The seediest bar in town has a secret-an underground passage to the "muscle dungeon". The Weeping Pines Motel sits beside the road like a decaying roadkill carcass. This is my home now. This is where my masters make me stay. How did I end up here? Stripped nude and wearing fluffy cat ears, I spend my evenings serving drinks. The men say I'm their catboy. They say I've joined their biker gang. Each night, they feed me their...