Given Purpose

Reblog from Tumblr by tj-transformation

Mitch woke up in a sweat, where the hell was he? It was pitch black and he couldn’t make out a thing. He slid his hand against the cold concrete floor he lay on and slowly pushed himself to his feet. Stumbling with his hands stretched out in front of him, Mitch finally found a wall. He ran his hands along until he worked out he was in a small box like room with no door to be found. A chill tan down his spine as he felt around in the dark. His body felt cold and he patted himself down to find he was only in his underwear and a shirt. Claustrophobia started to set in as he started banging against the tightly packed walls. The already tiny room felt even smaller as he started panicking. He screamed out to no one in particular to no reply. Before he got too scared a light shone down from the ceiling. Mitch covered his eyes with his arm, it was bright and his eyes has to take a minute to adjust. He still couldn’t find a door to this new found predicament, but looking up he saw it was someone shining a light down onto him. Was he in a hole? What the hell? Why was he there? 

“Hey asshole,” shouted Mitch, “get me the fuck out of here! I have rights you prick. Someone will be looking for me!”

Before he got a chance to shout anymore, a small canister was thrown in with him that sprayed a gas that stung his eyes. He thought he was going to die as he chocked and grew light-headed. Then he passed out and everything went dark again. 

ft. Unknown

“So Mitch, what makes you say you have no purpose in life?”

Mitch looked down at his legs. His breath stifled as he tried to piece his answer together. “I guess I’ve just run out of drive. Plus getting kicked out of college means I’ve wasted my studies. I have no where to go. Nothing to do.” Mitch began to sob.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but don’t worry Mitch. I’m sure something will turn up and give you purpose again.” The counsellor smiled as he placed a hand tentatively on Mitch’s shoulder.

ft. Dustin Daring from FM Concepts video snapshot

Mitch blinked his eyes open and felt the tape stuck tightly around his mouth. He groaned in discomfort as he tried to reach his hands to his face only to discover they’d been handcuffed to his sides. He could barely move. The clacking sound of footsteps entered the room as Mitch over to see several men in long doctors coats looking down at him. 

“Subject 2793 is ready for repurpose. Send him down to the lab immediately.”

Repurpose, what the fuck was that? As soon as the other doctors started moving him, Mitch tried to thrash about and break free of his restraints. He wanted to scream. To cry. Why did they want him? A sharp sting was all he felt in the side of his neck before he was back off to sleep. 

When he next awoke he was shocked to find himself using weights. He had a heavy set of dumbbells in his hands and was in a line with several other men all working out. They all had large impressive physiques. Sure Mitch was fit but he has more of a runners build. It took a moment for him to register that he was not much like these other men. He too was larger, broader, heavier and more muscular. He dropped the weights in shock as he looked down at his hands. 

ft. Attila Toth video

His palms were calloused and far wider than he remembered. His arms were thicker and felt heavy as he raised them. He looked down to see a pair of thick bulging pecs followed by a rippling set of abs. But before he could explore anymore of his strange predicament, a technician stepped out in front of him. The man pressed a finger lightly on Mitch’s forehead. 

“Reset.”

And with that, Mitch’s stare grew blank as his face lost all emotion. He was a clean slate again. 

“Shit, did another one break out of trance?”

“I’m afraid so doc, should we up the muscle growth formula? We know large quantities decrease brain function so maybe he won’t break consciousness again?”

“That’s a good idea, whilst you’re at it we should up his sessions in the reprogramming room. We need a clean slate if we want these men to be loyal soldiers.” 

“You got it!”

With that the technician stated into Mitch’s blank face as he stood there gazing out into nothing. The man placed a hand on Mitch’s bulging pectoral and gave it a tight squeeze. Mitch gave no response. No hint of any emotion. 

“You’re making a great specimen soldier. Now how about we put that oral training to use.”

ft. Unknown