My bastard mate
From a good five years back was into the whole body mod thing. He had the comic book character Spawn tattooed onto back, with the cape spanning across both shoulders all the way to the small of his back.
He had piercings everywhere, the bridge of his nose, ears, eyebrows, labretta, tongue, the back of his hands (they didn't last long), nipples, and of course the Prince Albert.
I swear the guy was magnetic.

Anyway, he goes into his local parlor to find a new challenge, a new piercing for his lass to fawn over, and he find these small ball bearings. Upon a bit of research he finds out that these are surgically implanted into the cock to increase pleasure for the lady in your life.
Without hesitation he empties his wallet and some time later he's strolling home to the missus with clear instructions to 'not let the egg get hard boiled' for a week.

He manages to wait roughly 5 hours.

I met him in a pub maybe 3 days after he had it done so he can tell me about his new body mod.
He turns up late, walks straight over to my table and tells me all about it, what the sex was like, all the grisly detail on how much it hurt, etc, etc.
It's then that I asked a rather stupid question.
"So, how is 'it' doing, man?"

"Oh not bad dude, it's been sitting in your pint for the last 15 minutes."

It had fallen out the night before and the cunt had slipped it into my pint.
Bastard.
( Pointy Head poked another hole in my anorak on, Fri 1 Dec 2006, 14:39, Reply)