The reception room at Brooklyn Prison was not in the office area or the prison area but in a transitional area between the two. Because of its location, the reception room was not far from the prison area. Once they exited the iron gate, they walked a distance along a corridor and arrived at the reception rooms. Nonetheless, the reception rooms at Brooklyn Prison were divided into different categories. First was the regular reception room, which was used by all inmates. There were dozens of tables in the room, and the inmates would meet their families and lawyers there. It was the reception room with the least privacy as several guards would be watching, and many prisoners would meet their visitors at the same time. Physical contact and exchange of objects were strictly prohibited. Those with slightly special identities could get a relatively small private reception room which guaranteed a certain level of privacy. There were no other prisoners and visitors in the room, and onl
Bruce laughed out loud. "I can understand the first two, but what does the third mean? Are there guys who don't wish to get hard for too long? Who would think that?" "You don't understand, Mr. Weinstein." Charlie smiled and explained, "It's terrible for a man not to get hard, but it's even worse to be too hard. There are some very special situations you haven't encountered yet. When you do, you'll know how painful it is." At this moment, Bruce simply saw Charlie as a quack who was trying to deceive him. He prided himself as a highly educated man in an elite social class, so he was not interested in such pseudoscience. Hence, he donned a perfunctory smile and said, "Well, I hope that I'll never encounter such a strange situation, or I'll have to ask for your help." Charlie chuckled. "Yes. I also hope that you'll never encounter it, but if you do, I'm afraid that only I can treat you." As they talked about the male erectile dysfunction issue, Gustavo raised his eyebrows and rem
After the conversation, Bruce stomped his feet slightly, obviously unable to hold back his excitement. He seemed to want to end the meeting as soon as possible. Noticing his reaction, Charlie said to Gustavo, "Let's not waste Bruce's precious time. Tell him about the cell room exchange and my phone, and we'll get going." Gustavo hastily leaned toward Charlie and whispered, "Why don't you move to my cell? It's the best in the prison, and there is also a TV and WiFi." Charlie waved his hand disdainfully. "I put so much effort into setting up the rules for my cell. How can I just leave? If you don't like my cell, stay in your own cell." Widening his eyes in horror, Gustavo shook his head nervously and fretted, "No, no. Let's do it your way. I'll move to your cell!" Gustavo's greatest fear now was that his son would send someone else to kill him. Charlie had extraordinary strength, and Moses was obedient to him. No one in the prison could hurt him as long as he stayed with Char
Earlier, Charlie had abruptly gotten involved in the conflict between Gustavo and Moses. Leandro was worried but didn't dare to involve himself in whatever went down. Seeing that Charlie had left with Gustavo and come back together, he presumed that there was no conflict or danger, so he plucked up the courage to approach Charlie. Knowing Leandro's smart and wise characteristics, Charlie smiled and suggested, "From today, Gustavo will be moving into my cell. Would you like to move in too?" Leandro gasped in shock. He couldn't understand why the infamous Gustavo would take the initiative to move into Charlie's cell. After all, Gustavo's cell was the best in the entire prison. Only a fool would give up such a good room to live in an ordinary cell. However, when Charlie invited him, he jumped excitedly and beamed, "Thank you for the offer. Okay, I'll move in with you!" In Leandro's opinion, he couldn't get in touch with a powerful man like Gustavo even in his dreams. Now, he had
Because of Gustavo's presence, Leandro quickly packed his belongings and moved to Charlie's cell as the yard time was about to end. When Gustavo arrived at Charlie's cell, he blurted out in astonishment, "Damn! Why is your cell so clean?!" The other inmates exchanged dismayed glances with each other, remembering the vivid memory of the cleaning misery in their minds. With an ambiguous smile, Charlie affirmed, "Hygiene is the most important thing in this cell. I don't care if they are locked up because of arson, murder, theft, sexual assault, or fraud. If anyone doesn't keep the cell clean, I'll make them pay."He then looked at Gustavo and added in a serious voice, "You too." Trembling in fear, Gustavo hastily replied, "Don't worry. I'll do whatever you say!" For Gustavo, Charlie was his only protection to stay alive, so he dared not disobey him at this moment. Noticing the simple decoration in the cell despite being clean, he suggested attentively, "I spent at least 200 g
Gustavo was supposed to be the one who spent the night at the hotel, but Bruce benefited from it. Gustavo's men had received the message regarding Bruce's arrival in advance. They were waiting at the door when Bruce arrived at the hotel and attentively escorted him to the presidential suite on the top floor. The two women, who had flown all the way from Argentina, had been waiting in the room. Both were dressed in sexy and appealing cosplay costumes. One was an obedient maid while the other was a submissive and cowardly prisoner. When Bruce entered the room, the two ladies swiftly approached him, and the maid beamed in a charming voice, "Master! You're back!" The female prisoner stuttered in a slightly nervous voice, "W-Warden... Y-You're back..." This sight excited Bruce instantly, and he could feel blood rushing all over his body. Although he was an experienced playboy, he had never experienced such treatment in an exclusive location. The two ladies' beauty was out of t
The "maid" soon noticed something unusual. She looked down, hastily stepped back in horror, and mumbled, "W-What the hell is that?!" The "prisoner" was equally terrified. She stepped back, waved her hands frantically, and quavered, "I-I-I'm afraid I can't take it... I-I'll refund the money..." By this time, Bruce's face had turned red. It wasn't because he was angry, but he was in so much pain that he felt like he was going to explode at any moment. He had never experienced such severe pain in his life. Each second felt like forever. Despite her horror, the "maid" approached him and asked, trembling, "S-Sir, I t-t-think you should have that checked. It looks like the tissue is dying..." Bruce was sweating profusely. The increasing pain had caused his legs to weaken and even begin to shake violently. He desperately covered his penis and cried out in misery, "Q-Quick! H-Help me! It's going to explode... I can't take it anymore!" The two ladies were shivering in fear. The
Hearing that Bruce wanted ice cubes, the agile Camilla quickly urged, "Talia, there's an ice bucket in the suite bar with a bottle of champagne in it. Go get the bucket!" Talia, the woman in the prisoner costume, came to her senses and immediately rushed out of the bedroom. After a series of clanging sounds, Talia ran over with an iron bucket full of ice cubes. Camilla quickly grabbed the bucket, crouched down, and squatted in front of Bruce's crotch as she handed the bucket to him. Bruce wanted to put his penis directly into the bucket, but due to the limitation of the situation, he had no choice but to pour the ice cubes between his legs. He thought the ice cubes would ease his pain, but to his bewilderment, the ice cubes could not relieve the severe pain and extreme swelling at all. Due to the painful and agonizing sensation, Bruce's face distorted more and more. The unprecedented pain completely broke him down emotionally. He sat on the floor and wailed his lungs out. A