Tied to a chair

My eyes rapidly flickered open, my head groggily spinning and twisting, desperately trying to analyze my surroundings and determine where the hell I was.

A weak ache pounded in the back of my head, pronouncing itself on every beat of my heart with a little throb, disturbing me greatly as I realized that I didn’t remember ever being in the room I had been dragged and locked into.

For some strange reason, I deemed it the same as why I felt this pungent headache, I could no longer remember anything past the moment where I happily rode my bike down the street, happily heading for … my girlfriend’s house. Was I in her home?

I tried ripping my hands upwards but there were constraints, pinning them to the birch wood, prohibiting me even the least of liberty.

Flexing my legs was also to no avail as my shins were simply hitting the strains containing me, the friction I caused burning my flesh as I just now realized that I indeed sat bottomless on the cold chair, my cock shriveled up to a little carrot and my grape-sized balls on their usual place beneath.

I sighed, thanking whichever god listened to me for sparing me any kind of ****. Still a predominant question slowly pushed away all other thoughts in my mind.

Why the hell was I naked?

A question I would have plenty of time pondering about but only from the moment I escaped this horror and finally got dressed again.

However, just as I was about to search for ways of escaping this place by using the items around me and scrutinizing the area for optimal routes similar to the way heroes flee such predicaments in movies, a door behind me creaked open and judging from the strange spider-sense I possessed, two people entered.