My memory of the events of the past few weeks are still a little foggy. I am sitting here in a room which very much resembles the inside of a meat locker. The walls and ceiling comprise of a silver metallic alloy that were always cold. The door is all glass with the same metallic alloy framing the glass but no door handle on the inside, most likely to keep me and my cellmates inside. The entire room was no bigger than your normal bedroom closet, yet our captures decided to keep me and two others inside.
My first cellmate, a black male named Daniel, apparently has been here the longest. From what I could see, Daniel was about six foot four inches tall, about 230 pounds of solid muscle, and one tattoo on the peak of his right shoulder resembling the tongue of a serpent or a snake shaped in a letter 'v'. The one thing I noticed about the two of us, we were dressed the same: black leather studded collar, skintight black latex tights, and a nametag hanging from our collar. After noticing his tattoo, I looked at my right shoulder and noticed the same on me, showing that we were both marked for some purpose.
My other cellmate is a Hispanic female named Maria. Even though she had a Spanish accent, she claimed she didn't know any Spanish. She stood approximately five foot nine inches tall weighing approximately 145 pounds. Weirdly enough, she was dressed just like us. It seems our captors did not believe covering our upper bodies, regardless of sexual orientation. There is evidence she has been to the gym since she had a defined six-pack and some definition in her arms. Her breasts, to my best estimate, looked like to be a size 36 DD with small erect nipples with slightly bigger rings around.
For days, the three of us would stand around, shivering in the cold, trying to resurrect what had happened to us, where we were, and who captured us. We all had the same problem. Either we had amnesia and could not remember our past or somehow our minds were reconditioned that we could not remember. Our first memories we remember was coming off a cattle truck alongside other males and females. We all looked the same: collared and wearing a thong, and a temporary tag hanging from our collar. After being unloaded from the truck, we were brought into a facility where we were stripped, hosed down, shaved smooth, massaged by others with some sort of oil, redressed in our currently outfits, then dragged to our current location.
Hours go by and hours eventually turn into days. Our collars are fastened by means that weren't of this world. There was no padlock or any type of locking mechanism. The only thing we could see is a white square holding the collar together. We stopped pounding on the glass days ago. Much like the other stuff we noticed, the glass must have been specially made to keep the cold and the sound inside. The only time we realized the door had been opened was feeding time, which normally happened while we were sleeping. Normal food consisted of either cooked hamburger meat or chicken along with bottles of water. What we did not notice was that the more we ate, the bigger our muscles got without working out.
About two weeks since we were put inside this fridge that the door finally opened, while we were awake, and there stood the person who captured us. He looked like a white male, approximately six foot 5 inches tall, super muscular physique, much like a super bodybuilder, with a huge defined chest, eight-pack abs, and huge arms. What made him unique was the red snakeskin all over his body, mostly concentrated in his legs. He stood there with his upper body shining in either sweat of something artificial dressed in leather chap shorts while his sex organs were protected with a codpiece. He told us that his name was Viper and when we are ordered to speak to him, we are to refer to him as 'My Lord Viper'. In addition, when we are to give Viper a verbal response, all responses had to start with "Yes, My Lord Viper", and the human race was now referred to as 'human animals'.
Just as Viper stopped talking, he grabbed Daniel by the collar, attaching what looked to be a wireless leash, and pulled him out of the fridge. He did not go willingly. Daniel struggled with all his strength, but it was useless. Even though we were muscular, we were in fact weaklings compared to Viper. When Maria and I tried to grab Daniel, we were shocked with a cattle prod by another coldblood standing beside Viper. Once Viper and Daniel cleared the doorframe, the glass door was closed and cold air was introduced into the room. Apparently, the coldbloods want to keep their human captures at a certain temperature.
Not only was Maria and I scared what may happen to us, but we were now afraid what was happening to our cellmate Daniel. With no clock or watch, minutes seem like hours and hours seem like days. When it seemed like an eternity, our fridge door opened again. Daniel was thrown inside the fridge along the back wall. While trying to comfort him, Maria was zapped with the wireless leash and dragged out, screaming and struggling from fear of the unknown. Daniel looked different. His tights were no longer black, they were tiger print. His exposed upper body was shining, either from oil or from sweat. I tried to ask Daniel what had happened to him, but he looked as if he was in shock.
It was about an hour after Daniel came back that he was normal again and was able to tell me what was outside our specialized cage. He described the house as a living mansion, where humans were being used as slaves, doing the cooking and cleaning, used as objects, such as furniture, or as pets, always at the side of a coldblood. Daniel was taken to a room where he was stripped naked, not including his collar, handcuffed and forced on a hook, then had his body shaved down completely smooth, not sure if it was temporary or permanent. Once he was smoothed out, someone injected him and that's when he drifted into shock. The next thing Daniel remembered was waking up beside me. As I try to comfort Daniel, I noticed something peculiar about the shine on his body. Not only did it makes his muscles more attractive, but it had an aroma that was not like a scent I had ever experienced before.
After hours of standing and wondering about Maria, the fridge door opened again. Viper and another female human were standing there. Without noticing anything about her, she was thrown in and I was taken out on the wireless leash. Like a wild animal, I was struggling against my will with no results. Screaming didn't do anything. After a while, I noticed my collar would tighten up to prevent any type of noise from my mouth. Once outside the fridge, I noticed the bigger picture. An entire room filled with these glass doors with one huge safe-like metallic door at the end of the room. As I am dragged by the other glass doors, I could see other humans looking through the door as I come by them.
Once outside the place I later learned was named the 'meat locker', I was dragged into the main house. Just as Daniel described, it looked like a mansion with marble floors, artwork on the wall, and statues, except the statues were living humans secured in place by means I could not even imagine. Just seeing coldbloods of both sexes walking around with humans on leashes or used for inhumane uses made me struggle even more. Viper eventually took me to a room, similar to that where Daniel was. Just like Daniel, I was stripped and shaved, cuffed and hung on a hook. Unlike Daniel's experience, Viper left the room with me hanging. He had not injected me or oiled me down. Was my purpose different than Daniel?
After a few minutes, the door to the room opens and two coldbloods enter, one male with red snakeskin and one female with purple snakeskin, and both physically superior to my own. As they enter the room, they bring with them a rolling cart with different devices attached. Some of these devices looked like something found in an emergency room, some in a dungeon, while the remainder looks like prep tools for a kitchen. They were both dressed in a hospital green latex apron and when they turned around; I could see a matching latex thong string up their ass. As the two coldbloods prepared, I could hear them talk about me as if I was not even in the room. I was not sure whether or not the tools were being sharpened, sterilized, or altered. After examining one of the instruments, one would run their cold hand over one of my muscles and then comment to the other.
When the two were ready, my legs were spread and secured to the floor using the same method as the statues I saw inside the mansion. The two coldbloods very erotically applied oil to my body, starting with my lower legs. The oil felt very cold as if it was in a freezer. In my useless situation, all I could do is stay where I was and allow them to do their jobs. Every part of my body, from my neck down to my toes, was exposed to the oil. Once they got me all shined, another tube was brought out, this time rubbed on and inside my asshole, numbing it and allowing it not to contract. This oil basically is keeping my asshole open but it was so numb that I could not feel it. Next I saw them bring over a metallic device with a hole in the middle. I could see the male coldblood use a knob on the side to adjust the opening. As he turned it around, I could see metal tabs, and I did not want to even think what was going to be done.
