Steve, blissfully unaware that Gloria had been there, kept right on being Steve, and tonight he was chatting up a Miami Dolphins Cheerleader, whose considerable charms he was going to enjoy that night. The next morning, he sighed as he watched Debbie (his conquest that night) wiggle her glorious perfect golden ass as she strode across his bedroom floor to go take a post sex shower.
Leaning back with his hands behind his neck, he savoured yet another glorious memory of the night's events. Another quick breakfast with the latest notch on his belt and Debbie was off on her way.
After she left, he stepped into the shower and, his libido really not knowing any bounds, rubbed one more out as the hot water poured over his body. The sound of the shower prevented him hearing the three men who just had picked the lock on his front door and entered his bedroom.
Drying off after his shower, he walked naked into his bedroom. Steve never knew what hit him as two men grabbed him and threw him on the bed, while a third took out a syringe and shot a tranquilizer in his ass. Five seconds later he was out cold.
When he finally awoke he felt like his head had been put into a washing machine all night, going round and round on a constant spin cycle. It pounded like a mother, and his vision was still a little blurry. He had no idea where he was, but it was obvious it was not his house. Slowly his mind started to clear and he shot up, remembering what happened. The look on his face was priceless, and Gloria knowing it would be, had made sure to install a video camera to capture the moment.
Steve suddenly realised that not only was completely naked in a strange house, but to his horror, his cock was encased in a chastity belt. His heart started racing as he tried to make sense of this startling turn of events.
Deciding to remain quiet and put seemed the best strategy as he had no idea who had done this to him, but he had to admit he was quite worried. After a couple of hours, it was obvious that whoever it was was they were not there.
He called out fruitlessly for help for about 15 minutes to nothing but deafening silence. Eventually he decided it was safe to explore his surroundings as he was obviously alone. They were Spartan but still quite plush and the room he had awoken in had a large bed in the center of the room but little else. Ominously he spotted manacles on each of the corners of the bed and he felt his stomach churn.
There was a bathroom attached to the room, which he was glad to find, and despite his concern at being in the cage he was relieved to find that he could urinate with it on quite easily. The way it was designed he could clean himself with some difficulty he guessed, but full erection, much less ejaculation would obviously be impossible.
The room he was in, as well as the bathroom, oddly had been completely stripped bare of anything he could use to cover himself. The bed was simply a large mattress, without even a pillow on the bed. The windows had no curtains and there were no towels in the bathroom. It was apparent that whoever was responsible for his situation wanted him naked and exposed.
There was a TV set in the corner and he noticed both rooms had video cameras that tracked him as he wandered through his surroundings. Slowly opening the bedroom door, he peaked out as he was quite worried about what kind of sick psycho had him imprisoned like this, so he was very wary as he entered.