By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 25: The Experiment Can Be Considered a Success
In a second the twins were dragging me out. “Roger!” I shouted, but his expression of calm benignity never changed. The door slammed. I was back in the passageway, being propelled toward a room at the distant end. If that was “the room,” then I was the “it.”
Champ and Chimp dragged me in, and Roger followed.
“Put the slap on the wall,” he said. “And fluff.”
“Sir thank you sir.” They moored my cuffs to a ring on the wall. Then they stripped out of their browns and began to kiss and grope each other, groping and sweating and grinding and making each other hard, so hard that if their boots hadn’t anchored them to the floor they could have climbed to the sky on each other’s dicks. Were they fighting or making love? It didn’t matter. They were two volcanoes, ready to erupt. Then spotlights came on. The windowless room was boiling with light. And there were other lights—little red lights in the corners of the room. Roger was filming this! The lights seemed to set the boys off even more. Molten mountains, beasts in a colosseum . . . .
