Art Exhibition
Our hero was not quite sure of what to expect when Eno had invited him to his "private art exhibition". Would they be looking at concept art for tattoos he would apply to interested clients? On the other hand -- this was the haremverse. Any invitation he received would rather sooner than later lead to sex, and a tattoo parlor was an unspoken promise for a lot of exposed skin.
Curiously he opened the door and went right to the back room, where he could hear the sounds of lighthearted conversation.
"There you are, my dear!" Eno chimed happily when he saw our hero enter the place.
Smiling, he handed him one of the two champagne glasses he was holding and introduced him to the three handsome hunks who were sitting on the black leather sofa.
"These beauties are Uther, Julian and Will. Each one is a dear friend and an excellent canvas to me. Ready to enjoy some art?"
Before he could decide which was more arousing -- Eno's knowing wink or the three other men getting up and heading towards him in an almost predatory manner -- our hero found Uther standing right in front of him. Like the others he was dressed in formal, well-fitting black shoes and pants, but with a much too wide, white shirt. Uther was very muscular and grinned at the slightly shorter hero in front of him. Through the curtain of his long, blond hair two pale hands found their way from behind the model, opening the shirt buttons and revealing a large tattoo all over the man's chest. It was the letter "U" in tribal style.
Our hero blushed slightly, trying to pay more attention to the tattoo's details than to the body that was presenting it. Surely it would be rude to allow his lust to distract him from Eno's hard work.
"It's... good. Nice details. Monochrome. Good choice."
Suddenly Eno was behind him, having moved silently, like a ghost.
"Took me a whole day to complete it. Well... with breaks in between."
The quiet laughter revealed what they had done during that break.
Our hero became only too aware of the heat radiated by the two bodies he was caught in between. Was it still too early to become distracted?
While he was still pondering on the question, Uther was substituted by Julian, who grinned widely.
"I got my motto. Something very optimistic. Right here, look!"
He ripped open his shirt and presented the word "Fuck!" on his left, bronze chest muscle. This time, our hero felt his cheeks burn.
"Yes, very positive! It's... terrific!"
Eno's hands brushed his butt, nearly coincidentally.
"Just look at how I did the exclamation mark. Long and thick..."
Now our hero was sure that Eno was playing a game with him. It was a test of patience, which he kind of excelled in so far. Partly. Not below the waistline, to be honest. His erect cock was a very visible bulge in his pants. Still, he tried to play it cool and just ignore it. He knew the others saw, their looks were as obvious as were their chuckles.
"So..." His voice was much too loud. "Your art is awesome, Eno! I understand there is another piece?"
Eno leaned against him, sighing and by that raising the heat even more. He waved for his third model to come closer, and turn around. Expecting to see a butt tattoo our hero was a little disappointed when Will just threw away his shirt and revealed a tattoo of his name on his shoulder. With an innocent look on his face he turned his neck and explained.
"You know... for when you make an new acquaintance and things go faster than expected. If you still want him to scream your name, you have to help him out."
Our hero laughed at that, although Will certainly had a point.
"Well, Eno, this tattoo also is..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah -- great and so on." Suddenly the artist seemed very impatient and slid past him, picking up something that had leaned against the sofa.
"You see, art always has a secret message. Are you ready to see tonight's big question?"
"What question?"
With another wave of Eno's hand, the three models lined up, staring at our hero with great expectation. The artist held up the sign he had picked up, which showed an arrow pointing down at himself. He grinned with satisfaction.
Our hero needed a moment to get it, but then he read it out loud.
"Will -- U -- Fuck -- me?"
"Oh, when I see the way you look at me, we need another slight adjustment," Eno decided. Will and Uther changed their places, laughing.
Eno carelessly discarded the sign, emptied his half-full glass of champagne and embraced our hero tightly. When their lips met, the tattoo artist let some of the sparkling beverage flow into his partners mouth, who greedily swallowed what was offered to him.
"So, darling," Eno half-whispered, "I see you would like me to use the needle that spills white ink, yes?"
"It's pretty thick for a needle, don't you think?" our Hero grinned.
Eno laughed. "Then it will make you only scream louder."
