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writetomyheart2014-09-27 01:58 pm
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[Team Five] Nipples
Stripper AU! And I guess this needs a warning for nipples getting pierced.
"Without any interruptions, please. This is delicate work."
"Of course, Goseki-sama. You can rely on me!" Hashimoto saluted smartly, the gesture at odds with his netshirt and bright red hotpants. Goseki closed the door with a satisfied nod, trusting Hashimoto to stand guard.
When Goseki turned around, the rings in his pierced nipples caught the light, the glint drawing Fuma's eyes as if by magic. Goseki ignored the young stripper's burning gaze and continued laying out the tools needed.
With everything laid out neatly, Goseki settled onto Fuma's lap. Fuma's fingers twitched, itching to touch those leather-clad thighs so temptingly close, but he knew better. He'd been studying the fine art of stripping under Goseki-sama long enough to know when to keep his hands to himself.
“Left or right?”
“Both,” Fuma replied without hesitation. “I want you to pierce both of my nipples.”
That was evidently the correct answer. With the disinfectant wipes, Goseki cleaned Fuma's nipples and the area immediately around them, the light touches enough to pebble Fuma's unusually sensitive nipples.
Goseki dropped the wipes into a box to throw away later and grabbed a nipple clamp. He pinched Fuma's right nipple with his fingers until it was hard and pebbled, then carefully clamped it, leaving enough of the tip of the nipple free to be pierced. Next Goseki picked up a thick needle and ripped open the sterile packing. “Hold still.”
Fuma dug his fingers into the chair. Goseki was the most popular stripper in the whole club and since Fujigaya had quit to be some rich soccer coach's lapdog, there wasn't anyone who could even attempt to challenge his position. Fuma knew he was lucky that he'd gotten to apprentice under Goseki, and he'd prove that the older man hadn't wasted his time and effort.
After placing the tip of the needle against the side of Fuma's nipple, Goseki pushed it through in one swift motion. Fuma hissed through clenched teeth. The needle passing through his flesh felt unlike anything he'd felt before. It wasn't exactly pain and not exactly pleasure, but whatever it was, it went directly to his pants.
Calmly, Goseki put an open end of the nipple ring over the tip of the needle and used it to slowly push the needle back through Fuma's nipple. Once the ring was through Fuma's nipple, Goseki dropped the needle in with the wipes to be thrown away later and picked up the captive bead. He put the bead in the ring's opening, trapping it there to close the ring. Lastly, he removed the nipple clamp, drawing another hiss from Fuma.
Goseki leaned back and gave Fuma's pierced right nipple an appreciative look. “Very pretty. You'll get at least three times as many tips with this.”
A stupid remark was right at the tip of Fuma's tongue, but he bit his tongue and swallowed the words. He was in on shape to enjoy one of Goseki-sama's punishments right now. “Will the second one triple that again?” Fuma asked instead.
“Perhaps.”
Goseki's smile was hard to read at the best of times, and Fuma was in no shape to attempt it. Without wasting any time Goseki pinched Fuma's left nipple, playing with it until it was sufficiently pebbled before clamping it.
By the time the needle slid through Fuma's left nipple, Fuma was too aroused to keep his moan in, needier than he wanted to sound. He knew better than to beg though, so he stayed silent while Goseki disposed of the needle and put the captive bead in.
Goseki took a fresh wipe and cleaned up the small trickle of blood that marred Fuma's skin under his right nipple, before placing a bandage over the freshly pierced nipple. He did the same on the other side, completely ignoring Fuma's flushed face. “All done. Remember to take good care of them, with regular light bathing. Don't touch them more than necessary and don't let anyone play with them until they are healed.” Goseki reached up and gave Fuma's hair a firm yank. “If you get them infected, you'll find yourself as a volunteer at one of Tottsu's more intense shows.”
Fuma gulped, the threat cutting through the fog of arousal a bit. Totsuka was the star of the BDSM club next door, a man as sadistic as he was beautiful, though Hashimoto claimed that Totsuka could be quite sweet behind closed doors. “I'll take care,” he promised.
“Good.” Goseki smiled. “You've been quite brave. Want a reward?”
Now was probably the time to beg. “Please, Goseki-sama.”
Goseki slid to the floor to kneel between Fuma's legs and Fuma's eyes widened. “Just this once,” Goseki said and Fuma nodded, ready to agree to anything that meant he could get off sometime soon and preferably not by his own hand.
