Chapter Twelve
“Can that thing stand? It’s small even for a white d**k. And what happened to the rest of him?”
Money Shoes enjoys the verbal harassment, pointing at Sammy’s diminutive organ and noting his missing testicles. His words bring a smile as I hold Sammy’s leash, forcing him to face Money Shoes and press his nakedness against the bars.
“Get him up for me and Dr. Dawson, Nickie. I gotta see what that little ting looks like trying to stand. Show the boy what a nice b***h you are.”
With the command of Money Shoes, a foot kicks at the back of Nickie’s knees and a manicured black hand grasps the blond locks to pull him to the floor. Without use of arms or hands Nickie finds himself genuflecting before a surprised Sammy, my pet’s look of curiosity changing to horror as a long tongue
