Synopsis: In a future where men were reduced to sex slavery and kept in special detenton area.

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.