Chapter Eight
By now, Bobby thought his night of erotic torment would never end. His mind was shattered; his c**k ached with a world-class case of blue balls. The silver cockring had kept him from innumerable orgasms —he could hardly imagine what it would feel like to get s****l relief. Whenever he thought he was getting used to being a s****l prisoner and toy, the sadistic vixens of Tau Zeta Rho would escalate to a new and unexpected level. Exposed above the laughing crowd, a toy to be won and used, Bobby experienced the stark humiliation of being merely a s*x object. When the mechanical whirring sound signaled that he was being lowered once again into the s*x chamber below, he trembled with fear and anticipation. His n*****s tingled; his still-rigid erection throbbed. After the vampire,
