Chapter 2
After Bev & her mate were inside their room, she heard the
metal door go 'thunk' as it slammed shut. As she heard the
guard lock the deadbolt from the outside, she felt relieved
that she had her man and she was finally alone.
With a fiendish grin, Beverly asked, "Hey old man, would you like
to get out of your CB now?" Bill exclaimed, "You bet! I just
want you to know that I am fully qualified to complete your
fertilization, and I know that will make you happy." Bev said,
"Oh, I know you can make me happy, but I am not here to become
pregnant this weekend."
Bill was confused. "Then why", he continued. Bev
interrupted, "Tell me, why are you wearing a Walter Goethels
chastity belt."
Bill started, "When they discovered the ozone hole in
atmosphere late last century, they were unsure of its total
impact They though it had to do with global warming. But in the
last 5 years have they figured out that the lack of ozone
protection allows a form of the sun's light spectrum to enter the
earth's environment which caused most men to quit making sperm
and semen. And without adequate quantities of semen and
ejaculation moving though the plumbing there have been many more
cases of prostrate and penile cancer; all of which, for some
reason have had an exceptionally high fatality rate. All of this
lead led to a reduction in the worlds population by 15% in 5
years and virtually a 0% birth rate."
Beverly replied, "Yes, I know all about that; and without
sperm and semen it was next to impossible to impregnate a
human embryo. But why are you STILL here?"
Bill continued, "And that's why the government has stepped
in to secure all males to protect the sperm and to ensure it goes
to the continuation of the human race." Then he asked, "Are they
still putting chastity belts on all males?"
Bev said, "Oh yes! Now days, they keep all males locked in
chastity belts as soon as they get their first hard-on. The
really potent ones the lock up in an institution (like you) and
'mate' you every weekend. The rest are secured and willing
report every other month to be milked of their juices until they
die which is usually by the time they are 25 years old. By
forcing them to go to bi-monthly intervals, they can sometimes
extract enough quality sperm to allow for an attempt to do in
vitro fertilization."
"But the hell with that nonsense! The problem I have is
that this damn government hasn't considered my needs. With
all the males locked up, no girl has the opportunity to
enjoy sex anymore. I am tired of simulated sex - I want a
real man!"
"I had to really put on a show to convince them I wanted to
become pregnant. There is a rumor that once you get on the
'mating' list, you're allowed to keep coming back until you
get pregnant. But that's why they have kept you guys
captive, you're supposedly the best of the best - that way
the women don't have to keep coming back. But me, I want
to! I have found some old birth control pills and have
been taking them - hopefully if they still work, I'll be
able come back every weekend for at least a several months
before they catch on."
Bev asked again, "Why do you have a Walter Goethels chastity belt
on?"
Bill sat down and said, "It all started about 15 years when
they noticed there was a drop in the birth rate which was
ultimately traced to the lack of sperm I told you about
earlier. So, when I joined the military, in addition to
the ritual head shaving, they immediately clamped on a
chastity belt. At first, the recruits where unaware of the
reason and we attributed it to the new policy of eliminating
STD's. Then we were told, we were part of a study program. But
we didn't care because we had the option of being milked daily
and there were plenty of "facilities" on the bases to take care
of our needs. What we didn't know then (and didn't care) was
that they were doing semen research on us - we were happy to give
it up!"
"However, when I was discharged, the belt was not removed
and I was told of this new theory regarding the ozone. They told
us it was our patriotic duty, to give the government all of our
seed. And to make sure none of it was wasted, we were kept
locked up in a CB."
"When I returned to my small town about 25 miles north of
here, they said there was going to be a sperm bank (relief
location) built soon and we would be able to go in 'donate'
as often as we wished. But in the meantime, we would have
to go Detroit as it was the closest sperm bank. At first it
wasn't too bad - counting the drive time it took me about 2
hours, so I went daily after work."
"Bill sighed, "But then the males started really started
dying off and those that were alive couldn't produce much
semen so they said they weren't going to build our local
center. But I was one of the few who weren't affected. I
was horny all the time and couldn't wait more than a couple
of days. Then because of fewer and fewer contributors they
reduced the operating hours of the Detroit center. I was
desperate for relief, so several times I tried to escape
(from my belt) but could only get out of my penis tube,
before the CB police arrived. Did you know there is a
sensor that detects when there is no member in the tube, and that
there is a satellite monitoring system which alerts the CB
police. Most times though (while it was very difficult) I was
able to get relief before they arrived."
"Then I met this really nice gal who now owned a metal
working shop. She inherited the family business when her
father died of prostrate cancer."
"She was a tall blond with baby fine hair down to the middle of
her back. She had a set of firm tits (much like yours - if you
don't mind me saying so) with nipples that seemed like they were
always erect. She always wore opaque blouses and short mini
skirts. She was enough to drive an unbelted, let alone a belted
man crazy."
"We got to know each other and as I suspected she too was
very horny, so we came up with a plan. After all the
employees went home, we would go into the shop and first
created a look-a-like belt, but one that we could get off.
