That stunned me. It said permanent. It said trust. It even said he’d probably paid some enormous sum to do this.
“I must owe you a fuck ton.”
“No.” He shook his head, slowly. “You owe me nothing, currently. Your CNC name?”
I thought fast. “Priest. I had a severely religious experience just now, inside Charity.”
Hulk look astonished for a second, then he threw back his head and laughed. I had to grin at that, this unfathomable man laughing like that, it was a memorable sight. It drew a few eyes from members. Most of them smiled.
“Priest it is.” He wiped his eyes. “Let’s get this done. I’m getting you to bend over the edge of the stage while I do this, Charity. And you will be still,very, very still, while I do this. Unless you want to have a squiggle of god knows what written on your butt.”
Me, I remained silent until we reached the stage. I watched him position her lying with her front on the stage and her knees on the main floor, so her ass was perfectly in view.
“Sign next to where I wrotePROPERTY OF, then get up there and hold her still, Priest.” Hulk gave me a black marker while he removed his coat.
“I use my CNC name?”
“Yes. Otherwise anyone here will see your real name.”
“Okay.” I signed her ass cheek withPriest, returned the pen to him, and noticed a new and very different pen in his hand. It was white plastic with a narrow loop of wire instead of a nib, and a slider and pair of buttons on the shaft. It looked terribly benign. “You’re distracting her, you said?”
“I am. Position yourself.”
I climbed up and took hold of her wrists. Not that I could stop her standing up with this sort of grip. That was up to her. Maybe I was here more for reassurance.
“I’m here, Charity. Yell, if you want him to stop.”
She nodded, blinking up at me. “I will.”
The doctor unzipped his pants, brought out his dick, and gave himself a few tugs. He slid his cock between his fist and squirted lubricant over it, worked it in with a grunt then he stepped up. So that was the distraction? I had to grin when he knelt behind her and finger-fucked her hole before he slowly began to force his cock into her ass.
“Heyyy.” After a single gasp, Charity wriggled then looked around. Her eyes closed and she rasped out, “Fuck. You never said that was it.”
He only shoved in further, his cock burying itself deep. It was fascinating, watching it vanish inside her, in, out, like a retractable stage dagger. It was a magic trick I loved. He kept fucking her asshole while his electric gun waited on a cloth to the side. “You’ve ginger in here still, so we both get to hurt a little.”
“Fuuuck. God…umpfff. You think…it’s…the same?” she whispered that in grated, staccato syllables, hunching over, trying to pull her arms backward. I hung on, then leaned down and kissed her mouth. She answered the kiss, huffing, groaning, as he shunted into her a few times.
Then he stilled. “Doing it now, Charity. Brace your little ass.”
How he could be coherent enough to do this was beyond me. I kept kissing her, soothing her with words as he began to sign our names and, I assumed, to write over that PROPERTY OF part as well.
Charity gave a few squeaks, a few grunts. The pen wrote onward.
She was astoundingly well-behaved, though I’d bet no other doctor ever did this while ass-fucking his patient. A few times, he paused in the writing to fuck himself into her, do a few jarring thrusts. I didn’t think she could come again so soon, after the series of climaxes before, but she was getting aroused.
Her eyes were shut, her moans seemed half pain, half pleasure, and out of curiosity I released her wrists—that wasn’t helping anyway—then carefully worked my hand under her to her clit. The tiny nub was standing erect, an obvious button of flesh. I circled it, massaging.
Hulk met my eyes. The scent of smoke was rising from her ass.
“Are you done?”
“I am, yes.” He set aside the pen then began to seriously plow her, thrusting in slowly but hard enough to bump her into the stage. My fingers couldn’t stay on her clit, so I sat back and watched as he worked his cock in and out. I was up on my elbow and Charity took hold of my hand, found my finger with her mouth, and started sucking while he jarred her back and forth with the force as he impaled her.
It was fucking erotic watching him doing that and her sucking on me. My hard-on resurrected, and I squeezed myself through my pants in time with what Hulk was doing.
Her moans came out past my finger. I stroked myself harder.
Another few thrusts and Hulk coughed once, then came. His face screwed up like most men’s did, looking like he’d bitten something and it tasted bad.