Josh's eyes fly open. He feels vague discomfort all over his body. What happened? The last thing he remembered was making out with Ted...and then? He must've had too much to drink and blacked out. He can't remember anything after that. He looks around. What is this place?
He finds himself in a plexiglass tube in what looks like a basement. He's...floating, suspended in a gel-like matrix. There's something pressing against his face. Reaching his hand up, he finds that it's some kind of oxygen mask. He begins to panic. What's going on here?! He examines his body. Looking down, he notices that he's naked. His clothes are gone. His cock is still rock hard, all six inches jutting out in front of him like a jouster's lance. There's a plastic tube strapped around his junk. What the heck?! He pulls at it, and a wave of intense pleasure courses through him as it squeezes his dick. Willing himself to ignore it, he tries to take it off, but the straps are tight and he can't find a way to remove them.