84 Days
Chapter Two
They didn’t come in the next morning until it was way past sunrise. More like ten o’clock. Miss Helga dragged me out of the cage and I crawled along behind them into the large downstairs bathroom. Her husband was already there waiting on his knees with his hands behind his head, a large dinner plate in front of him.
“Crawl over to the corner and assume the same position that faggot is in,” Miss Helga said. “He is about to get his treat and I want you to see how he gets to do it so you can prepare for your time.”
“What’s so special?” I wondered. “He beats off onto the plate, they probably make him lick it up and then he gets locked back up.”
“You may start, faggot,” Miss Bea said.
The first thing fat boy did was to reach down in the toilet and pull out a log of s*
