Congo watched as Sparrow and his dolls rehearsed their next show. He had to rearrange his balls and c**k more than once, as Sparrow bent and slowly slid back up, practicing the choreography moves he and his fellow doll, Molly, had perfected just the day before.
“Having some wardrobe malfunction there, big guy?” Yukon asked, with a laugh.
Scowling at his longtime friend, Congo practically growled, “Shut up.”
“How are you feeling?” Yukon asked in concern.
Congo had gone through the punishment, and he wasn’t going to lie, when he said that s**t f*****g hurt like a b***h. The thing that really sucked was that he wasn’t allowed to shift to help the healing process. The point of the punishment was to show the tribe that trespassers would not be tolerated. He just wished that Sparrow and
