You develop a routine.

The rest of your day is uneventful, even though you spend the whole time worrying about another person coming through your door and asking for a handjob. At one point another bearded man in kitchen gloves enters your room and you light up with hope, but it is not the man from before, and he simply monitors you from the doorway, making sure that you do not try anything when your toys are cleaned. When you eventually get hungry, you wait as long as you can before playing the lotto again. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. There is no escaping the droning chorus. This time you are more patient and you avoid getting any cum in your mouth by simply fingering and jerking both mannequins simultaneously, for the second time in a row, you get soup from the vagina and cum from the cock. You have to spend time cleaning up messes from both toys because masturbating them makes it more difficult to catch their fluids as they come out.

Your dreams are always thick with lust. You are unwilling to masturbate for your captive audience while you're awake, so your thoughts bathe you in sex and those incessant phrases. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it.

The next day is also fairly uneventful. The man from before returns and requests another handjob, but when you refuse there are no apparent consequences. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. You try to eat only twice a day, because you don't want to hear them. That, and you're afraid that you're getting used to the stupid phrases that come out of the toys as you service them.

Another day passes and you begin to worry. Your mind wanders to dark places during your long isolation. Shouldn't I be happy that no one is coming in here? Was a handjob not enough? What are they waiting for? Am I just going to sit in here servicing mannequins forever? You run your captor's initial speech through your head over and over as you find things to do to pass the time. "You will learn your place, and you will learn to love it." Yeah, right. "There is only one way that you will leave this compound, and that is by completing your training."

'You have been chosen by our clients,' But that guy from before said she was lying. 'They will watch your training as it progresses.' What the fuck are they watching, a naked guy walking around a tiny cell and eating from some sick toys? This place is starting to make you go crazy, nothing happens. Nothing should happen, but you need some sort of stimulation. All you hear each day is the damned humming of the ceiling fans and that fucking speech from your food dispensaries. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. You'd kill for some elevator music or something. You spend time each day enjoying the toilet you earned, eternally grateful for the tiniest of dignities.

On the forth day, something finally happens. After your 'breakfast' servicing the door opens, revealing your captor and a naked woman.

"Hello ****, today is a special day." she seems especially perky this morning, "Today is your first opportunity to showcase your skills at giving oral pleasure."

She raises her hand up and guides the woman into your little cell, revealing a leather leash that is attached to the woman's neck with a collar that reads S-L-A-V-E, just like the one from before.

"From now on, you will have one opportunity per day to showcase your skills. It is your choice whether you want to take advantage of these opportunities, but know this: you will have to perform well enough on both sexes in order to take your first test and move on with your training. If you choose to decline, you will remain in your cell with no visitors until the following day, when you can choose again."

You consider her words. More days of mindless boredom, more days of nothing but: This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it.

"What will it be ****?"