A trip to an exposition room
The sound of the gong stirs Roberto from a rare and restless sleep, the trauma of the deep enemas fostering curious drowsiness. He awakes and instantly works his PC muscles as trained. He is pleased within himself as his p***s swells. He stands and feels the heavy engorged tip thrust forth to defy gravity. He will present himself as stiff as a rail.
Joey enters and takes the nose leash from the wall hook.
“Come,” the effeminate voice commands.
Roberto follows to the hallway. There is no other activity. It is not a trip to the Exhibition Hall where some dozen naked and restrained ‘boys’ so often display their erections. Instead Joey takes an unfamiliar turn.
“Don’t be frightened. Put on a good show and you may find yourself spending more time in one of the
