Chad stared straight ahead. Some guy was polishing his shiny naked body. He could see his reflection in the mirror behind the man. It looked like he was made of plastic, more a mannequin version of himself than his human self. He didn't remember leaving the field house. He just remembered putting on the lube, and then it all sort of got fuzzy. He could see a large empty crate on the floor of what he surmised was a mansion. He was up on some sort of pedestal with steps that the man buffing him was standing on.
"Fine, Stokes. You can leave."
"About the crate, sir?" the man in the rolled up sleeves and waistcoat asked. He had obviously had worked up a sweat polishing Chad.
Chad was a bit disconcerted. He couldn't move or blink even. He just stood there watching silently.
"Oh, bot boy will take care of that," he answered.
"Very good, sir," he said glancing distrustfully at Chad. The dude was afraid Chad would replace him maybe? Why was this guy calling him bot boy? Chad wished he could turn to see who was talking to the servant. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his inner thigh. He pulled it away.
"Oh, darn, you smudge so easily," the man said. Suddenly, there was a handkerchief polishing Chad's inner thigh. He felt hot breath on the thigh, and then more rubbing.
"There, that's better," said the man in a satisfied tone.
"Now, Chadbot," the man said.
Instantly, Chad felt electrified. His body could move, but he needed to wait.
"Chadbot, step down the steps and walk over to the desk next to the mirror," he ordered. Chad obeyed. "Good," he added.
Chad was pissed. He hadn't been able to see more than the guy's arm, shoulder and part of his leg in the reflection from the mirror. He surmised the guy was about his age, and buff, but he still didn't know who the guy was.
"Now pick up the pen, and write on the blank paper a list of everyone you have had sex with ever."
Chad started writing at a furious pace. He soon filled both sides of three sheets of paper.
"Now circle all the males on the list."
Chad remained motionless.
"Hm. On the next sheet of paper write down the names of the guys you would least like to have fuck you."
Again Chad obeyed. It filled two pages fairly quickly. He might have gone on, but the voice said, "Stop."
A hand pulled that list away from Chad, and the voice laughed. "Ooh, lookie here, I made the top ten." Chad wanted to react, but he could only stand, listen and wonder, which man he was owned by now.