Apparently the collection room

Mark screamed the whole way as he fell down the chute.

The chite was very oily as at one point it slowly began to curve and level out but it didn’t slow down his momentum before he was shot out and landed hard into a large basket of trash and garbage.

After a quick glance he realized that he was lying in all the stuff the robot tossed down before him, from what was left of his armor to the broken eye machine, as well as the scraps that were his jockstrap.

Goaning softly Mark slowly sat up and crawled out of the basket, taking the scraps with him. They were thoroughly ruined and having been cut to clean down the middle. He couldn’t cover himself properly with it or even use the elastic after the robot gave him one hell of a wedgie.

With a sighs Mark looks down at his oily lower half, his manhood still a bit stiff from the tentacles that were groping him.

(At least i have a rag…) he thought as he felt very irritated by that whole ordeal.

Taking the jockstrap’s remains he tried rubbing off the oil that the robot covered him with. He gasped as whenhe was rubbing off the oil he found that large chunks of his leg hair was coming off with it. Quickly looking to the hair on the rag he saw that the hair was actually dissolving slowly into nothing.

“Oh hell, COME ON!” Mark shouts quickly trying to scrape off as much oil as he can. Unfortunately by the time he was done his lower half was incredibly smooth and hairless.

The rag too was affected by the oil, as by the time he was finished scraping off where he could the only thing left in his hand was a few overly stretched pieces of elastic

Now feeling more exposed then ever, Mark the outlaw cups his dick and balls in shame looking around and trying to think of his next move.