Leather Skin Biker

For several months before I claimed my slave and brought him to Chicago, I’d discussed how much I wanted to pierce him. One of the first piercings I wanted to get for him was a Prince Albert. I got mine done in 2003, and like the look of it, and the functional aspects as well. Most boys say they like the feeling of steel deep inside them, and I’ve been more than happy to oblige them by putting it there. Early on in my slave’s tenure with me, during his first month in Chicago, I told him to get dressed because I wanted to go somewhere with him. He got dressed and we headed out into the cold, dark December night. It was only about 6:00 p.m., but it felt much later, as sunset was around 3:50 p.m. that close to the winter solstice.

I did pique my slave’s curiosity en route to my piercer’s shop. My slave queried me as to where I was taking him. I expected him to wonder, and I was purposely vague about our destination. The most I would say is “you’ll see.” I parked about two blocks from my piercer’s shop in Wicker Park. During the walk from the car to the shop, my slave asked again where I was taking him. I truly enjoyed the fact that he was curious, but had no idea where we were heading. In almost no time, we arrived at the piercer’s shop, which is housed inside a tattoo shop. My piercer greeted me, and I introduced him to my slave. I told him that I intended to get a Prince Albert for my “friend.” My piercing guy nodded, said “Cool,” and got out the required form.

Next I surveyed the options in the jewelry case. I discussed gauge with my piercer, and picked out a Prince Albert for my boy. My piercer wanted to see my boy’s dick to make sure the size would work. Then we went into the piercing room, and my piercer confirmed that the size I’d picked would be fine. I watched as my piercer got my slave prepped. I really liked the idea that I was going to be able to watch him stick a needle through the head of my slave’s cock. I anxiously awaited my slave’s reaction. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react, but I know he had been looking forward to getting a PA for months. For the actual piercing, I held my slave’s hand. The piercer put the piercing tube in place in my boy’s urethra, and began preparing my boy with the stardard deep breaths before sticking needle through flesh. He told my boy to breathe deep, let it out slowly once, then repeated it again, and on the third deep breath, he said “Hold it, and one, two, three,” and then stuck the needle through.

At that moment my slave let out a yell that carried throughout the tattoo shop. I squeezed his hand tight and my slave squeezed my hand back. Before I knew it, the piercer said “Exhale…and the jewelry is in.” My boy’s face was red, and I leaned in to ask him if he were okay. He said yes, and the piercer had him sit up. He asked him if he were okay, and my boy said “Yes.” He then asked the boy, “Do you want to take a look in the mirror?” With that my boy stood up and looked, as did I. I liked how the heavy steel ring looked hanging from my boy’s cock. Next my slave pulled up his jeans and carefully tucked everything into them. Then he said he thought he should sit down for a minute. He was feeling a bit lightheaded.

Within a few moments my boy was feeling better, and I helped him into his leather jacket. With that we were off. The cold December air felt good on my skin once we were outside. It was very warm in the shop, so I was happy to cool off. We reached the car in a matter of a few minutes, and I was concerned that we’d be stuck in the snow, because the snow was deep and the street sloped down toward the curb. Pulling out meant climbing a slight incline in the snow. Once I pulled away from the curb, my slave could get in the car. We’d driven about a block when my boy brought my attention to the large blood spot on his jeans. It was a good pair of jeans, so he was concerned about it staining. I told him we’d go right home and he could pre-treat the spot and throw the jeans in the washer right away.

My slave told me that the piercing hurt way more than he thought it would, but that he was really glad I’d gotten him pierced. It was something we had both wanted for some time. he also liked the way I’d surprised him with it. I told him that I had been really concerned about him when he screamed in pain, but that I also found it really hot. I also talked about how hot it would be to have my piercer come to the house to do the next piercing. So far, I haven’t gotten him out to do at-home piercing, but there could always be a first time.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, May 27th, 2008 at 12:57 pm and is filed under Dominance, Master/slave, Piercing, Power Imbalance, Submission.