at the bottles of tattoo ink and
disinfectant, boxes of disposable gloves, tools, and medical
supplies on the counter. Jeremy motioned to what looked like a
dentist’s chair.
“I’ll need to see your equipment before we
get started.” He pulled on a pair of purple vinyl gloves. So if you
don’t mind dropping trou, we’ll get on with the program.” Nathan
unbuckled his belt, opened his slacks, and pulled them down. He
looked away; face burning with humiliation as he slid down his
shorts. “I’ll need the key Bridget.” Nathan watched her hand Jeremy
the key from the corner of his eye. The same look of joy and the
same outward glee still radiated from her beautiful face. Jeremy
gently removed the plastic cage and pulled down on the retainer
ring that encircled his scrotum.
“Has this ring been painful, Nathan?” Nathan
shook his head. “Has it slipped off?” He silently shook his head,
still too ashamed to meet either one of their eyes. “Then we’ll use
a 1¾ inch ring with the Steelheart. You’ll notice a world of
difference in the comfort.”
“Do you wear one of these, Jeremy?” Bridget
asked.
“Heavens no,” he chuckled. “I keep my slave
Daniel in chastity. It keeps him in line and gets him to stay
focused on serving me.” Nathan watched Bridget’s cheeks bloom pink
and her nostrils flare.
“Just my thought. I hope it works as well for
me.”
“Oh. I’m sure it will. I need you to have a
seat and get comfortable, Nathan.” Jeremy helped him onto the
paper-covered chair. “Here’s the drill, Nathan. We don’t deaden the
area for PA piercing. Believe it or not, it’s about the least
painful piercing we do. What little pain you’ll feel is
instantaneous, and ends immediately.” He placed a plastic cassette
containing a needle, a metal tube encased in plastic, disinfectant
wipes, and a captive bead ring on the tray beside the chair. There
was something of Florence Nightingale in the big, ink-covered
tattoo artist, and it lessened Nathan’s fear, but not his immense
humiliation. Jeremy spoke in low, measured tones as he gently
rubbed disinfectant over the head of Nathan’s shriveled, flaccid
penis. Goose bumps covered his upper thighs as the alcohol
evaporate on is skin. Jeremy placed a dot on the underside of
Nathan’s penis, where the glans meets the shaft. “This okay?”
“Yes,” Bridget answered before Nathan could
speak.
“First I’m going to insert a small tube into
your urethra. It’s not at all painful. Then I’ll insert the needle
through the skin and into the tube. I’ll remove it and insert your
jewelry. It’s that simple. Ready to go?” Nathan nodded. He held his
breath and turned toward Bridget as she took his hand.
“I love you,” she whispered. A sharp, hot
pain shot through the head of Nathan’s penis.
“Bingo,” Jeremy said. “Now I’ll close the
ring and you’re good to go.” Nathan closed his eyes as Jeremy
closed a special set of pliers trapping the ball inside the ring.
“I need you to sit here and relax for twenty minutes. I’ll be back,
to go over the aftercare.” Jeremy stood and pushed the rolling
stool against the wall. “Can I get you both something to
drink?”
*****
Nathan didn’t go home in the Steelheart. It
was in Bridget’s purse, still in its case. Jeremy’s strictures
weren’t complicated. No sex for two weeks; wash the site twice a
day; call if there is any sign of infection; urine is sterile and
actually promotes healing. Nathan sat to urinate, the same as
he had with the plastic chastity device. The captive bead ring
widened the urine stream. It didn’t bleed after the first day, and
looked healed after three weeks.
Bridget left work early that Friday and met
him at the door when he got home. “Know what day it is?” He racked
his addled brain for the answer. “Your thirty day trial ends this
evening at eight o’clock.” He stared into her blue eyes,
bewildered, suddenly unsure of his future with