The Punishment

Darren read through the instruction sheet that the police had given him,

1. The device cannot be removed unless by an authorised process

2. The accused must wear only approved clothing provided

3. The accused must present for a minimum of one hour per day in public out with their home address

4. All normal daily activities must be maintained

5. The device will remain on for three months or can be removed if the accused attends a government clinic

"Happy fucking birthday" he muttered to himself.

The chastity device bit into Darren’s flesh like a vengeful crab. He shifted on the plastic chair in the teachers’ lounge, the bright pink "ILLEGAL EJACULATOR" shirt chafing against his nipples. Across the hall, he could hear the girls’ laughter as they filed out of class.

Mrs. Blanche's stilettos clicked toward him. "Why are you still here, boy? Your sentence started the moment that alarm went off."

Darren kept his eyes on the floor. "Can’t I wait until—"

Darren pleading look was lost on the teacher,

"We all must follow the law and, you got yourself into this mess and now you have to deal with the consequences, now get out of here and go home"

She yanked him up by the collar. "Public humiliation is part of your rehabilitation."

Darren grabbed his school bag that contained his still sticky uniform and with slumped shoulders walked out of the room past the tall black teacher

"Oh and Darren" she said with a hit of humour in her voice "Nice ass"

Darren's face burned, his cock was covered by his butt was naked, he walked out of the front of the school as the school bus arrived, it was the male students and teachers returning from their drip to the clinic, he noted that their was less noise from the lads in the bus and all appeared more relaxed.

Thirty pairs of male eyes locked onto Darren’s pink shirt. The laughter hit like a tsunami.

"Oi lads, Darren finally popped his cherry!"

"—heard he came just looking at Sally’s tits—"

"—fucking legend—"

Billy and John shoved through the crowd, their own chastity devices visible beneath their trousers. "Jesus, mate," Billy muttered, eyeing Darren’s outfit. "They gave you the deluxe package, huh?"

Darren shook his head "I don't want to talk about it" and kept walking

John put his hand on Darren's shoulder "Mate, there was a thing on social media about a boy in a girls class caught wanking off over the girls, fuck I didn't think it would be you"

Anger flashed across Darren's face but quickly passed, he kept his pace and told his friends about his day,

"Fuck mate that's brutal" said Billy, "I mean I just got a wank of your mum and I think I would have still reacted the same way"

The birthday cake on the kitchen table—chocolate with "18 TODAY!" in wobbly icing—looked obscenely cheerful. Darren’s mother, Nurse Callahan, stood frozen in the doorway, her NHS lanyard still around her neck.

"Oh, Darren..." Her voice cracked.

He thrust the sentencing paperwork at her. She scanned it, lips moving silently:

Nurse Callahan’s professional mask slid back into place. "Right. Clinic at 8 AM. I’ll handle your… extraction."

Darren’s stomach lurched but knew that he had ****.

The following night was spent tossing and turning, the device allowed no for of sexual excitement and Darren had never realised how many time he would get an erection whilst sleeping.

He got up early, showered and put on his state approved t-shirt, he struggled to get it past his head and then looked at the label "MENS XS" fuck he thought it looked more like a bra top on him "I look like a proper nonce"

He went down stairs and saw his school bag, he checked it and found a fresh change of clothes, his mum had already left for work and he sat alone in his kitchen still trying to process what he was going to have to do.

The clinic was about two miles from his house and he would have to walk past a park and a shopping area, even though it was early he didn't relish the idea of being seen by dog walkers or people going to work so using some of his birthday money he called a taxi

Cindy Smith’s taxi smelled like cigarettes, cheap perfume and regret. The woman herself, Sally’s mother, village bicycle, and self-proclaimed "cougar extraordinaire" leered at Darren through the rear-view mirror.

As he approached the door locked and he pulled the handle, Cindy shouted out "Not so quick stud, I'm not going to let your naked ass sit in my nice clean seat

Darren stood for what felt like an eternity whilst Cindy put down a small matted blanket normally reserved for dogs on the seat before opening the door.

Every pothole sent her enormous breasts jiggling dangerously close to escaping her leopard-print top. Darren focused on the clinic forms, willing his body not to react.

Well into her 40's Cindy clearly enjoyed her food, her chubby frame more thank took up the drivers seat. Darren knew Sally's mum through reputation and that most of the men in the village had been with her, her blonde hair was permanently in a pony tail and the vest top exposed more skin than was proper for a woman of her age, her mini skirt appeared painted on and fishnet tights underneath.

