You wake up, sitting in a small room with no furnishing except the bunk you are sitting in. The tiles on the floor are a simple black-and-white checker pattern. You are free to move around, you aren't tied to anything. There are no windows, a single swinging light and a single door. The door is metal, and deadlocked to that measure. It has a slit in the bottom - for food, you presume, though you haven't gotten any yet, though water has arrived through the cube-shaped hole in the wall.
You sit with a sigh. You don't remember how you got here, or who kidnapped you, or anything about this place. Why did this happen? Who would have kidnapped you?
You climb back onto your bunk, relaxing and trying to sleep to escape the hunger. You are incredibly surprised when the door-slit opens and a tray of bread, rice and cheese is pushed through.
You scarf it down, but it only helps slightly to alleviate the pain you feel. You have had nothing to do for days.
You are going insane.
The door opens a few hours later and a young man, perhaps 20 years old, opens the door. He wears a black t-shirt and a lime green hooded sleeved shirt over that. He also wears long black pants, has tousled red hair, pale skin and a perpetual smirk. He is very sexy.
"Come on!" He commands, gesturing for you to get up and leave your cell. "I don't have all day!" His voice is energetic and forceful. It seems too good to be true - freedom at last?
Your hopes are shattered as the man produces a pair of handcuffs and clamps them over your wrists the moment you step towards the door. He also manacles your feet and gags your mouth.
"Come on!" He repeats, dragging you out of the cell by your chains. He leads you down an empty corridor, into a large, blank room. There is a harness hanging from the rooftop, and a large vat you cannot see inside of, but apart from that, the grey room is empty.
The man undoes your manacles and handcuffs and gestures for you to undress. You wait for some privacy, but the man continues staring in impatience, and eventually you remove your clothes, revealing your flat, muscular chest and limp penis.
The man nods, strapping you into the harness. It was clearly made for somebody exactly your size, and fits perfectly. You feel like you are floating as the harness lifts you into the air and moves you forward till you are above the vat.
The man stands next to the vat and slowly removes the top, revealing a barrel-sized vat of viscous silver liquid, moving slowly and ploddingly.
The man nods and the machine begins to lower you into the vat. You panic and begin to struggle, but you are bound too snugly. Your toes touch the top of the liquid. It is cold, thick and gooey like latex, and sticks to your naked flesh.
You are lowered further into the liquid, still struggling futily, and then all if a sudden you are completely submerged.
It is cold, dark and gooey, the latex-like substance sticking to you, attaching to you. You can barely move for all the liquid, it is so sticky.
Then the harness lifts you out slowly, and you feel the latex-like substance begin to harden. Your skin is soon covered in what feels like a layer of thin, transparent rubber.
You suddenly feel searing pain accross your whole body, with a terrible sensation of JOINING, and you thrash for a second or two before you realize what is happening.
The latex-like substance is fusing with your skin and hardening further, forming your skin into a metallic exterior. Around your neck, joints, mouth and all across your penis, it remains plasticky and clear. You guess this is for mobility.
Your skin now hard metal, the exoskeleton lowers you to the ground. You don't feel hot, rather, you feel cold. Unnaturally cold. You guess the metal has deadened the nerve endings.
The man pulls out a long, thick metallic object and presses it to the base of your skull. You feel that searing pain again, and thrash about, only to have your limbs suddenly stop moving. You try to thrash, but your limbs refuse to obey.
You stand, frozen in place, unable to move, as the man steps back and watches you. You suddenly begin to notice yourself... Forgetting. You are forgetting things. Just little tidbits, but you feel the holes appear.
You memory begins to fade faster, with things like your address and phone number disappearing. You desperately try to hold on, but soon even your name deserts you.
You remember nothing. You feel empty. You feel relaxed. You feel cold. You feel cold. You feel empty. You feel cold. You feel empty.
Cold. Empty. Empty. Cold. Hard. Empty.
You feel... Obedient.
Subservient.
Submissive.
You want only to do as you are told. To do as you are told. Do as you are told.
You watch, unable to move, as the man stamps a number on your arm. 1720. You feel that number define you. You are just a number. An object. Cold. Hard. Empty. Just an object.
A robot.
You stand, awaiting orders from Master. Your Master smiles, and takes your metal hand in his, leading you down another corridor. You enter a large room, moving steadily and robotically. You feel nothing. Cold. Hard. Empty. Cold. Hard.
The man raises an eyebrow, and somehow his whole meaning is conveyed. You fall to your metallic knees and open your rubbery mouth.
The sexy man - Master - pulls down his pants and reveals his thick cock. He peels back the foreskin and you take the whole thing in your mouth, licking it with your rubbery tongue, carresing it with your rubbery lips.
It only takes a few minutes for him to come, and you swallow all the thick yellow lumps of semen.
Master smiles, and you feel ecstatic. You are useful to your Master.
Then the smile fades and he pulls his pants away from his buttocks and you shove your rubbery cock in. You feel cold. Hard. Empty. Cold. Metallic. T
Robotic.
And happy.