Chapter 3 - a new environment

One day, Pete was taken from his room after his morning shower. His stretchy trousers were tight around his buttocks and thighs again. He had to pull the sleeves of his tee shirt up around his arm pits because they were too tight around his biceps and triceps. The tee shirt was so tight around his chest that it showed off his tight muscles and rode up over his enviable six pack.
In a very clinical looking room, he received an injection without being asked first. As his whole arm turned numb, he was told he was going to be fitted with a device that would make his future life much easier. Pete smiled dumbly. Finally, he was getting closer to the island!
He willingly allowed them to surgically cut the skin on his forearm and insert a tiny implant deep between his tendons. He was sewn up again neatly. He was approached by another man wearing surgical gloves bearing a tattoo gun. Pete flinched. He did not want a tattoo! He pulled his still numb arm away.
Suddenly, he found out what the implant was really for when he received an electric shock through the implant that had him clutching his arm in pain. He was told to comply and the pain would stop. Despite the numbness on the surface, the pain was so great that he held out his arm obediently. The pain stopped and he received a tattoo with the company logo around the inner part of his wrist.
The surgeon and the tattooist left and another man entered. He made him strip naked. Pete did as he was told immediately. He did not want to be hit with another shockwave of pain in his arm.
Instead, he had to lie down on a couch. The man used a wooden spatula to spread a hot substance onto the skin on his chest. Then he rubbed a piece of cloth over it. It was not an unpleasant sensation. But then the cloth was ripped off in such a manner that it ripped off every single hair where the hot wax had cooled. Unfortunately, it was not just one small area on his chest that was treated in this manner. Every single hair on his body was removed in this painful fashion. His skin was red and irritated. The man then rubbed in a cooling gel everywhere and he was told to get dressed.
Even with his clothes on, Pete felt the chill of the air as it his his newly naked flesh.
Next he was subjected to a haircut. Six months after receiving no attention at all, his hair had grown long and unruly. Now it was neat and tidy. His eyebrows were tidied up... more pain to endure.
But then it was time for lunch.
Following his afternoon workout and shower, he was brought back into the clinical room. He was given a hot shave and facial, manicure, pedicure and a massage which was sheer relief to his aching muscles.
He was given a pair of shorts to put on. He was told he had to take everything else off, then he had to go through the door at the back of the room, walk down the corridor slowly then go through the door at the other end.
The shorts were in the company colours. They were tiny on his muscular body and even though they were made of stretchy fabric, they left nothing to the imagination!
Barefoot and primped, Pete walked through the door. He was in a long corridor with glass walls on either side. As he stepped forwards, the lights came on almost blinding him with their brightness. He could see nothing beyond the glass because the light was so bright. He remembered what he had to do. It was simple, walk across to the other side slowly. He did not want to receive another jolt of pain in his arm, so he did just that. As he stepped forwards, he became aware of the cameras that were watching him from every angle. He was sure he heard shutters of still cameras going off in the distance.
The corridor was only about fifty metres long, but it felt like a mile. He knew he was being watched by some unseen entity, but he had no idea who it was.

At the other side of the corridor was a comfortable room where he could relax. He was alone. There was a meal waiting for him.
His bare skin felt chilled, but there was nothing to cover himself up with.
He ate his meal, had a short nap. Waited for something else to happen.
Eventually, a door opened. A member of staff gave him a pair of trainers and a coat to put on. Then he was loaded into the back of a van and taken to a new destination. Was he finally going to get to go to the Scottish island?

No.

When the back door of the van opened, he was made to come out. He was in the courtyard of some vast mansion. He was led up the steps and through the wide doors into a very grand hallway, where his coat was taken from him. He was told to stand up straight. He obeyed, all the time wondering who was controlling the device in his arm. If he decided to run away now, what would the consequences be?
Before he started shivering with the cold, a woman dressed in a pink satin evening gown, edged in ostrich feathers descended the grand staircase.
She waved the staff away with a wave from her hand.
She approached Pete with curiosity. He relaxed his stance slightly, but felt a twinge of pain him his arm. He straightened up again, he watched the woman as she walked around him, looking him up and down. She got even closer, laid a hand on his tight chest. She let her fingers run down to his firm abs, then the walked around him again, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. Her fingers traced the line of his intercostal muscles down his side, then down his back. She gave his ample, but firm backside a slap. Pete flinched, but quickly regained his composure, as she studied his musculature all the way back around to the front.
"My, you have a fine frame!" She said huskily. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Lady Anna, but you will always address me as 'madam'. You are now mine. Let me see, what will I call you? Hunk? Yes. Hunk is your name. I like that. Let me explain. I have bought you from the company who have been training you these last few months. I have paid good money for you. I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You will comply. You have no choice. You are my slave to my every bidding."

Pete could hardly believe his ears. What the hell had he got himself into. The realisation suddenly sunk in. There was no Scottish island. There was no psychological and social experiment. The company were running an illegal trade in human slavery! And there was nothing, literally NOTHING he could do about it!