" Very good, Tommy." Alan smiled. "Now check for the same thing in the newer 'El Oroso'."Thomas set the older book down on the desk. And once again, T...omas found himself rapidly flipping through its pages until he found the exact page for which he was looking. There on that page was the senior picture of Alan Wheeler - only slightly different than the one of Arnie he remembered - sandwiched between Marli Webber and Jeannie Whipple."I don't believe this." Belief isn't a necessity, Tommy. Now. It was a small steel tube, clamped tight over my cock, a steelring bound firm around the base of my cock and balls. To fix it in place theyadopted a rather extreme (and escape-proof method). They pierced my cock andhooked a small loop thorough the hole. The pain was unbelievable, but suspendedfrom the beams in the barn, legs spread-eagle, I had no choice in the matter.The ring was then locked to the chastity tube. Additionally, to prevent thering at the base of my cock and balls coming off. “These are the ones I found.”Marcia scanned the sheet. “All of mine are on here ... plus a couple more.”“No showstoppers,” he replied.“I was looking over the agenda for the users’ conference,” she said. “I saw some presentations worth seeing.”“Meh,” he replied.“Why, meh?”“They might be marginally interesting. The vendor hosts this conference. I’d much rather there be an independent users’ organization throwing one of these parties. That way you’d know it wasn’t all a marketing piece.”“Then, why. “You are imagining things.” “You are ignoring them!” This time, Alicia didn’t resist the urge. She picked up the delicate glass vase of summer blooms next to her bed and hurled it with all her might toward the door. Water and flowers scattered across the floor, quickly joined by shards of glass when the vase shattered against the stout portal. Alicia flopped down on the bed in tearful frustration, not even acknowledging her mother’s warning about the forthcoming consequences when her father.