Chapter Eight
William Overbury was all out of choices now.
Save, of course, the final one.
And that, he knew, was not something he would ever have the courage to see through.
To his own immense self-disgust and hatred of the five-foot-nothing Indian geek opposite, forcing him to touch himself in such a way, his c**k was rock solid in his own hand as he stroked away. The dreaded c**k-cage dangled from the bony brown hand of the twenty-something man who had just unlocked him, this after having been loaned the key by his equally hateful American partner. Yet, and despite understandably conflicting feelings, he luxuriated in having his c**k free to expand and be touched in the normal way.
Even if this way was not an option he would ever have chosen for himself.
Beaten and conditioned as
