Permission

Logan McCree stands covered in ink, buckled in leather and steel, nothing but cock and muscle on display. Hugh Hunter leads him by bridle and leash, bare except for a stained butcher’s apron that swings against his thighs. He smacks Logan’s thick erection, spits on it, then drops to swallow it whole, spit dripping down Logan’s balls. Once Logan is on his back, Hugh clips the chain from his nipples to the ceiling rig and stretches the clamps tight, then shackles Logan’s boots to the foot of the bed. He lines up a thin steel sound and works it into Logan’s slit while Logan jerks his own foreskin, sliding the rod deeper each time he strokes. When the metal is seated, Hugh melts white wax above them with a blow-torch; hot drips hit Logan’s chest, arms, and groin, cooling into a cracked, sticky shell over the ink.