The new norm

Tom’s voice was barely above a whisper, raw with shame. It pained Mary to see him like this her proud, stubborn husband reduced to a spectacle. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the metal cage clamped around his cock, its cold, clinical design mocking the intimacy it denied him.

This isn’t right, Mary thought. None of this is right.

He took a shaky breath.

"When you left this morning… I was still in bed. I opened my phone, looked at your pictures on the government registry." His fingers twitched against his thigh. "I got… excited. Started touching myself. Then—"

"There was a sharp ping from his phone. A flashing alert".

"My own face appeared on the screen, my cock in my hand."

"it said Unauthorized ejaculation detected. Violation of Public Fertility Act, Section 12-B."

Tom’s head hung low. "I stopped immediately. But an hour later, the police were at the door."

Mary’s stomach twisted. She reached out, her fingers brushing the cold metal of the chastity device. Tom flinched.

"They said I breached the new legislation. Gave me this." He tapped the cage with a hollow clink. "And these." He gestured to the two identical T-shirts draped over the arm of the sofa—both emblazoned with the word WANKER in bold, white letters.

"I’m not allowed to wear anything else. And I have to spend at least an hour outside every day." His voice cracked. "So everyone knows what I did."

Mary’s throat tightened. "How long?"

Tom lifted his head. His eyes were red-rimmed, ****.

"Three months. Unless I go to the clinic. Then it’s removed immediately." A bitter laugh escaped him. "But if I try to take it off myself—or break any rules it’s prison."

Mary pulled him into a fierce hug, her lips pressing against the top of his head. She thought of the strange electronic device installed in her clinic booth the one she’d never paid much attention to until now, it must be a release for the cage.

Tom could be free tomorrow. He just had to swallow his pride.

She pulled away, fetched two glasses of wine.

Tom blinked. "Aren’t you ashamed of me?"

Mary laughed a sharp, disbelieving sound. "God, no. You’ve put up with my clinic shifts for weeks without complaint." She pressed a glass into his hand. "Let me take care of you for once."

They drank. Then drank more. By the second bottle, the cage didn’t seem so monstrous. Just… absurd.

Mary, warm and loose from the wine, curled into Tom’s side. With a hiccup, she smirked.

"So… you liked my picture, huh?"

Tom groaned. "I’ve got to admit, you’ve got cracking tits."

She cackled. "What about the other women? The ones I work with?"

Tom shifted, the cage tightening as he stiffened. "I—I don’t know. I’ve only ever wanted you."

Mary trailed her fingers along the metal bars, then lower, cupping his restrained balls. Tom hissed.

"Be honest," she purred.

A bead of sweat rolled down his temple. "The… the redhead. Sally. She’s… nice."

Mary released him, grinning. She fetched another bottle. "Well, Wanker, last drink. You’ve got an early appointment tomorrow."

Mary arrived before dawn. Sally, Auntie, and Senga were already there, bleary-eyed and irritable.

Senga sat her arms folded. "Alright, hen. What’s the fucking emergency?"

Mary told them.

By the time she finished, all three women wore identical expressions of disgust.

"That’s bollocks," Sally muttered.

Auntie a towering Jamaican woman with hands that could crush walnuts cracked her knuckles. "We fixin’ this. Right now."

Mary didn’t argue.

Thirty minutes before opening, she slipped into her booth. The sensor blinked green. She manually overrode the lock.

On the other side of the partition, a caged cock twitched.

Mary reached through, her fingers finding the release mechanism. The cage clicked open.

A sharp inhale from the other side.

"Erm… is that it?" Tom’s voice, confused.

Mary began to work her magic and very quickly her husbands cock was already rock hard, she used some of her new found tricks and could hear his breath quickening, she stopped and left him handing. From the other side she heard

"Erm is that all that happens"

Mary smirked. "Oh, no. This is just the start."

She stepped aside. Senga took her place.

The Glaswegian woman grabbed Tom’s cock through the hole, yanking it forward with a "Naw, big man. This is a special service."

Mary watched, fascinated, as Senga spat onto his tip, then dragged it between her heavy breasts, circling her nipples until they glistened with pre-cum.

Tom’s breathing turned ragged.

Mary tapped Senga’s shoulder. Next.

Auntie slid into the booth, her dark fingers wrapping around Tom’s shaft. She glanced at Mary. "This is for what you did for my husband."

Then she swallowed him whole.

Tom’s gasp was one of surprise. Then the big woman began to hum, Mary recognized the hymn Auntie hummed around Tom's cock "Amazing Grace".

Mary could hear Tom from the other side of the booth, his breath was coming in gasps and she could only imagine how good that would feel for him.

She tapped Auntie on the should and she was replaced by Sally, the booth seemed a lot bigger without the Jamaican and Mary felt she could move around more, she winked at Sally "Are you ready for this" and the redhead giggled "I'm not going to lie I am so excited that you are here doing this"

Mary grabbed Toms cock and held it through the booth, for a second she thought that it was far bigger than she had felt it before, Sally turned her back to the hole and held the chair, she pushed her exposed ass back and Mary guided Toms cock into the younger woman's pussy.

"Fuck," Tom choked out. "She’s so tight."

Sally bit her lip. "He’s bigger than you said."

Mary watched, oddly proud, as Sally came hard, her back arching.

"Sorry," Sally panted, sheepish. "But your man feels good."

Mary listened then pulled on Sally's shoulder, the redhead reluctantly pulled herself away from Tom's cock and left the booth.

In a low voice Mary said "right stud its me again, give me your load"

She grabbed Tom's cock and almost instantly he exploded, Mary caught every drop and milked her husband into a cup until he was soft, she cleaned him, labelling the tub and putting it in the fridge.

Tom’s whispered "Thank you" was the sweetest thing she’d ever heard.

Mary left her booth with the women and handed Tom clothes that she had brought for him, the look of relief was written all over his face and she winked, "I want you back here tomorrow, I want my fun next"

She walked Tom to the entrance of the clinic just for opening time, she kissed him on the lips and opened the door, the smell of bad breath and body odder hit her like a dumper truck, her neighbour Bill was standing first in line, his eyes lit up when he saw Tom standing with Mary.

"Fuck, this is perfect," he crowed. "Popped two Viagras. Wanna watch me rail your wife for an hour? Promise I won’t ruin her for you."

Mary barely registered the crack of Tom’s fist before Bill was on the ground, blood and teeth spraying.

Tom hauled him up by the throat. Bill pissed himself.

Then a cleared throat.

Two uniformed cops stood in line, watching.

Panic flared in Mary’s chest until Senga sauntered over.

"Ah, lads! Perfect timing."

Bill wheezed. "He hit me! Arrest him!"

The cops cuffed Bill instead.

"Only thing I saw," one said flatly, "was you harassing clinic staff."

Senga smirked. "That’s an automatic ten-year chastity order. No reprieves. And a shirt that says PRICK."

Bill’s scream of "TEN YEARS?!" was cut short as they dragged him away.

Senga winked at the cops. "Come back later, boys. We’ll make it worth your while."

Mary turned to Tom, kissing him deeply.

She could get used to this new norm.