Cell 26
Roberto never thought he would pine for the supine comfort offered by his Level One casket.
The days following his confabulation with Dr. El bring unending slow torment. He is leashed in his cell standing, then sitting upright, then returned to standing.... never to lie down. To be relieved, afforded just moments of permitted motion as his leash is unhooked and retied elsewhere, means he must humbly offer to suck the emaciated p***s of one of the castrates. No more brief interludes of tongue swishing, Roberto has learned that the longer he services... the more fervently he services... the longer the respite from an appointed stressful position.
Worst is when the devious Bobbi takes the time to secure Roberto’s humbler to floor hooks and his nose leash high above. In so doing, Bo
