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close to the finish line, Ramona circled her legs around mine an’ grabbed my ass an’ pulled me harder against her.  I came first...lots sooner than I do now...so she kept pullin’ me against her till she was done.  Then she bit my left tit.  Drew blood.

I yelped an’ yanked away from her an’ said, “What the fuck?!”

She just chuckled, licked her lips an’ kissed my other tit.  Then she said, “That makes you mine.”

I laughed, an’ we went at it, again.

Like I said, we were together till I was sent to County.  Even her dad raisin’ all kinds of shit about us takin’ the car didn’t mean jack; we’d sneak it off anytime we wanted, since I’d been sharp enough to get an extra set of keys made.  Oh, I’d try to park it exactly like he parked it, so he wouldn’t notice.  But sometimes I was just a little too out of it to give a fuck.  We laughed our asses off about it -- till he sold the damn thing.

But then she heard about me an’ Paco an’ his vatos.  Seems this cousin of hers was in for shopliftin’ an’ got the skinny from one of the guards in exchange for a couple tabs of acid.  When she found out, she stopped talkin’ to me.  Wouldn’t answer the phone.  Wouldn’t even come to the door when I went to her place.  Only clue I got she knew was the last time I was there; her dad smirked at me an’ muttered, “Maricon,” an’ she told me she didn’t want to go out that day ‘cause she had a headache.  So I went out an’ asked a vato buddy of mine what that word meant -- maricon.  An’ he fuckin’ told me.  Fuckin’ Ramona fuckin’ dumped me ‘cause I got fucked.  Fuckin’ bitch.

So I shifted to the club scene, where only a couple people knew me, an’ built up a new rep till I finally collided with Connie.  An’ I put that cunt out of my mind.  Till this dream.

Like I said, I was flyin’ on my back, in my prison grey.  Her on top me, straddlin’ me, which she never did ‘cause then she couldn’t dig her nails into my butt.  She was tearin’ at my shirt with her hands an’ teeth an’ screamin’, “C’mon, you fuckin’ pussy, giddy up, giddy up!”  But my shirt wouldn’t tear.  Buttons wouldn’t come undone.  I had a ragin’ hard-on in my pants but the fuckin’ zipper was locked in place.  So she slapped me.  Fuckin’ hard.  An’ it fuckin’ hurt.  I thought you weren’t supposed to feel pain in dreams.  Then all of a sudden, it was Connie on top me an’ Ramona was under me, tearin’ at my ass through my pants.  She was usin’ her teeth.  Didn’t work.  Connie had her scissors an’ was tryin’ to cut the uniform away, but they broke.  An’ Connie started to cry.

Then Ramona dropped away an’ Connie an’ I flipped to where I was on top her an’ she froze into a statue.  That’s when I saw we were miles above the earth an’ we weren’t flyin’, we were fallin’.  An’ somebody was on top me, tearin’ my shirt away like it was paper.  Then tearin’ my pants down like they were nothin’.  I thought it was Ramona, again, but it was Father Tello.  Which didn’t make sense; he’d never tried to pull any shit with me, but now he we was feelin’ me up rough, grabbin’ an’ pokin’ an’ pinchin’ an’ proddin’ an’ whisperin’, “If only you’d let me.  If only you’d let me.”

Then Tello an’ Connie were gone an’ I was lyin’ on top one of that Dodge’s tail fins an’ I was still fallin’.  But now Wayne was standin’ in front of me, naked an’ slappin’ me an’ the ground was rushin’ up to me and then suddenly I was on it, but I hadn’t landed.  I was just...there.  Finally I looked ‘round an’ the world began to change shape around me.  Into that room.  Where I’d just fucked Shayes.  But I wasn’t where I was supposed to be, in there.  I remembered I was lyin’ on top Shayes when I drifted, but now I was off the bed an’ lookin’ at the floor but I wasn’t lyin’ on it.  Which didn’t make any sense.

That’s when I realized I was lyin’ on some kind of post with my arms droopin’ down the sides, so I tried to sit up but I couldn’t move my hands.  I yanked at ‘em an’ saw I was caught in the handcuffs attached to that hook in the floor!  My legs were caught, too!

What the fuck?

Man, I snapped awake then.  I looked around an’ saw I was on that leather-covered sawhorse.  Lengthwise, not bent over it.  My feet were chained to the legs, exposin’ my butt to the world, but I felt like I was covered, somehow.  I looked around an’ saw I was back in my briefs.  I didn’t get it.  When’d I put them back on?

I heard somebody gruntin’ to my left.  I looked over an’ saw Shayes tied to the chair by this wild system of ropes an’ knots that made him look like some macramĂ© project.  Shreds of some old clothes -- not his -- hung from his shoulders an’ waist, like he’d been dressed an’ stripped, again.  An’ he was squirmin’ as if he’s in pain.  Which he probably was; there were some wires attached to his dick an’ looked like to his balls, too.  Some kind of transformer was givin’ off a soft hum under the chair an’ Lenny -- naked as fuck with a ragin’ hard-on -- was playin’ rough with the guy.  Two of the video cameras sat on tripods, tapin’ it all.

“It really works, Wayne,” Lenny chuckled.  “I can feel the current.  Just touching his tits -- “ he touched ‘em

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