Shorts and socks

With the loss of his garment now clear Alex redirected his defence to his shorts and socks, which were now being snagged at by the serpentine digits of the arms from the floor. With a sudden, sharp tug, the arms knocked Alex onto his back causing him to see stars, before looking down to see the arms completely relieving him of all his articles of clothing. With both the arms and his clothes gone, Alex stumbled groggily to his feet, making feeble efforts to preserve his moderate manhood by interlocking his fingers in front of it.

Alex didn't have time to catch his breath however, as the arms began to sprout once more, this time lifting him completely off his feet, before carrying him towards the centre chair. He was placed in the high-tech piece of furniture with all the care of a mother cat gently placing it's young in a basket. Before Alex could make any attempt to struggle against his new receptacle, a multitude of restraints emerged from the chair, locking his arms and legs in place and forcing him into a spread-eagle position. As Alex moved his head downwards to look at his new confinement, a multitude of small tentacles emerged from the sprockets on the side of the chair and locked his head in place, completely severing his range of motion.