So long, he’s broken. Broken by society, re-shattered by Dr. Marx. Fetish sparks in the institutional air. A boy discovers he is, in fact, desperate for this scene. He goes nowhere. He really is fucked. It’s not a hospital, but it feels like one. A crazy one. Sticky, mouth, transparent, tape, gags, blinded, disoriented. Could this really be just a session? Anger. Denial. Depression. Acceptance? A porn scene you’ll be watching in awe, minute by minute,but don’t you usually fast forward or skip around through scenes? One liners. Feedback and perception. You need this one. You all do. You’re in the hands of a goddess-level practitioner.
