Chapter 1
Barty whimpered, the hand moving up and down his shaft becoming more and more sporadic.
"Ngg..” Incomprehensible sounds left his mouth as he panted, a feeling building up in his stomach. He bit on his lip as a means of enhancing his climax. He tugged on his cock a final time, pressing his finger into the slit. With a raspy moan his cum
leaked out of him, dripping down his cock and onto the surrounding area. Shakily, he gripped his dick tightly, squeezing. He thumbed his slit and whimpered again, a weak pathetic noise, loving the overstimulation. He stayed there a while, bottom half covered in cum, feeling ashamed in the best way.
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Barty walked into the tattoo parlor 10 minutes early, eager for his dreams of a thigh tattoo to come into fruition.
His mullet was styled expertly and the eyeshadow adorning his upper and under eyes matched his jewelry. He was dressed in stylish layers but simple bottoms for easy removal. The bell on the door clinked as he walked to the front desk, to check himself in.
"Barty Crouch Jr, here for a 10:30 tattoo
session, " he said.
"Yes, I have you written down here,” said the heavily pierced albino woman behind the counter. Your tattooist today will be Evan, she’ll be ready in a few minutes. Before that, allow me to discuss safety precautions and everything else you'll need to know. My name's Pandora, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you.” Barty smiled, comforted by the tall woman’s soft energy
“Barty?” A smooth voice called from a little ways away. Footsteps moved closer to the waiting room. Barty looked up and blinked slowly, his mouth agape slightly in the direction of a person’s head poking from behind a wall.
The man Barty assumed to be Evan wore a plain black outfit with a pronoun badge labeling “he/she.” She was covered in tattoos up to his neck and the color of his cheeks and smiley piercing matched his golden locs. “I’m ready for you now,” he smiled.
Evan starred before a cough to the left brought him out of his trance. "Sorry," he addressed Evan, embarrassed, but he regained his composure as he shook Evan’s hand. Evan's eyes lingered on Barty’s rings as Barty noted her long fingers.
The blonde released Barty’s hand before sitting in a chair and gesturing Barty to the one meant for customers. "Have you been tattooed before?" asked Evan.
"Yes, " Barty replied, happy to talk. "I've gotten quite a few tattoos, but I've only just started getting my legs tattooed. This will be my first thigh tattoo."
Evan smiled well-mannerdly. "Well I'm honored to be your first.” Bary's mind flashed with fantasies of Evan fucking into him harshly, the brunette crying with pain as if it were his first time. Barty coughed and looked up to see Evan smirking.
"I’m assuming you know how the tattoo process goes, yes?" Bazy nodded, and Even said, "Alright, mind take your bottoms off for me, yeah love?"
Barty stood up and did as Evan said, a light pink coating his cheeks.
Barty examined Evan's face as she tried to confirm the placement and size of the snake tattoo that wrapped around his upper thigh, Barty nodding at everything he said.
Eventually it was time to prep the skin. Evan put on gloves before cleaning and shaving the area, but the heat transfering from Evan’s large hand to Barty’s thick thigh made him discreetly clench the chairs arm rests. After the tattooist was done and applied the stencil, he began tattooing.
Evan squeezed the flesh of Barty’s thigh when he pressed the needle down, and the brunette flinched, inhaling deeply. His hands tightened on the armrests suffocatingly. Evan looked up as if concerned, but he stared into Barty’s eyes knowingly and Barty flushed , suddenly feeling on display.
“You good?" asked Evan, and Barty let out a breathy Yeah before forming a false cocky smile.
Evan smiled back before squeezing Barty's thigh again and continuing working. Barty sat back and tried to pretend like the slight pain of the needle paired with Evan’s fingers on his skin were not affecting him at all