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and throbbed
on the stage in front of 300 women.
Then a collar was put on me, an electric one. "What song shall we
make him dance to?" was the call. $4,000 was the winning bid, and I was
forced to throb and pulsate to the rhythms while the women in the audience
screamed and yelled. Each time the music gave a strong beat, I was given a
strong jolt, sometimes on my neck, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes on my
legs. BOOM, JOLT; BOOM BOOM, JOLT thighs; BOOM, BOOM, NECK STOMACH; and
so it went.
I was exhausted, but the electric shocks made me keep pulsating. Then
the shocks stopped, and I was given a rest. The sweat came from every part
of my body and began to cool. This caused me to shiver and my muscles
trembled. I almost cursed the hours I spent in the gym lifting weights. I
wanted to sleep, but as soon as I started to rest, another electric shock
would hit my abdominals.
The mistress of ceremonies then did something I didn't expect: "WHO
WILL BID ON THE TRUNKS? THESE LITTLE BITS OF CLOTH? WHO WANTS TO SEE HIM
COMPLETELY NAKED? COMPLETELY!?"
The bidding was frantic, and I don't remem
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