It had been a couple of months since Ron and Gary moved in downstairs and turned me into their bitch. During that time, my ass and throat were open 24/7 for their cocks and they'd made steady use of both. I never had to go out cruising for sex, I could barely keep up with what I was getting.
One morning, Ron told me to be ready at 9pm that night to go out, that they had a special surprise planned for me. Knowing how their evil minds worked, I spent the day with my stomach rolling and a constant hard on, panicking every time one of them gave me a funny look while fucking my ass or face.
9pm rolled around and we all piled in to my car. They told me to drive, giving directions on where to turn and when. Eventually, they had me pull over and I looked up to see that we were sitting outside of a closed tattoo parlor. "Guess they're closed!" I said, but Ron just snickered and got out of the car. He went over to the door and knocked and when the door opened, he motioned and Gary grabbed my arm and hauled me out of the car behind him.
The inside of the shop was dark but I could make out someone leading us toward the back, opening a door and turning on a light. When we all were inside the room, he closed the door behind us and I got a chance to check him out. He was an older guy, probably early 60's with a long braid down his back. He was about 6 feet tall and slim, dressed in a ratty t-shirt and a pair of beat up jeans. I couldn't help noticing that there was a very sizable bulge in the crotch of his jeans and I found myself wondering what kind of monster was lurking inside.
"This the guy for the special tattoo?" he said and I started to shake. "No way am I getting tattooed!" I said, but Gary wrapped his arm around my neck and said, "Don't worry, Little Bro, only me and Ron and our friends will ever see it. Now strip!"
I was trembling so hard and my hands were shaking so, I couldn't unbutton my shirt so Ron came over and practically ripped my clothes off and threw them on the floor. Gary and Ron had made me shave my entire body. So I stood there, naked and shivering while the tattoo guy gave me the once over. "Get him up in the chair," he said.
There was chair, very similar to a barber chair, in the middle of the room and Gary and Ron picked me up and sat my bare ass on the cold leather. The chair had a stand up head rest and they each grabbed one of my legs and pulled them up and back, so that my ass was spread open on the edge of the chair. Using cords from a table nearby, Ron tied my ankles to the head rest while Gary tied each of my arms to an arm rest. When they were done, my open ass was spread wide open, I couldn't move and I had a raging hard on.
The tattoo guy sat on a small stool and rolled up so that he was facing me, gave a lever a few pumps to raise the chair and checked out the scene, taking a long look at my defenseless asshole. "That looks like a prime fuck hole you boys have got there." he said, and I could tell he was stroking the front of his jeans. He reached over and grabbed my hard cock and bent it forward, then let go so it slapped back against my belly. Ron and Gary both laughed and rubbed each other's cocks through their jeans.
"This is going to hurt at first," he said, "but it will get better." He smeared something into my crack that looked like Vaseline, taking his time to work it in. One of his fingers "accidentally" managed to work its way into my butt hole for a brief moment, too, I noticed.