...a pair of nipple piercings. They looked like simple metallic bars with a small steel bead on each tip, and they were inside a tiny plastic bag, along with a folded piece of simple white paper.
"Are you serious, dude?", Jake asked his bro, an eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "Those things are lame".
Derek shrugged. "I dunno... They're just, like... calling me". He was handling the plastic bag, his eyes wide with excitement. "Like I can feel their warmth through the plastic... God, I can't wait to wear
them".
Jake nodded. He had felt the same about the smelly sneakers, after all. "If you like them, that's fine to me. The only thing that I want is for you to be happy, dude". The way he was starting to feel about Derek was more than just physical attraction, now that they were on the same level thanks to the skater shoes; it was like they were... bound to each other on a deep level, in a sense.
"Thanks, bro", Derek said earnestly, before kissing his lover on the lips. "Okay, so where's that Change Room that dude was talking about?".
"Oh, yeah. Follow me".
A minute later, the two skater jocks were in the spacious room, and Derek was opening the plastic bag with slightly trembling fingers. The piece of paper fell on the ground, and Jake reached for it. Apply to the nipple and let it act, it was the only thing written on it. "Well, it certainly makes things easier", Derek commented while peeling off his t-shirt and revealing his sculpted, flawless physique. He sat on a wide sofa placed in a corner of the room, striking a seductive pose. "Would you like to do the honor, dude?", he asked to Jake.
The other skater grinned. "Sure thing, bro", he said while fishing out one of the piercing from the bag. He held the little metal bar a mere couple of inches from his lover's nipple. "Ready?".
Derek smiled. "Never been more ready". And so, Jake pressed the stud against his left nipple; the piercing, under his fingers, seemingly molded with Derek's skin, embedding itself in the nipple like it had always been there. "So... Is that all?", Derek asked, looking puzzled at his now pierced chest. "Nothing else?".
Jake shrugged. "Dunno, bro, the paper doesn't say anything about the...", but what he was going to say was cut short by a moan of pure pleasure escaping from Derek's lips. "God, dude...", he managed to say, his hands clutched against the leather covering of the sofa. "This is so fucking intense...". Jake could see the beefy arms and pecs of his lover becoming smaller, losing some mass but with an increase in tone and definition; he was now sporting the perfect swimmer's build. That was, however, the least radical change Derek's body was experiencing.
With ever increasing marvel, Jake stared at his friend, his mouth wide open: all over Derek's body flowers of black and colored ink were blooming, covering every inch of his skin below his neck with geometric patterns, tribal signs, flames, thorns and skulls. All these tattoos were surmounted by the words SKATER 4 LIFE written squarely across Derek's chest in an elegant, elaborate writing.
Whatever magic had been placed upon the piercing, it was clearly more powerful than the one in the Etnies: the changes didn't stop with the tattoos and the muscle redefinition, but included Derek's hair - now an acid green mohawk - and his clothes, too: the sneakers had morphed into a brand new Van Tans, and his shorts were now baggy pants ripped on their knees. Feeling his cock tenting violently against his still soggy boxers, Jake noticed that Derek was now sporting multiple piercings: he now had a labret stud, a septum ring and two barbells in his right eyebrow. His ears were obviously pierced, too: the left one showing two thick silver rings, the right one a scaffold and a small, black flash tunnel.
Finally, Derek's body started relaxing, signalling the ending of the changes. He got up on his feet and looked at Jake with a devilish grin on his even handsomer face. "That was wicked, dude!", he exclaimed, now a perfect specimen of a skate punk. Jake, while pulling the now smaller skater in his arms and kissing him passionately - he also has a thick barbell embedded in his tongue - proudly thought: my skate punk. "You still haven't seen all of it", Derek murmured while taking Jake's hand in his and stuffing it inside his own pants. Jake barely managed to repress a surprised gasp: he could feel the Prince Albert on his lover's proud, thick dick!
"This is so fucking hot, dude...", Derek panted, aroused. "You can't even imagine how good I feel right now... And the thought you're gonna become like me soon just turns me on more...".
"Uh, what?",Jake asked, dumb-founded.
Derek grinned again. "Don't be silly, dude. The piercings came in pairs, right? Come on, let the stud change you, I want to see your hot body covered in ink and metal...".
Jake, for the first time since he had met Derek, had a moment of hesitation. Sure, he loved his bro's new look, but did he really want to become a punk himself?