Reality type: Meat-based

Species: Bacteria

Known aliases: Klaus the walking orifice, slave

Replicant type: Interdimensional slaver

Best before: 05/11/2024

Known associates: Rocco Siffredi, Ricky Martin

Interests: Excrement, pain, latex

GPT linguistic simulation:

'Who's your Daddy', growled the impatient voice from somewhere in the darkened room. Whether he could see or not was irrelevant; he was completely immobilised by the leather; the chains too heavy for him to struggle.

By 'Swingers Club', Gary had mistakenly thought they meant good ol' fashioned Swing dancing, poor thing. He had never expected to find such a spectacle behind those doors, and he had never been happier to be wrong. 

Over the months since his public firing, the insatiable need for some form of escape had been mounting to a critical point. In desperation, he'd tried everything: therapy, a yoga retreat, prescription drugs, alcoholism... he was even back on the good stuff from his city days. But nothing could quite fill the hole that his loss of purpose had left.

Now he had found something that filled all of them. 

The freedom he had found in abandoning all dignity had allowed him a fresh perspective on life. Looking back, he realised all the wrongs he had committed; all the lies; all the common people he had let down; all the technological progress he had scuppered in the name of self-interest.

He wasn't sure if there was anything he could ever do to make things right. What he did know, however, is that he deserved to be punished, every Tuesday and Friday.