The room is brightly lit, so I can’t see through the glass, but I get a great view of the ten of us standing here, naked, noosed, waiting.An executi...n? No, a rather complicated and lethal game. As I said, I can’t see through the glass. But I know what’s there: a wide corridor with a little console in front of the glass. The console has a slot for a credit card, a dial to select one of us, a switch labeled "drop: long/short", and a big red button.Waiting. I don’t know when, but sooner or later a. Not having to work things out was nice.He was still in a haze when, three weeks after his arrival, he was gotup and dressed in some clothes that, while strange, were nice andcomforting. The fit might be a bit tight round his waist and the shoesmight have a very high heel, but overall he liked them. He was pleasedwhen he was told that this was to be his uniform at his new job,although he couldn't remember applying for one.He was taught all sorts of new things. He learned to walk. “So, how long has it been since you’ve had sex? And I don’t mean masturbating. That doesn’t count.” Reena looked at me, smiled and said, “In that case, it’s been four weeks. Four long weeks. If we’re counting masturbating, right before we got talking. I needed to take the edge off so I took matters into my own hands in the shower. What about you?”“It’s been five weeks since Rakesh fucked me, and I used a handy little toy this morning, Reena I don’t know about you, but I’m so fucking horny right. He flushed the toilet and began masturbating. He looked at his new pretty boy lying there all still. Gerard got horny around Michael. He would have sex with him whenever he wanted. Michael would please him in every way. Survival was the most important thing in jail. For the next ten years, he'd love gay sex."My dick's hard again! Suck it pretty ass!"Michael moved over to where Gerard was again. He knelt and opened his mouth wide. Gerard leaned up against the wall and played in Michael's hair..