Male Concubine
The curtain parted, and a dark suited professional looking
woman appeared. She stepped up to the podium and said,
"Ladies, Ladies, Please! May I have your attention?." The
din from the crowd of women in the auditorium slowly turned
to silence.
"Thank you and welcome to the Detroit megaplex hotel. In a
moment, we will start with tonight's proceedings. But first I
want to congratulate all of you for your good fortune in being
the 100 lucky contestants in the most recent lottery. We only
wish we had more men available."
Beverly recalled how she entered the contest at the radio
station. It was just one of many venues the government used to
auction off spots for the event. By sheer luck, she was one of
the thousands of horny women who got a pass to tonight's event.
The mistress of ceremonies continued, "This is the one time
I am sorry I work government, as no agency employees are
ever allowed to participate in these lotteries. (A chuckle
arose from the crowd.) Now to make sure there are no
misunderstandings, I want to cover the rules regarding the
next 48 hours. As you are already aware, there is intense
security for this event as the commodity we have is in a
stiff demand." (A few of the women caught her joke and
moaned.)
Upon her arrival, (Beverly remembered) there was a very
thorough determination to make sure that her ticket was
legitimate and she was indeed the genuine contestant. For
it was the intention of the Federal government, that only
the authorized women were allowed inside.
She continued, "As you know, the 10 first place winners
will be called in order and they will be allowed to come up
and choose a key from the bowl. Each key holder will be
allowed 3 attempts to find a lock which the key will open.
If you find that your key opens the lock, you must re-lock
your companion and stand next to him until all 10 men (for
the 1st place winners) have been paired. If, after 3 failed
attempts, I will input the 3 men you have selected and the
computer will randomly select a key and a man for you."
"Finally, as the remaining 90 of you come up, you will be
given the chastity belt key which corresponds to a partner
and you will be directed to him."
"If you elect to continue, you and your guest will be
sequestered in a room in this hotel, where you may remove
the chastity belt from him. You may spend up to 48 hours
with your partner and at the end of which, the guard will
ensure the key is returned and that your guest has his belt
back on and is totally secured. He will then be escorted
back to his holding area. Only when all of the keys have
been returned and the men secured will you be allowed to
leave the hotel. "
"All right, will you please send in the men." At that, the
100 men (secured in a variety of chastity belts) started to
parade onto the stage in a single file line. Attired in
only their CB, they were directed to a series of risers
(like a concert choir would perform on) so all 100 males
were on display.
They were spaced so the audience could see their entire body -
head to toe. The stage lighting reflected back from some of the
polished stainless steel chastity belts like a mirror and was
blinding if the angle was just right. The MC continued,
"Concubines with the 10 best sperm counts, step forward." Ten
men stepped forward and the noise in room reached a fevered
pitch.
"OK, ticket number 1 please." Beverly (a slender 23 year
old blond) stood up and raised her hand. An attendant
directed her to stage area where she turned in her ticket.
The ticket was again verified as being authentic and she
then put her palm on the security reader. When the light
turned green, she was allowed to proceed on stage.
The MC said, "The screen says Beverly, but may I call you
Bev?" "Huh? Ummm, sure" she blurted back. She was looking
over the men and was picking out the ones she was hoping she
would get a key to. "Go ahead, Bev, pick out a key from the
bowl." At that she reached into the bowl of keys, dug down a bit
and pulled up a key. "You may now start with any man you choose
to see if the key will open his lock", the mistress continued.
Beverly walked over to the front row and viewing the men and
picked out the man in the center of the first row - skipping the
"10 best" men. (She specifically picked him out because he had a
'Walter' belt on.) That was the European model that was the was
most secure. She had heard stories that these men had somehow
escaped and were caught wasting their precious seed. These belts
were form fitted with a molded ball sac and a separate penis
tube. After this belt was applied, the concubine could not touch
any of his erogenous zones -it was like solitary confinement in
prison.
Her first pick was tall and lean with wavy brown hair.
She noted the belt fit tightly, as she traced its outline
where the metal met the skin - across the top, then down
along ball sac. She grabbed the penis tube and she imagined what
it would be like to have a real cock inserted into her sex. It
was warm and she thought she could feel it throbbing in its cage.
Holding him steady, she inserted the key and tried to open the
lock, but it would not open. The crowd of ladies moaned,
"Awwwwwwww"
She moved to her left 5 men and chose a man in the next row
because he too had on 'Walter' belt, but that would not
open either. Since she could see no more young men with a
Walter chastity belt, her last choice was a man wearing an
either and Access Denied or Jones belt - they both looked so
similar she couldn't tell. She noticed that these did not fit as
tightly. The front shield was also warm to the touch, but she
could slip her pinky finger in between the belt and his shaven
loins. As she felt the thick metal penis tube and a bulging cock
she felt herself becoming wet with anticipation. However when
she tried to unlock his belt it would not open either.
She had her 3 tries and walked over to the MC and handed her the
key. The mistress had input the 3 men she selected and now the
computer had determined a match for her. The number 48 displayed
on her monitor. She called out, "Number 48, step over here!"
An older gentleman (middle thirties?) stepped off the riser
and stood next to the pair of women. Bev noticed he too was
wearing one of the extra secure Walter CB's. She wasn't
sure what to think - an old guy in Walter? Surely the
government would not keep him in a top level belt if his
seed wasn't adequate. Usually by that age these guys are
dead or have no seed left in them.
Beverly looked him over and just smiled.
The next nine regional first place contestants followed the
same procedure.
After all 10 of the prime candidates were matched, they were lead
to their assigned rooms.
