“Wake up, Justin… it’s time to have some fun.”
Justin groaned and tried to open his heavy lids. The bed seemed to spin like a slow whirlpool drawing him towards the center. He was on top of the blanket, which was almost pulled up but still far enough down that it bumped him in the lower back. After a sour belch with some alcoholic aftertaste, he cleared his throat and forced his eyes open.
A woman’s voice told him to wake up and he’d often respond with cocksure confidence that he couldn’t help but oblige. The voice sounded vaguely familiar though but then he was used to hearing naked women waking him up from bed, usually having made him breakfast, which he considered his final obligation to eat before coming up with some thing that unfortunately he had to get to very soon. And she was lovely and he had an amazing night and she was beautiful and he would text her very soon and they would get back together for something, just wait on his message. He would never call or text.
But there was no woman standing around or even curled up naked in his bed. He was naked though. But he couldn’t see his clothes anywhere.
Sniffling with slowly increasing concern, he scoped out the room that he found himself in. A lamp and dresser was immediately right next to the bed but no phone or other devices. The open door to a bathroom showed a glass shower and toilet with a countertop and cabinets. To his right was just a small gap between the bed and a blandly wallpapered wall. Beyond the bathroom door was a generic hotel table and chair decorated with a pink carnation placed in a water-filled crystal vase. The opposite wall had a large chest of drawers and a coat cabinet with a long mirror right next to another door which extended almost all the way to the bed. A simple hotel suite.
And he didn’t see anyone else or where the voice could’ve come from, including some sort of intercom. Stretching over to the side of the bed, he coughed into his hands and did another once over of the room before standing to his bare feet.
“Hello, Justin. Are you ready?” The voice spoke again with no inkling about where it was coming from. Instead, it felt like the voice was standing with him in the room and yet outside of it, present and yet projected.
Snapping, he questioned back, “Who are you? What’s going on?!” His voice barely carried in the confines of the room. Quickly, he checked beneath the bed and then scanned the bathroom again to see if anyone was hiding.
“Who am I? That’s a very good question. Can you answer that question? Do you know who I am? If you can answer that, then you’ll definitely find yourself in a better position.”
He had no clue what the bitch was on about but this was starting to get unsettling from being naked and not knowing what the cunt had planned for him. “You’re…someone I dated?”
“Oh sorry, sweet Justin… This is not twenty questions or multiple choice. Please walk to the cabinet in front of you and slide the door over.”
Stepping cautiously, Justin made his way to that end of the room but also kept his eyes on the main door. In the mirror, he could see his familiar body. A slim, rugged chest with firm muscles that he had been long trying to whip into a six pack but at least they didn’t look like garbage. Broad ropy legs that sprawled forth. Ridged tense muscles on his biceps and shoulders like frozen waves at sea. He admired himself a bit. Manly fur traced along his legs and spread over his pecks and almost up to his collarbone. His arms also had a dark sprinkling. He always liked tout his full beard, which rivaled actors like Jake Gyllenhaal. He could be an actor but the opportunities just hadn’t come his way. Then, of course, his pride and joy, ten uncut inches of pure love meat which already had thickness when resting but rose even broader when erect. Some ladies called him the eighth wonder of the world. His dark hair looked cropped, how he remembered it, and even though his eyes appeared tired, it didn’t seem like he had been laid up for more than a long night. Oddly enough, he also didn’t seem especially thirsty or hungry.
After taking his time about the instructions, he finally edged his fingers into the door crease and slid it aside. On a low shelf was a metal safe with a green LED display. He crouched to get a better look. It had five spots empty and an alphabet only keyboard.
The voice continued, “This is your path to freedom. Enter my name and the source of your freedom will be given to you. But that’s not all there is to it. You see, this room is booby trapped… Booby trapped. If you touch certain select items, you will receive an infusion of a compound of a special design. This compound will gradually make a lovely lady out of you. But, for each item you touch, I’ll give you one hint about my name. Use these hints carefully and don’t over rely them, because I can’t be held responsible for the jiggling bounties which will adorn your body if you overdose. That’s the game. I wonder, how much of a lady will you be when you escape my room?”
This bitch was crazy! Booby trapped. What if she had actual explosives set in the room? Name? He wasn’t gonna play her game.
Stepping away from the safe, he approached the main door. The brass knob was, of course, locked. Yanking it with all his strength was ineffectual because it felt desperately glossy and the frame didn’t even rattle. Looking around, he picked up the chair by the table and tried to use it as a wespon or a wedge to break the knob. This didn’t work either. Looking through the cabinet, there wasn’t a whole lot of things hidden away inside.
Without thinking, he picked up a bottle of lotion and was about to place it on the table when a warm feeling washed over him with an almost euphoric rush of light. As soon as possible, he chucked the bottle at the bed. But the sensations continued.
Turning to look at the mirror, he gaped in horror as his rugged body hair melted away back into his pores. Panting, as his vision finally cleared, he felt his smooth, hairless cheeks and ran his nervous fingers down the sleek, denuded scope of his body. With terror, he wondered if the ridges of his muscular shoulders were less pronounced. Checking below, his pubic hair had also vanished, which made his proud cock look slightly bigger but not as much as he was hoping.
The voice chirped eagerly, “And that’s one down! Nice and smooth. Your first clue is E. Whooo could I be?”
Justin shivered even though he didn’t feel cold. This was no mere game. This chick was out for blood. She was going to bitch him. Holy shit!
Fervently, Justin started entering random letters on the keyboard. Whatever names he could think of, even if they were garbage. The machine coughed out “error error error error error error…” continuously.
After a few minutes of freaking out, he sat his smooth ass down on the edge of the bed and tried to breathe. The damn room was booby trapped. And, if he wasn’t careful, he would wind up with the boobs. Looking around, he considered his next course of action.