It turned out that the three models also were assistants in other matters, as they started undressing the two lovers, while they were busy letting their tongues dance in each others mouths. Our hero felt amazing, for more than once a curious hand or mouth brushed newly revealed skin. Still he was concentrating on Eno, who now pushed him backwards, forcing him to step out of his pants, which suddenly had been around his ankles.
Gasping, our hero stumbled and fell backwards, right onto the black leather sofa. Before he could blink, Eno was on top of him, covering his chest with kisses.
"Finally" he moaned while he began flicking our hero's nipples with his tounge. "The anticipation almost killed me!"
Our hero expected to see the artist's eyes blacken as they always do when he was most aroused. But Eno's eyes were still white when he looked up, just to slide further down with a smile. Luckily our hero knew for sure that the P-Virus was not contagious anymore, or the ecstacy Eno sometimes showed would have seriously worried him.
Still, the artist had it well under control at the moment. With a blessed smile he nuzzled his cheek against our hero's hard cock, making him sigh with lust. After dipping his tongue into the first drops of cheeky precum, he let his soft lips slide over the tip of the hardness presented in front of him. He did not hold back much now and made good use of the whole of his mouth, letting our hero's cock slide out once in a while. Then he would work the sensitive part below the tip with the warm metal ball on the end of his labret piercing.
Eno visibly enjoyed our hero's lustful squirming, until he howled "Eno! I can't take this anymore! I'm so close!"
"Yeah... It's time." the artist grunted and sat up.
Seconds later, our hero's legs were on his shoulders, as Eno slowly pushed inside him. Our hero took a deep breath, shaking with pleasure. Eno enjoyed the moment with eyes closed. And when they opened again, they were black.
Our hero flinched. Jump scare. Every damn time! On the good side, it helped him last a little longer. Panting, Eno immediately started giving him powerful thrusts.
"Ah yes, this is it! It feels so good, having you under me. Stitching you the nice way. Leaving my mark."
He licked his lips and for a moment our hero imagined that Eno might push forward and try to bite him. But instead of scaring him, the pretense danger added a very exciting thrill to the situation.
In an explosion of purple Eno's hair flew back, as he let out an animalistic growl.
"More!"
He did not mean that he simply wanted to continue what he was doing. It was the cue for the models.
"Oh yes," he almost hissed when he looked to his left and right, where suddenly two more cocks were waiting to be sucked on, while he kept on thrusting into our hero.
The latter watched in fascination how Eno quenched his never-ending thirst for sex. If anything was contagious about him, it was the pleasure his lover radiated.
"Want some, too?"
Will suddenly knelt at the sofa's edge, the tip of his cock nearly touching our hero's lips when he turned his head.
"Yes, please," our hero grinned widely.
It felt amazing being filled at both ends at once. Will lead his head with a soft grip in his hair and revealed a specially sonorous voice when he groaned. Yet Eno was the loudest of them all. Our hero found it hard to understand how he could moan, taking turns on sucking two cocks and keep on fucking him at the same time. It was pure bliss.
"Mmmmph," he mumbled before he remembered to take Will's member out of his mouth. "Eno, I can't take it any more!"
Black eyes seemed to drill in his own. "And I don't want to stop. Everyone! Let's cum together!"
Our hero couldn't quite see what he did to Uther with his tongue, but it made him squeal with pleasure in an unexpectedly high pitch. Half of Julian's seed was loudly spilled on our hero's stomach before Eno could catch the rest.
"Awww yes, take my load!" Will exclaimed as he exploded into our hero's willing mouth.
Still it was Eno's orgasm that sent him over the edge in the end. The trembling, loud moan, the way he drilled himself into him, the twitching of his cock as he filled him with his cum was enough to nearly let our hero black out with a forceful orgasm.
When he could think straight again, Eno was cleaning the mess he made with his lips, circling around our hero's navel.
"Whoever is ready first," he announced, "will fuck me. Deep."
A quiet metallic sound and Uther pulled him into a sitting position by the chain and leather choker he had skillfully attached without Eno noticing. The artist purred and smiled as an answer to that.
"Patience! The night is still young, and I might feel insulted that you think we might let you get away so easily." Uther winked.
"I'm getting refreshments!" Will announced, while Julian started cleaning the sofa for round two.
Our hero streched out his arms, grinning wildly. The haremverse was awesome!