Glaring back at me through the mirror the man showed no sign of weakness, the perfectly sculpted jaw line in sinyc with the smirk plasted on the face I could barely recognize as my own. This face, this toned muscular body right down to my gifted manhood, is how I ended up in this mess, strapped onto a pole like a lab rat, forced to stare at my bruised cheek bone and swollen bottom lip. The manly figure before me was nothing like me, the real me, the 16 year old living the façade of a 25 year old millionnaire...