As the drug induced fog on my brain lifted, the sound of my heartbeat penetrated my brain like poison into a vein. Light. All I can see is light. My eyes are shut tight but all I can see is light, burning through my eyelids. Why? I didn't know. All I knew was I definitely wasn't in my warm bed. My head was pounding and I could only here my own heartbeat, blocking out everything else. I couldn't remember anything.
I couldn't remember how I got to where I was or why I was where I was. I felt cold cloth on my back and tough straps across my body, locking me down and making sure I couldn't move a single inch. First there were straps across my ankles, then there were straps across my muscular thighs. There were also straps around my waist, it had been tied so tight my already skinny waist was forced into breath-taking proportions like a corset.
There was another strap across my neck, tightening me to the point where it was difficult to breathe, even when breathing through my nose. There was one final much smaller strap across my forehead, keeping my head down. They were just five straps but they restricted any movement. As soon as I had registered that I was tied down to something I realised what I was tied down to.
I was tied down to a medical table on wheels, being rapidly wheeled down a corridor. I hoped this meant I was in a hospital, but a hospital would never tie me down so restrictively to the point where I could hardly breathe. Then something else made me realise that wherever I was, it wasn't as a patient in a hospital. There was something shoved deep inside my mouth, blocking out all speech and filling it with saliva.
I was gagged with a bit gag similar to that of what a horse wears. Eventually I got the courage to open my eyes but all I saw was what I expected to see. A white ceiling occasionally dotted with circular white ceiling lights. Had I not been gagged and bound up like a bitch, I'd think I really was in a hospital. But where would I be that would gag me, tie me up and wheel me down a corridor on a medical table?
I couldn't see who was wheeling me but I did manage to hear the clonking of boots across the floor from someone who was behind me.
"Where am I?" I demanded to know.
There was no answer but I know I could be heard under the bit gag. A horse still makes noises whilst it's being hidden, doesn't it?
So I demanded a second time, "Where am I?"
Finally I got an answer.
A feminine voice replied as sweetly as possible, "The Imarbitarian, darling."
I had no idea what an 'Imarbitarian' was, but it sounded medical. And I didn't like it.
"Don't worry, you'll get situated in your room soon." She added hopefully.
My room? What room? After another minute of corridors the ceiling changed to grey concrete and yellow fluorescent lights. The ceiling was also considerably higher. I was in another room.
I hoped it wasn't mine though. Suddenly I felt my straps loosen and eventually be taken off. It relieved so much pressure on my body to be able to move around again and especially to breathe freely. I sat up on my table and saw a woman dressed as a scientist with a lab coat and goggles. She had simple brown hair, tied up in a bun. She took out a small plastic bag from her pocket.
As she did this I looked around the room. There were several other scientists, bustling about this large concrete room. At the side of the room was a row of showers. Suddenly I felt my ball gag unbuckled by a scientist behind me and dropped into the plastic bag. But that scientist was wearing gloves so it was technically never touched, but I didn't know why. The bag was then given to another scientist.
"Put this in Justin's file." She ordered, passing the bag over.
How did they know my name? Why did they have a file on me? Where the fuck was I? The scientist went over to a table where a thin robe sat and handed it to me.
"You're body is really the perfect specimen of masculine beauty, but put this on. It'll make you feel less vulnerable." She suggested.
It was a suggestion I was happy to take. As soon as I was given the robe I jumped up from my table and wrapped it around my apparently perfectly sculpted body. Even if I was flattered by the scientist's statement of my body being the perfect specimen of masculine beauty I still didn't like to flaunt my body. I just liked spending my extra time at the gym instead of sitting on my ass all day. Doesn't mean I want the whole world to see my body.
"So, you were already shaved deeply before you woke up, but now you just need to be washed." She explained.
Then I looked at my arms. There was no hair. I looked down at my chest. There was no hair. I looked down at my legs. There was no hair. I was a complete smoothie. Not a single hair was on my body aside from my head.
"Why did you shave all my hair off?" I demanded angrily.
The scientist held her hands up in a mock surrender.
"Calm down, big boy. It's the boss's orders that all of his..." She trailed off.
