Chapter Twenty-six
“But I don’t want to be belled, Dr. Mary!”
My little minx once again is having a fit, acting like a tempestuous little girl, as I announce a casual stroll through the penitentiary. It is Sunday, and what better day to have my little Sammy offer fellatio to some select inmates with whom I have developed a fraternal relationship. It spreads goodwill, and watching Sammy take some of the largest phalli I have seen deep into his gullet can be most amusing.
With the recent visit of my little friend from the jewelry store, I had him pierced through his empty scrotal sac. A single heavy gauged bar has been thrust through the opening, extending right to left and very close to the pelvic bone. As planned, it penetrates just below the entrance to the inguinal canals. In his horm
