Chapter Eight
Ted Dalton
Following the doctor’s instructions is easy. Whatever drug has been injected robs me of all desire to move. But the syringe used on my p***s is another story. ‘Little Ted’ feels as if he will explode! I have never had such a sensation of fullness and been so aware of my organ. It feels as if I am all p***s!
And to lie helplessly while the two women peer at me with such looks of sang froid should be disconcerting. I am reminded of a steer at the slaughterhouse. Yet, I am oddly comfortable...the drug!
The humming of the machine, looming over me as if it will devour, finally stops and this middle aged dour woman, the doctor, turns to the black nurse.
“Put him in suspension for the n****e piercings, Naomi. I doubt if he will make trouble but there is no point in t
