Garden Art Pt. 03

And with that, he stepped out of the room, closing the door.

At the mention of the flight, Mark immediately pictured airport security inspecting him and his new, permanent jewelry. I won't be able to fly commercial, anywhere! And he followed up that concern with several others. No sex, at the forefront. Clothes. Swimming. No sex. Doctor's visits and hospital emergency rooms. And no sex!

His mind was in a whirlwind, until Garden snapped him out of it. "Mark, what did they do to you?" She asked, concerned and fearful.

He stammered, and his hand slipped down to his crotch.

"Let me see." She said, reaching for his belt.

"Wait. In a minute. What did they do to you?" He finally got his voice working, and his mind too.

Garden realized that she was standing there, still in her Burka and Niqab. She quickly pulled the damned things off and stood in front of him wonderfully nude once again.

And his cock got hard, and it hurt! He grabbed it through his pants and moaned.

She gave him a sympathetic look. "They put everything back the way it was. Including my collar. And this time, I have no choice but to leave it all in place."

He realized immediately that's what she was hinting at when they met back in the clinic.

"It's going to make it more difficult for you to move around in public." Mark said sadly.

"Yes. No matter what I wear, they'll certainly see my face, and it will be hard to hide the collar, too." And her tone matched his. Maintaining a normal life would be difficult. And they couldn't dare make any changes, that would make things easier for her.

They hugged and consoled each other for a while, before Garden backed away. "Okay, show me what they did to you." She wasn't sure if she really wanted to know; terrified that her first guess had been correct.

Mark sighed, and slowly began stripping off his clothes.

Garden couldn't help but gasp when she first saw his poor cock. It was stretched down, pulled by the weight of the huge ring that pierced it, and the bell, just like hers, that dangled from it. But she was relieved, too.

He stood quietly as she knelt down in front of him. Sighing, she gently reached up and cupping the bell in her hand lifted it and the ring, just a bit.

"I've never seen a piercing like this." She said, softly.

"I've heard about them. They call it a 'Prince Albert' or a 'PA'.

"Will you be able to pee?"

"I should be able to. But I'm afraid it will get messy. I'll probably have to sit down."

He shook his head sadly. No more peeing like a guy for him. And a constant worry about his ring and bell getting in the way, or showing beneath his pants.

Then the thought occurred to him.

"Damn, when I sit to pee, I'll have to hold it out of the way so the bell won't dip into the water."

"Yes, that's something I have to worry about too." Garden said, gloomily. She released his bell, and went to stand, but she wasn't gentle enough and Mark groaned and reached down to hold himself.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, lover." Garden said.

"That's okay. I'm still very sore. And according to the doctor, I will be for a while. No sex for me."

But as he said it, he realized, that it wasn't actually a temporary situation. And he dropped down to sit on the bed.

"Honey, with this thing in my cock, you realize, we won't ever be able to have sex again." He said, quietly. He looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "The ring and the bell won't fit inside you."

"Oh God, Mark. That's why? That's the Prince's real punishment?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry."

That was the last straw for both of them. She sat down next to him and they held each other as they cried over their plight.

Eventually they settled down and climbed up, to crawl under the covers, they hadn't slept much at all, while they waited for the Prince's verdict, and they were so exhausted they quickly passed out in each other's arms. They slept for quite a while before hunger and their need to use the bathroom got them stirring.

As they moved to get dressed, their bells jingled in unison. Garden, used to hers, chuckled mirthlessly. "Well now we'll both be jingling."

"Yah, great." Mark said as he headed for the bathroom. And his first attempt at emptying his bladder.

It was just as much trouble as he had expected. He got pee on his hands as he tried to hold the bell and ring out of the way. And the urine passing through his penis, past the new piercing burned.

"How was it?" Garden asked as she slid in as he was coming out. She too had to use the plumbing.

"Difficult." He mumbled.

He also found that wearing his usual jockey shorts was difficult and uncomfortable; even painful. The ring tended to twist his cock as the tight underwear held it firmly to his body, and the bell poked him in the balls when he moved around or sat down.

