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Mary stepped into the living room and froze. The sight hit her like a slap.

Tom sat slumped on the sofa, staring blankly at the floor. He wore a bright red state-issued shirt with WANKER printed in large, clinical white block letters across the chest. Below that, locked tight around his genitals, was a heavy stainless-steel chastity cage. The device looked brutally efficient — a shiny metal tube trapping his cock, with a thick ring behind his balls and a small government seal stamped on the lock.

“Tom… what the fuck?” Mary’s voice cracked.

He didn’t look up at first. When he finally did, his eyes were red and defeated. “They came for me this afternoon. Two policewomen and a clinic enforcement officer. Said I’d missed three mandatory extraction appointments. This is the penalty.” He gestured weakly at the shirt and cage. “Public humiliation tier one. I have to wear the shirt whenever I leave the house for the next month.”

Mary crossed the room slowly and knelt in front of him. Her nipples still throbbed from Bill’s vicious sucking, and she could still taste the creep’s bitter load at the back of her throat. The contrast made her stomach twist.

“Oh, Tommy…” She reached out to touch the cold metal. It was heavier than she expected. “Why didn’t you just come to the clinic like I asked?”

Tom laughed bitterly. “So I could watch my wife get fucked by strangers through a hole in the wall? Or maybe line up behind a bunch of horny eighteen-year-olds while you ‘make them men’?” His voice rose. “I saw the new directive on the news. They’re bussing school leavers straight to the clinics now. All the lads over eighteen. Virgin boys getting their first and only taste of pussy from government nurses.”

Mary sat back on her heels, guilt flooding her chest like ice water. He knows. Of course he knows. She had spent the entire day riding young cocks through the gloryhole, letting them lose their virginity inside her, telling each one “There you go, love. Now you’re a man.”

“I… we thought it was the right thing,” she whispered. “Those poor boys were going to die virgins under these laws. Never feeling a woman. Never knowing what it’s like. Sally said we had a duty. Aunty called it Christian charity. Senga just wanted fresh cock.”

Tom stared at her. “And you? What did you want, Mary?”

She looked down at the steel cage. Her voice was small. “I wanted to feel needed. Alive. After years of normal life, suddenly I’m the one thing standing between humanity and extinction. Every time one of those nervous boys pushed inside me and moaned my name… I felt powerful. Useful.” Her eyes filled with tears. “But I never stopped thinking about you.”

Tom reached out and touched her cheek. His fingers were trembling. “You smell like sex again. Different this time. Younger.”

Mary swallowed. “Thirty of them today. All virgins until they met me. One of them… God, Tom, one of them stretched me so wide I nearly screamed. But then Bill showed up.”

Tom’s eyes sharpened. “Bill? Our neighbour Bill?”

She nodded, shame burning her face. In a halting, quiet voice she told him everything — the ****, pushing her nipples through the hole, his rough fingers invading her, the **** blowjob, swallowing his load while he licked her taste off his fingers and stared at her motivational poster.

Tom listened in silence. When she finished, he surprised her.

“I hate it,” he said hoarsely. “I hate every second of what you’ve become. But I’m so fucking hard inside this cage it hurts.”

Mary let out a broken laugh-sob. She climbed into his lap, careful of the metal, and kissed him deeply. When they broke apart she rested her forehead against his.

“We’re both broken now,” she whispered. “The crisis did this to us. That fucking booster shot ruined male fertility and turned me into… into Milf Mary. Hot MILF Wants Your Cum Bad.”

Tom’s hands gripped her hips. “Tell me about the boys. All of it. Every detail. Then tell me about Bill again. I need to hear it.”

The Next Morning – Clinic Canteen

Sally was practically glowing. “Thirty-two yesterday! I popped so many cherries I lost count. One kid cried after he came inside me. Actual tears. Said it was the best moment of his life.”

Senga laughed loudly, legs spread, no knickers as usual. “Mine kept calling me ‘miss’ even while I was riding them. Proper polite little virgins. One asked if he could touch my tits. I made him suck them while I drained him.”

Aunty hummed a hymn, stirring her tea. “The Lord works in mysterious ways. Those boys needed a woman’s touch. We gave them mercy.”

Mary sat quietly, sipping coffee, her body still sore. “Bill was there yesterday,” she said flatly.

The table went silent.

Sally’s eyes widened. “That creepy fucker? Did he—?”

Mary nodded and gave them the edited version. The women’s reactions varied. Senga wanted to “cut his tiny prick off.” Aunty suggested prayer and forgiveness. Sally just looked worried.

“You swallowed for him?” Sally asked softly.

