t4t piercing story idk

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Summary: Agender dom gives zir transman sub a piercing to symbolize zir ownership.

Content warnings: Visceral and probably very inaccurate depiction of a nipple being pierced. Very slight sexual content. Calling the dom “Daddy” (no ageplay). Themes of ownership and marking.

If you’re going to complain about the neopronouns or about trans people in general, then just move along, this story isn’t for you.

Dedicated to LB 💜

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Jason takes a few deep breaths, feeling the cool sensation of the wooden chair against the bare skin of his back, and the gentle press of the cotton ropes crisscrossing his chest. His eyes open at the snap of a latex glove.

Soo Jin stands before him putting on zir gloves, hair tied neatly back. To his side, an array of implements are spread over a tray on the dining table: rubbing alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs, spare gloves, ***ps, gauze, tape, and of course, the barbell piercing and the needle in its sterile packaging. The empty laundry detergent bottle that Jason uses to dispose of his testosterone needles also sits nearby on the table.

Careful to keep zir hands down at zir sides to keep the gloves clean, Soo Jin leans in to place a kiss on Jason's forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"I still wish you'd do it while you're inside me instead," Jason sighs.

Soo Jin clicks zir tongue. "Absolutely not. The last thing I need is you writhing around while I'm trying to find the right spot."

"Even with me tied down like this?"

"No. Still too risky."

"So it's like a game of skill! Take it as a challenge."

Soo Jin rolls zir eyes. "Bitch, I will gag you if you don't shut your mouth." Jason just whines in response. "Besides..." Soo Jin leans in close to his ear, breathing heavily against him. "I'm already going to be penetrating you with my needle. Is that not enough?"

Jason grins wide. "Come on, you know me better than that. Nothing you put inside me is ever enough for me."

"Greedy little brat," Soo Jin mutters, turning zir attention to the table instead. Ze starts to pick up the alcohol, but sets it back down and turns back to face Jason.

"Let's just loosen things up first, shall we?"

Ze takes Jason's right nipple between zir gloved fingers, massaging the delicate skin and rolling it between zir fingertips, tracing lightly around his areola and over the scar from his top surgery, then alternating with a firmer pinch. Jason whines pitifully, and tries to buck his hips, though the ropes keep him firmly in place against the chair.

"My, quite a response already," Soo Jin teases. "Sensitive, aren't you? Just wait until you have something in here for me to tug on."

"Please, Daddy..." Jason murmurs, unable to muster any more words.

By the time Soo Jin is done, Jason's nipple stands flushed and erect out from his chest. It takes all of Soo Jin's restraint to resist the urge to lean down and bite it.

Ze keeps zir focus on the task at hand, though, and picks up the rubbing alcohol once again. Ze decants a bit onto a cotton swab, and then takes to wiping down the same area of Jason's chest that ze just stimulated. He winces a little at the cold feel of the alcohol.

"Almost done with the preparations. Are you ready?"

Jason takes a deep breath. "Yeah. Keep going."

"That's my good boy." Once again ze kisses his head without touching him with zir hands. "I'm going to open up the needle now."

First ze uncaps the barbell piercing. Then ze does as ze says, ***ling back the paper wrapping around the single piercing needle. Ze carefully threads the barbell onto the back end of the needle. Then, finally, ze turns back to Jason, holding out the needle for him to inspect.

"It's 14 gauge, same as your belly button, but there are more nerves in your nipple of course."

"It's fine," Jason insists. "That's barely bigger than my T needles."

"It will absolutely hurt more than a shot in the thigh, hon."

"It's fine, god, just do it already."

"And you're sure you want me to mark you like this?" Soo Jin whispers into his ear. "You want to feel it inside your body every day and remember that you belong to me?"

"Fuck," Jason mutters. He locks eyes with Soo Jin. "Daddy please, I want it so bad. Mark me as yours."

The devotion in his eyes makes Soo Jin's heart skip a beat. Ze pauses zir preparations to take Jason's lips in a slow kiss.

"Alright then. It's time."

Jason watches with awe as Soo Jin feels around his nipple and tries to line up the needle, intense focus in zir eyes.

"And... got it. Okay, here goes."

Jason sucks in a sharp breath as the needle enters. He flinches slightly, but the ropes keep him held securely in place against the back of the chair. The needle exits swiftly and cleanly, though, and it's replaced by the barbell before he knows it.

"There. Almost done." Soo Jin doesn't look up at him as ze speaks, remaining focused on removing the used needle from the piercing. Ze deposits the needle into Jason's sharps container, prepares another cotton ball with alcohol, and swabs the area again. This time Jason cringes as the alcohol comes into contact with the raw wound.

Soo Jin pauses to look up at him. "Well? What do you think?"

Jason stares down at the metal embedded in his chest, mesmerized. "It's... wow."

Soo Jin cups his chin, still wearing the gloves, and tilts his gaze to meet zir own. "What do you say?"

Jason gulps, and softly murmurs, "Thank you, Daddy."

"Good boy. Does it hurt?"

"A little," he shrugs.

"Do you want me to make it hurt more?" Soo Jin whispers against his ear. Ze can see his chest rise and fall as he starts to breathe heavier. Ze lets him stew in anticipation for a moment, dancing fingertips lightly across his chest without touching the newly pierced nipple, then ze draws back and giggles. "Just kidding."

"Fuck you," Jason whines half-heartedly.

Soo Jin clicks zir tongue. "I'd watch my tone if I were you. I have more needles, and you're still tied to a chair."

"Just one last thing," Soo Jin murmurs, and tapes a square of gauze over the new piercing.

"Huh? You have to cover it up, really?"

"Normally, no. But you, my little ADHD gremlin"--ze bops him on the nose with zir index finger--"I know that you'll fidget with it if you leave it uncovered, and probably get it infected."

Jason pouts indignantly, but he can't really argue the point. Reluctantly, he sighs, "Thanks I guess."

Soo Jin, occupied with disposing of zir latex gloves, arches an eyebrow. "Now what did I say about your tone?"

Jason gives a heavy sigh and then continues dramatically, "Thank you, Daddy, for protecting your dumb bitch of a fucktoy from my own foolishness."

They look at each other and both break into a fit of giggles. For a long moment, they keep staring, until Soo Jin grabs Jason by the hair and tilts his head back against the chair. He yelps in surprise, but it's quickly smothered by Soo Jin leaning over him for a deep kiss.

As the kiss grows in intensity, Jason whimpering into Soo Jin's lips, Soo Jin traces a hand down his chest, brushing over the ropes, and then further down, tucking under the waistband of his boxers. This only makes him writhe against his restraints all the more. When Soo Jin begins prodding fingertips between his folds, he grows even more restless, letting out muffled moans and trying desperately to rock his hips into zir hand.

Soo Jin breaks the kiss, grinning.

"Ha. I knew it. What got you hard--the ***, or being marked as my property?"

For a moment Jason just pants, trying to catch his breath. "...Daddy's property..." he echoes quietly, with awe.

"That's right," Soo Jin murmurs, gently tracing the edge of the gauze on his chest. "Now you'll never forget that you belong to me."

Ze leans down to place a soft kiss over the gauze, and then another on Jason's lips.

"Come on," Jason whines, "Get me off this chair already and fuck me."