When, frustrated, he took them off, and allowed himself to hang down a pantleg, his bell dinged, and slapped his inner thigh when he moved. How in the hell could he live like this? Damn!

They sat quietly, lost in their own miserable thoughts as they ate a room service meal. The food was delicious, as was the wine, but they were in no mood to enjoy it.

"You know, when I first saw you on the way out of the clinic, I thought that they might have cut of your balls, or even your dick." Garden said, at one point.

Mark moaned. "Really? You thought they might have made me a eunuch? I thought that only happened in fantasy books."

"Ah, no. They do still create eunuchs. But not usually as a punishment."

He sighed, "I'd never considered that a possibility." Then he laughed unenthusiastically. "I guess I'm lucky in that regard."

"We're lucky." Garden said, as she went back to her meal.

Neither of them wanted to continue with that line of thought.

They slept poorly that night. Mark was constantly having to deal with his ring and bell. It was difficult to get comfortable. And he was constantly holding himself. A humiliating activity. Garden was used to her jewelry, so it didn't bother her all that much, although she wasn't happy to have it all back in place. She was more upset about the future of their sex life, and those worries kept her awake.

We'll both be able to orgasm, she thought. We can use our mouths, tongues and fingers on each other. But I'll never again be able to feel him inside me. And that recognition started her crying.

The flight home was uneventful. Jerry seemed to understand that something unpleasant had happened, and he left the two of them alone for the duration.

They dozed most of the way. Unable and unwilling to discuss what they'd just been thru and what it meant for their future.

When they finally walked through their front door, they were both still upset and exhausted, but they were relieved to be back safe and mostly sound, in their home.

By mutual agreement they both stripped down and jumped into the shower, together. They stayed in there, washing and caressing and examining each other until they ran out of hot water.

Mark had a difficult time. His cock kept trying to get hard, but the ring and bell, and the lingering pain from the piercing always got in the way.

Garden was also distracted and disheartened, in part because she was back to where she started. The return of the collar, the chains brushing her cheeks, the large septum ring, and the chain between her nipples, all depressed her.

After their shower, they passed out in the bed. And this time they were able to sleep soundly.

It was more than two weeks later when Mark concluded that his cock had healed sufficiently to allow him to enjoy some sex again. No fucking, damn it, but he would be able to cum.

They'd been avoiding making love, while he healed, and also while they got over the trauma of their enforced trip to the Prince's palace.

They'd also avoided going out. Neither of them was enthralled with the idea of being on display with their decorations. Garden's fully back in place, and Mark distorting his pants. And jingling!

But they decided that they couldn't hold off forever, and that a celebration of some sort (they still had their heads, after all), was in order so Mark once again made reservations at his favorite place, for a nice dinner, before they would return to their bed and try to truly enjoy themselves.

Clothing was difficult as they both had to figure out how they could dress for a public setting, overburdened with their obvious jewelry.

Kelly gave up on any attempt to hide her collar, and her facial jewelry would have to stay on display, no matter what she wore. And she'd have to get used to her big nipple rings and the connecting chain also pushing their profiles out from beneath her dresses and tops. The chain prevented her from wearing a normal bra, too.

She also realized, that with all of that jewelry back in place, the stories about how her body decorations came about, would no longer work. All of Mark's friends, now her friends, would see her and be confused as to why she was now more freaky than ever. Damn!

Kelly spent far longer than normal, getting ready, while Mark waited patiently in the living room. He wore a pair of loose boxer shorts and an unusually baggy pair of slacks. It was the best he could do, and the combination didn't pinch, and only occasionally showed an unsightly lump at his crotch. He had tried to silence his bell, but his attempts had either failed to eliminate the jingle, or had added unwanted weight.

When Kelly finally joined him, he could tell that she was unhappy. And he understood. Her collar was clearly on display, and it did look obviously like a slave collar, and her nipple rings were easily visible beneath her top. Anyone who looked closely would see their outline, and where she was concerned, everyone always looked.

But, also like everyone, he couldn't help himself. He got hard, and that pushed his pants out, and that was humiliating. Without even looking, he was certain that the outline of his own ring was on display.

"We make a hell of a pair, don't we?" He said sadly, shaking his head.

