What's next?

They track their progress

"Excellent work, you two," the voice chimes in. "You're closer to leaving already."

Josh hears his and Tyler's collars make a sound like that of a slot machine. He looks over at Tyler, and sees that his collar's "alpha" symbol now reads

1/1000
+1

"Your collar," says Josh, "it says one out of one thousand."

"So does yours," replies Tyler. "Is that how long we're going be here? We have to do that a thousand times?"

"Clever boys," says the voice. "Yes, you just got one thousandth of the way there. But you were just doing the bare minimum. Josh was just trying to get himself off, after all, and Tyler was trying to ignore him. But the collar isn't just counting how many times you make each other cum with the machine. It's about learning for yourself how disgusting you've been to women, and how well you've replaced those urges with something else. If you want to get out of here, you have to understand how they would feel, but also to learn to satisfy yourselves in other ways. And right now, you'd both rather be chasing women than using these machines to get each other off."

"But I'm straight," Josh protests, "how could I possibly convince you that I don't want to have sex with women? Knowing that you can kidnap me and keep me here, I know I can never do it again. But somehow that's not enough for you."

"And maybe you believe that," says the voice. "But it's not enough. We definitely have a stick to punish you for doing the wrong thing, but you need a carrot to keep you on the right track. What do you want that women don't want to give you? I'll leave you to brainstorm. Hopefully Dan and Steve will do better than one point when they earn you all your dinner."

The four of them sit there uncomfortably, some hard and some soft, pressed hip to hip as they recline in their hard plastic prison, the room silent except for the confusing sounds of four kinds of porn.

"What do you think she wants?" asks Steve to no-one in particular, breaking the cacophonic silence.