Chastity People Chapter 7

A Femdom coming of age in the CARGO 'verse, where the NHS installs permanent chastity devices!

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Milo opened the door and Nell --- sweet, willowy, full-breasted Nell, the object of so many of his fantasies, the girl he had literally licked to a screaming orgasm while she gouged his back with her fingernails --- stepped into his room.

Just that fact was enough to harden his penis in its cage.

"Sorry," she said, "my boots are sandy." She stooped then clutched her back. "Ouch."

"It's OK I'll get them." Milo closed the door, ditched his coat, then knelt before her and reverently undid her walking shoe.

With a little shower of sand, Nell extracted a slender foot wrapped a woollen sock. "Sorry," she said with a giggle. "Sweaty."

There was indeed a whiff, but it only served to further tighten Milo's chastity cage.

He got the other foot free, triggering a wet pulse in his caged groin. "Why... don't you lie on the bed while I dig out lotion?" He washed his hands in the tiny en-suite then unearthed the Welcome Pack from his wardrobe.

It was, of course, full of dildos.

He stared at them, imagining...

"Milo?" called Nell. "I don't have all day."

He grabbed the lotion and rose. When he turned, Nell was in just a cotton top and panties and lying on her front on top of his duvet, her dishevelled brown-gold hair masking her face.

The sight literally crushed a painful squirt of semen out of his balls. "Oh My God!"

Nell started get up, big breasts swinging despite the white bra. "Sorry I didn't mean to... boundaries I mean..."

"No, no," said Milo. He was so impossibly turned on it was hard to think. "Just you spilled... I mean there's sand on my floor."

She snorted. "Posh Boy you are a twat." She settled again. "At least I didn't get it onto your sheets."

"A twat who's going to give you a back rub," said Milo, kicking off his shoes and socks. He knelt on the bed beside her and warmed the lotion in his hands.

Nell reached back to pat the base of her spine. "It hurts here."

Milo closed his eyes. He'd done this before, in class, with some mature female volunteers to practice on. It hadn't even gotten him hard. Slowly, he made contact with Nell's skin.

She sighed. "Oh that's nice and cool."

Then it was just a matter of rolling his thumbs along the strip of bare skin between panties and top.

Again, Nell sighed. "Oh, this is good."

"So how did you really hurt your back?" asked Milo.

Nell didn't answer.

Milo shifted to what he thought of as 'paddling', dragging his fingers over her waist. "Sorry. Didn't mean to intrude."

"Fucking," began Nell.

"I said sorry!"

"No, actually fucking." She half glanced over her shoulder under her hair. "You're the only one I can talk to about this."

"What about your friends?"

"Kiera's crude," said Nell. "Amber's prude."

"What about me?"

"Neutered."

"Thanks a bunch. Go on then."

"So there was this lesbian," said Nell, "and she drove me out into the country in her van and sort of seduced me, though I knew it was going to happen."

Milo had a flash of what that might look like - smooth skin and soft curves. His penis heaved against its cage.

"So you're a lesbian now?" he managed.

"Hmm. I don't know what I am. But we had sex in a cave..."

Nell continued, totally matter of fact, as if she were talking to another girl, and not a guy with a folorn erection trying to form in his chastity cage.

"...and there was this double dildo, and it was like having a penis, and that is how I messed up my back. Fucking."

"That sounds lesbian to me," said Milo.

"Dunno," said Nell. "It felt like... masturbation?"

"I wouldn't know," said Milo. "It's been a few months."

Nell laughed. "It's easy to forget."

"That I'm caged?"

"That you ever weren't."

"Marvellous," said Milo.

"But it suits you." She lifted her pert backside. "You can pull down my knickers a bit."

He eased them down so just a little cleft was exposed. Now he was running his thumbs through the soft edge of her buttocks and he could smell her sex... ripe, female, a scent honed by a million years of evolution to turn his penis into a rod of pure lust.

His pierced penis, pinned inside its inescapable cage for the next five years.

He was aching with lust, and what made it worse was the possibility that Nell was now off limits, gated by an immutable preference.

"So, not a lesbian, then?" he said.

"Disappointed? I know some men..."

"Oh, it's erotic to contemplate..."

"You perve!"

"...but if you were an actual lesbian, then what happened before was an aberration, and I hate the thought of that."

"Oh..." Nell lay in silence while he ran his thumbs back and forward over the top of her buttocks. "So, what am I?" she asked. "Categorise me Milo, with that giant brain of yours."

"Well," said Milo. "You had sex with Adam."

"Didn't like it," said Nell.

"But you did fancy him."

"Totally."