Kelly, chuckled sadly, "We sure do."

But then she noticed the big bulge in his pants and she laughed. "Well, you seem to like my look."

He blushed. "Kelly, my love, I can't help it." Then looking down, he mumbled, "how embarrassing."

She stepped up and hugged him. "You might as well just call me Garden. I'm used to it, and now that all of the jewelry is back, I'm more Garden than Kelly."

"I'm sorry. I really wanted to forget your days as Garden, calling you Kelly helped me and I hoped it would help you too."

"It did help, before the Prince intervened. But now, I'm Garden again." She said sadly.

"All right."

Their dinner out was a mixed bag. Some good and some bad.

As expected, Garden drew everyone's attention. More than before. With her collar, facial jewelry and the outlines of her nipple jewelry, too, the reactions were more pronounced, more vulgar and often just plain mean. Even though they ate at an upscale restaurant. The people around them didn't hold back.

Mark was only a little relieved, as the attention that Garden garnered, drew all interest away from him. He only observed a couple of clowns staring at him. They were clearly wondering what he saw in her, or more likely what she saw in him. But they didn't seem to pay attention to his crotch.

Once settled at their table they both did the best they could to ignore the stares and whispered comments, obviously centered on them -- Garden in particular.

Once seated, Mark was no longer worried about his pants. While Garden did her best to ignore the stares and remarks. But she found it more difficult than before.

They were able to enjoy themselves. Until, that is, some drunken fool staggered over and began harassing Garden. As soon as the asshole stepped up to their table, Mark knew that he was trouble, so he stood to intervene, but the clown was too drunk to take the hint, and back off.

It turned into a big scene, with the restaurant staff eventually hauling the guy off, and throwing him out.

The manager then returned to apologize and offer to comp their meal. Mark though, graciously refused, and paid their bill before they left. The event ruined their semi-pleasant evening, and it got worse when they walked out the door into the parking lot.

There they found the drunk still hanging around. And he was cursing them and heading in their direction just as the police pulled up. Picking up on the situation, they quickly grabbed the drunken trouble-maker and hauled him off, but not before he had caused a huge scene, drawing even more attention to Garden, from passersby.

As the two of them were making their way to the car, having escaped from the fool, Mark glanced back at the restaurant's door and spotted Jennifer, standing in the doorway. She waved, and he smiled and waved back, realizing that they owed the timely appearance of the cops to her.

Quickly, they jumped into Mark's car and they sped off as soon as they could get past the small crowd of gawkers.

"Is it always going to be that bad?" Garden stuttered, crying quietly in her seat next to him.

"Oh, lover, he was just a drunken asshole. I'm sure it won't be like that."

"God, I hope not."

"And, besides, I have the time to get back to my Karate practice, so I'll be ready to kick anyone's ass who bothers you." He said with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh really? You're already my rescuer. You'll also be my protector?" she said with a chuckle of her own.

Hearing her, Mark was pleased that his little joke had worked.

"Absolutely."

"But, what about your bell?". And she added a derisive but sad laugh.

Her reminder, hit him hard. He had forgotten about the damn bell hanging from his poor cock. The cursed thing would pull and jingle on him, if he tried to get physical. How could he hide that? Shit!

They rode home quietly after that, both of them depressed.

As they arrived home, though, Garden grabbed him, just inside the door, and she hugged and kissed him passionately, her nose ring pushed up hard against his upper lip, and he liked it. And his cock got hard. It quickly became uncomfortable as it was cramped by his pants.

When she broke the kiss, she whispered lovingly. "This is supposed to be a celebration. I want sex, and I know you do too, so let's forget the assholes of the world and get into bed."

"Sounds like a great idea!"

They hurriedly stripped as they trotted down the hall to their bedroom.

Once inside, Mark grabbed his lover before she could jump onto the bed. "Wait, please, I want to hold you and admire you. I do love your body, you know. I've loved it from the moment I first saw you."

He held her at arms-length, and then lifting one of her arms up, he had her do a twirl. And she giggled, delightedly and her bell jingled happily. She did love being admired by the one she truly loved.

"Even like this? Like the Prince's slave-girl, Garden?"

