So it was that just a few nights later, Paul found himself in another woman’s bed. She called herself
“Raven”, but Paul suspected that was just goth affectation.
She wasn’t anything too special. To Paul’s frustration, he’d found that despite being probably the best lay
any woman in town would ever get, they didn’t know that, so he had trouble picking them up. He figured he’d
start with what he could get, and hopefully word of mouth would improve his prospects soon.
Thus, “Raven.” She was short, barely five feet, which made her look young. She counteracted that with a host
of body modifications. There was the dyed-purple hair, a chain connecting a nose ring to an earring, a tongue
stud, and that was just what Paul could see with her clothes on.
As they began stripping each other, Paul discovered more piercings in her right nipple and her bellybutton, as
well as a host of tattoos of single tear-drops spread across various parts of her body.
Soon he was naked, and she in just her panties. He joked “Am I going to discover even more metal down here,
or does genital piercing carry too much risk of getting your braces stuck to your partner’s?”
“Mmm, no, nothing down there for me yet. But I do like the idea. Especially for men.” Suddenly, Paul felt
cold metal on his glans. He looked down at himself to see half a ring of black metal going from the tip of
his cock through to his frenulum. “I like your Prince Albert.”
<Whoah, I did not know that could happen. But wait, did I put that thought in her head?> wondered Paul.
<Time for an experiment.> He swiftly removed her panties and lay on his side next to her, his newly-pierced
cock resting on her tummy. “So what do you think I should get,” he lightly brushed her clit, “next?”
Raven bit her lip, but Paul didn’t know if it was in indecision or in response to his masturbating her. She
didn’t answer verbally, but Paul got the gist of her answer as more metal started appearing down below.
First, another black metal barbell skewered his shaft horizontally, about midway up. It was soon framed by
two vertical barbells, about an inch away in each direction. Then those were framed by two more vertical
barbells, and pretty soon Paul’s shaft had little metal spheres sticking out of it every inch all the way up
and down. All the piercings were the same midnight black metal, which Paul couldn’t identify.
Then all at once diagonal barbells appeared in between each existing one, making a zig-zag pattern. Suddenly
Paul felt his cock get noticeably heavier as the amount of metal in it doubled, each bar gaining a
perpendicular partner joined to it like a cross. Then it sagged more as the metal doubled again, each cross
becoming an eight-pointed star. Now he had eight little balls of metal surrounding his cock every half-inch
up his shaft. Apparently Raven didn’t like the homogeneity of it though, as the original piercings swelled
from quarter-inch-diameter spheres to half-inch, restoring the zigzag pattern.
As Paul continued frigging her, her imagination continued to work on his cock. Next all the barbells that
he’d only just gotten disappeared, replaced by subdermal rings. Paul almost laughed when he realized she
couldn’t decide if she wanted him ribbed, or studded. Then the barbell-crosses reappeared as they had been,
but with a subdermal ring between each row. Apparently she wanted both.
Raven was moaning louder now, close to orgasm. Paul had to quickly readjust himself as a spiked dog collar
appeared around the base of his shaft. Except on second look it wasn’t a collar, merely the spikes, each
separately jutting out from his skin. They were dull-ish, but they each stood out ¾ of an inch, and Paul
didn’t imagine they’d feel good.
Paul’s mushroom head flared out until it stood out a good half-inch from the rest of his shaft. Paul saw why,
as a sort of metal lion’s mane sprouted out from it. That wasn’t quite the right description, it looked more
like a porcupine than a lion. Tens of black needles jutted out of his corona, flaring back toward his body.
Their length varied in layers: the outermost ones only about a half-inch long, the innermost ones closer to a
whole inch, so the overall effect was a tapering down from his head to his shaft.
Raven was definitely getting close now, and Paul was starting to get a bit concerned for his poor pincushion
of a cock (though thankfully the transformations hadn’t hurt him yet), so he was eager to help her along. He
experimentally slipped his middle finger inside to probe her G-spot. Apparently that was a good decision,
because he immediately felt Raven clamp down on his probing finger as her body convulsed in orgasm.
As her orgasm began fading away, Paul noticed his penis had gained one last piercing: an inch-tall shark fin a
few inches up his shaft, perfectly positioned to stimulate the G-spot.