Wow, what a day I was having. All I wanted to do on my first day of my vacation was to relax on the beach and get a little suntan. When I decided that I needed to update my bathing suit, my plans and my situation changed dramatically. When Josh at the surf shop got me to wear a tiny string bikini and then proceeded to shave off all of the hair on my body, I lost control of me. The afternoon consisted of Josh introducing me to his friends and then my initiation into their beach club.
Before I met Josh, I had never even had any man, other than the guys in the shower room at the gym see me naked. Now after going through their two phases of initiation into their club, I was fucked in the ass and had to deep throat all of the members in the club. Now Josh had ordered me to dress and get in his car so that he could clean me up for his friend Jake.
When we arrived at Josh's place, he undressed me and guided me into his bathroom to shower off all of the tanning oil, sweat and cum on my body. He scrubbed me from head to toe as he said to make sure that I was clean for Jake.
"I don't want to take any chances of you getting any infections from Jake's work. Jake is an artist and your body is like a blank canvas ready to be made a masterpiece."
Josh then handed me a new white t-shirt and white cotton shorts with a pull string around the waste.
"Put these on, Andy and then slip into your sandals and follow me."
I said, "Josh, you didn't give me any underwear."
He replied, "You won't be needing any underwear for now. In fact, the only reason that I gave you any clothes to wear is because it is a long ride downtown to where Jack's tattoo parlor is located. "
Was he going to have me tattooed, I thought to myself? What was I going to do when I returned home from this vacation? I am a respected businessman and can't look like I just got off of my Harley from a ride with my biker gang.
Whatever my thoughts were didn't affect what was going to happen to me. As had been the case all day, Josh was in complete control of me. He hustled me into his jeep and off we went to Jake's. After about a 30-minute ride into the seediest part of downtown, we arrived at our destination. The sign out front read "Jake's piercing and tattoo parlor". I was sweating like I had just run a marathon race and I hadn't even entered the place. My anxiety and fear level was higher than I had ever experienced, yet there was also an element of excitement that was making me breathe hard.
"Come on, sweetheart, Jake is a busy man and I have a lot that I want him to do to you."
We walked in the front door and right at the front counter was a huge guy with big gold earrings and tattoos all over his arms.
"Josh, buddy, is this your new little toy that you called about? He's cute."
"Yea, bro, he is a prime piece of meat and a good little cock sucker. I've already put him through initiation into our beach club and now I need to have him marked so that everyone knows that he's mine."
I wasn't sure that I wanted to be anyone's possession, but I had little or no control over the matter. I was brought into the back room that had what looked like a dentist's chair in the middle of it. It was all stainless steel with leather straps on it. I looked around the room and the walls were covered with photos of men and women with tattoos and piercings. There were also several metal carts with all sorts of equipment on them, which I guessed were the tools of the trade.