Chapter Twenty-Two
After that encounter, I am each day led by a huge uniformed guard to a curious room crammed with exercise equipment. The cattle prod wielding harridan directs me to a treadmill, connects my testicle chain to a hook, flips a switch and watches without compunction as I am forced to jog to exhaustion.
But even the exercise does not lower the tide of the hormones spurring my erections. One day a particularly attractive guard supervised my exercise and I found myself firming for her. And what made matters more disconcerting for me was that I seemed to enjoy exhibiting myself. And she certainly seemed to enjoy watching... a naked male running about on the endless canvass with erect p***s bobbing about.
About a week after Ms. Ilona’s inspection, Miss Beatrice returns for
