The Office
Bobbi leads. Roberto follows. The castrate seems enraptured in having an intact male on a leash. He smiles coquettishly and his guiding tugs are gentle.
Walking more upright, Roberto finds irony in contemplating his improved posture. It means his scrotal sac has lengthened the flesh stretching so that, though his balls are trapped and prominently displayed beneath his buttocks, he can more easily perambulate. Still he cannot sit normally. When leashed in his cell he must lie on his side... left or right.
“You have a nice erection this morning,” Bobbi coyly offers, the compliment strangely sui generis to the facility.
“Thank you,” a most humble Roberto replies, peering in his lower peripheral vision to note that indeed he has once again obediently responded to the gong and ha
