Date: Sun, 2 Jan 2005 05:56:03 -0500
From: LiverSnaps <LiverSnaps@charter.net>
Subject: Tom's New Life Part 3

A couple of hours later, Tom's doorbell rang. When he opened the door there
was standing there an Freek god. He was gorgeous and he was huge. He must
be at least 6 and a half feet tall and weight 250lb of solid muscle.

"Hi. I'm Robby your physical trainer." says the behemoth extending his
hand.

Tom just stood there with his mouth handing open.

"Uh -- hello? Can I come in?" says Robby. Finally Robby just edges his way
in. "Don't worry. I get that a lot. So here's the deal -- I'll be by at
least 3 times a week, more if necessary, to see how you prosthetic is
doing. How's that sound you?"

"Unbelievable" Tome mumbles.

"What did you say? Oh well, doesn't really matter anyway. That's what Steve
wants. Let's have a look at that hand." With that Robby sits down in a
chair and points to the chair opposite him for Tom to sit in. Tom sits down
and extends his right arm giving Robby access to the artificial hand.

"Very nice. Very nice. Close your hand. Good. Open it. Good. Rotate at the
wrist. Very good. Ok. I have a variety of exercises that I want you to do
every day. It will strengthen the mechanical connection and the physical
connection between you and the hand." Robby then took about a half an hour
to explain each of the exercises and showed Tom how to do them. Most of
them were pretty mundane but if Robby wanted them done he would do
them. (He'd do just about anything for this god!)

"Well, Now that you know what needs to be done, I'll let you go." said
Robby.

"Oh no! Don't go. Can't you stay for a drink or something? I'd like to get
to know you better since we will be seeing so much of each other." says
Tom.

"Well...OK. Just for a little while."

Robby ending up spending about two hours where they got to know each other
better. Robby was a physical therapist with a very impressive history. He
was naturally muscular but wouldn't talk too much about what all he did for
exercise. Eventually Robby said he had to go.

As soon at Robby left, Tom ran to the bathroom and wanked off like there
was no tomorrow. He couldn't believe he would be seeing this guy so often.

The next day Tom was sitting around being bored when the doorbell rang. It
was Robby.

"So have you done your exercises today?"

"Well no not yet. But its still early." said Tom.

"Well I'm here to make sure you do them." Said Robby and he came in to the
place. As he passed Tom he brushed lightly up against Tom.

"Let's get started." said Robby.

Robby turned a dining room chair sideways and sat down offering Tom the
chair next to him. Tom pulled out the chair and turned it sideways and sat
down. Robby started walking him through the exercises. During this whole
time Robby would smile and flirt with Tom. Tom couldn't believe his
luck. He was so turned of by Robby it was all he could do to keep his hard
on even somewhat manageable.

Eventually Robby had him doing an exercise where all he had to do was open
and close his hand repeatedly. After about twenty of these, Tom said
wouldn't it be better if he had something is his hand to do this with?
Robby said sure. As he reached over into his bag, Tom took Robby's balls in
his hand and squeezed slightly. "These should do fine" said Tom.

Robby just looked down at the hand on his balls and moaned slightly and
smiled.

Tom then continued with his exercise of doing 80 squeezes of Robby's
balls. Towards the end of the exercises, Robby was moaning and his dick was
incredibly hard. He was another one that was huge. Tom again wondered
briefly what was in the water.

When he completed this exercise he saw that Robby was moaning and his eyes
were closed. When he stopped he said "So what's next?" Robby sat up
straight and opened his eyes, cleared his throat slightly and said "The
next is a back and forth sideways motion."

"Kind of like if you were jerking off?" purred Tom.

"Uh yeah."

With that Tom got up, moved his chair next to Robby's, and sat down
again. He reached inside Robby's shorts and pulled out his hard dick (god
it's huge!) and started wanking him off. He used the sideways motion, just
like Robby said to do and started back and forth. After about two minutes
Robby was leaking precum like there was no tomorrow and was moaning like
crazy. Tom couldn't believe how hard and big Robby was. Just when Tom was
about to say he was done Robby came like anything. His shot must have gone
10 feet while Robby screamed with pleasure.

When Robby was done, and still panting, he opened his eyes and looked at
Tom and said "Well I think that's enough physical therapy for today. How
about we try some other kinds of therapy?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Oh I've got plenty of tricks that you might like." said Robby standing up,
taking Tom's hand and heading for the bedroom.

Tom spent the next 3 hours `seeing God'. He couldn't believe the things
that Robby could do with his dick, his mouth and his hands. When Robby
finally had to leave, Tom felt as if he had been run over a truck -- but in
the good way. He was drenched in sweat and felt incredible.

As Robby left, he said "Now remember -- I expect you to do therapy every
day. Who knows, I may come over more often to help you if you're lucky."