For an experienced stripper like Goseki, Fuma's five decorative belts posed no problem. Goseki had Fuma's dick out within seconds and was licking coyly at the tip before Fuma could quite believe his luck. If you wanted a blowjob from Goseki, you generally had three options – you had to be Yara, the owner of the club, Kawai, the bartender, or as a last resort, you had to be filthy rich and lucky on top of it.
Goseki sucked just the head of Fuma's dick into his mouth, teasing at it with his tongue in the most distracting ways. Fuma dug his fingers deeper into the chair – the urge to get his fingers in Goseki's hair and pull was almost unbearably strong, but he really didn't want to die.
Patience was a virtue, Fuma had to remind himself, and while virtues were generally not a priority in a strip club, patience was quite necessary for him. Any attempt to speed Goseki up would only result in more teasing, he'd learned that often enough during his training.
Amused by the desperate noises Fuma couldn't quite stop himself from making, Goseki stroked Fuma's shaft slowly while he sucked at the head of Fuma's dick. He was quite pleased with Fuma's progress. Goseki had originally intended to train Fuma's friend Nakaken, but Fujigaya had been faster, claiming the boy while Goseki dealt with one of Hashimoto's wardrobe malfunctions. It was probably better this way – the bellybutton piercing Fujigaya had given Nakaken before leaving looked quite cute, and Fuma would carry the nipple piercings much better than Nakaken could have.
Fuma groaned, unable to hold back his noises any longer. Goseki's hot little mouth felt incredible around his dick, the older stripper's blowjob skills as polished as his stripping. “Close,” Fuma warned through clenched teeth. He wouldn't shame himself by moaning loudly, he wouldn't.
Goseki hummed what might have been encouragement and Fuma lost it, coming in hot spurts over Goseki's tongue. Goseki didn't swallow. He waited until Fuma was completely spent, then rose and kissed Fuma, passing Fuma's come over into Fuma's mouth.
Fuma swallowed obediently, making a face at the taste. He didn't usually mind swallowing, but the taste of his own come somehow bothered him, so it was probably a good thing he wasn't as flexible as Sakuma, whose most popular performance always ended with him sucking his own dick.
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"Without any interruptions, please. This is delicate work."
"Of course, Goseki-sama. You can rely on me!" Hashimoto saluted smartly, the gesture at odds with his netshirt and bright red hotpants. Goseki closed the door with a satisfied nod, trusting Hashimoto to stand guard.
When Goseki turned around, the rings in his pierced nipples caught the light, the glint drawing Fuma's eyes as if by magic. Goseki ignored the young stripper's burning gaze and continued laying out the tools needed.
With everything laid out neatly, Goseki settled onto Fuma's lap. Fuma's fingers twitched, itching to touch those leather-clad thighs so temptingly close, but he knew better. He'd been studying the fine art of stripping under Goseki-sama long enough to know when to keep his hands to himself.
“Left or right?”
“Both,” Fuma replied without hesitation. “I want you to pierce both of my nipples.”
That was evidently the correct answer. With the disinfectant wipes, Goseki cleaned Fuma's nipples and the area immediately around them, the light touches enough to pebble Fuma's unusually sensitive nipples.
Goseki dropped the wipes into a box to throw away later and grabbed a nipple clamp. He pinched Fuma's right nipple with his fingers until it was hard and pebbled, then carefully clamped it, leaving enough of the tip of the nipple free to be pierced. Next Goseki picked up a thick needle and ripped open the sterile packing. “Hold still.”
Fuma dug his fingers into the chair. Goseki was the most popular stripper in the whole club and since Fujigaya had quit to be some rich soccer coach's lapdog, there wasn't anyone who could even attempt to challenge his position. Fuma knew he was lucky that he'd gotten to apprentice under Goseki, and he'd prove that the older man hadn't wasted his time and effort.
After placing the tip of the needle against the side of Fuma's nipple, Goseki pushed it through in one swift motion. Fuma hissed through clenched teeth. The needle passing through his flesh felt unlike anything he'd felt before. It wasn't exactly pain and not exactly pleasure, but whatever it was, it went directly to his pants.
Calmly, Goseki put an open end of the nipple ring over the tip of the needle and used it to slowly push the needle back through Fuma's nipple. Once the ring was through Fuma's nipple, Goseki dropped the needle in with the wipes to be thrown away later and picked up the captive bead. He put the bead in the ring's opening, trapping it there to close the ring. Lastly, he removed the nipple clamp, drawing another hiss from Fuma.
