A custom requested POV of Lucid and I catching a gym peeping tom. It was all fun and games watching us on the squat rack until we heard your pathetic desperate whimpering. Into the cage, immediately, bars slammed shut and key tossed down the hall. How does it feel to be the one watched now, boy? As punishment, you can kiss and clean our dirty boots with your tongue. The only way out is through servitude. And even then, will you earn freedom?