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
Michael asked in surprise, "What happened? Are you hurt?" "It's worse than being hurt..." Bruce choked up. "Only you can save me now..." Realizing the urgency of the matter, Michael hurriedly said, "Where are you? I'll come over right now!" Although Michael was a professional doctor, Bruce knew that Michael couldn't do much as he would be alone and wouldn't have any medical equipment with him. The best and safest thing to do now was to go to the hospital himself. Hence, he cautioned, "Michael, listen carefully. I need you to prepare a private treatment room right now. Don't let any other doctor near me except you. Do it now! I'll come to the hospital right away!" "Okay, but first tell me what's going on so that I can be more prepared and waste no time!" queried Michael anxiously. Bruce hesitated for a moment, cleared his throat, and heaved, "I-It's my penis. I-It's about three times larger than usual... I-I feel like it's about to die..." "Holy shit!" Michael yelped in sh
Camilla got into Bruce's car and drove them to Manhattan Hospital. The car screeched to a stop at the door of Manhattan Hospital ten minutes later. Michael had been waiting at the door with a wheelchair. Seeing the car coming, he hurriedly pushed the wheelchair over and opened the door. Bruce was curled up in the passenger seat, his body twitching and shivering in great pain. Shocked to realize the urgency, Michael quickly carried him out of the seat. Through the robe, he saw the outline of Bruce's penis and was stunned. He gasped involuntarily, "Bruce, please tell me this is not a prank!" Bruce broke down and exclaimed, "This is not April Fool, and I'm in no mood to play a prank on you, especially not with my damn penis! For God's sake, can you please hurry up and do a check-up?!" Michael came to his senses and quickly apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I-It's just too scary..." As he spoke, he pushed the wheelchair and ran toward the inside of the hospital.
Michael looked at Bruce and affirmed in a serious tone, "From the looks of it, it is impossible to find out the cause of the disease, but your current situation is indeed perilous. We can't stop the high surge of blood pressure in your penis, and the tissues there are showing signs of hypoxia and necrosis. If we don't cut it off as soon as possible, it may cause systemic sepsis, and it's bad for you..." "Fuck!" Bruce cursed in rage. "Hey, I came to see you to fix it, not to just chop it off! Haven't you ever encountered such a condition?!" Michael attested sternly, "You have to trust my diagnosis. We have many ways to fix it if it's just a normal swelling, but your case is different. This color indicates that the tissue is already necrotic. This is why people have to amputate their legs and hands. There's nothing much we can do." He cleared his throat and added, "Professional doctors can actually tell at a glance whether the condition is good or bad and whether amputation is nece
By using his power, Gustavo had gotten the bed next to Charlie. He was just about to chat with Charlie to butter him up when the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed. He quickly took out the phone and looked at it. He was a bit surprised to see that it was a call from Bruce. 'What the fuck?!' Gustavo cursed in his mind. 'How dare he call me?! Does he think he is a big shot?' At some point, Gustavo had a clear reluctance to answer calls. He disliked the feeling of answering the phone more and more because he felt that the calls would upset him. He preferred his subordinates to respectfully report to him or send him text messages in a dignified tone. On the contrary, he preferred to make phone calls when it came to giving orders because he liked the pleasure of direct command. Everyone around Gustavo knew about his dislike of answering phone calls, so they usually sent a message that started with "Dear Mr. Sanchez". He hadn't received a call like this in years. If Gustavo ha