Over the next couple of weeks, Robby `helped' Tom with his therapy almost
daily. Tom couldn't believe how lucky he was.

During that time though, he noticed that there were times when the
connection between his hand and his arm would get either raw or would start
having puss showing as if it was infected. Steve came by a couple of times
and treated him. The last time he was here, he said "Tom we need to
talk. We can keep making sure your connection is clear but it looks like
it's prone to infection. I'd like to suggest a different connection method
we've been working on. It may seem a bit radical but I am really hopeful
with it."

"God what are you suggesting? Cutting off my arm?" said Tom.

"Well funny you should put it that way. We'd like to cut back your arm to
just below the elbow and install a connection plate. This sounds radical
but it really isn't all that bad. The plate will be fused to your bones and
have the nerves and whatnot grafted in to it. It should be perfectly sealed
and work great. We then would put a connection plate on the end of an
artificial limb and use that to connect the two."

Tom sat quietly for a minute and said "Well I guess I don't have much
choice in the matter. Let's do it."

"OK. We can do the surgery tomorrow. Try and have a restful night tonight
because tomorrow will be a big day."

About an hour after Steve left, the doorbell rang and it was Robby.

"They tell me you are having surgery tomorrow. I was thinking you might
want to have some company tonight." said Robby.

Tom let Robby in and before the door was even closed, Robby's mouth was on
Tom's. They barely made it to the bedroom before they were groping each
other. That night the earth moved for both of them and they saw stars.

The following day Tom went in for the surgery. When he woke up Steve was
there and said the surgery was a complete success. Tom looked down at where
his arm had been but saw just bandages.

"We'd like to keep the bandages on for a while. Just to make sure
everything is clean and sterile."

Tom agreed (like he had a choice) and said thanks. Steve said he would
spend the next day or so in the hospital and then would go back to his
apartment.

The next couple of weeks were a haze for Steve but his head started to
finally clear. He figured they must have given him something to alleviate
the pain which wasn't all bad. At about three or four weeks, they let him
take off the bandages and he got his first look at the connection plate. It
was a flat plate with a cover on it. He didn't see any type of connecting
equipment on it. He asked Steve what happens now.

"We need to wait about 2 or 3 more weeks before we can try and use the
connection plate. Until then, relax and enjoy yourself."

When the doorbell rang, Tom hoped it would be Robby but couldn't understand
why it would be -- there was no reason for Robby to come by.

When he opened the door, he saw Robby standing there without a stitch of
clothing on. He couldn't believe how much he had missed Robby. He grabbed
Robby by the dick and pulled him inside slamming the door behind him. They
didn't even wait to get to the bedroom -- they just did it like bunnies in
the front hallway. Dicks finding any available hole, tongues finding holes,
you name it, they did it. After many hours of fun, they finally
stopped. "That was incredible!" said Tom. "Glad you liked it." said Robby.

After three weeks of incredible sex, boring television, boring PS2 games,
Steve came for a visit carrying a large canvas bag. Stubby and Robby were
both with him also.

"Well Tom, looks like today is the day. You get a new arm. How does that
sound?" said Steve.

"Sounds great to me! I'll be thrilled to get the use of my right hand
back." said Tom.

"What's the matter? Can't jerk off at the moment?" said Stubby.

"That's not a problem." mumbled Robby.

"Se here's what we are going to do." said Steve. "We are going to remove
the plate and then install the new arm." With that Steve took a new arm out
of his bag. Tom couldn't believe how realistic it looked. He looked at the
connecting end of it and there were lots of connectors on it. He didn't
understand how the connection worked but he trusted Steve.

"Robby and Stubby can you help me please?" Robby and Steve held Tom's arm
vertical. Steve pulled out a strange looking wrench and started to pull off
the plate. Once the plate was off, Tom could see all kinds of connectors
inside. Steve then took the arm and pulled off the `skin'.

"Whoa! You can take the skin off?" said Tom.

"Sure. We can change the skin in case it gets damaged or whatnot." said
Steve.

"Can you initially leave the skin off? It looks so cool and I'd like to see
it in action."

"OK. Let's do it." says Steve. With that he lines up the connectors on the
arm to Tom's arm. After a bit of fiddling, Steve got it lined up and it
slid into place.

Tom could suddenly feel the arm coming to life. Steve fiddled some more and
locked it in place. Tom made the hand move around and it felt great. He
could move it in all directions and it was fabulous.

"You know -- it looks like Tom is really enjoying himself" said Stubby
nodding towards Tom's crotch which had gotten huge.

"Looks like maybe Tom could use some help with that." said Robby.

"Well I'm going to leave you boys alone. Be careful with the arm, but have
a good time. If anything goes wrong contact me immediately." said Steve
leaving. As he left, he could tell from the noises that the boys were
already having a good time. I just hope Tom doesn't wear out the boys
thought Steve as he closed the door.