of him reeled at this, disgusted, but Joe was so turned on he ignored those thoughts, trying to tell himself that it was a natural reaction to him being kept sexually frustrated for weeks.

With reluctance, Peter stopped kissing him, and replaced the gag tenderly. Striding to his PC he hit a couple of buttons, and Joe felt the rack suddenly move, so that he was now suspended horizontally again, staring straight down at the floor. Peter, pausing only to ruffle the boy’s mohawk again, disappeared behind him.

Joe knew what to expect, but still flinched when he felt Peter’s hand rub his ass. He then started to toy with Joe’s guiche, and the boy started moaning again. The moans took on a sense of urgency when he felt Peter’s finger probe his ring, then push deep inside him. He quickly added another finger, delicately pushing them both in, then slowly withdrawing.

Joe futilely tried craning his neck when he heard Peter pop the button of his combats, before unzipping the fly and letting them fall around his ankles. He heard a twang as he also dropped his npw-damp jock strap. Then came the sound of a condom packet being ripped open. Joe closed his eyes, guessing what was to happen.

With a grunt, he felt something bump against his ring. He tried to remain calm, there was nothing he could do to stop Peter, and if the Doc’s machine had taught him one thing, it was that tensing only hurt. He grunted again as he felt Peter’s hard cock push inside him, apparently the machine had done a great job stretching Joe’s ring. It still felt tight, but not as painful as when the dildo had done it.

Delicately, stroking Joe’s tattooed butt and back, Peter started slowly thrusting, pausing when inside, enjoying the tightness enveloping his dick. His face flushed red, and sweat formed over his naked chest and back as he increased the frequency and strength of his strokes. He held out for as long as he could, but eventually his face started prickling, and with a grunted “Fuck!” came inside Joe, the condom catching his spunk. Joe could hear Peter’s breathing start to slow, and after a little while the cock invading him was pulled slowly out. He was happy that it was over, but not as disgusted as he would have thought. He didn’t want to think about that.

When Peter went back to his PC, his combats had been done up, and his top put back on. He was still flushed though. Typing at the keyboard Joe was raised back to a vertical position.

“Thanks,” Peter said quietly. He picked a phone up, hit a button, and said “We’re ready.” to whoever was on the other end.

After a few minutes Leather-clad reappeared with the familiar wheelchair. Joe was finally released from the rack, and would’ve fallen onto the floor thanks to his useless muscles had Leather-clad not caught him, before strapping him tightly into the chair.

“We’ll see you in a bit,” Leather-clad said to Peter, as he wheeled Joe out of the room.

Quickly Leather-clad pushed Joe to the lift, and down another corridor when it had opened again. He was wheeled into a room, which turned out to be the one belonging to the Blacksmith.

The man turned from his forge when they entered, and whistled.

“Bloody hell!” he cried. “Peter really is fantastic,” The Blacksmith’s eyes roved hungrily all over Joe’s mod’d body.

“Yup,” replied Leather-clad. “We’re here for his new jewellery. It’s his debut tonight!”

The Blacksmith nodded. “I have it all here ready.” He strode over to a bench, returning with a thick collar. It was different from the one that Joe had received before though. This one was transparent. Looking closely, he noticed that there were golden tracks inside it, impossible to see from a distance.

“I’m pretty proud of these!” exclaimed the Blacksmith. “Heavier and stronger than steel, but completely see-through. It’d be a crime to hide any of those tattoos! And of course they have a little, uh, surprise or two!” he beamed.

‘Heavier?!’ thought Joe grimly to himself.

“They match his new piercings too, of course!” he continued. Joe suddenly realised that he hadn’t seen his piercings in the mirror, though Peter had demonstrated incredibly well that they were present.

“Do you need him out of the chair?” asked Leather-clad.

The Blacksmith shook his massive head. “Nah. These are the latest design, he’s the first to get them. They fuse together themselves. No need for bolts or welding. I just use this gizmo,” he waved a large, black box with a couple of buttons, “at the ends, and the material bonds together. Stronger than bolts or even welding, and the seam is completely invisible. The Boss designed it himself, means there’s not the slightest distortion where the ends meet.”

Leather examined the collar with interest. “Looks like you might be out of a job soon!” he said.

The Blacksmith laughed. “I’m not worried, only the ‘specials’ get these. Plenty work for my old-fashioned irons in this place!”

Leather-clad nodded, laughing. “True enough!”

The Blacksmith delicately put the collar on the floor, went back to the workbench and picked up a set of wrist and ankle cuffs. He placed a cuff on Joe’s left ankle, closed it, and waved the box in front of the open ends. The material rippled, flowing slightly, before solidifying again. The Blacksmith was right, there was not the slightest hint that the cuff had ever been split. Even the hinge had been hidden.

The process was repeated for the rest of Joe’s ‘jewellery’. Joe could feel the weight of it all, particularly on his neck. These were much heavier than his previous set.

“Just one more thing to add,” the Blacksmith commented. He removed Joe’s ball gag, replacing it with another. Joe was unsurprised to see that it too was transparent. The ball was as large as the previous one, but it, and the strap, would not distract from his tattoo.

“Great job!” Leather-clad stated when the Blacksmith had finished. He smiled, before Joe was pushed back to the lift.

This time Leather-clad pushed a button near the top of the panel, the lift slowly rising.

It deposited them into a short corridor this time. At one side was a large, double-width door that Leather-clad unlocked, before wheeling Joe into a huge, cavernous space. It was at least three times as tall as any other room he’d seen so far. It was dimly lit, the extent lost to darkness, but he could make out various strange shapes attached to the walls, and scattered around the floor. What looked like a drinks bar stretched along one wall, dimly lit by an illuminated table wrapped around it, with stools bolted to the floor.

Joe was quickly pushed over to a spot at the opposite end to the bar, and saw with dismay another of Peter’s racks, this time bolted about 30 feet in the air to the wall. Peter was there, sitting at a table typing at a laptop. He smiled when he saw Joe, walking over and tugging at his new collar.

“Nice,” was his only comment.

He went back to the laptop, typing a couple of commands. With a hiss, the rack moved from against the wall, and lowered to the ground. Leather-clad unbuckled Joe, and propelled him into the arms of the rack. Peter hit another few buttons, and Joe felt his cuffs suddenly pulled towards pads on the modified rack. He was firmly attached to it. He could feel a bar supporting his back. Peter came over to him, and pulled over another solid bar, moulded to shape of Joe’s upper chest, attaching it to the bar behind him. It too was made of the transparent material, and would be invisible to those looking.

Content that Joe was completely secured, Peter hit a couple buttons again, and Joe felt himself rising upwards, until he was left spread-eagled to the wall, about 20 feet up. The height unnerved him; he desperately wanted to hold on to something, but the rack held him firmly.

“Excellent, all set,” Leather-clad said from below. “Tell the Boss that his new artwork is ready for it’s debut.”

The End.

For Now! ;-)