"Penis #23 is nearing ejaculation."
The first thing I remembered was the overwhelming scent of cum.
Everything smelled like a pair of boxers you've used to clean up after a few too many jerk off sessions.
Next was the moaning. So many masculine grunts and groans coming from all around me. I couldn't tell if they were sounds of pleasure or exhaustion.
My eyes quivered open and I immediately started to yell.
What the hell?
I was completely naked, strapped down to a table in some sort of massive warehouse. My hands were bound behind my head, the number #92 was scribbled under my left bicep, and a TV screen above was showing close-up footage of a penis ejaculating.
I looked around frantically and saw that I was surrounded by at least a hundred other naked men who were also tied to metal surfaces.
"Screaming doesn't help," came a friendly voice from my side. "Nobody can hear us in here."
I turned and saw a college-aged guy, just like me, casually laying there as some sort of clear tube moved up and down his erect dick.
"W--What?" I stammered. "What's happening?"