To a Play Room
“You’ve probably not seen much of the facility during Level One and Level Two. It’s huge.”
Bidding ended, Roberto feels strangely proud that his eleven inches garnered $205,000... much more than the Roscoe’s mere nine and a half. Now with spreader bar removed, his nostril chain once again leashed, he is led blindfolded from the Exhibition Hall. It feels strange to walk without his balls snugly held between his buttocks.
An initial powerful tug suggested his new owner is quite accustomed to leading about leashed and naked males. As he learns to instantly comply, her guidance has become more gentle. Her name is Imelda... that he learned when Dr. El announced the winning bid. She speaks, Roberto dares not offer a word.
“Every member has his or her own room. I call it my pla
