You wake up in the suffocating, stinking air of your 1.3 meter cubicle, curled against a corner. It's impossible to stand up, to lie down nor to stretch your limbs. Neon lights buzz overhead, reflecting harshly off the grimy, tiled walls, floor, and ceiling. Four glory holes surround your cramped quarters, one in each wall, currently empty. Nasty remote-controlled electric clamps are locked on your genitals and nipples, ready to zap you at the customers' whim. A thick, heavy collar is locked around your neck.

There is some noise coming from outside. Blinded by the crude light, you can't see through the black holes. A filthy, thick cockhead pokes into view from hole #1. It's long, maybe 7 or 8 inches from base to uncircumcised tip, currently soft and floppy. The skin is pale, almost pinkish-pink, with a slightly waxy sheen and prominent veins that haven't yet fully hardened. The glans is pearlescent and slick with sweat, pointing down. The shaft is thick, curving slightly upward, with a bulbous base covered in sparse, dark pubic hair. Right now, it looks limp and unformed. Let's refer to it as the pinkish long uncut cock.

Hole #1: Pinkish long uncut cock, flaccid. Hole #2: - Hole #3: - Hole #4: -