My life had been very quiet since my misadventure when Dr. Hirata played Frankenstein with my genitals and served me up as a naked sushi platter and Ms. Stone assigned me to a Dominatrix. I was too busy thinking about my upcoming graduation, which was only a few months off to realize it was a quiet before a storm. I had been sending out resumes and letters to some of the companies Ms. Stone had provided. I hadn't decided if I wanted to join up with one of the FD Corp. affiliates or make a clean break and work for a company that wasn't run with a female domination mindset. Ms. Stone had indicated that I would have my pick of jobs if I went with an FD Corp. connection.
I thought about what it might be like working for one of the FD Corp. companies. Perhaps I'd have to come to the office and be forced to work in the nude, surrounded by clothed women. I wondered if the employees there would be allowed to use, or abuse, me the way I had been used on assignments for Ms. Stone. My head kept telling me I should go and work for some normal company. As a coder, I could possibly even work remotely from home and not be bothered interacting with the other employees except through Zoom meetings.
Hell, if I could work from home I could probably work naked and no one would know. But what if I wanted to be leered at by the female employers and be forced to be nude in the office all day? My assignments with FD Corp. had revealed a depraved side of me I didn't know existed. Every time I thought about being naked in a work cubicle surrounded by clothed female co-workers; staring, leering, fantasizing, I popped a boner.
When I last spoke with Ms. Stone she seemed to indicate that she wasn't likely to need my services for a while. She probably felt especially guilty about what had been done to me while she was away over Christmas break. We never talked about it; but I had the feeling that she knew everything that had happened. It would certainly explain why Dr. Hirata, Dr. Zahn and Officer Jane were no longer around. I was just grateful that my Frankenpenis had returned to my normal but still impressive size and working order.
I had arranged my schedule so that my classes were very light for my last semester. I felt like coasting through to graduation. I still needed to show up and get passing grades so I had chosen easy classes. As long as I graduated my contract with FD Corp. would be fulfilled and I was on my own. FD Corp. had provided me with a handsome investment/retirement portfolio, so as long as I landed a decent job I should be set for life. I didn't realize just how lucky I was.
Due to my success with my assignments for Ms. Stone, I'd been given access to a smaller, private workout space inside the main college gym building. Only some wealthy alums, College Board members and celebrities were allowed its use. I felt pretty privileged. It was so private that I often worked out in the nude if it struck my fancy. I suppose it was a way of rebelling against being told by women when and where to be nude.
I was giving myself a pretty heavy free-weight workout. I'll confess that sometimes during a heavy workout, especially if I'm naked, I'll pop a boner. Sometimes I'll even beat my meat a bit. I almost didn't notice how eerily quiet the private gym was. There I was, naked with a hardon, pumped, sweating like a pig and having a helluva good time when the lights went out. I called out.
"Hey...what the fuck? Whoever it is quit screwing around!"
A female voice answered back.
"Do not be alarmed Mr. Summers. I needed to speak with you on a very important matter in a place where we will not be disturbed."
Too late, I was already alarmed.
"Look lady, if you've got some kind of voyeur fantasy I'll be glad to talk, otherwise I'm getting the hell outta..."
"Be quiet and listen. A close friend of yours is in very serious trouble. It is literally a matter of life and death. It is he who suggested that my employer contact you."
"Look lady, I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing..."
"His name is Tim."
I felt as if I'd been doused with cold water. I hadn't seen my pal Tim in quite a while, in fact not since our 'gay for pay' adventure with a BBW voyeur. The last time we spoke he had been very vague about his recent activities. My mind was racing wondering what the hell he could have been doing that could sound so dire. The lights snapped back on. Once my eyes adjusted I saw a woman in what seemed to be a private security uniform. She looked like a cliché of 'men in black' complete with dark glasses. I hate to sound like a chauvinist, but she was not what you would call 'attractive' in any way. She pushed her suit coat aside to show me that she was indeed carrying a gun. She also had a laptop computer. I remembered that I was standing there balls naked with a woody and reached for my towel. She smirked.
"That won't be necessary Mr. Summers. I prefer that you remain undraped, as it were, for our conversation. Besides, the view is most impressive as we had been told. Now that I have your full...attention, I will show you the kind of trouble your friend Tim has brought upon himself."
She opened the laptop and made a few keystrokes.
"This is a live satellite feed. What you are about to see is happening right now."
I couldn't believe my eyes. There was Tim, totally naked and standing in what looked like a concrete box. Was it a building cornerstone? I couldn't tell where he was although the area looked like some sort of construction site. I also saw that he was wearing handcuffs of some sort. Only instead of just cuffing his wrists they seemed to also cuff his cock and balls. I shook my head. Even in this situation my pal Tim, always the total horn dog, was sporting an erection. Tim's voice shouted through the laptop.
"Randy...buddy...I'm in bad trouble...you gotta help me dude!"
A gruff female voice shouted at him to sit down in the concrete box. From somewhere out of camera range I saw a shovel come into view and dump what looked like cement on Tim's penis. I yelled.
"Whatever the fuck is going on STOP IT!"
The 'woman in black' spoke.
"You can save your friend, but I need you to swear your full co-operation."
"Yes...YES...but how do I know this is live? I want to talk to Tim right now!"
Another shovelful of cement slowly and deliberately splattered on Tim's torso and again on his crotch. My female visitor answered curtly.
"You are hardly in a position to make demands. Say 'please'."
"PLEASE!"
She handed me a cell phone and I dialed Tim's number. I watched on the screen of the laptop as a phone was put to Tim's ear.
"Tim...what the fuck man?"
"Randy...you gotta help me!"
"All right...all right...anything...I swear!"
"Very good Mr. Summers, I was hoping to find you co-operative. Your friend's run of bad luck may have changed."
I watched on the laptop as Tim was pulled out of the concrete box and led, still naked, cement dripping off his body, to a waiting car. I stood there...speechless.
"Your Tim will call on you this evening with more details. As you have seen, my employer has some very 'old-world' ideas on settling scores with those who cross her. Do not even think of contacting the police...or your friends at FD Corp. Your local police have no jurisdiction where this matter will be resolved and the police there will not concern themselves with my employer's affairs. Do as you will be told and your friend's debt to my employer will be considered 'paid in full'."
The lights went out again. After a moment they went on. I was alone once more. I couldn't wrap my head around what I had witnessed. It was like something out of the Godfather movies. I realized that I was still standing there naked. I showered, dressed and ran back to my dorm room to wait for Tim. A few hours later there was a knock at my dorm room door. I opened it to find Tim standing there in only torn, dirty sweat pants; bits of dried cement still splattered on his body.
"You look like hell! What the fuck is going on?"
