Getting full, of Food and Frustration

Anna led Alex into a fairly picturesque apartment. The walls were a warm shade of red, a stark difference from the grey of most places. A small all-in-one kitchen occupied one corner with a dining table for two. A reading nook with a comfortable couch took up another corner of the room. Alex was interested to see a pile of tech, disassembled and scattered across a broad desk shoved against a wall. A small door led to a spiral staircase that went upwards, to the bedrooms Alex assumed.

"Well I'll be honest it's just nice getting off work early. I can't tell you the weridos that come into the store, Jericho and those thugs are always stopping by just to bother me it feels like." Anna drags Alex over to the center of the reading nook and flops down on the couch. Alex goes to sit as well but finds her foot planted in his stomach, stopping him. "Uhh in the floor, you haven't been washed yet!"

"You haven't given me food yet either!" Alex protested angrily. "And can I PLEASE get some clothes!" Alex looked down at his member, still a bit stiff. He felt his balls starting to ache.

"Hmpf fine, guess it wouldn't be good to have you starving on me." She stood and grabbed a packet of Ready-Meal, ripping open the pack she handed one to Alex. He inspected it and opened it up, already preheated in the high-tech packet it wafted an aroma of Asian spices and sauce that made Alex's mouth water. He dug in with gusto, eating the packet of chicken stir-fry and groaning as it stated his gnawing stomach.

"Now go shower and I promise you'll get something to wear!" Anna points to the stairway up, indicating the bathroom is on the next floor. Alex hurries upstairs, eager to just be alone for a moment. He enters the small shower stall, his cock still hard. Wouldn't hurt to relieve some of this stress he thought.

He starts slowly stroking himself, moaning lightly. His hand was at least a guaranteed relief he consoled himself, thinking about Anna's curvaceous body. It could be worse he thought. His self-ministrations were going well and it felt amazing until his hand slipped once again down his length and he felt nothing.

He looked down at his very erect dick, his hand was still on there he thought. He went faster, beating his cock till his arm was sore. He barely felt that! It was like someone was dragging a tissue across his skin the feeling was so mild. What is going on he wondered?

He desperately felt all around his genitals, trying anything to cum. It was all in vain however and after a long while, he gave up. His cock still hard as a rock, being teased over and over by his own hand. His balls ached now, a dull throb that constantly distracted him.

He left the shower and found a towel waiting for him to dry himself. He did and then wrapped it around his waist, not that it did anything to make his flagpole of a cock any less noticable. Alex looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting the metal band around his neck. Try as he might he couldn't fit a finger under it and he realized with horror it was actually fused to his skin. He left the bathroom defeated and beyond frustrated.