"You don't even jerk off?" Drake asks, wondering if his libido is just super high and Sam is normal or if the other man doesn't like it. The latter would make this place kind of a nightmare for him even once he gets used to being touched.
"When I started as a porter, I slept outside most nights. Where I was from, that meant being on high alert. Sleeping with one eye open sort of thing. Anything that was a possible distraction had to be put aside. It just wasn't safe.
Then when I joined this company, I got rooms to sleep in. But I'm pretty sure there were cameras there, and since they collected my blood and, fuck, even the runoff from my shower, I was pretty sure they'd take whatever other bodily fluids I had on me. So there wasn't a lot of incentive to get off there, either."
"Super fucking creepy. I'm special," he says, with air quotes around special. "I'm scientifically interesting. They wanted to learn more about me and how I might be able to be... used. For their purposes."
"...I don't want to say I'm glad you're here because this place isn't great either but. That's a horrible way to treat somebody. I've been experimented on before."
"I guess at least they had incentive to keep you alive?" Drake shrugs, not really wanting to talk about this anymore. "You feel like you've had enough for today? We can just hang out."
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Then when I joined this company, I got rooms to sleep in. But I'm pretty sure there were cameras there, and since they collected my blood and, fuck, even the runoff from my shower, I was pretty sure they'd take whatever other bodily fluids I had on me. So there wasn't a lot of incentive to get off there, either."
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He's gotten used to the paranoia of being constantly watched, but is pretty sure the city's not doing experiments with his bodily fluids...
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