“Pak Song said you’d be coming here.” Leander held out a hand that Conan accepted. He couldn’t help the pride he felt when he made the gesture with his new, bionic hand.
“This is my first stop. I feel naked without a ring in my cock—almost as naked as I did when I had no cock at all.”
“Understandable. Don’t think I ever saw an Earthling’s cock that didn’t have a Prince A lbert. Pak Song said to show you these,” Leander said, grinning as he took one of the thick, clear circles out of a display case and held it up. “I never put a fiber-optic ring in a man’s cock, but I do it all the time on Pak Song’s deluxe bots. This ring’s the best one I have. It’s clear now, but it changes color to let your lover know when you’re in the mood.”
“That should work.” For a minute Conan wished he’d chosen a cock that looked more like his own once had. Then he rejected the idea of subterfuge, of trying to pretend to a lover that he wasn’t a complete eunuch. The acrylic ring in Leander’s hand would punctuate the statement he’d already made by choosing the huge, neon-veined cock.
Leander grinned. “Then take off that robe and climb up on my piercing table. We’ll get this done in a flash.” Nude, Conan did as Leander asked and positioned his legs in the stirrups. “This shouldn’t hurt. Pak Song says this cock only has feeling when it’s hard, except for the sensors that let you know when you need to pee. This ring won’t interfere with the function.” Conan laughed. “Having no feeling there’s a good thing, in case I should ever get into a fight. No pain when an opponent knees me in the groin.”
Quickly, Leander marked and pierced the head of the glowing, hot-pink cock with its psychedelic-green veining. A s he’d promised, the large-gauge needle went through the cock without causing the slightest twinge, and Leander threaded the large, thick ring through the hole.
Once he’d closed the ring with a purple captive bead, he glanced up at the five weeks’ growth of hair on Conan’s shaggy head. “You need shave. Or wax. Your head, not your body. Before I put up the piercing equipment, though, you should get new nipple rings to match your cock.”
Conan glanced down at the simple gold barbells that adorned his nipples. His testosterone patch would maintain his masculine body and prevent the deterioration of the male attributes that most eunuchs had to endure. “Do you have fiber-optic rings? Thinner ones?” He couldn’t imagine having rings in his nipples that were as thick as the one now swinging from his cock head.
“Yes, Cap’n.” Reaching into a drawer, Leander brought forth a pair of rings and laid them in Conan’s hand. “These are one-inch diameter and smaller gauge. Perfect to make your nipples stand up for attention.”
“Thanks. I guess that will be all.”
“What about that head shave? Or would you rather have it waxed?” Leander paused. “If you’d like, I could remove it permanently with a laser, the way Pak Song did to your body.”
“He had to do that because the body hair would have interfered with the electromagnetic energy inside me. But I think I’ll keep some hair on my head. It covers the scars where he inserted the bionics. Go ahead, though, and clip it back to about a quarter-inch or so.” Once Conan would have cringed at the idea of anybody seeing him with hair sprouting out of his skull, but no more. Besides, the hood of his robe covered his hair, so nobody would see it when he ventured out in public.
He no longer cared that he didn’t look the same as every other Earthling male. He could never go back to Earth. A nd he was no longer male, strictly speaking, a fact that had to be obvious to the barber who’d just finished inserting a fiber-optic ring through his prosthetic penis.
There wasn’t much point in keeping his head shaved now. Once Leander cut his hair, Conan ran the fingers of his bionic hand through the short stubble. It felt good. Soft yet prickly. Different, but then he’d spent a lifetime up to now performing a daily ritual of keeping his scalp cleanly shaved and oiled.
“Thanks, Leander. I’m sure we’ll meet again.” Conan stepped through the connecting door from the barber shop to Pak Song’s workroom and switched on the sexbot the cyborg maker had provided for him to use to test his cock.
“Here. Try this. It is said that using plug helps eunuchs find pleasure, particularly ones like you whose prostates were removed. Lin implanted a secret hormone additive in this plug. The additive will help you experience pleasure,” Pak Song said, handing Conan a fat, silver butt plug that looked like a longer, thicker version of the finger on his Federation-issued sexbot.