The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pounding in my head. How much did I drink last night? I tried to open my eyes, but the dim light bleeding into my bedroom was too much for them.

I yawned and rolled onto my side. I felt something foreign underneath me. Confused, I reached my hand down to my waist and felt warm metal.

What the fuck? It took me a second before I realized the metal thing was attached to me! I whipped the covers off my bed and my eyes shot open.

I looked down and between my legs, was a steel device locked around my cock and balls! A million thoughts quickly screamed through my head: Who put it there? Did I? Why? How? Can I get it off my fucking body?

I gently gave it a tug, but I could quickly tell that it would not be removed this way. Two metal bars kept the device secure: one behind my testicles, the other in front. To pull the cage off, I would have to crush my testicles. Clearly, I would not be taking that risk.

I started to get dizzy with panic. I tried to calm myself down. What do I do?

Fiddling with the tight, rigid device, I inspected it further. It seemed the back bar and the front plate, which connected to a small curved shaft, which covered my penis, were all secured firmly together by an eerily thick padlock.

"Fuck," I moaned, aloud. Someone really had it in for me. I started to freak out again. As the anxiety built uncontrollably inside me, I let out a scream.

I collapsed on the floor next to my bed and became paralyzed by fear.

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After a while, I was able to collect myself and made it back to my feet. I slowly got dressed, awkwardly, and looked around my condo. There had to be a clue or note or something about what had happened to me. After a brief search, I noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

My hands shook as I looked through my phone.

I started texting a few of the buddies I went out with last night. I asked if they remembered me going home with anyone. None of them were helpful. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who couldn't remember much of last night.

A wave of depression set in over me, followed quickly by an intense worry. How was I going to get this off?

As much as it freaked me out to have this device locked around my most important body part, I decided that patience and calm were the best course of action. I had breakfast and coffee and as my headache started to relent, with the help of some ibuprofen, the urge to relieve my bladder grabbed my attention.

"Oh, no," I moaned, surprised by my new problem. How was this going to work?

Stepping into the bathroom, I took my pants off completely, to simplify things. I lifted up the cruel device and saw that there was indeed a small hole at the tip of the shaft covering. It appeared I would be able to piss out of that hole, although, not while standing up.

I sat down on the seat and released my bladder. Everything emptied normally, more or less, thank fuck. I guess I had one less small thing to stress about.

With that problem out of the way, my mind quickly fixated on the next one; how would I get this off?

I could go to the hospital, maybe. Yes, it would be embarrassing, but surely they would have tools and what not and be able to surgically remove it without damaging my... parts? The thought was too scary to accept for now; there had to be an easier solution.

Someone must have put this on me. But who would do it and why?

My phone rang, interrupting my rational paranoia. My screen told me it was my sister. Fuck, I was supposed to go to the gym and have lunch with her today.

"Hey Angie," I said, answering the phone nervously.

"Hey," she responded, sounding pre-occupied. "Am I meeting you inside the gym? Or at your place?"

"Umm," I hesitated, trying to think quickly as I stared at the abomination between my legs. "Look, Angie, I'm really sorry, but I'm going to have to cancel today."

"Why?" She quacked, annoyingly, the way only a sister could.

"Because, I feel really sick today. Like, I can't leave the bathroom, type sick."

"Ugh, gross. Fine," she sighed. "Feel better, I guess."

I hung up and felt relieved only for a brief moment before frustration with my situation overwhelmed me again.

My phone beeped beside me as a text popped in. Now what?

It was a message from an unknown number. I started to feel sick for real as my face became hot and red. I opened up the message.

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How are you feeling this morning?

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Did I accidentally delete one of my friend's contacts? Or was this someone that knows what happened to me last night? I typed back.

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Who is this?

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 I stared at the screen, stiff with anxiety as I waited for the response.

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If you ever want that thing taken off, I implore you to answer my questions, politely.

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My face felt hot and red as I read the text in my hands. Oh, god, I was so fucked. Was I being blackmailed? Who would blackmail me? Why? I don't even have money!

My hands shook as I typed back.

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I'm feeling uneasy and very troubled by this situation. What do you want from me?

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All you should be worrying about is answering my questions and following my instructions. This is your last warning. Understood?

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I had nothing to gain at this point by remaining stubborn. I decided to just go with it and see how this developed.

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I understand.

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Good. Don't panic, I'm not going to ruin your life. You will be out of that device soon, as long as you behave. I assume you haven't left your apartment this morning, but if you did, return immediately. You will be receiving a package today. Message me back only once it has been delivered.

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I put my phone down slowly and gritted my teeth. What did I get myself into? How did they know where I lived?

I wished I could just close my eyes and fast forward to some point in the future when I had escaped this predicament. Unfortunately, I would have to suffer through it.