The nipple rings were circles of heavy gauge stainless steel, thick as a pencil with a steel bead at the bottom of each. They were threaded through the base of the nipples, with the beads centered directly below them. They forced the nipple to stand erect. The aureoles surrounding the nipples were large for a man, and dark. The rings gleamed against them, and the beads caught the light as the heavily muscled dancer surprisingly flowed from one movement to the next on the stage. As his arms rose and fell, his pecs flexed and relaxed. The rings moved--closer together, further apart, up, down. Slow undulations of flesh and light.
The Asian bodybuilder/dancer's exertions on the stage had no apparent impact on him. His gaze was inward, away from the crowd surrounding the platform on which he danced. He was distant, in a separate place. Each scallop of the muscled dancer's roidgutted abs stood out, and his thighs and calves were defined, full and rounded. His enormous biceps bunched and rose and fell with every movement of his muscular arms. As he rotated on the platform, his back and ass came into view. Vas waited impatiently until the dancer again faced him. His eyes focused on the chest. The dancer's pecs were heavy and sharply defined, with the thick, inch long nipples close to the edges of the outer curves, the steel rings that pierced them accentuating every movement of the dancer's body.
"Look at the nipples on that one."
"Nice. Bet you'd love to get your hands on those."
"My mouth is more like it."
The voices came from directly behind Vas. Soft voices, barely audible above the noise of the crowd, almost as if the conversation was taking place in his mind. The two men had to be standing right next to him. The massively muscled dancer stopped turning and moved in place facing Vas.
"Look at the way the bead shines in the light. It's like it's the only thing in the room."
"It's hard to focus on it. He's moving about so much."
"Just let your gaze soften. Don't try to stare directly at it. Just let it fill your vision."
"Don't think about it. Let your mind empty of all thought except the ring and the light on the bead."
"Just relax your eyes. Enjoy the light. Experience the light."
"It feels so good to relax. It feels so good to watch the ring and the light on the bead and just relax."
The voices droned on in Vas' mind, repeating the same messages over and over. Relax. Enjoy. Feels so good. Experience the light. Relax. The noise and heat of the crowd faded away. People walked around Vas, occasionally bumping into him. His gaze never waivered. There was only the bodybuilder/dancer. Only the voices. Someone handed him a drink. He absent-mindedly raised it to his lips and drank.
"All of it. Drink all of it," insisted the voices.
Vas tilted the glass back and drained the contents. He didn't even notice when the glass was removed from his hand. He couldn't take his eyes off the dancer.
"Your nipples are so sensitive. When we touch your nipples, you feel so much pleasure. More pleasure than you have ever felt in your life."
One of the men standing behind him wrapped his arms around Vas' chest and began gently stroking his nipples with his fingertips.
"Focus on your nipples. Only on your nipples."
The man holding Vas began to sway gently, matching his movements to those of the bodybuilder on the stage. Vas relaxed into the circle of the man's arms and let himself be moved back and forth. It felt so warm and safe and comfortable to be held in those strong arms, to be pulled back against the man's body, to feel the man's breath against his neck as he spoke. The man's fingers stroked Vas' nipples through the thin fabric of his T-shirt. The other people in the room disappeared from Vas' consciousness. There was only the man whispering in his ear, guiding him closer to the dancer, his body pressed against Vas' back. There was only the Asian bodybuilder dancing on stage, only his huge nipples and rings gleaming in the dark room. There was only the pleasure that began at Vas' nipples and spread outward through his body. The warm, languid pleasure that made his arms and legs feel so tired and heavy, the warm, languid pleasure that made his mind feel so open and relaxed. He didn't want to think any more, he couldn't think any more. All he could do was listen to the man's voice inside his head and focus on the dancer's nipples as the dancer backed away, offstage, and the man and Vas followed him down the corridor and into the room at the end.
The man guides Vas closer and closer to the bodybuilder. He speaks, and Vas' mouth opens. Vas brushes the tip of his tongue against one of the Asian bodybuilder's nipples. He licks it, feeling the flesh of the nipple yield slightly and the steel ring press into his lips. He gradually draws the nipple into his mouth and lets his teeth rake gently over it, not enough to hurt, just enough to send a sharp electric thrill of pleasure running through his mind. The nipple stiffens, and he sucks it into his mouth, licking it now, harder and harder. He seeks out the other nipple with his fingers, rubbing it gently between them at first, and then tugging on it, arousing himself with the alternation of caresses and pinches. The man presses him into the bodybuilder. The man and the bodybuilder/dancer wrap their arms around each other, containing Vas between the two of them, their nude bodies surrounding his naked flesh and heating it with their own heat. The bodybuilder moves slowly, and slowly Vas begins to move in time with him, matching his own movements to those of the bodybuilder/dancer and the man, their sweat-lubricated bodies gliding over one another. Vas' mind grows blank. His flesh is more alive than it has ever been. Each movement of the others against his body makes him feel weaker and weaker. His will has been taken away from him. The voice inside his head tells him what to do, and he does it. For him, there is nothing but the voice in his head and the bodies. The man lowers Vas onto the floor. The bodybuilder kneels over Vas' hips and slowly impales himself on Vas' cock. He continues to dance, rising and falling with the rhythm of the music, as he takes Vas' cock within himself.
"Focus on the nipple rings," says the voice inside Vas' head. "There is nothing but the rings. Their motion is your motion."
The nipple rings gleam in the dark room. The eyes of the man on the floor follow their every movement, as the pleasure swells within his body. Every movement of the dancer doubles the hot pleasure within his mind and fills him with submission. The bodybuilder/dancer holds out two rings, rings identical to the ones that pierce his own nipples. The man on the floor takes the bodybuilder's hands and guides them toward his own nipples. When the metal rings touch them, he moans with desire. Behind him, the third man holds up a gleaming needle and then gently pinches the right nipple until it stands erect. He inserts the needle, piercing the nipple, and threading a ring through it. The man on the floor cries out as a hot bolt of pain and pleasure passes through his nipple. He groans again when the dancer screws the bead into place closing the ring. His gaze remains fixed on the bodybuilder/dancer's nipples. His mind is empty of all thought. He is nothing but desire, his body held just at orgasm, a tidal wave of pleasure reverberating in his mind and engulfing his body, destroying his old self. When the needle pierces his left nipple, his body becomes rigid. The ring flows through his nipple and his mind. Only the rings matter to him now. The bodybuilder/dancer slowly screws the bead into place. Each movement of the bead and the ring pulsate through the man's body. When the circle is complete, his cock thrusts upward into the bodybuilder and ignites in orgasm.
The two muscular dancers on the small stage wear only matching g-strings and matching nipple rings. The beat of the music makes the rings vibrate, and they automatically adjust their movements to match the vibrations of the rings. Their eyes are blank, and they seem oblivious to the audience. Yet the audience is not oblivious to them. They stare. The smell of their desire thickens the air in the bar. Their breathing becomes harsh. Groans rise from deep within their bodies. Their eyes focus on the gleaming beads beneath the nipples, following their every movement with their eyes. To the right, the left, up, down. The undulations of light drawing them in, arousing them, emptying their minds and filling them with longing. Their tongues flick out and lick their lips, each of them wanting to take a nipple between his lips and feel the body-hot metal of the ring burning his mouth.
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