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DECORATION
After lunch, Nicholas and I dutifully reported to the much larger room on the ground floor where Charles' instructions were being carried out by a team of clothed artisans and technicians. We were moved from station to station throughout the afternoon, and it took all afternoon, to receive our various adornments.
Step One was selection of body jewelry. Nicholas chose a slender gold ring for his tit, and I selected a similar one for my navel. I picked a thicker one for my scrotum, and he got something similar for his earlobe. For my tits, I picked two slightly heavier gold bars, with little balls on either end. The consultant didn't ask us about PA, he just pulled out two monstrous-looking rings, and announced, "No point in messing around with this. Cocks like yours take proportional jewelry, or else they just look silly." The pieces went into envelopes, which we carried along with us to the next table, where we were offered books of tat designs along the themes we had selected. We pored over them for twenty minutes or so before making our selections. Our ankle bands matched, but the others were different, though all in the interwoven Celtic style. Now we had a second envelope of tat patterns to take along with us.
Application began with the easiest: our tits, Nicholas' ear, and my navel and scrotum were quickly pierced and the various rings inserted. No pain, very little blood, piece of cake. We got a sheet of care instructions, and off we went to the next station. So far, there had been minimal pain or fuss about it. We hardly had time to wince, and it was all over.
In the tat department, there was a row of gurneys, with six or eight men already lying on some of them. Trevor and Alan, who were having minimal tat work done (an ass cheek on Trevor and a small ankle image on Alan), were quickly finished, and we took their places. We were to be there for hours! I had no idea how long tat work took, or how much it irritated the skin. Translation: it hurts!
There were actually two artists at work on each of us, one on the ankle, and one on the upper body. Using the patterns provided, their work turned out to be as consistent as if one guy had done it all. We just lay there and chatted, watching other guys being illustrated and penetrated. Every hour our artists took a short break, and that gave us one, too. At mid-afternoon, we had a longer break for drinks and a snack, and moving about a bit. It was nearing five in the afternoon when the last of the design work was completed.
Then, on to the final stop for the insertion of the PA's. Yowee! That was quick, but scary and painful! But the deed was done, and we each had a big, gold curved bar arching from piss-slit around to the base of our throbbing cock-head. When we stood, we immediately felt the weight and pull of it. This was going to take some getting used to.
"Well?" inquired Nicholas as we sort of hobbled toward the stairs, cocks drawn up and trying to hide as best they could.
"Mmm. Dunno. Feels weird."
"I hope we didn't over-reach on that last."
"Buddy, we're going to be pissing all over creation until we learn how to control these fuckers."
When the group was reunited at dinner, we could hardly eat for examining one another's new adornments. At least half a dozen other bold men had gotten PA's, too, and there were several frenulum and scrotum piercings, a few eyebrows, lots of ear, tit, or navel rings. In the tat department, navel art was popular, biceps were very common, and pecs and shoulder blades almost as much. Ass cheeks were perhaps the most discrete choice, but just about every guy had chosen something, with Charles' tutelage. I was impressed at how becoming to each guy the work was, matching his own personality and physique.
The PA's meant that a lot of us were off-line for genital sex for at least a week, if not more. That raised the spectre of my becoming blue-balled again, as I had done before Nicholas and I started fucking-not a pretty picture in my mind. We would have to figure out some way to ejaculate one another gently and without penetration. I wasn't sure quite how we would do it.
That night, after a demo on fall collegiate fashions put on by more outside consultants, with leaders and volunteer trainees as models (Nicholas and I opted to stay naked, and laughed with the others at the ones who modeled clothes, because they looked so ridiculous dressed), Nicholas had some ideas for our sexual gratification.
For starters, our dicks were too sore that night to even think of stimulating them. Our assholes were not, though, so we spent forty-five minutes 69-rimming each other before retiring for the night. I do love to be rimmed, and over the summer, I had even come to enjoy munching out Nicholas' clean and hairless ass. We didn't get off, but it was an OK substitute for the moment.
The next day, we were still pretty sore. We opted for tea-bagging, though. We took turns dipping our balls into our partner's mouth for a good tonguing and sucking. In a few days time, I knew, I would be able to shoot from that alone, as I became more desperate to spew seed.
On day three, still somewhat sore, but no complications. Peeing was an adventure, and comical for everyone. Nicholas tried to pee in the urinal that morning and sprayed Lamar three urinals down from him. Lamar had not gotten a PA, but he turned and hosed Nicholas right back, and got me, too. That set off a general piss-a-thon in the john, with everybody peeing all over everybody else, to great laughter. Adam made us clean the bathrooms that day, but he smiled sympathetically as he left us at it.
By day five, we could massage one another's cocks by mouthing up and down the shaft, not touching the head. We both came that way, but it was kind of part pleasure, part pain. We knew we were near the end, though.
At one week, we were sucking one another off, and thoroughly enjoying the taste and sensation of the jewelry, both giving and receiving. It was fun to play with using the tongue, and the interesting drag felt very provocative on the cock. Pee accidents were rarer, and we decided maybe the big rings were a good idea after all.
For a couple of days that week, we did not see Adam at all. But on Thursday at dinner, he appeared with a new tattoo himself-an attractive sort of Aztec design that grew out of the crack of his ass and swooped across the tops of his butt cheeks to his pelvic bones. It looked phenomenal on him and accentuated the perfection of his ass wonderfully. He winked at me and whispered, "For our films," as he passed.
I decided then that, whatever held me back on having my talk with Nicholas about "us," the two of us really needed to have a frank discussion on this porn film matter. That time came in the evening, when we returned to our room. Nicholas lay prone upon my body, gently rubbing his crotch against mine, and we were mouth to mouth and eye to eye.
"What do you think of Adam's offer, Stud?"
"Mmm. Well, mixed feeling's, I guess. I want to have the sex, and don't really care who watches, if they want to. But on the other hand, I don't know if I want to deal with the repercussions, whatever they might be-school, career, family, you know. How about you?"
"Same. Plus, there's Stephanie, you know."
"Oh, yeah, I do know." She was the un-named but never-forgotten presence hovering over us every time we made love. Topic A, yet to be discussed.
His earnest face hovered inches above mine. I pulled his mouth to mine and filled it with my tongue. That would be the end of that topic!
But in a moment, I continued. "Do you think Adam is going to pressure us about it? Do we have to decide right away, you think?"
"Well, if he does push it, my answer now is 'no.'"
I felt like a big weight had been lifted from me, though his 180 pounds still lay on my chest.
"I'm relieved to hear you say that. I'm not ready to agree to it, either."
"Who knows, I could change my mind by September. But I can't be rushed, you know? We have to consider all the ramifications."
With a sexy naked man lying on top of me, I was about ready for some "ramifications." But we still had several days of dick-healing before we would be fuck- ready. Instead, I kissed my man again, and he lay his head against my neck, and we went to sleep that way. Topic A was still hanging, but my mind was much eased by having agreement between us on Topic B. We slept like naked babies.