Chapter Thirty-Six
Last weekend female debauchery, this Saturday male.
Jack stands on a pedestal. In a large dank and dark cavern-like basement chamber, his naked form seems to light up the room, a spotlight above making his flesh gleam. Prostatic fluid oozes. And in having been paid $300 by a very effeminate man named ‘Pat’, I whisked away his pink hood and toga with much flare. Then, under many watchful eyes, released Jack from his c**k cage. Cialis flowing, brimming with testosterone, two weeks of chastity, Jack’s p***s headed straight upwards, on this occasion to the cheers of dozens of male voices. I can tell the restrictive neck collar, forcing high his head, abets his tumescence. His leash remains, tied high to a convenient hook.
I sit alone at a small bar, the bartender clad in
