The young man hissed in pain as a quick lash split the skin above one pierced nipple. The long cut closed rapidly leaving just the line of blood behind on his skin as though someone had drawn a line on him with a leaking fountain pen dipped in red ink.
"Oh come now. You mutilate yourself for the merest adornment and can't learn to appreciate pain for pleasure?"
A hand wearing a fingerless glove pulled at the ring, just a quick jerk before wiping up the blood with a finger that caressed across the now healed injury.
Walter brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean. He looked down at the young man who bore an unfortunate resemblance to Jan Valentine and smiled. One of the advantages of the new life Millennium had given him was the opportunity to revisit old hobbies.
Requested by Oscar Rose, who wanted to see Walter and Jan Valentine together. I fudged a little.