The Breeder
I woke up. Unable to think straight I opened my eyes only halfway. It was foggy. I blinked slowly a few times to clear my vision staring at the white shiny floor. White! I hated white. While I stared at the floor I noticed my male form was totally naked. And tied up. My legs were spread and two leather straps encircled my ankles, fastened to some hooks in the floor. I couldn’t move an inch. Lifting my head I looked up at my wrists. The same leather straps were tightened around them and secured to a steel beam hanging from the roof. At least my arms weren’t spread out. But why was I naked? A growing panic started as I remembered movies I’d seen with guys stripped naked and tortured by the enemy. I …