“Do you have any health conditions or are you taking any medications currently, Dusty?”
“No. I don’t have any health conditions, and I don’t take anything except ibuprofen every now and then.”
“Do you smoke or consume alcohol?”
“No, neither,” I answered.
Gray wrote down a few things and then nodded.
“Good. I need to know those sorts of things before I begin to do anything with someone.” He set the pictures out on the table, and now that they were in front of me, I could see that he had used a purple highlighter on some locations on my body. “Thank you for sending me all of the images so quickly last night. It allowed me time to research and check out my canvas. So, I will say you’re in great shape, Dusty. Not all twenty-six-year-old males are in this great of shape.”
“Thank you. I used to strut around in the British Invasion show on The Strip,” I volunteered.
“The images of Dusty in some of the poses that are part of your daily lives shows me exactly what areas are the wear and tear ones. So let’s start with those.”
Gray pulled over two pictures of me in my pay attention pose. In it, my hands were balled up and my knuckles rested flat on the ground. I was leaned forward a bit and I sat back on my heels. He had a picture of me in that pose from the front view and from the back. Gray had purple circles drawn around my knees, hands, and the balls of my feet. In addition to the circles, he had purple lines on my wrists.
“The circled areas are the ones you both mentioned were the areas of interest. The lines on your wrists … I was curious if this would also be an area you’d be interested in strengthening.” Gray thumbed through the small stack of pictures and pulled out one of me on my hands and knees as if I were ready to be fucked by Gabe. “My thought was if you are in this position often, you might consider the wrists too. They wouldn’t be as sore or tired. Are you in this position often?” Gray asked and looked at both of us.
“He is. That’s typically how I fuck him. Sometimes his head and chest are on the floor or on the bed, and his ass is in the air. Sometimes I fuck him when he’s on his side on his bed,” Gabe explained as my cheeks grew red and warm.
I reached for my Coke, hoping it would help cool me down if I sipped on it. Though I was kind of embarrassed that Gray not only saw my body and junk hanging down and knew how Gabe fucked me, I also found it hot. Gabe was certainly proud to tell Gray the ways he fucked me.
“What do you think, Dusty boy? Do you want him to strengthen your wrists?” Gabe asked me.
“Yeah, I think so. I think it would help absorb some of the strain. Right now, it isn't bothersome, but it might be a good idea to do it at the same time,” I said while looking at Gabe.
“Yes, we probably would like to do the wrist strengthening,” Gabe answered Gray.
“Okay, so here’s what I can do. There’s a substance out there that is just starting to be used on athletes to repair bones and make them far more durable. It’s a titanium foam. It actually integrates with the existing bone and makes it stronger. It will also reduce the wear and tear on the current bone. The foam is porous, so the bone can actually grow in it.”
“Wow, that’s amazing,” I eagerly said.
“I had no idea something like that even existed.” Gabe laughed and shook his head. “Talk about a totally new kind of athlete, huh?”
“Yes, exactly. They’re not using it here in the US yet, because of the FDA and all. But it is heavily being used in world soccer.”
“So is this foam stuff as simple as injections?” Gabe asked.
“Basically. So, for each hand we’re talking five injections, then two for each wrist. The knees are a little different.” Gray pulled out a generic chart showing the skeletal system. He pointed to a few areas at the knees and feet where he recommended the foam go. “Now, if you didn’t want to go that route, I can do something a little more invasive and time consuming. It would literally be some metal plates that would flex with your knuckles, knees, and the balls of your feet. The plates would have a combination of silicone and foam on the back that would rest comfortably on your body. But you guys mentioned that you want to physically appear as close to what you are right now. So to prevent you from looking like you have metal plates all over, we could do some skin grafting.”
“What is that exactly?” I asked.
“It’s literally removing some skin from one area and putting it in another. If you wanted to do that, I’d suggest taking some skin from your thigh or your sides. I’d use your skin to cover the metal plates and stitch it on. It would take a little more time for recovery, but it wouldn’t be as invasive as injecting something that would alter your skeletal system.”
“Are the metal flex plates bulky?” Gabe asked.
“About a quarter of an inch.”
“Hmm,” Gabe said and looked at me.
“A quarter of an inch doesn’t sound bad,” I said to him. “But there will be some bulk then.” I looked down at my hands and started to worry that would look funny. “What did you say the recovery time is for that process with the grafting?” I asked Gray.
“It’ll take about one to two weeks for the area to heal where I remove the skin from. But it’ll take about a month for it to heal where the skin is applied to.”
“What about recovery for the other?” I asked.
“From what I’ve researched with some soccer players, most players with broken bones are back playing at full strength within a few weeks. Now, mind you, it’ll be a slower strengthening process because the foam will grow and integrate with the bone.”
