He was pinned against the cold, hospital like wall by one of the men who transported him from the cell. Still resisting, he attempted to bite the man's hand, which was answered with a hard slap on the side of his face. The sound resonated off of the walls, and left Dan reeling. Whilst he was unable to move, in shock, terror and considerable pain, he was thrown onto the hospital bed, his hands tied to a claps around his neck, and his feet tied together. His eyes, full of hatred, followed the man in the doctor's coat. The man wore a possessive look upon his pale, shrivelled face, which caused Dan to feel like he was Frankenstein's monster, and this man the psychopathic Frankenstein. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that first impressions count, boy?" He sneered, his eyes like slits. "Well, yours wasn't exactly welcoming was it?" Dan replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. This earned himself another brutal slap, causing his face to snap to the side. The withered face loomed over him, and Dan spat straight into his eye. This time, he was not slapped. He was punched. Punched thrice, straight into the gut. He groaned in agony trying to bring his knees up to his chest, to curl inwards. The rope around his feet would not give, not even a millimeter. "Now shut up. Filthy brat." The man sneered. "From now on you will call me Lord. Is that clear." He held a knife up to Dan's neck. Pressing it in, blood beaded like a ruby necklace. "Yes." Dan said quietly. "Yes what" He applied more pressure to the weapon, blood was now trickling down his Adams apple. "Yes Lord" Dan replied, venomous. "That's a good boy." He sneered again. "Now, strip him down and wash him." He directed these orders to the two men by the door. They picked up a pair of shears and hacked away at his clothes, nicking his flesh as they went. When he was completely naked, and had been scrubbed by a vicious brush, 'Lord' paced the room, talking in a strangely civilised voice. "You may be wondering why you are here.." "No that never crossed my fucking mind." Dan interrupted, his sarcasm the only weapon he could use with his hands and feet tied. This earned him yet another slap. "You don't seem to get it do you? Right now, I own you. I own you. You cannot do a thing without me allowing you to do it, I can punish you, torture you. Make you scream. And you talk like you think I will do nothing of the sort. Any way... Where was I.. Yes..." He continued "You are here because I need you to be here. I need specimens. Specimens for my.. well.. investigations. Not only that, for my pleasure. You will fulfill any task I see fit, or my men see fit, and you will do it with no resistance. Or I will kill you." Dan shot him a look of pure malice, but kept quiet. 'Lord' walked over and held Dan's balls in his hands. Dan gasped, confused and helpless. "A fine, healthy specimen we have here!" Lord said, to no one in particular. Then, he dropped them and held Dan's cock. He rolled back the foreskin, ran his fingers round the head, and dropped it back down again. "You know... the male genitalia is a facinating thing. The 'mentula' or penis, has the ability to fill the sinuses within the erectile tissue with blood. The arteries are dilated whilst the veins are passively compressed, under pressure, so the blood can flow into the erectile cartilage. The scrotum holds a strange pouch like form, and holds and protects the testes. It even contains numerous blood vessels and nerves!..." He was lost in his own trail of thoughts, reeling fact after fact until Dan interrupted again. "So I'm here because you want to study my cock?! You want to look, fiddle and study it?!" He was hysterical with a strange mix of amusement, panic and pure bewilderment. "Not only that. I want to watch your erection. Compare it to others. Compare your sperm, analyse it." He seemed pleased with himself. "Now take him away. Untie him, once he is in the cell. I need his muscles working." He snapped at the guards. They dragged Dan back to the room. Holding a gun to his head, they untied him, retreating backwards incase he tried to escape. After 10 minutes, they returned, throwing a gown at him. "Put it on." They said roughly. Dan had not even realised he was naked. He was in shock. "It gets worse my friend." Phil whispered. "A whole lot worse." That night Dan screamed. Screamed over and over, hoping someone would hear his cried. No matter what Phil said, to try to make him stop, he kept screaming. He screamed until the next morning. One of the guards walked in, unzipped his flies and made his way towards Phil's bunk. Dan ran at the guard and sank his teeth straight into his arm.