He made me stand up; he put my hands behind my back and on his cock. I began rubbing it up and down. He somehow felt longer and thicker than usual; wh...ich turned me on even more.He then picked me up and put me on the couch. He raised my legs, spread them and lowered himself on top of me until his hard cock rested against my opening and began rubbing it up and down. I felt him enter me and then pull out. He repeated this several times, going deeper inside me each time until I felt his entire. If I attempted to getaroused for whatever reason the rod would prevent it.Also the curved rodensured my penis was always pointing /angled downwards thus ensuring mypeeing position.I was in abject agony,but told things would soon heal.Whilst this was being done, the tattooist was doing outlines on my facewith templates,again Jo was telling me as it was happening.I was to havevery thick black eyebrows,black eyeliner,and the outer edges of my lipsagain black.Once these had healed I was to be. . again.. our lips open, wet, desiring each other... our tongues rolling around ... breathing heavy, nearly panting like wild a****ls, our hot breath... God damn, I think both of us are hard already.I stand in front of you, cupping my hands on each side of your face, we kiss again, I suck your tongue into my mouth, sucking hard..." Oh God, baby, I've been needing you." We furiously begin stripping each other, tossing clothes any which direction... we begin rubbing each other's chest, rubbing. The melodies jangled his nerves in new, annoying ways that he had never considered. Sometimes he wondered if the sounds went beyond his range of hearing, like dogs that could hear things he could not. The sensations were painful as much as they were alien. The rhythms weren't human and their logic was beyond Pardin's ability to understand. There was a beat but nothing for which a human could tap with a foot.Around noon Pardin began to notice a peculiar sensation on his skin, as if the something.