The young hunk had also noticed the room has a glass partition connected to another room, where Uncle Max was comfortably sitting in his lounge chair. It didn't take a while for the jock to figure out that it was Uncle Max's voice. That feeling soon turned into anxiety when he inspected the corners of the area, where he saw various instruments being hanged and displayed across the vicinity.Ī voice can be heard from the loudspeakers installed around the room, breaking Jake's focus. When Jake further scanned his surrounding, he felt a sense of eeriness given how clinically white and empty the room seemed to be. Complementing the look was a boxer brief that appeared to perfectly fit his buttocks and package, which was unexpectedly still somewhat semi-erect.
Jake was wearing a white tank top that was a size smaller than his usual shirt, allowing the traces of his pecs and abdominals mounds to be visible even when the shirt is completely dry. However, it was clear that whoever had dressed him up while he was unconscious was very meticulous in ensuring that his muscular physique continued to be presented impeccably beneath the clothes. He was surprised to find himself fairly clothed. The still somewhat dazed young jock attempted to raise his upper body so that he could better scan the perimeter. When Jake could finally open his eyes, he found himself rather in a very unfamiliar territory, laying on the floor.
