The Choice

The first thing I noticed when I awoke was that I was lying on a cold, hard surface. I've had plenty of mornings of waking up in unfamiliar beds (with equally unfamiliar people) but I knew at once this was different. I also knew that the throbbing in my head was worse than any hangover I'd ever had.

As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I realised I was lying naked on a stone floor in a dark room, lit only by a single barred window too high to reach or see anything through apart from the sky. I began to be able to make out the individual stones of the wall next to me. On the wall opposite the window there was a dark shape - maybe a door? I stood up to investigate and immediately felt woozy and unable to balance. I also realised for the first time that some kind of metal device was fixed around my genitals. It was such a perfect fit that at first I hadn't noticed it there. It covered my cock and balls and was attached to a belt that fitted securely around my waist. Insitinctively I tugged at it, but no matter how hard I tried it wouldn't shift an inch. Worst of all, I couldn't find any kind of lock holding it in place, though I could feel a tiny slit at the bottom that was perhaps meant to accommodate a key.

Suddenly I heard distant footsteps getting closer, high heels on a stone floor. A moment later a panel in the door opened with a clang and the room was flooded with light.

"Ah, awake at last," said a female voice that seemed vaguely familiar, though I couldn't say from where. "I was beginning to think I'd overdone the dosage. You'd think I'd have it right by now! Still, better safe than sorry. I needed you knocked out for a good few hours while I got everything ready for you."

As my eyes slowly adjusted to the light, I was able to see her face through the bars of the small window in the door. She was in her early to mid 30s, extremely beautiful, and I'd definitely seen her before - but where?

"Still a bit hazy, huh? Don't worry, that's a common side effect of the drug. It'll all come back to you in time, and time is one thing you have plenty of. In the meantime, let's just say we met last night in a bar near where you live - used to live, I should say - and got talking. You were kind enough to say that I was so beautiful, you couldn't believe I was interested in you. Well, lesson for the day is that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is."

"Who I am isn't important. All you need to know is that I was hired by someone you used to date. I won't say who, but she says that you disrespected her and screwed around constantly. I would hope that narrows it down a bit, but probably not, I'm sure you've treated every woman just the same way. I bet you even have a girlfriend now, don't you, and still you go to bars to pick up women. Well, this is where it ends."

"Where... where am I?" I asked.

"Again, not important. Suffice to say that it's not in the same state as the bar where we met, not even a neighbouring state in fact, and the car I drove us away in had false plates. Any police investigation into your disappearance will run into a dead end very quickly. And by the way, this building sits in the middle of a large private estate. The nearest road is more than five miles away, so you can yell for help as much as you like. No one ever comes here except the women who help me run this place... and of course other men in your situation."

"Let me lay it on the line for you. You have a choice to make."

"I can change," I blurted out. "I'll never screw around again, I promise. I..."

But she was laughing. "Hey, what's the big hurry? Didn't I say you had plenty of time? Besides, that's not quite the choice I was thinking of. That decision has already been taken out of your hands, so to speak. No, the choice you face is this."

"Starting today, you will spend one year in this cell, just as it is now - no bed, no heating, no light, no opportunity to wash, no human contact, no comforts or entertainment of any kind. You will be fed the bare minimum needed to keep a human being alive, passed to you through a slit at the bottom of this door so you will never even see the person giving it to you. And of course, as I'm sure you've already noticed, you are wearing an inescapable chastity belt, which will prevent you even getting an erection, let alone achieving orgasm."

"After exactly one year, you will see me again, and I will ask you one question. You will have a choice between being released from this cell - well, when I say released, obviously I'm not just going to unlock the door and let you walk out of here to the nearest police station. You'll be drugged again and dumped, still unconscious, by the side of the road in the town where you used to live. That way if you go to the police, there'll be nothing at all you can tell them which might lead them to me or my little operation."

"Oh, I nearly forgot. If you take this option, the chastity belt will stay locked in place. And don't kid yourself that once you're out in the world, you'll find some way to get the belt off. The metal is far too strong to cut or burn without doing irreparable damage to what's safely locked away inside it, and the lock is a special design of my own that can't be picked."

"If that doesn't sound too appealing, I'll happily give you the key so you can remove the belt and jerk off to your heart's content. But if you take this option, you will never leave this cell for the rest of your life."

"You... you can't do this to me! Let me out!"

"Really, can't I? I think you'll find I can, honey. I've been doing it to men like you for years, and I'll carry on as long as there's a need for my service - in other words, as long as there are men like you. As for letting you out, it always fascinates me to see my prisoners before and after their year of confinement. To begin with, they're just like you, they all want to be let out. But you know what? After a year, most of them choose to stay. The idea of never having an orgasm again strikes them as worse than living out their lives alone in a bare stone cell. You guys really are ruled by your dicks, aren't you? But then, I guess that's why you're here in the first place."

I was too stunned to speak, so she continued.

"Oh yes, we have quite a few lifers here. You'll probably hear their desperate moaning and wailing in the night.

The funny thing is, once they've got the belt off and had the orgasm they've been dreaming about for a year, the reality of their situation dawns on them and they almost always want to change their minds. Too bad. Once the decision is made, it's final, no matter how much they beg and plead. It would be a crying shame, if only I cared."

"So you spend your year thinking very hard about what matters to you. I think I can promise you won't have too many distractions. See you in a year's time. Sorry if it gets a bit cold in winter."

"No wait, I..."

But the panel clanged shut again, and her footsteps retreated back along the corridor. The echo faded away, leaving only complete silence.

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