Sam's eyes opened in the darkness.  He turned his head about, quickly realizing that he could not move, and that he was naked.  He tried to remember what had happened and drew a blank, memories of a pair of women and a shower gradually coming to him.  Wherever he was, it certainly smelled clean, and he could hear no other sound than the occasional scraping and stretching of the leather straps holding him down.  His thoughts quickly turned to panic as he languished in the dark chamber, wondering if perhaps he had died and this was his resting place for all eternity.  Realizing with embarrassment that he needed to relieve himself, a stream of urine erupted from his cock and flowed down the channels etched into the table.  He found himself thankful that he wouldn't be waiting in a pool of his own urine, and his mind started to turn to a slow examination of what exactly he was waiting for.