He Lies

"I... I haven't?" Sam was a bit confused, but he figured that if he revealed that he had just received a blowjob from the receptionist he would probably get in trouble, considering he was in anti-masturbation prison.

"Performing body scan..." the voice responded. "Semen production levels high... Medication level at zero... You have not been truthful, [NAME NOT FOUND]. Experiment recalibrating... I'm sorry [NAME NOT FOUND] but we must now induce hyper-stimulation: You will be allowed to exit this cell after you have ejaculated [FIVE] times without masturbating. A lab technician will be notified when you have completed your goal."

"WHAT!?" Sam cried. "How am I supposed to do cum without jerking off!? I'm in a fucking cell!"

"Good luck," the voice replied.

"HEY!" Sam kept trying to communicate, but the voice had clearly said its piece. "WAIT! I NEED TO TALK TO VANDERSLOOT! HE KNOWS I SHOULDN'T BE IN HERE! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE I AM!"

All of a sudden, a thick pink fog rose up from the floor. This sent Sam into a panic; he attempted to hold his breath and cover his nose as the gas enveloped him. Eventually, with no way out, he eventually ran out of air drew in a deep breath when his lung demanded it. At first he coughed, but actually found it quite pleasant. The gas smelled sweet, like cherry-flavored medicine. As he took in more of the gas, his heart rate increased. And he could feel his... Balls? His balls felt like they were bouncing up and down in his sack.

Most of all, he was horny. He immediately pulled out his heavy manmeat, which had somehow gotten rock-hard without him even noticing, and started to stroke himself leisurely. After all, jacking off may not help him get out of the cell, but it probably won't hurt either, right?

Sam tugged and tugged. He could feel the pleasurable foreshocks of an orgasm rising up through his veiny shaft, but he never came, even after many minutes of rapid jerking. Eventually, the gas began to dissipate and someone emerged through the mist.