"Now my slave, stand up and follow me", Darren says in an imperative tone. Unable to resist, you do as your told.
"Now part of my ideal bear lover is that he must not only be hairy and hung, he must have a few piercing. Nothing too overt, but some metal in a few strange places will up your sexiness."
You follow your captor, fuming at him in your mind. "How can he do this? Once the magic fades I'm going to throw this crap away and expose you as the perverted deviant you are!" Your mind continues to hurl insults at Darren, both at him and some of his ancestors, but your mouth says nothing.
He guides you down an alley toward a small shop. "Bad Newz: Tattoos, Piercings, and other adult novelties. Taking you in through the door, a man nearly as huge as you grunts a welcome.
"Don't get too many of you yuppies in here." he states gruffly.
Darren speaks next, "Yes, my friend here would like some things pierced."
"Okay, what does the gentleman prefer?"
Darren answers, "He'd like both nipples pierced with thick rings, and uh.. a piercing for the scrotum."
"His ball sack you mean? Fine, whatever, you got the cash, I got the metal."
Darren gives the man a wad of bills and tells him to make sure he uses the top quality stuff. "Go ahead and let him do his job" Darren says to you.
Taking you into the back room, the guy tries to start as best a conversation he can when he's handling another man's goody bag. "So, don't talk much then, do ya? Yeah, I'd be tight-lipped too if I was pallin' around with a twink like that. Good, keep up your dignity. Now drop trou."
You obey and go along with the procedure. A local anesthetic and a sharp pain later, a heavy silver ring hangs from your loins. Another short series of pinches later and you pecs now have thick steel rings hanging from your nipples.
"Okay, done. Get your pants back on and try not to split that bossy puke in two when you, well, do whatever it is you plan to do."
Darren walks is, "He's done? Good, let's get going. We have so much more to do tonight."
You follow your tormentor outside, trying to get enough control of your body back to get help. You can't break the mental bonds and walk outside, leather and metal rubbing against your skin.