He Calls for Help

Sam didn't want to just lie there and wait. He called out into the dark, hoping — assuming, really — that someone was watching his every move and could help move things along if he got stuck.

"Hey!" he cried. "What's going on? I can't go anywhere or do anything in here!"

He waited for a moment to see what would happen. The room remained silent and still.

He called out to the dark again. "This isn't going to much of a test if I just sit here!" He said.

Still, nothing happened. Sam cursed the dark and lay back. After a few minutes, his hand started drifting down toward his rock-hard cock.

Right as he started to tug, a ring of red glowing lights slowly lit up high above him. "Oh nowwwww you turn 'em on," he muttered.

As the room came into view, he was not surprised to find that, in fact, the ground beneath him was in fact a giant wall-to-wall four-post bed. The bed was elegantly made up, covered in black silk sheets with red trim. Pillows, normal-sized ones, were piled high at one end of the room. The intricately carved wooden posts in each corner rose high like columns. At the base of each post was a door.

He got up and rushed to one of the doors. He tried to open it, but it was locked. All the doors were locked. He was just as stuck as before.

Then he heard a "thud" behind him. Then another. Then two more after that. He turned to find someone had dropped four items. A saw, a blacklight wand, a whistle, and a baggie of pills. In the bag, there was a note. It read;

"To get out of this room, use all the tools at your disposal to put your key in the right hole."

Sam scratched his head. What the fuck did they mean? He was horny and having trouble thinking. He looked back down at the tools. "I have to use 'em all, huh?"