A voice in his head screamed: shut up shut up you know where this is going.

But he couldn't help but follow the chain of logic.

"And you enjoyed your... Sapphic encounter."

"Yes," said Nell. "It was wild."

"But," said Milo. "Did you fancy her?"

"I... fancied the experience. Not her, so much."

"And..."

...And you were attracted to me and liked what we did, thought Milo.

Damn. You're a Virgo.

Nell seemed too sweet, too soft, and he wanted her to be there waiting for him at the end of his five years.

"Go on," said Nell.

"You're..." began Milo. But for once he was going to not talk.

What had his therapist said?

"...going to have to work this out for yourself," he said.

"Yeah," said Nell. "No easy answers. So --- what have you been up to?"

"I... er..." Milo flushed.

Nell raised herself up on her elbows and reached for her phone which she had propped on the pillow so she could see the time.

"Don't!" said Milo. "I mean..."

Nell brought up HrLckr and clicked through to his reviews. "Oh, my. You have been active. JustZoe thinks you're 'a lovely boy, very amenable'. DrDoom says you are 'compliant'. And FlightyFlapper has you down as a 'good sport'. And they all share the same time stamp." She squirmed a little. "Tell all."

"Ah," said Milo and he found himself telling her about his raucous evening and the weird foursome at the end... except going over it again, it was more sexy than weird.

"Wow," said Nell. She pulled off her top and lay back down in just her bra and panties. "Go on, do my spine properly."

The blood seemed to drain from Milo's brain and into his caged groin. Somehow he managed to get his shaking hands onto her back and start rolling his thumbs up her spine, skipping over the white bra strap.

After the third time, she sighed happily. "Just unhook it."

The strap opened and breasts bulged outwards, reminding Milo of how they had quivered and wobbled as he'd tongued her on that magical night.

"You must be a saint!" said Nell.

"I was rather going for devilish."

"But seriously, you did... all that. You must be a walking horn, but here you are rubbing my back and my bra is half off and I feel totally safe."

"Hey! You would be safe even if I wasn't chaste," said Milo.

"Yes, but you'd try something, drop some hint... That's what men do."

"It wouldn't do me any good," said Milo. "Bad enough that I can't unsee last time."

"Really?" She giggled.

And Milo realised he'd made a mistake. He should have told her how much he wanted her, made this into a pass, not talked about his frustration, not fed the Virgo in her.

"Rub my legs, won't you?"

Milo shifted down the bed so he could start on her calves.

"So it's five years," she said. "Do you think about that?"

"I am now."

He bit his lip. Another mistake. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut?

His thumbs reached the edge of her knickers.

"Oh, take them off," she said.

He drew the white things down Nell's slender legs. Now her thigh tops and bottom formed a diamond frame around her pouting vulva with its dark gold frizz. Quivering with lust now, he slowly kneaded her right buttock.

"So will you be able to perform?" she asked.

"Pardon?"

"In five years?"

"Eventually, after I'm healed. Loss of function is rare."

"Hmm," she said. "So five years from now, you'll be wanking over our 'transcendental' experience..."

"I... er..." The other alternative was that he might be having sex with Nell. Actual sex. But that sounded presumptuous.

"I'm not sure how I feel about that," she said

"I can promise not to, if that helps."

She laughed. "That would make you a liar. But chaste suits you! What about the next upgrade? Neuter isn't it?"

"Goodness! I'm not doing ten years."

"You might have to do ten years if you got married. Or more! Your wife could veto a return to basic."

"I'll avoid marrying a Virgo."

"What if it were the right girl?"

Nell rolled over and lay there completely naked: slender legs spread invitingly, big breasts lolling, nipples shamelessly erect.

Milo's pelvis twitched. He groaned, tried to take his gaze off her vulva with its inner lips that pouted so tantalisingly from the furry outer ones… failed and went into a mental spin.

Nell giggled. "So, Posh Boy, can you fuck?"

"Um… yes…" Milo bit his lip, still couldn't look away. "I mean technically…"

"I know you have dildos in that Starter Pack of yours, and I've misplaced me inhibitions and we have half an hour."

"I have something better."

Milo jumped off the bed and tore off his clothes. He grabbed the special package out of the wardrobe and fled to the bathroom. Two agonising minutes of wriggling and he had the thing installed.

He rushed back to rejoin Nell. "What do you..."

She let out a little scream. Then she giggled. "Oh, I thought..."

Milo stared down at the DongThong . "Yes, it is realistic." The rubbery mesh was skin toned and the cup that covered his caged genitals looked like a scrotum. So at first glance he really must look as if he had somehow escaped his chastity device. "The prosthetic is based on a 3D scan of my real penis taken during my... upgrade."