“I didn’t have a choice,” Mary muttered. “He threatened to report me. Full penetration is still technically illegal, even if management turns a blind eye for quotas.”

The conversation shifted back to the new initiative. The government had announced “Operation First Seed” — every 18+ male in education must attend weekly extractions, with priority given to losing virginity under supervision to “reduce psychological trauma from lifelong denial.”

Mary stared into her coffee. We’re not just milking them anymore. We’re making men out of boys who will never get to be fathers the normal way.

Mid-Morning – Premium Virgin Suite

The new dedicated suite for young donors was busier than ever. Mary had requested a private booth with a larger gloryhole and better lighting. She wanted to see them — even if just partially.

The first boy of the day pushed his cock through nervously. It was average but rock-hard, twitching with anxiety.

Mary spoke gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m Nurse Mary. I’m going to take care of you.”

She kissed the tip, then took him into her warm mouth, sucking softly. The boy gasped and moaned. Less than a minute later he was begging.

“Please… can I…?”

Mary stood, turned, and backed onto him through the hole, guiding him into her soaked pussy. “Go on, love. Push inside me. That’s it. Feel a real woman.”

He lasted maybe twenty seconds before crying out and pumping his young load deep inside her. Mary gently milked the rest into a cup, then spoke softly.

“There. Now you’re not a virgin anymore. Hold onto that feeling.”

She repeated the process again and again. Some boys she rode slowly, letting them savour it. Others she let fuck her hard and fast through the hole while she moaned encouragement. One particularly well-endowed lad made her cum hard — her first real orgasm of the day — and she thanked him breathlessly.

Between sessions her mind churned.

These boys will never know normal sex. No fumbling teenage romances. No wedding night. Just government holes and nurses like me. And I’m starting to crave being their first. Their only.

The Bill Incident – Extended

The shift was nearly over when the familiar thin cock appeared.

Bill.

Mary’s stomach dropped, but she kept her voice steady. “You again.”

“You know the deal, Mary,” he hissed. “Or I report everything. Your husband will see the evidence. You’ll lose your job. Maybe even get the cage yourself.”

She hated him. But she obeyed.

First her nipples — one after the other. Bill sucked and bit like an animal, leaving dark marks and teeth imprints. Mary winced and gasped in pain but stayed silent.

Then his hand. His skinny fingers pushed through, groping her roughly, pinching her clit, shoving two fingers inside her cum-filled pussy.

“Fucking sloppy,” he laughed. “How many boys have been in here today? You’re ruined.”

Finally, the blowjob. Mary dropped to her knees and took his pathetic cock into her mouth. Bill was vocal the entire time.

“Yeah… suck it, you dirty clinic whore. I wank to your posters every night. Now I’m using the real thing. Taste your own cunt on me while I watch your tits on the screen.”

Mary sucked mechanically, eyes watering, shame burning through her. When he came it was thin and bitter. She swallowed every drop as ordered, then wiped her mouth.

Bill sighed happily. “Same time next week, neighbour. Maybe I’ll bring a mate.”

The hole closed.

Mary sat on the floor for ten minutes, shaking with rage and humiliation.

Home – The Long Conversation

Tom was still wearing the red WANKER shirt when she got home. The cage glinted under the living room light.

Mary didn’t even change. She pulled him into the bedroom, stripped, and made him lie on his back. Then she straddled his face.

“Clean me,” she ordered. “All those young loads. And Bill’s spit. Everything.”

As Tom licked desperately, she talked. She told him every detail — the nervous boys, their moans, how some thanked her afterwards, how Bill had blackmailed and degraded her.

“I swallowed for him, Tom,” she gasped, grinding on his tongue. “Because I was scared. But part of me… part of me is starting to accept this is who I am now.”

Tom moaned loudly beneath her, the sound vibrating through her core.

Mary rode his face harder. “The director said they might let premium nurses get pregnant by donors. I keep thinking about it. Carrying another man’s baby while you watch me get fucked every day.”

She came hard, flooding Tom’s mouth.

Afterwards, they lay together. Tom’s caged cock leaked helplessly.

“I still love you,” he whispered. “Even like this. Maybe especially like this.”

Mary kissed his forehead, tasting herself on his lips.

“We’re going to survive this crisis,” she said softly. “Together. No matter how filthy it gets.”

Outside, another government alert buzzed on her phone:

Tomorrow’s quota doubled. New intake of 150 virgin students. Special “First Time” bonus points available.

Mary stared at the ceiling, fingers idly tracing the bite marks on her breasts.

God help me… I’m looking forward to it.