Imagine…
You are locked. Sentenced. **One hundred years in chastity.** That dick is done. Behind lock and key. You will never touch it again — not in this lifetime, not in the next — unless you do exactly what I say.
But I'm not entirely evil. I'm generous, actually. *Unreasonably* generous considering what a depraved little freak you are for me.
Every cock you suck knocks one year off your sentence.
One hundred cocks. One hundred years. Simple math, even for a brain as melted as yours.
You'll start out thinking this is hypothetical. A fun little game. A thought experiment you can close the tab on.
But then you'll start counting. You'll start *thinking* about how to get that number down. You'll catch yourself looking at guys differently. Wondering. Calculating. And that sick little flutter in your stomach won't be fear anymore — it'll be *motivation.*
So what's it going to be? A century in that cage? Or do you get on your knees and start earning your freedom one cock at a time?