Suddenly, the woman put her right hand between his legs while still holding his neck down with her left arm. Trevon found himself suddenly lifted in the air and quickly slammed on the table. He lay flat on his stinging back, stunned at how easily she tossed his 175-pound body around. Before he could move, the metal clasps were tightly fastened around his wrists and ankles. No amount of strength left in his body could break the metal clasps. His struggle gradually wore him down, and he could do nothing but yell obscenities at the Hawaiian woman standing over him, smiling. She grabbed his wet underwear and ripped them off, leaving Trevon completely naked. All Trevon could do was watch.

The Hawaiian woman mockingly waved to Trevon as she left the area. His mind was filled with wild thoughts of what they may do to him. A familiar voice could be heard in the distance approaching and Trevon glanced around the warehouse as best he could. He saw women everywhere, but could not see who was walking towards the storage area. He focused on the gate as the voice got louder.

"You!" he cried. "Baby, what the hell are you doing? Why you got me tied up butt-naked like this?" Tosha calmly walked in and smiled, wiping sweat from his forehead. She still wore the same business suit and slacks. She did not talk as she walked slowly towards the foot of the table. Trevon was stunned to see her place her right hand on his limp penis to stroke it. He lay still, staring back at the cold stare of Tosha.

"You know, Mr. Jackson," she said, "this is a fascinating piece of hardware. It is held to such a high esteem that you men are inclined to believe that it's actually a holy entity, ordained as a sacred staff to part the seas, if you will, of every living woman on Earth. We women are expected to bow down and worship this 'blessed' stick of concrete flesh and revel in its magnificence as you men so masterfully gratify us into an orgasmic oblivion." She slowly walked around the table, running her nails around Trevon naked body. His eyes followed her as best they could.

"Yes sir," she continued, "that piece of hardware can transform a normal, civilized woman into a ravaging, screaming animal with every penetrating stroke, boy! It's just too bad the mainframe it's attached to is so corrupted that the hardware must be formatted and removed."

Trevon's eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately became very excited and his penis grew stiff. "I know what this is!" he cried.

"And what is this, Mr. Jackson?"

"You got me tied up, butt-naked on a table talking about how great my dick is! You got beautiful women walking around me wearing thongs and shit. We about to do some freaky orgy shit, huh? Yes!" He laughed with great enjoyment, suddenly feeling good about being tied up. This was a lifelong dream that was finally about to come true. "Baby, you went all out, didn't you? Shit, I'm down!"

She only grinned. A lovely black woman walked in and handed Tosha a jar, containing what looked like Vaseline. Trevon shuddered at the sight of her voluptuous dark skinned body. His eyes scanned down her flat tummy and thick legs. She quickly walked out, and Trevon's jaws dropped as his eyes fixated on her thick, swaying buttocks. "Holy shit," he murmured, "only a sista can have an ass like that. I gots to get that shit first."

He was so consumed with her buttocks that he didn't realize Tosha was putting on plastic gloves. She put two fingers in the jar and wiped the cream around the gloves. Trevon finally broke from his trance and saw what she was doing. "That's what I'm a talking about," he said, "KY Jelly before I wax that tail." He laughed at his own stupid joke.

"No, Mr. Jackson," Tosha replied, "this is not KY Jelly. This is a form of flesh hardening cream."

"For what? I'm already hard!"

"No, no. It will turn your software into even harder hardware."

"What the hell are you talkin' about? I'm like petrified wood, baby! Look at my shit!" he screamed, while looking down at his firm penis. "Why do you keep calling my dick hardware, though? I ain't no computer!"