Let’s call this place a hidden gem. There are trails, so dog walkers at the least know it. The ground slopes away towards the city, but its far enough away that it’s not really on anyone’s radar. Midsummer and it is lush with new growth, and in its deepest places wild with brambles. Dark enough in mid-afternoon. It’ll be the black of hell at the after-midnight slot we imagine.

There’s an intimacy about the act of being tattooed that just can’t be avoided. Online, and for weeks by email, we’ve pored over versions of the design. It is rounded perfectly to the pec, and I’ve found myself sharing detailed measurements of the ‘nipple to clavicle’ kind. He’s taken me through the process of colour mixing, and he’s started to understand how precisely I expect my intentions to be met.

Charlie’s nineteen. Been breaking this boy in for the last six months. Showing him what he is, what I want him to be. He learns fast. There’s something about the way he has taken to me, and taken to my cock, that makes him one of my very special boys.