Cindy's voice was rougher than sandpaper

"Our Sally told us all about it, you were sat beside her, all she did was smile and you came in your pants"

Darren's face burned with shame, if Cindy knew then everyone in the village would know

They arrived at the clinic and Darren reached to give over the money, Cindy paused for a moment and her hand rested on the top of his naked leg "Listen, I know its illegal but anytime you want a bit of release, I could give you a little hand, or even mouth to do that"

Darren froze as Cindy's hand glided to the chastity device and for a second he though he could feel her warmth through the metal he handed over the cash and said "Thank you Mrs Smith I'll think about it"

Darren walked to the entrance of the clinic and looked at his watch, fuck 10 minutes early

He stood in public waiting for it to open, people walked past tutting their disapproval and Darren hung his head in shame.

Gone were the sterile white walls of Darren’s last visit. Now, the corridors were lined with posters of nurses in provocative poses:

"CUM FOR YOUR COUNTRY!"

"YOUR SPERM = YOUR DUTY!"

The extraction booth was claustrophobic. A hole in the wall. A screen flickering to life.

Then her voice.

"Alright, sweetheart, let’s get this off you."

The chastity device clicked open. Darren gasped as blood rushed back into his deprived flesh.

"Remember, no touching," Nurse Callahan chided. Her hand guided him through the partition.

The screen lit up.

Oh God.

There she was: His mother in full NHS regalia, buttons straining over her chest. The image changed, her uniform loosening, nipples peeking, as her hand worked him with terrifying expertise pulling his foreskin back and fourth making in cock harder..

"Just like your father’s," she murmured.

Darren squeezed his eyes shut. Not happening. Not happening.

De felt a wave of disgust as a gentle hand began to play with his balls.

"Cccan you turn the screen off please" he pleaded and the image changed, it was him mum again but the picture was more erotic, the uniform had slipped and her large nipples were exposed, the look on her face was more sensual.

From the other side he heard "Sorry I don't have any control over it, here let me do something that will make this quicker"

Then wet heat.

His eyes flew open. The screen now showed his mother on all fours, knickers pulled aside, as unmistakable sucking sounds came from the other side of the wall.

"Mum?!"

"Shhh, just let it happen," she soothed. "We’ve all got to do our part."

The reality hit him, he has getting a blow job, his first blow job and it was from his mum.

He closed his eyes and could her the slurping noise get louder, his cock was fully in her mouth and his body was responding with little thrusts.

From the other side he heard "Its just like your dads, here let me try something that he used to really like"

Her breasts—soft, heavy—engulfed him next. Darren’s hips bucked against his will.

"Good boy," she cooed. "Give it to me."

The orgasm ripped through him like a betrayal.

The last wave left him and he pulled back surprised to see that his now limp cock was surprising clean

Darren quickly pulled on his school uniform and went to leave the booth, his mum was waiting for him and gave him a hug "It wasn't so bad was it" she said and he hugged her back.

Darren stumbled into the lobby, straight into Sir Roy Brentwood, the local Member of Parliament. The man’s face was purple, his tailored trousers tented obscenely.

"Out of my way, peasant!" Brentwood snarled.

Darren stood dumbstruck until a thought hit him "Excuse me sir, can I have a word"

"What is it boy, I've popped two Viagra 40 minuets ago and feel like my cock is going to burst free"

Nurse Callahan stepped between them. "Actually, Sir Roy, we need to discuss your illegal erection." She tapped her clipboard.

Brentwood's face went redder and said "How dare you, now get to your booth and sort my chap out or I will have you reported"

A smiled appeared across Nurse Callahan's face

"Fill your boots, first of Viagra is now illegal so I can get a blood report on you for that, secondly if you have an erection then why is your device not activated, is it not a compulsory 5 years in prison for not wearing it"

The Member of Parliaments eyes went wide "You wouldn't dare"

"Oh I would" said Nurse Callahan

"Ok let me hear it what's your request and make it quick" he said resentment in his voice.

Darren outlined his idea with its moral and legal aspects, at the end Sir Roy Brentwood appeared impressed

"that's actually quite a good idea, there should be no issue getting it put through as law very quickly, well done lad"

Darren's mum's face beamed with pride as she said

"Ok lets get you sorted Sir Brentwood, Darren I'll see you went I get home"

Darren walked out of the clinic to school, a new excited feeling filled him.