"This is how I first saw you. And now that you're my girl. I love you even more."

Garden was relieved. She knew that as long as he loved her, she could live with her decorations, and put up with the assholes.

She smiled, delightfully, "okay, I've been stared at enough tonight. Now I want to see what I can do with that cock of yours." And she pulled him onto the bed with her.

They kissed for a while, and Mark toyed with her nose ring with his lips and tongue, while his hands found her breasts and their big rings, and the handy connecting chain.

Then, though, she pulled away and slithered down his body and between his legs. There she began examining his ringed and belled cock.

"I need to study this, like you studied me." She said as she held him.

"There's not nearly as much to see, and it's not as pretty, by far." He sighed, sadly.

"Oh, I don't know. It's certainly unique. Just like me."

And she hooked a couple of fingers through the ring and holding it up, she jingled his bell with her other hand.

The move sent tiny vibrations to his hard cock, that actually felt good, and he sighed, and laid back onto the pillow, moaning quietly in pleasure. It was the nicest feeling he'd had from his poor cock, since their trip to the palace.

She then began licking and kissing his cock and its ring. While still holding it with the one hand she moved her other to his balls and cupped and gently massaged them.

He groaned. He hadn't cum since before he was pierced and ringed.

As she began feeling him pulsing, she shifted her mouth to the head, wrapping her lips around where the ring passed through. And with some careful sucking and licking she brought him off, and caught most of his cum in her mouth.

While he was finishing, she again used her free hand to jingle his bell, tapping it with a couple of fingers. It rang happily and again sent exciting vibrations into his dick.

It felt wonderful. All of it. And he was so very relieved, that he groaned, and then whispered. "Oh, thank you, lover, that felt fantastic."

She pulled off of him for a minute. "I'm glad. You can still enjoy sex."

Then she resumed licking him as he slowly deflated. It made him squirm and as she continued to jingle his bell, he moaned, and sighed, and even giggled, happily.

After he had calmed down, they switched places and roles, and he applied his hands, fingers and mouth to her.

She always enjoyed it when he ate her. The men in the palace had never done that, and she'd only ever enjoyed that flavor of sex from a few other girls in the harem. When Mark had first started giving her orgasms orally, she'd been delighted, although she really enjoyed fucking more. It meant so much more, and felt so much better when she had her lover inside her.

Now, she knew that this was the best she would have, and she was okay with that.

Mark brought her to two fantastic orgasms, before they collapsed, together onto the bed. In between he had spent a considerable amount of time just playing with her bell and rings, and her own bell gave her those special feelings that only it could.

Cuddling together afterwards, Garden sighed. "That was lovely."

"Yes, but not as good as real sex," he said, and she could tell that he was not fully satisfied. Still dejected by his punished cock.

"I'm sorry lover, but we both got our orgasms." Then she started giggling, and confused, he looked at her. She was just able to add, "and we both still have our heads," before breaking into laughter.

He couldn't help but join her. "You're right, there is that, and I still have my balls too." he said, between laughs.

As they settled down to sleep, he decided that she was right. Things could be worse. The Prince could easily have ended them. Or sent him back home alone, and just returned Garden to his harem.

They'd have to make this work.

The next couple of weeks were spent quietly. Neither of them felt like being social. They discussed how they might explain Garden's jewelry to their friends and acquaintances, but couldn't come up with a story that would make sense, based on what they'd already said. It was certainly a little much for Cosplay, and supposedly she had moved on from that.

Mark was also worried about having to explain the strange bulge that was occasionally visible in his pants, not to mention the jingle of his bell.

With those worries, and their lack of solutions, they stayed away from their friends, and only occasionally went out for errands, dinner or entertainment.

When they did, it was always the same story -- uncomfortable attention from the people around them.

At home it was a good as ever, save for the lack of straight sex.

They still made love often, and with the passion of two people who adored each other. Garden learned to enjoy sucking on Mark's ring and playing with his bell.

They found that despite the piercing, he could still use the tip of his cock from behind - doggie style, not to penetrate, but to rub and massage her clit. She was able to get off that way, and the jangling of their two bells as they screwed in that position, often got them giggling and laughing, together.