Into the Cell

Sam didn't know what to expect as he cautiously stepped into the dark room. He knew that someone had been in here just a little while ago: There was no other explanation for the fucking sounds that drew him in. He considered moving forward through the double doors toward orientation, but decided to check out the cell instead.

The light from the hall allowed him to see that the dark-colored room had no furniture to speak of; no other windows or doors, either. When he moved to the center of the room, a fluorescent light on the ceiling flickered to life. Sam looked up, distracted by the sudden change, and didn't notice the door slowly slip shut behind him until a loud click of its lock alerted him to his fate.

Sam immediately ran to the door and started banging his hands against the port. He knew it useless to yell but, not knowing what else to do, he tried anyways. After what seemed like an eternity of futile banging and yelling, he withdrew from the door and sat with his back against the wall.

Down on the floor, he waited. After some time, an automated voice came through over the intercom. Welcome camper [NAME NOT FOUND] to your sexual stimulation stress test. Since you will be participating for the first time, this session will serve as a diagnostic exam.

We see that you are [MALE]. Before we begin, please tell us: Have you ejaculated in the last six hours?