Then, we created a mechanism that would keep the heat sensor in
the penis tube satisfied. Finally, we had to find a way to cut
through the titanium belt and remove it. We felt if we could get
the belt off and run it through the metal shredder, replace it
with our counterfeit model, turn on my penis tube sensor we
would be able to have sex whenever we wanted to."
Bev's got a grin on her face, "Now you're talking, go on."
"Well, to make a long story short, we got caught and for the last
5 years I've been wearing this Walter because as you know they
are the most secure belt made. And for the last 3 years, I have
been held here as part of the mating program."
"Wow" remarked Bev.
Bill continued, "But since being here I only get out of my
belt on the weekends - for the people like you and I can't
wait to get started - got that key?"
"Not so fast cowboy" retorted Bev. I want to be made love
to, and get so wet and horny that I can't wait any longer,
then I'll unlock you. I read that once men cum, they are
interested in nothing else, so lets see what you can do
about earning your way out of that belt - big boy."
Bill's member was throbbing inside the tube and he wanted
desperately to get out of the belt. She said, "But wait a
minute, I'm going to make this interesting for both us -
wait here."
When Beverly emerged from the bathroom, her long red
hair was draped over her shoulders but the red latex halter top
could barely contain her breasts which Bill guessed were about
38 "D". Her hands, were covered in black leather gloves, and
the key to Bill's chastity belt was on a chain around her neck.
As she stood there - oozing power & control, he noticed her
shiny red hot pants were not completely closed. The
criss-crossed black laces were not pulled tight and "V" shaped
opening pointed to her clean shaven sex. Her black nylons were
attached to her garter belt and disappeared into her heels.
"Since you are mine for weekend, I can do anything I want. And
I've always wanted to look alluring and tease a man - the way we
used to do in the old days" said Beverly. "Like what you see?"
Bill said, "Oh yeah!" Bill started to walk toward her, when she
said, "ON YOUR KNEES concubine". Bill dropped to his knees and
shuffled over to her. When he reached her, she thrust his head
into her crotch and asked. "Like it there?" "Ummmhmmphh!"
replied Bill. He could smell the pungent aroma of a woman in
passion. He longed to give a tongue job she would never forget,
hoping she would soon release him. He remembered years ago when
sex used to be fun and entertaining, but now it was a job to
complete for the government - that's what happens to nearly all
the women who show up here - they just want to become pregnant.
But she did say, at the beginning, she wanted to have fun - this
is too good to be true. Next she took her hand and caressed the
penis tube on Bill's belt. While she was doing this, he only
could feel the heat of her hand sliding up and down the tube.
While Bill could feel the sensations, there was not enough
friction on his rock hard member to satisfy him. Then she
tapped his balls thru the steel case, and again, asked, "got
anything in there for me?" I want to make you want me so bad,
you will scream! Then Beverly said, "these pants are made of
licorice and you may eat me out of these pants. And when they
are gone, you may continue to suck on me until I have come and
only then, if you have done well my little one, will you have a
chance for relief." As he started to lick the licorice hot
pants, he could feel her squirm. Then he took one of the black
licorice strings and tugged on it with his teeth. Slowly, he
bit thru all the laces. Each time he bit thru a licorice
string, he lapped her sex. She was moaning, writhing in
pleasure and anticipation. Finally, he ate away enough of the
hot-pants so her sex was totally exposed. Bill had never
licked a shaved pussy before. It was so smooth & silky. He
lapped her, and sucked her. Bev's breathing became more and
more rapid, and shouted. "Don't Stop!, Don't Stop!" Beverly had
never had cunnilingus performed on her before. Then she burst.
Her body became rigid and Bill's face was wringing wet with
pussy cum. In between her heavy, laborous breathing, she said,
'Thank . You Slave'. When she caught her breath, she said,
"now its your turn." Bill paused and positioned himself, so
she would have easy access to the lock. "Silly boy", she said,
"not yet, first you have to get me hot - again." Bill, started
to suck on her nipples and then tried to get her whole breast in
his mouth, alternating from one to the other. He had his open
hand on her womanhood and ever so gently massaged her there. His
member was almost in pain as it completely filled the chamber
where it was being held and longed to escape. Finally she asked
him, she we use this key (motioning to the one around her neck)?
When Bev removed the belt, Bill almost came on the spot, but
she was prepared and took several ice cubes from the drink and
held them next to Bills balls, quieting any unauthorized
activity. Finally, after Bill had begged and made her hot &
horny, she allowed him to penetrate her sex. Of course Bill
lasted only seconds before exploding. Bill was tired, but not
exhausted and wanted round two, but Beverly said she needed to
clean up first - she had no intention of becoming pregnant the
first weekend, so she went into the bathroom. Bill thought as
long as she was gone, he would just take things into his own
hands, when she was suddenly standing at the door. AH - HAH!, I
thought you would try something like that. With Bill's cum
leaking from her cunt and running down her leg, she ran over to
him and handed him his chastitybelt. "Here, put it on - NOW!"
Then she quickly snapped the lock shut. "Click"
