Distracted Chaste Boyfriend

Dare to explore the CARGO'verse thirty years on!

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Welcome to the CARGO'verse THIRTY YEARS ON! Some men are chaste, some chaste men are chattels.

It’s a full generation since the Consenting Adults Relationships, Gender and Orientation Act ("CARGO"). Like most of the developed world, the UK has drifted into a soft gynarchy.

Though most men are still "basics", it's quite normal for a man to be "upgraded" with a permanent chastity device installed by the NHS. Female-led CARGO partnerships are also unremarkable, probably because the professions have become almost completely feminised and women have most of the economic power.

In this environment, the best way for a man to net a high status woman is to upgrade to Companion and wear a black collar.

The Companion identity sunsets after ten years regardless of partner veto. Even better, a partner of just two years standing can apply to reverse the upgrade early. It's a great way for a man with poor professional prospects to signal commitment to finding a permanent relationship, but while he's upgraded, any partnership is a CARGO one…

Chapter 1

Early Summer and just walking down the high street tightened Theo's chastity cage and made him aware of the seamless black glass collar riding high on his throat.

Town was awash with swishing sun dresses flashing glimpses of legs that were bare down to fashionable knee boots. Necklines were daring this year. Everywhere curved cleavages captured the impotent male gaze.

And there were plenty of those impotent gazes around, judging by the glass collars. About 10% of the adult male population was chaste these days. Theo wasn't even special any more.

Gill tugged his arm. "You're being distracted again, honey."

A clear-collared Chaste sauntered by, a girl on each arm and a smug smile plastered across his face. Now there was a man on a five year mission to chase skirt and lick pussy but not much else.

Theo should have gone with that option again.

He'd had great fun going through college as a Chaste. Once he'd reverted to basic he'd spent a year masturbating over his adventures. When that became lonely, he started dating again. The problem was, vanilla women didn't want a man with a hole in his penis --- the piercing grommet plugged, but could not be removed --- and the kinky ones were mostly Virgos. Companion status had just seemed like a sensible option.

As a Companion, you got your chaste kinky adventures, but the black collar signalled a commitment to settle down; you needed two years of partnership before you could apply to get your chastity device removed.

That baked-in power-imbalance attracted successful women like Gill, especially because any partnership would be an unequal CARGO one for as long as the man was a Companion. That did give her the veto, but there was also ten-year sunset clause... which had seemed like a very theoretical backstop until a hour ago when Theo had sat down for the first mandatory counselling session prior to moving forward with his "downgrade".

Again, Gill tugged Theo's arm. "Honey? You're going too fast."

"Sorry," said Theo. "I'm just processing what you said."

Gill glowered up at him. "But I was right. You're almost halfway through ten years anyway. Why do you want to downgrade?"

Theo shivered despite the heat. "Because..."

Back in the counselling, Theo had just laughed.

Dr MacDonald had fixed him with her twinkling eyes. "Well, it is a good question, Theodore."

She couldn't be serious. He flushed. "You know."

"Oh that," said Gill, who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa like she was at a yoga class. She snorted. "I've seen the videos. A few seconds of squirting. It can't add much to the experience other than clean up."

Theo's penis heaved in its chastity cage. He wanted, not just an orgasm, but an orgasm with his girlfriend... inside his girlfriend. She was smart and successful --- at thirty, she was the youngest executive at her level in her industry --- but also was petite and lithe so that when they had sex --- simulated sex with the dildo, that was --- she'd cycle through different positions like a porn star, enjoying loud orgasms while his caged groin quivered on the verge of an explosion that could never come.

And he maybe he loved her. It was hard to tell when he was so desperate. Becoming a Companion had been a mistake.

Dr MacDonald tapped her pencil. "Theodore?"

"It's a very important element to me."

"It just seems like a weird obsession," said Gill.

"I'm sensing some... reluctance here?" said Dr MacDonald.

Gill sniffed. "I've only ever been with chastes..." She ducked her head so her long hair cloaked her face. "You knew that when we partnered, Theo."

"But you never said you were a Virgo."

"I'm not... I just I mean..." Gill flicked back her hair, reached for a tissue, dabbed her eyes. "The prospect of... I mean it's a bit gross."

"I could wear a condom," said Theo. "At first, at least."

"Oh my goodness," said Dr MacDonald, leaning forward. "Do those still exist?"

Theo flushed. "Some women prefer them."

"That's weird," said Gill.

"Exactly," said Theo.

"I mean," said Gill, "why would that be better than a dildo?"

"More intimate?" said Theo.

Gill's eyebrows lifted tragically. "But, honey, our sex is intimate. We have lots of orgasms."

"But none of them are mine," said Theo.

"Don't mine count at all?" she said, in a little voice that summoned up a knot of guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"Yes..." he'd said. "I mean of course..."

And Dr MacDonald had called time.

Now, on the way to coffee on a lovely summer's day, Theo told himself that it was just the first session. Gill would come around.

Up ahead, a striking woman emerged from a side street, long brown hair rippling with each step, the flounce of her red patterned sun dress affording glimpses of her sleek thighs.