Branded

I have no idea if I have
all the details of tattoing
correct. This is based on
watching someone else get
one. I still have to lose
some more weight before I
can get mine .

Would Ryo be turned on
by carefully controlled
pain ? Did you see that
look on his face when
Dee does him doggie
style in the book seven ?


Trust me , anal hurts
a lot more that way then
on your back....




Moon







Koz nodded back . “ I’ll have you lay down , “ he said , gesturing to a
long , padded table . “It’ll be easier on both of us . “

Ryo fought to keep the heat off his face again as he stepped to the table and
lowered his pants slightly . Koz pulled a bench from under the table for
Ryo to kneel on . He leaned into the padded top , resting his face on a towel
that was laid out there . He was turned towards the other customer ; he met
the man’s eyes again briefly before quickly lowering his gaze.

Flinching slightly , Ryo felt Koz effortlessly tug his hips back , settling him
into place with his ass at the man’s eye level . He heard the scrape of a
chair across the wooded floor as Koz sat directly behind him .

“Okay there ? “ Koz asked . Ryo nodded . “ Gotta prep your skin first .
This’ll be cold . “

Ryo startled again as a wet chloroprep sponge deftly swabbed his lower back.
It cooled in the air , leaving goose bumps to spread over his exposed skin .
He heard Koz snap on a pair of latex gloves , and the drone of the tattoo gun
as it powered on .

“ Ready ? “

“Shit ! “ Ryo gasped involuntarily , as the rapid fire prick of the needle touched
his skin . Instantly , the gun was pulled away .

“ Okay there ? Want me to stop ? “

Ryo felt rather than saw the gaze of the other customer , heard the slight chuckle
the man tried to hide behind an inhale of cigarette smoke . Bastard . No way was
he wimping out now .

“No , “ he said , forcing his teeth to unclench . “ Keep going . “

Koz powered up the gun again and went back to work . Ryo squeezed his eyes
shut tightly . Why on earth had he thought this was such a brilliant idea ? !

“Don’t hold your breath , “ Koz advised over the whirr of the gun . “ Makes it
hurt more . Breathe, baby ; just breathe . “

The other customer snorted and muttered something under his breath . Ryo
heard the creak of his chair as he shifted position . The other tattoo artist had
paused to switch on a CD player and soon the driving beat of Alice in Chains
filled the room .

Ryo didn’t waste his breath correcting Koz for calling him ‘baby’ . It didn’t seem
prudent while the man held a sharp instrument over his bent spine . He concentrated
on the music, and his breathing , surprised to find they did indeed help.

Endorphins kick in after the first few minutes , Drake had told him . Notoriously
afraid of needles , he’d gotten his Marine Corps tattoo as a nineteen year
old recruit, along with the rest of his unit . And promptly passed out afterwards.

Passing out didn’t seem like a bad option at all . The pounding music , the stifling
room filled with smoke and male sweat, were almost too much for Ryo to bear
His body was bent and exposed , ass partially bared and inches away from
this huge bear of a stranger . He felt the man’s breath ghost over the skin of his
back , felt the eyes of the other customer boring into him . Felt the table ,
snug against him as his groin tightened against his will .

Ryo flushed hotly . In no way did he find the man working on him attractive,
but his body definitely liked the vulnerable position he was in . The constant ,
barely controllable edge of pain only added to his arousal . Luckily the music was
so loud ; no one could hear the shaky gasps that escaped his parted lips . Closing
his eyes , he gave in to the surreal sensations and let himself drift.

A little over an hour later Koz was done . The sudden cessation of the tattoo gun
snapped Ryo from his daze . He was mortified to find he’d nearly fallen asleep .
He straightened clumsily , wiping his mouth .

“Don’t worry , “ Koz laughed , “ You ain’t the only one to zone out and drool all over
the table . Why do you think we put the towel there ? “

Ryo laughed shakily despite himself , his eyes looking shyly to the chair opposite
him . He was disappointed to find it empty . The skinny artist was singing along
with ‘No Excuses’ as he put away his tools .

Koz handed Ryo the mirror again . “ Check it out , “ he offered proudly , lighting
up a cigarette of his own .

Ryo stood with his back to the full length mirror again , holding the hand mirror up
before him . He gasped at the design adorning his lower back . In a vertical column
on the pad of muscle above the crack of his ass , were three Japanese Kanji. The
inch high characters were rendered in black ink , like the delicate brush strokes
of his ancestors native calligraphy . To the right of the Kanji an orange-gold miniature
koi swam . To the left was a butterfly with purple and blue wings . The entire design
was flawlessly detailed , and no larger than Ryo’s drivers license .

‘Tramp Stamp’ , JJ had called this type of tattoo . Branded . Oh , God , he couldn’t
stop looking at it . His whole body flushed hot , he fought to keep the tell tale color
off his face but it was no use .

“It’s beautiful , “ he breathed , when he could find his voice . “Thank you , thank
you so much . “

Koz smiled predatorily , sensing his response . Ryo forced himself to meet the
big man’s gaze , knowing he must be spewing pheromones like a cat in heat .

“It was my pleasure , “ Koz purred. His eyes flicked over Ryo again , settling
on his crotch . “ Anything else you want me to take care of for you ? “

The other tattoo artist guffawed with laughter , breaking the spell . Koz shot a look
of daggers his way .

“No , “ Ryo said quickly . “ I-I better go . “

“Can’t blame a guy for trying , “ Koz sighed , as Ryo gingerly did up his pants .
He found he had to adjust them slightly lower , and untuck his shirt tails for comfort .


“That’s a fine piece of real estate you got there , “ Koz went on . “Anytime your boy
doesn’t treat you right , you come see me . I’ll take good care of you . “ He stepped
closer to Ryo , leaning in to his personal space .

“Give it up , you dumb fuck Pollack , “ Koz’s coworker chuckled . “ He’s probably
screwing a doctor or something . “

“Actually , “ Ryo smiled , stepping back without appearing to , “he’s a homicide
detective . “ He looked up into Koz’s somewhat startled face , and fished his wallet
out of his back pocket . “ That was one-hundred fifty , right ? “ He handed the big
man two one hundred dollar bills , and smiled . “Keep the change . “