About Toy Box: Prince Albert

by Heidi Champa, Mike Shade, Lee Benoit
44 pages / 14000 words
ISBN-13: 978-1-60370-802-9
ISBN-10: 1-60370-802-2
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, epub, Sony-optimized pdf

How hot is a Prince Albert piercing? The PA Toy Box shows us just how amazing it can be.In Poking Holes by Heidi Champa, body piercer Sam finally gets the chance to give his favorite customer, Derek, the Prince Albert he's been talking about for months. Before the moment of truth, Derek wants to see Sam's P.A. up close and personal.

In Mike Shade's Ring of Pleasure, Giles, has waited patiently for Marshall's new piercing to heal. When they pass the six-week mark and Marshall seems oblivious, Giles has to wonder if he's ever going to get to feel that ring inside him. In Lee Benoit's Fiddler in the Buff, Preston springs for a penis piercing for Paulo's birthday. Before he can share the surprise, the retired Dom and his singing sub find themselves with an unexpected house-guest. Is the newcomer just a flirtatious diva, or do his come-ons spell danger for Paulo and Preston?

Sample

Poking Holes
by Heidi Champa

The autoclave room was unbearably hot. The fan in the wall was useless. It gave a constant anemic squeal, sucking in the humid air from outside and mixing it with the arid air inside. The room went from desert to swamp. Either way, my ass was sweaty.

As I bagged the dirty tools, I felt the droplets of sweat pour down my back. I flipped off another pair of latex gloves, sweat pooled at the fingertips. One landed with a splat on the floor, missing the overflowing trash can. The thought of bending over to reach for it was too much movement in the sticky, thick air. I resolved to get it later. I slipped the last set of pliers into the medical bag, sealing it tightly. Closing the autoclave, I set the timer. Bumping my hip into the swollen door, I finally felt some fresh air hitting my face. My relief was short lived.

“Sam, you have a customer.” Becky’s voice came lilting through the hallway, but even her sweet tones irritated me.

I peered at the front of the shop, and I saw him. Derek. I smiled as I mopped the sweat from my forehead with a thin, scratchy brown paper towel. It had been weeks since I’d seen him, but I’d known he’d be back. I walked to the front of the store, letting the air conditioning hit me full in the face. Derek turned when he saw me, pushing his glasses up his thin nose. His eyebrow piercing had healed nicely. No scarring, no keloids.

He was my ultimate project. When he'd walked in two years ago, he was a blank slate. He’d never even had a terrible high school ear piercing. Staring into the jewelry display, he'd looked up at me timidly and announced he wanted his tongue pierced. I stared at his nervous eyes.

“Are you sure about that? It’s kind of serious for the first time.”

“I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it for weeks. I heard you’re the best.” When he said it, he looked away shyly. His glasses were smudged and sat slightly crooked on his face. But through them were shiny blue eyes, framed by thick black brows.

“Well, okay then. Why don’t I walk you through the whole process?”

“That sounds great. Do you think before we get started I could take a look at your autoclave?”

I was taken aback by his request. It was one of those things every pamphlet said to do, but no one ever did. I happily walked him into the converted supply closet and showed him all the equipment. The tiny room was always hot, and in the cramped space we were nearly touching. I could feel his breath on my neck as he peered at the ultrasonic cleaner over my shoulder. I tried to turn around without causing too much contact, but we brushed arms in the minimal space. We stood face to face, almost too close for me to focus on his eyes.

“So, that’s about it.”