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 started to struggle, but I was stretched so tight I could only move my ass a little. After a few minutes I gave up and started to look around.

The room I was placed in was the size of a living room. It was without windows, doorways and furniture though. Like the floor, the walls and roof were white. It reminded me about a hospital. The only thing in the room, other than me, was a small rectangle-formed table. On it laid a thing that looked like a small octopus. Fortunately it was placed on the other side of the room so I couldn’t study the ugly creature in detail.

With nothing better to do I tried to remember how I had come here. The first thing I remembered was that I had walked home after work in the evening. It had been nearly dark and I had taken a shortcut through an abandoned street. But then it started to get foggy. I thought I remembered being grabbed from behind by several small hands before a cloth turned up out of nowhere, covering my mouth and nose. And then, nothing. Hmm. They must have drugged me.

Unable to remember anything else I started to study the leather straps surrounding my wrists, trying to find a weakness. I tried to twist my hands free, but the only result I got was pain. The straps were so tight, not painfully tight (only when I twisted), but still incredibly tight. Still in a little pain I lowered my gaze to my feet. The leather straps there looked identical to the ones tied on my wrists. I tried to lift myself up, but with nothing to support my weight other than my wrists I ended up in pain again. I gave up.

Gazing at the floor I noticed some trails in it. I followed them with my gaze. The trails started right in front of me and went in two straight lines all the way to the table in the other end. It was obvious to me then that the disgusting creature would have a part in all this. Whatever this was. Only when I had followed the trails all the way to the table did I notice that the latter had small wheels on all four legs that fit in the trails. The table was obviously meant to be moved.