Let's liberate Rob from last nights clothes

“What do you mean comp- Hey!”. Rob hadn’t seen it but a claw on the end of a steel arm had grabbed the rear of his casual shirt and pulled it briskly from his body; and before he could barely stage a protest; his black t-shirt he had underneath was already up his head trapping his arms, before it too vanished. By the time Rob could see again, another four arms had lowered in front of him, one immediately grabbing his left ankle and yanking it in front of him to above waist height, while the two that where behind him grabbed his shoulders; supporting his balance.

“What’s going on here?!”, demanded an exasperated Rob.

“Relax partner; unless you often take a shower fully clothed, nothing out of the ordinary?” said the male voice, implied as though Rob was somehow the one being over dramatic while a machine began baring his body.

“Besides, not like you’ve anything to hide. It should be a crime to hide chisled abs like those behind a shirt” complimented the female voice.

Rob hopped around while the arm yanked his shoe off, followed by the sock. Once off, it took off into the darkness with them, while another yanked the right ankle up and replicated the process there. Before it could finish, an arm carrying what looked like a swiss army knife style array of tools lurched towards his groin, pausing to deploy a tool which unbuckled the belt, which was yanked away by another, and relaunched another to undo the button and fly on his jeans. Barely before the shoe and sock where gone and his feet back on the ground, the arms were back and pulling the jeans down his legs by the vacant belt hoops. Rob, not comfortable in the direction this was going flayed his legs out wide to try and stop progress, only for one of the arms holding his shoulders to release its grasp and hit him a gentle backhander across both sides of his face.

“There’ll be plenty of time to show off your brawn later big fella, but just act your age for now if you wouldn’t mind” patronised the overseeing male voice.

The arms eventually got their way and jeans disappeared; leaving the final garment. Just the arms holding his shoulders now occupied, the battle for Rob’s boxer briefs were on. The cameras moved in closer.

“You’re making me out to be the asshole here, you’re the one pointing cameras at me while I’m nearly naked!” pleaded Rob.

“Oh come on. You’re an ex-marine. Whole platoons have seen you in the buff and vice-versa. Don’t deny it, you lads all like a quick check on the competition.” Reasoned the male voice.

“Time to let the dog see the rabbit!” quipped the excited female voice.

With surprisingly less resistance than the jeans, the Boxers were trailed off Rob’s stern form and filed off with the rest of his belongings. Rob immediately cupped his privates, not allowing the cameras a single second to capture his manhood; as his shoulders were released.

“No sausage or meatballs on the menu tonight by the look of it” quipped the male voice.

“Not yet, but the rump looks appetising” joked the female voice.

Rob wouldn’t have said he was a 10 but he’d no problem getting laid. His time in the Marines formed good workout habits and made sure he kept himself drilled. He often spent a few hours a day on his carrier lifting weights; and even had a rack in his personal space on his carrier. Standing at 6’2 and 95kg he had the physicality of a contact sports player. Two great mounds of pecs on his chest, visible ab definition, and rounded glutes and quads which announced this guy could squat.

Rob still slightly taken a back at the fact he’d been forcibly undressed in barely a minute by these tools wasn’t giving into the cameras floating around him, determined to capture their final angle. In the space above he could see a multiple screens relaying the angles. The biggest monitor, currently displaying the feed zooming in on his ass; while others swooped back and forth over his other muscles. One remaining trained on his stern face.

“Your objectification of my ass doesn’t incline me to let you take a perving gander at my privates”, smarted Rob.

“Two of your competitors felt the same way champ, but we make those decisions” replied the male voice.

As if on command; the arms jumped to life; two shackling Rob’s ankles and two his wrists. The ankles were first to be pulled outwards. The wrists began to be pulled out and up; Rob’s junk finally spilling into view; as his legs splayed out wide and his arms straight up above his head.

“Look, four and a half inches isn’t worth the strop you threw man, you’ll need to get your head in the game if you’re to win that 100k!” piped up the male voice.

“A full set of hoodies and no helments; and well groomed too” noted the female voice.

Rob rolled his eyes at the pass remarkable comments made by the female voice.

“These dudes are all Caucasian European going by accent, not much circumsizing done out there” commented the male.

Rob having had enough of the discussion of his cock by these unseen pervs gave a good tug but there was no slack in his restraints.

“Health & Safety champ – can’t have you getting hurt” replied the male voice.