Chapter 2
There was a living room with a couch and a chair as well as a kitchen but little else. The fridge was enormous and the cabinets were all full of food so where he was he at least was glad he would not starve to death. As was the case with the bedroom, video cameras were in every room and obviously had motion detectors as they tracked his every movement.
When he spied the front door, he was surprised to find it unlocked and he almost didn't even try it, just assuming it was pointless. As he stepped outside his shock increased exponentially.
The reason the door was not locked was this bungalow was located on a very isolated and apparently deserted Island, and as he scoured the horizon, it was obviously quite a few miles away from the mainland as he saw no sign of land anywhere in sight. It was not a large island, but it was not overly small either; just a delightful little beach and a few palm trees would have made this a delightful tropical hide-away and if he had not been imprisoned, he would have thoroughly enjoyed his stay.
Looking around further outside, to his amazement he found there was even a small pool and off to his left, down on the beach, he spied a small dock where small craft could moor when visiting the retreat. It was quickly dawning on Steve that whoever had set this up and brought him here was very well heeled, and it was apparent he was certainly not going anywhere soon.
As the afternoon drug on, Steve explored the whole island as well as the rest of the house. There was a solar generator to provide power to the bungalow, and the house had its own fresh water well, so the place was pretty self sufficient.
By late afternoon Steve was getting a bit tired of his forced nudity but discovered that unless he wanted to make a skirt out of some old palm leaves, which were a bit too high for him to reach anyway, he was pretty much going to have to remain naked. There was not a loose piece of cloth anywhere on the island as all of the furniture in the house were made of wood without any cushions.
He tried turning on the television sets that were in all of the rooms, but they appeared to be close circuit and obviously controlled elsewhere. Now quite bored, and even more frustrating horny, the itch to have sex was starting to flare up he just sat down on the hard surface of the wood and sighed.
As he struggled to think unsexy thoughts, he just looked down at his cock, completely off limits to him now in its stainless steel prison, and wondered what he could do to get off in this situation. After finding some food in the kitchen, he ate and went ahead and turned in for the night. Whoever had put him in this situation obviously was in total control, and he could not do anything but wait for them to show their hand.
As the sun started coming up and streaming through the bare windows, Steve tossed and turned. It had been a horrible night, and his cock had not cooperated with its new imprisoned status. It strained at its steel bars, desperate to get out. Filling the cage to capacity with his manhood he laid there silently as he desperately tried to will his manhood back down into a flaccid state as his semi-hard on was causing him a considerable pain.
As he lay there struggling, the TV set in his bedroom suddenly switched on.