Ink Shop (With Story)

In the middle of a slow day at the Ink Masters, a downtown tattoo shop, three coworkers were in a heated argument. Sim, a dark skinned man with a vibrant purple mow hawk, and his coworker and pal, Alex, a light skinned community heart throb were trying to convince their fellow coworker that men could produce breath milk with enough stimulation.

The man being harassed was George, or Pillow Bo; PB for short. He was a tall heavy set mixed fellow that suffered from Gynecomastia; a condition in which a male will produce too much estrogen during puberty and develop a deposit of fat around their chest similar to a female growing breasts around that same age.

 Throughout his life, people would comment on his breasts and even poke at them to taunt him. At one point in his life, a group of guys held him down and took turns pulling on his nipples until he admitted that he had "bitch tits". By the end of it he was embarrassed not just because of what they did, but because his underwear was soaked with precum from the intense pleasure he refused to admit he felt during the altercation.

Sim: PB I swear we're not trying to bullshit you! I read somewhere online that all men can  produce breast milk. Like, it's an actual fact! You just need proper stimulation.

Alex: Yea, man. Its the same hormones and shit that women have.

PB: Okay, but even if it's true, why do you guys have to bring it up every other week?! I've lived with these for years, and I was on the wrestling team in high school. I'm sure at SOME point in time at least a drizzle of milk would've come out if all I needed was some damn stimulation. The guys on the team were rough as hell!

Alex: Nooooo! That's not it. You need a constant stimulation. Like with a breast pump or something. I can buy you one, if you're interested. Haha!

Sim: HAHAHA! You're such an asshole, Alex!

PB: No you're BOTH assholes. Haha! You two morons can both take turns sucking my dick. Or maybe my tits, since you cant keep them out of your mouths, anyway.

Sim: Okay then! Pull 'em out, big guy. You bad!

PB: PFFFFT! Y'all should know by now that I have no shame. I'm confident in my body. I don't care who sees. Shit, you two saw them during my pool party a few years ago. I wear them proudly as a big boy.

Alex: HA! Yea, okay. We're waiting, "Mr. Confident"

Without hesitation, Pillow Boy pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. He then began jumping up and down and twisting from side to side; his man boobs bouncing in every direction. At first he didn't notice, but his little joke was becoming more than that to his friends. One second they were laughing, and the next they were mesmerized by his large pink areolas. The light shining on them almost made them glisten like the tips of a baby bottle, and the two men were growing thirsty...

After a few seconds, Sim and Alex's eyes were glued like a hawk tracking its target. They slowly walked closer to PB and each grabbed the breast closest to them in mid air; eyes still pierced as they audibly swallowed a build up of saliva in their mouths.

PB: Wft! Let go of m-

PB Couldn't finish his sentence. A rush of electricity circulated throughout his body to quickly for him to process anything. It was as if he'd been hit with a sudden heatwave as his heart began to beat rapidly. His head began to tilt back, and he bit his lip harder and harder while groaning like a bear in heat, but once he got somewhat use to the stimulation, he began to look down at the source of his pleasure.

Each with a fist full of breast, his coworkers began to slowly swirl their thumbs around his areolas, and flick at his nipples like they were trying to flip a coin for a bet. With their free hands, they both unbuttoned PB's pants and puled them down to the point where they fell and hit the floor on their own. If not for them being so turned on, they would've been shocked to see that PB wasn't wearing any underwear, so his dick flung out and bounced until it settled in a rock hard position pointing forward like need on a compass. It was much larger than either expected from a guy of his size, and gushed out precum as it pulsated.

The sexual energy in the room was as thick a cloud of toxic fumes in an inferno. So much so that Sim and Alex had to get naked themselves and play with their dicks as they kept teasing their friends nipples.

PB: O-Okay fellas. Jokes over. I-I cant...I cant!..

PB tried to get his words out, but his breathing was starting to become far to heavy for him to form words in between each inhale and exhale.

Alex: Damn PB. I didn't know you had tits like this. We were drunk at your pool party, so tbh we thought we were seeing shit. Your nipples are so big and plump. All jokes aside, there's bound to be something in these things. You just need that stimulation. Seriously.

PB: Y-You're already st...stimul...la...ating me!

Sim: Nah you need more than just some fingers.

It took him a while, but PB figured out what Alex and Sim were planning to do next.

PB: No....no p-please. I know what you're thinking. Dont do th-

Before he could finish his plea, Alex and Sim squatted down and began nursing  PB's nipples. To say this was the best feeling he'd ever experienced in his life was an understatement. His body could only tense up, and shiver as he began to groan, moan, and whimper. At one point it was becoming overwhelming, so he attempted to push the two away, but this just upset them, and get them the idea to tie his hands to a pipe that was hanging  low from the ceiling; they wanted no interference. They two even gabbed two stools, so they could comfortably sit and suck vigorously to their hearts content.

Sim: I feel your body shaking. You wanna bust don't you? I'll get you there, don't worry. But don't I'll make sure I take my precious time.

Sim grabbed PB's dick and slowly stroked it, using PB's own precum as a lubricant. This sent him further away from the plain of reality into a dimension of pure ecstasy. He didn't know how much more he coud take, but at this point...the next few minutes were in their hands...