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transmit impulses through cock to surface, like nerve endings. Lights get brighter as sensation gets
stronger. You like light show when you come. Maybe next time I tune it up, I make sac with fake balls
too. Hate making things that don t work right. The corners of Pak Song s mouth lifted, and he held his
palms apart.  Is twelve inches when erect. Like this. Two inches diameter. Deluxe sexbot sized. Don t
believe in doing things halfway. Made you most popular sexbot model.
Conan wondered if he d be able to get his man-made, neon cock up at will or whether he d have to
pump it as he understood women had to do with most sexbots, but he wasn t inclined to ask just now.
Now that he d recovered from the first look at the outrageous cock -- he was actually rather intrigued by
it -- he turned his attention to his arm. He could feel it, or maybe he was just feeling the arm that wasn t
there anymore, because while it looked absolutely real, Conan hadn t been able to control the movement
of the wrist or fingers, no matter how hard he tried.
 It doesn t work, he said as the arm came off in Pak Song s hands.
 It will. The cyborg maker set the realistic looking forearm and hand on Conan s stomach, then lifted
the stump of his arm to the light.  Ah. Just as I thought. Loose connection here. Not making contact.
Pak Song folded back a flap of skin-like material, revealing a grid of complex circuits that passed nerve
impulses from Conan s stump to the bionic arm. Pak Song looked up and grinned.  I made flap this way
so you not scare people when you not wearing your arm. You like?
 Pak Song s skill amazed Conan. His meticulous attention to detail in hiding the high-tech circuits that
connected his own severed muscles and nerves to the ones in his prosthesis seemed unimportant now
that the prosthesis acted as an extension of Conan s own body.  I doubt anyone will have occasion to
see.
When he had on the prosthesis, the only visible evidence of his severed hand and lower arm would be
the barely discernable line where flesh met the bionic replacement -- unlike his colorful cock, which was
now a permanent part of his anatomy. If he ever disrobed, that new addition couldn t possibly escape
notice. Of course the empty crotch it had replaced would have grabbed attention of a different kind.
 Oh, yeah, Captain. Some pretty lady will see. You gonna work better than sexbot, even best ones I
make. The robot maker grinned.  Just wait. You be horny devil once this hormone starts working. Get
back sex drive. Pak Song slapped a small square patch onto Conan s left hip. Testosterone, forbidden
on Earth, was apparently easy to come by on Obsidion.  You try out new cock in one of the pleasure
palaces, once catheter comes out and Leander gets cock pierced to please the ladies. Better yet, I lend
you one of my best sexbots to practice on. Now sit up and pay attention. I show you how we make this
arm work good as the one you lost.
* * *
The following week, freed from his bed at last, Conan made his first stop the barber and piercer next
door to Pak Song s Sexbot Emporium. He felt naked without a ring in his cock -- almost as naked as
he d felt when he d had no cock at all.
 Pak Song says use this, Leander said, grinning as he held up a thick, clear circle.  I never put a
fiber-optic cock ring on a man before. Just on Pak Song s deluxe sexbots. Changes color, tells your
lover you re in the mood. He lost no time once Conan had stripped, climbed onto the piercing table, and
positioned his legs in the stirrups.  This shouldn t hurt. Pak Song says cock only has feeling when it s
hard, except for sensors that let you know when you need to pee. This piercing won t interfere with
them. He laughed.  Good thing, in case you get into fight. No pain when opponent knees you in groin.
Quickly, Leander marked and pierced the head of the glowing hot-pink cock with its psychedelic green
veining. As he d promised, the large gauge needle went through without causing the slightest twinge, and
Leander threaded the transparent 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. Head, not body. No hair on body. And you should get
new nipple rings to match cock.
Conan glanced down at the simple gold barbells that adorned his nipples. It seemed they d already
grown slightly larger and softer since his castration. Perhaps Leander was right.  Do you have acrylic
rings? Thinner ones? He couldn t imagine having rings as thick as the one now swinging from his cock
head dangling from his nipples.
 Yes, boss. Reaching into a drawer, Leander brought forth a pair of rings and laid them in Conan s
hand.  These one inch diameter. Perfect to make your nipples stand up for attention.
 Thanks. I guess that will be all.
 What about shave?
 I have no body hair to worry about. Pak Song permanently removed it. Said it would have interfered
with the electronics inside me. I think I ll keep the hair on my head. It covers the scars where Pak Song
inserted his electrodes. 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.
He no longer cared that he didn t look the same as every other Earthling male. Hell, he was no longer
welcome on Earth, and no longer male, strictly speaking, a fact that had to have been 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, after a lifetime of keeping his scalp cleanly shaven in accord with
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