"Awesome," she said. "Now fuck me with your fake real penis, Milo."

Milo jumped onto the bed, knelt between her open legs.

"Virgin," she said. "I forgot." Nell rolled forward, took his head and drew him down to kiss her.

Their noses bumped. She giggled, tilted her head and their mouths met.

Milo sank into her, slid his hands under her shoulders.

Her breasts were a welcoming cushion, her body lithe under him.

He slipped away from her mouth, kissed her elegant neck, which tasted of sweat and sea salt with little flecks of sand cascading from her dishevelled hair.

Nell wriggled, exhaled, then wrapped her legs around his. "You're in."

Milo propped himself up on his hands and looked between them, past the mounds of her breasts, past her soft, flat tummy, to where his penis was rooted in the furry bump between her thighs.

"That's what it looks like," he said.

A painful spasm went through his real cock, the one pinned in its hellish cage.

Her blue eyes twinkled. She smiled her sweet smile. "What does?"

"Us having sex."

"But you're still a virgin, dafty." She craned up and kissed him lightly on the mouth. "And..." She jiggled suggestively so her breasts wobbled. "...you're acting like one."

Milo withdrew his hips experimentally. A couple of inches of shaft emerged from her vagina. It was shiny with her juices and looked for all the world like his real penis.

He thrust with his pelvis and felt... nothing but the knot of lust in his caged groin.

The impact made Nell's breasts ripple. "Oh," she said. "You hit the spot."

He repeated the move. The dildo squelched in her vagina.

His chastity cage seemed to shrink, making it too tight for him to even leak.

Nell grinned at him, grabbed his glass collar, drew him back down to lie on her.

Milo kissed her neck, her ear and all the while kept thrusting with his hips.

I am having sex with Nell!

The breath hissed in her nostrils. She groaned, stroked his back, dragged her nails over his shoulder blades.

He worked his pelvis harder, faster, and the knot of lust in his neutered groin became a vortex, dragging everything into it.

Nell shuddered. Her legs shifted. Her heels dug into his buttocks. "Oh Jesus!" She arched forward, bit his shoulder. She gasped, "Oh! Harder! Faster!" then settled into gnawing and sucking his collar bone while making desperate mewing sounds.

Holding on for his life, Milo pounded the dildo into her. It was like riding a storm or being dropped into a cage with a hungry lioness. He was too afraid to stop, but terrified of what would happen if he did not...

Nell's nails gouged his back deep enough he could feel the hot blood run down his flanks. Her mew reached an ululating crescendo. She threw back her head and let out a shriek.

Then she flopped onto the duvet, sweet Nell again, for all her face was flushed with orgasm and her hair spread out like a sandy halo.

Milo gently withdrew and rolled over to lie next to her, his ever-erect prosthetic sticking up like an obscene sundial.

Nell nestled up to him, one thigh over his, her head on his shoulder. "I think I drew blood."

"Worth it," said Milo. "Was that better than...?" He trailed off. His mouth. He should just shut up.

"Than with Adam?" said Nell. "Yes. Infinitely."

"Maybe you'll come and find me in five years," said Milo.

Nell pinged his prosthetic.

He shuddered and felt a squirt of semen escape his engorged penis.

Nell giggled. "Some how I don't think you'd have the same staying power."

"Maybe not," said Milo. "But think of the passion!"

"Think of the jism, more like," said Nell. "Eww." She laughed. "Sorry. I'm being a bitch because you've made me feel naked."

"We're both naked," said Milo.

"You're not! Technically. But I mean I was reduced to jelly and you were just... observing."

Milo lay there with the girl he loved naked and half sprawled across him, his penis still throbbing in its cage and tried to think before he spoke.

"You've gone quiet," said Nell. She pinched his nipple.

"Ouch."

"Talk."

"I..." But now his nipple was throbbing and he had to fight the urge to hump the air. "I sent you an Exclusivity Request."

"What? Oh, on HrLckr? Sorry, love, I missed it."

"I could send you another one."

Nell shook her head. "I don't want... I'm just finding my way. We both are."

Probably for the best, thought Milo, even as he heard himself blurt, "Let me take you on a date."

"I..."

He blundered on. "A secret date. No obligation. But do let's get away from campus and spend time together."

Silence. Then Nell said, "I'd like that very much, Posh Boy..." She glanced at her phone. "Bugger!" She sprang off the bed and started gathering her clothes. "I'm late for the lab!"

While you're waiting for the next chapter, read a romance set in Year 15 of the CARGO'verse!!