Gray walked around to the side of the bed where he had pulled the bed belt out from and guided it to quietly roll back into place. He looked at me for a moment before he spoke, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I kind of regretted saying anything. After all, I was in the body chop shop and needed to be careful because he was cutting on me tomorrow.
“Of course, Dusty. I apologize for not discussing the restraints with you, especially since you told me today about the traumatizing barbed wire incident.”
Was he really cool with it?
“I don’t know if it really traumatized me,” I stammered as I tried to downplay it.
“Dusty, you were beaten up, and they wrapped barbed wire around you. I’d say that is pretty traumatizing. Don’t worry, no restraints. I typically use them with my pets so they don’t get out of bed and end up hurting themselves. Please don’t get out of bed.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“Okay. Sleep well, and I’ll be in early with your breakfast so we can get started.”
“Thank you, Gray.”
He waved at me before he left the room. I promised him that I wouldn’t get out of bed, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that trust. Otherwise, I knew I’d be restrained tomorrow night.
It’d been so long since I’d slept in a regular bed. I hadn’t slept in Gabe’s bed since I’d been with him. Sure, I’d taken naps on his bed with him after we’d fucked, but I’d never actually climbed on his bed and went to sleep. So being alone in this bed was awkward.
I rolled over to lie on my side and curled up like I usually did each night. Gabe always covered me up and kissed me goodnight. Very quickly, I started to miss my cozy rectangular pet bed at home. And Gabe.
Mainly Gabe.
But I was doing this for him.
No … I was doing this for us and our future. This would only be a few days away from him, and the outcome would make our time apart worth it.
I was going to be his forever friend.
Before I ate breakfast, Gray wanted to inject the nerve blocker. He said with today being more invasive and with the cutting that would be involved, he wanted to make sure there would be enough time for it to take effect so I wouldn’t feel any pain. I was completely on board with that.
Part of my prep the night before Gabe dropped me off was to shave off all of my pubic hair. Since Gray would be working on that region, he needed it to be free of hair. I pushed the sheet down so he could gain access.
Gray cleaned the areas before he made the two injections. The first injection he made was at the base of my penis, and the second one was on my right side. My right side was where he was going to remove the skin that he would use for the grafting over the knot. Neither shot was particularly painful, and I tried not to overthink anything.
While I ate my dry cereal and drank some apple juice, Gray set up his tray for today’s procedures. As soon as I was finished, he removed my breakfast dishes and wheeled the tray over to the bed. I quietly watched him continue to prep, and I looked up at him when he looked at me.
“Are you nervous, Dusty?”
“Yeah. I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t,” I admitted.
“Trust me, Dusty, it’ll be okay. By tonight, you’re going to have a longer, thicker dick, and a canine knot. You and Gabe will be over the moon.”
“I know.” I smiled at Gray. “I’m very excited for this.”
Gray pressed a button on the bedframe that slowly lowered the head so it would be flat. He advised that for today’s procedure he needed me to be laid flat. I kind of hated not being able to see what he was doing, but I also didn’t think I would do well watching him slice into the base of my dick.
“This is the silicone that will be inserted vertically into your shaft. Again, this is medical grade and the exact same thing they use in a doctor’s office for this procedure.”
“That’s the extra-large one, right?” I asked. Gabe and I had decided that we wanted to max out my length and girth.
“Yes. With this particular implant, once everything is all healed and the swelling goes down, you will be close to eight inches when erect.”
“That’s good, right?” I asked, wanting his opinion. Even though Gabe and I had done our own research, I wanted to hear Gray’s opinion.
“It’s very good, yes,” he replied and then laughed. “Considering the average erect dick is four to six or six and a half inches when erect, an erection close to eight inches will make you guys extremely happy.”
Happy with his answer, I smiled and let my head rest against the pillow. Gray held up the same type of silicone pieces that would form my knot.
