Rude Awakening (Patreon)

The flutter of the sheet being torn off and the cool air hitting his body woke him up. Immediately he tries move his arms, only to find them sliding on the bar at the back of the bed with an unpleasant metallic sound. That really woke him up. His eyes have yet to adjust to to the light, but looking away from it he can see his right wrist rightly wrapped in some leather shackle, and handcuffed to the bed using a real metal handcuff. "Who's there?!" His voice is hoarse, like he had a cold or something. Not enough water perhaps.

Whoever pulled the sheet must be hiding in the dark, or perhaps left the room, though he can't be sure just yet while still adjusting. He looks down at his body, the white jock with silver waistband and the shin high socks with blue and red stripes. They weren't his. He certainly didn't put them on. "Hello?"