“But the injections still sound easier than stitching or stapling on a metal plate and then grafting skin over it,” Gabe said as he looked at me.
I nodded at him. At this point, I was leaning toward the injections. If athletes were using it, it couldn’t be bad. Plus, I didn’t want to worry about my knuckles looking disproportioned.
“Were you able to come up with anything for a slightly rougher tongue?” I asked.
Last night before we got off the phone with Gray, we tossed out a last-minute idea about something that would make my tongue feel a little rougher without impeding much on my normal appearance or taste buds. I didn’t want any future dentists calling me a freak with a studded tongue. Gabe and I thought it would be fun for him to feel like he’s being licked by a rougher tongue. He enjoys it when I give him a playful tongue bath and lick his nipples, among other places, and I know he’d love the sensation of a rougher tongue.
“We have a couple of options for that. I can suture on some textured silicone bumps, or we can simply pierce your tongue. I think for what you guys described last night, the piercing might be the more practical route for what you’re looking for. You mentioned it was important for both of you that Dusty maintain as much of a normal appearance to others as possible. If I were to put textured bumps on your tongue, it will affect how you taste and eat, along with your speech. They will be partially visible to others when you talk. The tongue piercing would only affect speech and eating while you kept it in. There are all sorts of tongue jewelry out there that will specifically enhance the oral experience. I can outfit you with something flat and textured that will drive Gabe insane.”
I smiled and nodded. I liked the piercing idea best.
“I’m leaning toward the tongue piercing. What do you think, Gabe?” I asked.
“I’d love to go with the piercing option as well,” Gabe agreed with me.
Gray nodded and made a few notes on his notepad before setting his pen down to reach for his glass. So far, he seemed really with it, and I liked him. I felt like I could trust him to handle these modifications.
“What else, Gray? What about the penis lengthening and the canine knot?” I felt my ears begin to burn and my dick twitched.
Gray smiled and held up his forefinger while he thumbed through a few pages in his portfolio.
“I have the perfect thing, and it’s already planned out … assuming you guys like it,” Gray boasted as he set a sketch out in front of us.
The paper had a flaccid dick sketched on it, and at the base was some sort of object that was long, vertical and arced. Another drawing on the same page had a similar arced piece but it was shown horizontally to the shaft.
“This will be fun, guys.” Gray laughed as he reached for his iced tea. He wiped his mouth and then pointed to the long vertical piece. “Okay, so this arced piece is medical-grade silicone and will be inserted into the penis at the base. It won’t have any effect on your erections or ability to have them, according to research. These pieces are made for a medically approved procedure for penis enlargement, so it’s a safe object. They come in three sizes, and each will add length and girth. Here.” Gray retrieved a small slip of paper and pointed to the three sizes that were listed. “You guys can take this home and decide on the one you’d like.”
“This is helpful. Thank you,” Gabe said as he set the paper down between us.
“The horizontal piece in the drawing is what will be the knot that you’re looking for. While the piece that will lengthen and thicken Dusty is going to be inserted into the penis, and the knot piece is going to go on the outside of the penis. I’ll attach it to the shaft between the middle of the penis and the base with stitches. Then I’ll do the full thickness skin graft to cover the silicone knot. It’ll be the same medical-grade silicone as the one being inserted, and you guys can pick the thickness.”
Gabe smiled from ear to ear and nodded along with what Gray spoke of. I was excited. Things seemed like they were really possible, even though they were somewhat outside of the box. Gabe and I were close to spending the rest of our lives happy as a master and pet. My only worry now, aside from the actual procedures, was the cost.
“What kind of time frame for all of this?” Gabe asked.
“I can’t be exact, of course, because this is art, and I won’t rush anything. The injections for the titanium foam can be done in one day, even with giving Dusty a break in between each. As to not rush or push him, I’d like to keep the injections to one day and the penis enlargement and knot for day two, with the tongue piercing to the third day.”
Gabe and I looked at each other, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking. I thought three days seemed reasonable, considering he was going to artistically alter my body.
“So, on day three he can come home?” Gabe asked.
“Yes, I would think by the afternoon of day three, he will be ready.” Gray winced and shifted slightly in his seat, which made me a little nervous. “There are a few things, though.”
Uh-oh. Here comes the bad part.
“As I mentioned, while I’m working with my subject, they become my focus. I don’t make status calls, nor do I take them.”
Okay, not so bad.
“So, for three days, I will worry about my Dusty boy, without any word?”
“Yes. It’s how I work. No distractions. It’s best for the subject,” Gray replied.
Gabe nodded and looked at me.
“Are you okay with that, Dusty? We won’t talk for a few days.” Gabe took hold of my hand that rested on the arm of the chair.
“Yeah, I’m okay with it for a few days. And really, I think it’s kind of cool that he doesn’t accept any outside distractions,” I said to Gabe.
