This story is a sort of "Whodunit?" Mystery that highlights male humiliation at the hands of women. If you want it to be about something else, you will be very disappointed. Yes, the male could have done things in a way to avoid his embarrassing situations but that's not what the story is about.
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Roy woke up in a fog. His head felt like his brain was bigger than his skull. It was Sunday morning and he was lying in his bed, alone. He remembered going to the club the night before but couldn't remember coming home. That wasn't all that unusual for Roy but the empty spot on the bed next to him was.
Roy was a player. He knew it. Damn, he was proud of it. Roy had the looks for the game too. The height, the chiseled jaw line, the muscular build and the smooth lines or, smooth lies, as Roy like to think about them. Was Roy a player because he was good looking or did being good looking make it easier for Roy to play? He didn't know and really didn't care.
Roy loved women. Sure the hot ones were his most common target, but not always. There was just something about women that drove Roy wild. They knew just how to stand, how to toss their hair around. Their curves were smooth, their walk was magical. Just putting a finger to their mouth the right way could be the sexist thing in the world. The way they laughed, the way they smiled. Yep, Roy loved the women.
What Roy didn't like was commitment. He never wanted to get past the visual. What he had learned is that after a few dates he would find something about them he didn't like. Worse, they were bound to find out things about him. Who needed it? Roy was happier with a one night stand then moving on. The biggest draw back to this plan was seeing the women he slept with at the clubs and bars he frequented. It wasn't like there was an endless supply of places to find them.
As Roy tried to remember the night before he stumbled out of bed to go relieve himself. His sight was blurry and his footing was unsteady. "Man, I really tied one on last night," he thought with a little pride. As Roy reached the toilet he pulled down his boxer shorts to get down to business. Only, his dick wasn't there to grab on to. "Holy shit!" he yelled in astonishment. His dick was there, it was just encased in a small cage of steel no more than two inches long. He quickly felt all around the device to find a way to remove it. His legs were shaky, so he sat on the toilet.
Bewildered and terrified, he studied the device. He had seen chastity devices in porn movies that looked similar but they were plastic, rubber or made of cheap steel. This thing was heavy steel. His dick was so jammed into it that his skin poked out of the small openings on the side. His balls hung down in front of a tight, thick, stainless steel ring that locked the device to his crotch. Too close to cut off and he damn sure wasn't going to get near it with a torch or grinder. He could feel a small hole on the bottom part of the ring that he assumed was key hole but didn't know for sure. "Fuck!" he yelled as he pulled at it in disgust.
Still he had to pee. There was little hole at the end of the cap. As Roy began to pee he realized his penis hole didn't line up with the cap exactly. Urine sprayed in multiple directions. Roy had to quickly push it down towards the toilet bowl. It seemed sitting down would be the only way he could pee until he got this stupid device off his dick.
In the kitchen Roy took a few aspirin for his head. He was still trying to remember the night before when a piece of folded green paper caught his eye on the kitchen table.
"Hey Player,
You are in a world of shit now. If you are reading this then the drugs have worn off and you now realize that you are caged. Say good-bye to your love life. You can't touch it. You can't get hard. You can't have sex. You can't play with it. Your days of treating women like dirt are over. You have left a trail of humiliated women in the wake of your playboy ways. No more.
Now, to show I'm not a total bitch, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself and gain access to your dick again. If you can gain my forgiveness by demonstrating that you have changed your ways I will happily give the key to your dick back to you. Though I seriously doubt a self-centered ass like you could humble himself enough to gain a woman's forgiveness. You would first have to be able to understand how a woman thinks, feels and lives to know what damage you have caused. I doubt you are capable of such feelings.
Good luck Asshole.
Sincerely,
Your Key Holder
P.S. The lock on your cage will break if anything but the key is inserted. I checked with the hospitals. They might be able to remove such a device but it will be painful, damaging, embarrassing and humiliating."
"What the fuck! This stupid bitch is crazy." Roy thought as he threw the letter down. Roy racked his brain as to who it could be. The problem was, the more he thought the more names he thought of. Roy had screwed a lot of women. Worse, the way Roy put distance between him and a new lay was by being the biggest jerk he could be. When he saw them in the club he would tell them that they weren't as attractive as they were when he was drunk. Or, he told them he had a girlfriend and made a drunken mistake. Roy said whatever it took to get them away from him. He knew it wasn't nice but it was only part of the game.
Too many women and too many tears for Roy to possibly figure this out. He stared at the letter. "Ah ha!" he thought. The hospital. That's where Jill works. The letter said she had checked with the hospital. "That's because she works at the hospital," he thought, happy to have a little direction. Jill was a cute little catch that he had picked up at a bar across town a few months ago. He told her all the right things to get her into his bed. He told her she was the type of girl he could introduce to his parents, a real keeper. It had to be Jill. She was pissed when he told her the next day he would never take a whore, who would sleep with a guy on the first date, to his parents house.
Roy showered and headed to the hospital to confront the bitch. Jill worked in the ER as a nurse. She had blond hair that she kept in a pony tail while working. She was a bit to the short side but lean, so she didn't appear short. Roy liked a little more meat on his girls but what Jill had was located in the right places.
Jill could clearly see Roy was irritated when he asked to see her. They went into an exam room to discuss whatever it was Roy was upset about.
"A lot of nerve you have showing your face around her after what you pulled on me." Jill started.
"After what I pulled?! Holly shit, you've got some nerve yourself" Roy shot back.
Jill couldn't have been more confused. "Listen Roy, I get it. You used me. It was just a game to you. I get it now but if you think I'm going to fall for it again you better head out the door right now. I literally hate your guts."
"I know, but that still doesn't give you the right!" Roy said bitterly.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know!"
