At 0800, he cooked some meat and fried some potatoes for breakfast before he left work. He loved the smell of cooking meat. It was so … manly. “The meat will help my muscles grow large and strong, and I need the oil and the carbs from the fried potatoes, too,” he said out loud because he was obsessed with his body, his level of fitness, his muscles, and his strength. He thought that the men and women at his office were obsessed with his body, his level of fitness, his muscles, and his strength, too. Remembering his experiences earlier that morning with his shirt, his pants, and his necktie, he pondered as his meat cooked, “I wonder what it feels like to be a piece cooking meat being cooked?”
He always ate uneventfully, but as he sat down to eat that day, there was a harsh knock at the door. When he opened it, he was overwhelmed by several young men about his age who rushed into the room and grabbed him. They were dressed just as he was in white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirts and silk ties with preppy diagonal red and white stripes. Even though they followed Bonnie Cook’s dress code, he didn’t know them. In fact, he had never seen them before. What he didn’t know, however, was that they used to work in the same office that he did, and that Bonnie Cook had recruited them for a very special task involving Chuck Roastt that … and whom … they were about to execute.
As he stood there shocked and wearing his white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down, oxford cloth dress shirt and a navy silk necktie with preppy diagonal red and white stripes, he asked, “Who are you?” One of them, apparently the leader, replied severely, “Silence, Chuck Roastt! We are here to arrest you and take you to headquarters, that’s who we are! Our prisoner is who you are! You do not need to know more! Indeed, you have no right to know more!”
He shouted an order to the other men. “Pinion his arms behind his back and tie his wrists together!” They quickly produced a short length of strong rope and executed the order. Chuck Roastt was rapidly immobilized with his hands tied behind his back and could not resist. He was theirs to dominate at will, and dominate him they did.
Then the leader barked at Chuck Roastt, “You are under arrest! You are our prisoner! You must obey all orders, or you will be punished! Severely! Come with us! Men, take charge of the prisoner!”
They grabbed Chuck Roastt. He struggled and tried to resist, but there were so many men holding him, and they had grabbed him so firmly and held him so tightly that his efforts to escape were useless. He was a helpless captive, submissive to their dominance. They tied a rope around his neck and used it as a leash to lead him as they would lead an animal. They half marched him and half dragged him out of his room to a van waiting outside.
It was like a police van set up to transport prisoners, but with special modifications. Inside the van was a metal table. The leader said to the other men, “Secure him on the isolation table!” His captors picked him up laid him face down on the table, shackled his ankles together, and strapped him down. Then they took their seats around him to guard him. They were armed with electric cattle prods to keep him under control.
Chuck Roastt cried out, “What the Hell are you doing?” One of the men shocked him to quiet him and make him compliant. The leader shouted, “Silence! You are our prisoner! Because you are lying prone, because your hands are tied behind your back, because your ankles are shackled together, and because you are strapped down, you cannot resist! You must be submissive to our dominance! You are our prisoner, and no matter what you say or do, you cannot escape! Be silent, lie still, and obey orders!”
Chuck Roastt responded indignantly, “I will NOT be silent!” Another of the men shocked him again, and he cried out in pain! “Why the Hell are you doing this to me? Where the Hell are you taking me?” The leader took an apple from a bag, shoved it in his mouth, and said, “Because you have defied the order to stay silent, this shiny red apple will serve as a gag to shut you up.” Then the leader laughed and said, “Besides, you should get used to having an apple in your mouth! That will come in handy where you’re going!” The other men laughed, too. “And it’s ironic that you should mention Hell! You should get accustomed to the flames of Hell, too! That’s going to come in even handier where you’re going!” Then he and the other men laughed again.
Chuck Roastt was uneasy and afraid in a way he had never been before. He was wearing a white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirt and a necktie, and he was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey and tied down on a table awaiting his unknown destination and his unknown fate.
Chuck Roastt was frightened. What punishment was his threatening? He sensed he was in danger, but he had no idea what was going on and what would happen next. He resolved that he would do whatever his captors demanded even though he was very, very frightened.
Though he was afraid, he also found ironically that he was beginning to be aroused. He liked being grabbed and handled roughly by the other men. He liked that he could feel their strong hands on his muscular body through the rough/smooth texture of his white cotton, long-sleeved, button-down oxford cloth dress shirt. He liked feeling his hands tied behind his back. He liked being ordered around. He liked being dominated, and he resolved that he would do whatever they demanded even though he was very, very frightened.
The leader said to Chuck Roastt, “We don’t want you to be cold, so I’ll turn on the heater. It’s under the table. You should be warmer soon.” Then he and the other men laughed again. Chuck Roastt said, “I don’t need to be warmer! In fact, I’m getting too hot!” Then the leader said, “You should get used to being hot! That will all also come in very handy where you’re going!” Then he and the other men laughed again. Chuck Roastt shouted, “I feel like I’m being cooked! ” Then the leader said, “You should get used to that, too, because that will come in even handier where you’re going!” Then he and the other men laughed even louder and longer.
The leader took the driver’s seat, put the van in gear, and off they went. They rode for a long time, but because Chuck Roastt was facing down and couldn’t see, he had no idea where they were or where they were going.
