Cell 26
“It’s disgusting. I’d rather not.”
It is rare that Roberto experiences revulsion and expresses reservation. Joey just smiles. He has too often witnessed the efficiency of the operant conditioning.
“All the food and baths I have offered. And yesterday I massaged you.”
Short leashed, Roberto cannot stand. Instead he kneels and stares in apprehension as Joey stands before him, turning to offer his well rounded buttocks, layered with the soft flesh of hormonal imbalance and meals heaped with ice cream. Whereas in Roberto’s state of complete chastity he has found attraction, coming to kiss—even venture well into the gluteal cleft with his tongue, on this occasion he resists.
“Who did that... used you like that?” Roberto blatantly inquires.
“Jealous? You know I must take care of th
