Dylan points the wand at his cock and Pro, his hips bucking, as Pro continued to work his now overly sensitive cock. "Fuck Pro, I wish it didn't itch so much when you moved." With a slight tingling sensation, the itching from Pro's movements were replaced with just pleasure, though Dylan squirmed and bucked as his cock was still so sensitive.
Pro's tattoo body continued moving up and down Dylan's cock, using his whole body to jack Dylan off. Dylan could feel Pro trying to press hims face into his piss-slit, trying to get to the cum still within his 7 inch cock. Dylan's head rolled back as Pro continued his assault, moaning. "Ugh, Pro, this feels so good." The sensations coming from Dylan's cock were driving him crazy, and the one thing that made it all the more delightful, was that no matter which way he turned or moved, the pleasure continued uninterrupted. After a few more minutes Dylan couldn't hold out any longer and shot another load. It was weird watching the cum shoot from his cock, only to be immediately absorbed back into him as Pro sucked it up greedily.
A few drops escaped and landed on Dylan's chest. However within minutes Pro moved down Dylan's cock and climbed up his chest, using Dylan's six-pack as handholds. Every movement was like a subtle brush on Dylan's skin as he watched his living tattoo scale its way up his chest to get to the few tiny drops of cum laying on his pecs.
Pro moved back down to Dylan's dick, and resumed milking it. Dylan was helpless to stop Pro as he went back to work. He even tried to push Pro off his dick, but he ended up only helping Pro by stroking it. On and on this went, Dylan having orgasm after orgasm, the only respite being when Pro had to move off of his cock to go drink some stray cum droplets. Eventually Dylan passed out from exhaustion but Pro just kept working him over, drinking every last drop of cum he could get.
After a couple hours Dylan woke up and looked down. His cock, now rubbed raw and sore, his ball ached, he saw Pro laying on his abs asleep. Dylan noticed his cock was only half-hard, but the skin looked different. Other than being red, and maybe a little swollen, it looked a little darker in places. Thinking nothing of it, Dylan stretched and went into his bathroom to take a shower. As he stood in the shower washing off the sweat and residue from Pro's work he closed his eyes, relaxing. Something distracted him though, an odd tingle coming from his cock and balls. Opening his eyes and looking down his cock looked smaller than before. It was soft, but it was definately smaller than it normally was.
"What the..." Dylan stammered but as he watched his cock seemed to shrink before his eyes. Within moments his cock was completely gone. For a moment Dylan felt light-headed like he might faint. Looking down he noticed something strange, black lines started forming on his crotch spreading outward from where his cock was. Within moments it looked like a tattooed picture of his cock and balls coming from his smooth crotch.
Pro was awake and moved himself down to Dylan's cock-tattoo, stroking it with his body. Soon it became hard, though still flat, the head sitting on Dylan's abs as Pro went to work. The sensations seemed amplified, the soreness gone. Within moments Dylan couldn't hold back and more and start to orgasm. A tattooed version of his cum, spurting onto his chest, which the two-dimensional Pro got to work slurping up. Dylan's mind couldn't handle it anymore and he just shut down, sitting down in the shower and passing out.