A bad evening spent breaking up with his lover finds Tom at Tattoo 804 moments before the parlor is about to close. The only artist is Rist, a strange guy with a fetish for vampires who agrees to ink Tom after hours.<br><br>What begins as a simple procedure turns erotic when Rist notices how hard Tom is for him. They get it on right there in the tattoo chair, giving into their primal desires. But when their tryst takes an unusual turn, Tom wonders if Rist is just into a little blood play ... or if he isn't one of the undead himself.

Inked in Blood

But instead of the A&D ointment, he picked up the tattoo gun instead. With a flick of his thumb, the machine buzzed to life in his hands. I felt its vibrations through his body and down my dick as the entire chair shook beneath us. I tried to keep my voice even, but it trembled slightly when I asked, “What are you doing?”


He ground his hips into me, jolting my stiff cock. “Inking you. That’s why you’re here, right?”


I watched him reach for a small spritz bottle of green surgical soap. “You’re kidding. Now?”


He squirted the bottle, dispensing cool spray against my heated skin. “Hold still,” he said.


Chapter 7