Slowly Tank started to come round. His eyes flickered open, his gaze was blurred and confused. His mind was a fog of half-remembered memories of being in a medical surgery.

As he fought to regain his senses he was only vaguely aware of a strange metallic smell in his nostrils as the insidious gas kept him calm and subdued. His nips felt like they were being massaged. And his ass was tingling, it felt warm and ... good!

He blearily looked out and saw something. Some sort of hazy, confused movements on a TV screen. As he concentrated, his gaze became clearer and he finally saw the images on the screen as the sound of those images gradually increased in his ears.