Chapter Thirty-One
“I’ll need you to be strong for just a couple more days, Max.”
Miss Luda speaks as Doodie once again threads the collection of cords through the many copper tubes. Cruelly thrust through the thick layers of epidermis on his back, Max can be most securely attached to the implement or device of Luda’s choosing.
“Thereafter, I may just choose to curtail the hormone flow that makes a man want to run... drives a man to be disobedient.
“You’ll be calmer... less frustrated... more eager to please. Look at Doodie. So docile. So keen to offer pleasure to his superiors. So orally fixated.”
Luda laughs at seeing Max shudder with the thought of joining Doodie in the genderless world of castration. When her hand lowers, he feels firm fingers gently caress the tip of a raging ere
