“Relax,” Celeste said firmly. “Megan knows, okay? I told her ages ago.” Her other hand gripped his shaft, and she twisted both hands in opposite directions, slowly, threateningly. “And guess what that means? We own you now. You have to do everything we say!” The last sentence trailed off in a sing-song tone as she slid gracefully across the backseat, riding up behind him and rubbing one hand up and down his bicep, the other gripping tighter on his shaft. “We don’t wanna have to hurt you, so… you’ll do what we say, right?”
With a nervous gulp, Justin nodded. He knew his place for the next two weeks – he was nothing but their toy.
Soon, they arrived at the cabin, and Justin was grateful for the lapse in their teasing. He helped them carry their bags in as well as his own, and entered the cabin with a heavy stomach and a pounding heart, knowing he was lined up for a lot of pain.
The cabin was cold, but it was nothing a little fire in the fireplace couldn’t fix, and he flopped down onto the soft couch in the main living room with a huff. He could at least try to enjoy himself before the next fourteen days of torture, right? He closed his eyes for a bit, barely responding when one of the girls handed him something soft and sweet-smelling. “Here,” Megan said, “I was saving these for when we got here.” Justin was tired enough that the strange comment barely registered, and he opened his eyes just enough to quickly examine what she’d handed him.
It was one of those macaron things that he knew some girls gushed over; two small, white-and-red cake-like cookies with a dollop of cream sandwiched between them. A little feminine for his taste, but he was hungry anyway, and didn’t want to wait for something to be cooked, so he popped the sandwich in his mouth without a second thought. It tasted of strawberries and cheesecake, the cream filling smooth on his tongue. He smiled contentedly and leaned back in his seat, breathing a heavy sigh as he swallowed the treat.
He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, but it took him a moment to notice that the world around him and slowed and blurred, and that his chest was rising and falling more rapidly, fighting for every shallow breath. He opened his eyes a little to see Celeste and Megan’s distorted figures join him on the couch, their hands feeling like the most euphoric smoke as they ghosted over his chest and arms and thighs, truly feeling him up like they couldn’t wait to touch him anymore. Distantly, he realized he’d been drugged, but somehow, he didn’t care. This is my purpose, his dazed mind told him, to serve them however they please.
Their excited giggles were the last thing he heard before his vision faded, and the world around him went silent and dark.
————
Justin was never sure how long he was knocked out for, but he knew he preferred the comfortable slumber to his current situation. The forced sleep had been calm and dark and warm, in great contrast with his cold nakedness and the stabbing, fiery pain at the base of his cock that startled him awake with a scream through gritted teeth. Still in the limbo between sleep and consciousness, he tried to flinch, but found that his wrists and ankles were bound to something. He must be tied to a chair, but he wasn’t sure why. He opened his eyes to a thankfully-dim cabin – too much light would’ve hurt his eyes, and the only thing that illuminated the little cottage was the golden-orange glow of the crackling fireplace. What the hell was that? he wondered, his dick still stinging.
Megan and Celeste’s naked figures came into view as his sleepy haze disappeared, and for a moment he was able to dismiss the pain as he stared at them. They were both so fucking gorgeous. Celeste was slender and petite, her handful-sized tits sitting perfectly against her thin frame; Megan’s wide hips and fat tits were completely novel to him, her thick thighs making him yearn to split them and write his name over her clit with his tongue. They were smiling brightly at him, holding his detached cock between them. Megan was holding it by the balls, her other hand gently supporting his tip, and Celeste was holding some thin, shiny silver thing. She twisted it – and he yelped again, white flashing behind his eyes as pain seared through his pelvis.
They had pierced his cock.
Celeste took hold of his cock to allow Megan to walk towards him, and he leaned away from her as best as he could, horrified. “Morning, sleepyhead,” Megan teased. “Glad to see you’re finally awake.”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Justin choked out, sweating at the pain in his cock.
“Just a little decoration,” the black-haired woman said with a smile. She held out her hand, and Celeste plopped his dick into her palm. There was a curved silver bar sticking out of the skin where his shaft met his balls, glistening bright silver in the firelight. The skin around the piercing was red and just a little swollen, and Justin cringed at the sight of it. Megan laughed as he turned away. “It’s a little crude, yeah, but what do you expect? We’re not professionals.”
“It looks good for what it is,” Celeste added, grinning at her boyfriend. “Don’t worry – we’ll have plenty of chances to get it right.”
“What do you mean?” Justin begged, his stomach turning over nervously.
“Well, we brought more than one piece of jewelry,” Celeste answered, “and we’ve been looking up the different kinds of piercings men can get there.”
“We figured we’d decorate you before we play with you,” Megan added with a smile. Celeste nodded, taking Justin’s dick back from Megan and handing the piercing needle to Megan, who cleaned it off with a damp white cloth before aiming it at the underside of his tip. He stared in alarm, but his limbs were bound to his chair, leaving him helpless as the girls took turns piercing him.
The next one was his frenulum. He couldn’t watch, but he had no choice in the feeling of it. There was a split second of nothing but a sharp prick on one side of his frenulum, before a white-hot sting and a crushing pressure that radiated through his tip and his shaft as the needle pushed through. He screamed again, and it terrified him to know that nobody would hear him. He screwed his eyes shut tight against the agony, his face feeling hot and his head spinning. There was a still, tense moment where they giggled like young schoolgirls as they screwed the new piercing in place – the only sound he could hear over the ringing in his ears – then the worst of the pain was over, and he was left with a searing ache in the most sensitive nerve within his poor cock.
Through the ringing, he heard them taunting him devilishly.
“Look, he’s so red!”
“Aww, he looks like he’s gonna cry!”
“I think he can handle another one, yeah?”
“No!” Tears welling in his eyes, Justin suddenly opened his eyes wide to plead with the girls. “Please, no, two is enough -”
“Toys don’t decide what’s enough,” Megan suddenly said firmly.
“That’s right,” Celeste drawled, sauntering over and straddling him. He shivered as she ran her hands gently through his hair, feeling like she was caressing his very mind, her honey-flavored lips just inches away from his own. “You do want to be a good toy, don’t you, baby?”