Goseki leaned back and gave Fuma's pierced right nipple an appreciative look. “Very pretty. You'll get at least three times as many tips with this.”
A stupid remark was right at the tip of Fuma's tongue, but he bit his tongue and swallowed the words. He was in on shape to enjoy one of Goseki-sama's punishments right now. “Will the second one triple that again?” Fuma asked instead.
“Perhaps.”
Goseki's smile was hard to read at the best of times, and Fuma was in no shape to attempt it. Without wasting any time Goseki pinched Fuma's left nipple, playing with it until it was sufficiently pebbled before clamping it.
By the time the needle slid through Fuma's left nipple, Fuma was too aroused to keep his moan in, needier than he wanted to sound. He knew better than to beg though, so he stayed silent while Goseki disposed of the needle and put the captive bead in.
Goseki took a fresh wipe and cleaned up the small trickle of blood that marred Fuma's skin under his right nipple, before placing a bandage over the freshly pierced nipple. He did the same on the other side, completely ignoring Fuma's flushed face. “All done. Remember to take good care of them, with regular light bathing. Don't touch them more than necessary and don't let anyone play with them until they are healed.” Goseki reached up and gave Fuma's hair a firm yank. “If you get them infected, you'll find yourself as a volunteer at one of Tottsu's more intense shows.”
Fuma gulped, the threat cutting through the fog of arousal a bit. Totsuka was the star of the BDSM club next door, a man as sadistic as he was beautiful, though Hashimoto claimed that Totsuka could be quite sweet behind closed doors. “I'll take care,” he promised.
“Good.” Goseki smiled. “You've been quite brave. Want a reward?”
Now was probably the time to beg. “Please, Goseki-sama.”
Goseki slid to the floor to kneel between Fuma's legs and Fuma's eyes widened. “Just this once,” Goseki said and Fuma nodded, ready to agree to anything that meant he could get off sometime soon and preferably not by his own hand.
For an experienced stripper like Goseki, Fuma's five decorative belts posed no problem. Goseki had Fuma's dick out within seconds and was licking coyly at the tip before Fuma could quite believe his luck. If you wanted a blowjob from Goseki, you generally had three options – you had to be Yara, the owner of the club, Kawai, the bartender, or as a last resort, you had to be filthy rich and lucky on top of it.
Goseki sucked just the head of Fuma's dick into his mouth, teasing at it with his tongue in the most distracting ways. Fuma dug his fingers deeper into the chair – the urge to get his fingers in Goseki's hair and pull was almost unbearably strong, but he really didn't want to die.
Patience was a virtue, Fuma had to remind himself, and while virtues were generally not a priority in a strip club, patience was quite necessary for him. Any attempt to speed Goseki up would only result in more teasing, he'd learned that often enough during his training.
Amused by the desperate noises Fuma couldn't quite stop himself from making, Goseki stroked Fuma's shaft slowly while he sucked at the head of Fuma's dick. He was quite pleased with Fuma's progress. Goseki had originally intended to train Fuma's friend Nakaken, but Fujigaya had been faster, claiming the boy while Goseki dealt with one of Hashimoto's wardrobe malfunctions. It was probably better this way – the bellybutton piercing Fujigaya had given Nakaken before leaving looked quite cute, and Fuma would carry the nipple piercings much better than Nakaken could have.
Fuma groaned, unable to hold back his noises any longer. Goseki's hot little mouth felt incredible around his dick, the older stripper's blowjob skills as polished as his stripping. “Close,” Fuma warned through clenched teeth. He wouldn't shame himself by moaning loudly, he wouldn't.
Goseki hummed what might have been encouragement and Fuma lost it, coming in hot spurts over Goseki's tongue. Goseki didn't swallow. He waited until Fuma was completely spent, then rose and kissed Fuma, passing Fuma's come over into Fuma's mouth.
Fuma swallowed obediently, making a face at the taste. He didn't usually mind swallowing, but the taste of his own come somehow bothered him, so it was probably a good thing he wasn't as flexible as Sakuma, whose most popular performance always ended with him sucking his own dick.
Your turn,
doctoggy
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lol all of the side comments about what the others are up to here are killer XD I would totally frequent this club, goddamn.