Tattoos

"Martin," Logan greeted him, his voice soft and comforting. "Are you alright?"

Martin nodded, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "I'm fine," he assured Logan, his voice shaking slightly. "Just a bit anxious, you know."

Logan nodded, his gaze lingering on Martin's face. "I understand," he said, his voice gentle. "I felt the same way."

Martin smiled weakly, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thanks, Logan. I appreciate your support."

After a few moments of silence, Logan cleared his throat. "So, what are you getting done?"

Martin hesitated, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

"I don't know," he murmured, his voice quivering slightly. "Maybe I shouldn't..."

Ken stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "Come on ****, it’s time," he urged, his voice firm and booming. "Now! They’re waiting."

Martin swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "Coming Master," he conceded, his voice trembling.

Ken led Martin to the designated space where Sebastian and his assistant were eagerly awaiting. The duo had already begun setting up their equipment for the upcoming procedures.

"Welcome back," Sebastian greeted them cheerfully. "Ready to get started?"

Ken nodded, his gaze never wavering from Martin's petrified expression. "Yes, please. My **** is ready to receive his new additions."

Sebastian nodded, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "Alright, then. What are we having?” Sebastian enquired.

"I'm thinking of a barcode on his right pec, with the numbers underneath representing the date his slavery officially began. And of course, a matching 'Property of Master Ken' tattoo above his pubic area like Logan."

As Sebastian began preparing the area for the tattoo, Martin tried to relax, but his nerves refused to settle.

As Sebastian etched the ink into Martin's skin, the sensation of the needle pricking against his flesh sent waves of discomfort coursing through him.

"Try to stay relaxed, Martin," Sebastian coaxed, his voice calming and assuring.

Martin closed his eyes, concentrating on controlling his breathing. He knew that he had to endure the discomfort, for Ken's sake and his own.

"Okay, Martin," Sebastian announced, his voice echoing through the silent room. "Next, we'll proceed with the piercings."

Martin braced himself, his hands clenching tightly as Sebastian prepared the piercing gun. The scent of rubbing **** filled the air, causing Martin's nostrils to flare in response as Sebastian swabbed the area.

"Ready, Martin?" Despite his ****, Martin nodded, determined to appease his master. He positioned the device directly over Martin's nose, pressing the trigger.

The sharp snap of the needle puncturing Martin's flesh echoed loudly in the room, accompanied by a dull throb of pain radiating from his injured nose which now had a metal ring dangling from it.

Despite the intense discomfort, Martin remained silent, refusing to give Ken the satisfaction of witnessing his weakness.