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Master's Tattoo Part 2

by MudrunnerNC

I looked down and suddenly realized I had a pen in my hand and I was signing the lease for the apartment upstairs. It looked to be a fair price…less that what I paid for my share with….with…Katie my uh friend. I called back to work and said that I must have had something bad for lunch and I would need today and tomorrow off.

I was at my old apartment is less than 20 minutes, through the door and packed in 10, leaving everything but my clothes behind. The note I left on the table told my girlfriend Katie that I had some things to think about and needed some time away. I dropped my cell on the way out the door, knowing I would get a new one later. It felt liberating. I was making a clean break from the past. Now I would have this new apartment in the city living under the same roof as Damien. A place to hang, have great parties, and invites some teammates over. I’d always been the conservative member of the team. I was feeling more alive by the minute and I owed this new sense of freedom and adventure to Damien.

I arrived back at my new place above the shop and was amazed by all of the furnishings. All I really needed were my clothes…everything else had been taken care of. A new computer with one of those larger than life screens was in the corner of the living room. I went to check it out…a kid in a candy store. I clicked the “e” and up popped Damien’s website. There was no comparison between my old system and the new. The pictures almost looked life sized and the detail was amazing. It was like seeing the site for the first time. The pictures started out pretty vanilla –Egyptian hieroglyphics and masks. Then it started to get a little darker with tribal swirls of demons and dragons and other spirits. The solid black lines, their power almost calling out. Why are my parents against these amazing works of art?

I clicked on a new gallery link and was met by 20 pictures that continued to shift. These photo’s started with arms and legs and backs, then slowly added in full body poses. I did not register the change in the pictures when they changed to men posing, holding the sides of their jeans, chests fully exposed. They started to move in a scattered series, flexing, laying on a rock, pulling their jeans down, exposing their armpits, full naked back shot. My interest peaked when I saw pics of Damien going in the same series. I found myself searching out his next picture.

Damien was pleased that his plan was working faster than he had expected. His research had paid off. He had identified the lone wolf, far enough away from family, now single and two months before the college session would begin again. His computer gleamed with multiple angles of my apartment. Preparing the next batch of photos that would appear in the slideshow. The fact that I had not backed off or turned away from the photos showed that his conditioning was taking effect. Being a risk taker he decided to add more frontal pics, while my attention was glancing over to find his pictures. Perhaps I wouldn’t notice the change.

A smiling picture of a well muscled guy, tattoos covering both shoulders and biceps (his right showing a guy being surrounded by fire looking on as if nothing was happening, his right a dark creature ready to pounce on a confused man). His fingers were hooking into the sides of his underwear, slowly bringing them down. The next photo showed his right arm rose behind his head, body flexing and massive erect cock released and the underwear band pushing the balls out. The next photo showed this stud laying down on a rock stroking his cock.

The series played on changing from one model to another with barely a flicker of attention from my search to find pictures of Damien. Damien clicked on the next batch and loaded them into the queue. Was he going to get his reward tonight; would he be able to claim me?

The next round intensified, pictures of men standing very close to each other. A picture of this shaved muscle dude with another hunk barely fitting the head of his cock in his mouth. Another with three guys – showing a guy riding his friend while kissing the other. I felt my cock twitch at first and heat building inside my body before realization hit. I jumped up from the computer…had I just looked at pictures of guys getting it on. My mind was swimming. Maybe I was just tired. There’s no way Damien would have that shit on his site. If he was gay I would know it…right. I definitely wouldn’t be moving in to his place if he was.

Damien was quick seeing that he had pushed things too far quickly changed the pictures back to more plain photos. Sure there were a few guys hanging out together, but nothing that would cause alarm. Just buds hanging out showing off the amazing works of art on their bodies.

I slowly crept up to the screen preparing myself for the worst. I inched closer and looked quick seeing the more tame pics. I almost jumped out of my skin at the loud knock at my door. Part of me was relieved that it was all in my head…part of me was horny and needing some action. Damien came by to invite me to a bar not to far from the house. The bar scene usually isn’t my thing….I like to chill with a few friends…but all the people and noise. I almost said no but I didn’t want Damien to be upset with me so I consented.

An alarm should have gone off inside my head when we walked into the place. There were guys, big muscle guys, athletic, some bearded and hairy. Damien looked me in the eyes. I could not turn away. “You trust me right? Trust me. This place is great. The guys are real men. Drink. Play pool. Relax. .. Relax.” He handed me a beer. “Drink and relax. We’re going to live it up tonight.”

I lost count after 10, by far the most I had to drink in a long time. Had I been able to focus I would have notice the scene playing out near the dark corners of the bar. One guy was on his knees , tight cropped hair and beard of the same length, lips wrapped gently around this muscular dudes cock that was out the front of his leather chaps. His hand held the base of this dudes cock, brushing up against his balls and he was sucking almost like that was his drink His eyes were closed and a blissful expression held on his face.

Just down from where we sat, two dudes in leather biker caps, full body harnesses and one with leather glovers were roughly kissing. The aggressive dude had an eagle, globe and anchor tattoo and thin beard. He was holding the other guy with his hand controlling the back of his neck and thumb controlling his mouth.

Had I registered this I would have run out the door, scare shitless back to my car and make the drive home. But right now there was only Damien. We were just chillin. He was a friend. He would protect me. I looked up to him. I wanted to be like him.

At 2AM we started to make our way back to the apartment. He told me he had a few thing he wanted to get done in the shop. Needing him for support, knowing that I probably wouldn’t make it upstairs on my own, I told him I would wait. He sat me down in one of his leather chairs dentist style chair. I watched for a while as he did his work straightening things up. I reached over and started to thumb through another portfolio he had laying around. I did not hear him approach but I looked up, our eyes locking. “You would look so great in one of my tats.” Damien did not want to press me too far. He was going to get a little win tonight…and he would build on it from there.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. I could see the crooked smile stretch across his face. I could not pull my attention away from him. I could feel the heat rising in my body again. I was too drunk for my mind to act rationally. After all, there was no reason to be nervous around Damien. I could trust him.

“Why don’t you let me put a little mark on your bicep? It will look like a freckle. No one would be any wiser.” His eyes smoldering now.

“One freckle? That’s all? Just to see what it feels like.” He nodded his head. “It’s a deal,” he said, holding his gloved hand to me.

I felt the pain as it the needles penetrated my skin. Just a freckle. I registered the pain but also felt like someone had injected me with some kind of drug as well. A feeling of euphoria washed over me. My eyes locked on Damien’s.

His eyes were on fire. “I’m inside you now.”

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