It had been over a week since Todd's very public outing of his chastity fetish. He could not get the images out of his thoughts, whether awake or dreaming. He remembered the crowd... his own image on the Jumbotron, hanging upside down with his body mostly exposed. The metal chastity cage glimmering in the stadium lights.
He was awakened that Saturday morning by his morning wood, again. His dick had been straining helplessly against its prison almost all week. He was incredibly horny and frustrated, more than he had ever been in his life. Normally when the arousal became too much for him, he would simply remove the device and rub one out. But now he could not do that, now he had absolutely no control over his own penis. His own very needy penis.
Since Audra had given him a peck on his cheek and said, "see ya later" outside the stadium, he had not seen her. Which, of course, meant he had not seen his manhood either. He had tried to remain stoic the first couple of days, but on the third day he had begun texting her. Initially with "hey, whats up" then with increasing desperation, "can we please meet up so you can unlock me? Please??" He had received not one response.
This morning he had decided he must go to her dorm to see her. Was this all a big joke to her? Had she been hit by a truck? Had she dropped out of school? Was she going to leave him like this and never speak to him again out of some sort of demented spite for his perversion?
It had not been an easy week. Not simply because he could not take the chastity cage off himself. He would have been horny enough just from his powerless imprisonment.
But it was much worse. So much worse.
Because everyone knew. EVERYONE. If they had not watched the game, they had seen the local and national news with video. Or read any of a hundred news articles with his picture included. Some articles about him being a perv. Several exploring the fetish... the unusual dynamic where it was actually pretty common yet most people had never heard about it. How sales of male chastity devices had spiked since the incident with that college student.
For the past week almost everyone who walked by him on campus felt it necessary to tap his midsection so they could hear the "tink" and confirm he was still locked up.
Most people do not realize how much privacy they enjoy in a crowded room. Todd now understood that, because when entered a classroom, the library, a restaurant... anywhere, everyone turned to look at him. Almost everyone would turn to the person next to them and begin whispering and laughing.
Then there were those who did not whisper, who would shout some witticism about "chastity boy" or how "hard" it must be for him, about hanging upside down like a bat with metal panties, or any number of other humiliating comments which he had all but memorized now.
He tried to laugh them off, nodding and smiling, but it was becoming increasingly... hard. He shook his head. Hell, he did not even need his "fans" to chastise him... his own mind turned every thought into a self flagellating barb.
Then there were the girls. Knowing he could do nothing about it, that he could not even achieve an erection in response, almost all of them took great delight in cruelly teasing him. A light touch of a feminine hand on his arm made his cock pulse. A titter or giggle made him leak. But it was much more than that.
There were those who dressed provocatively, bountiful cleavage or short skirts or shorts. Several girls had gotten his attention and lifted up their shirts to expose their breasts to him. What made that even worse was that most of the girls exposing themselves to him had very hard nipples... making it obvious that tormenting him was arousing them. If they were just flashing him that would be one thing... but they were turned on... they NEEDED what he could not give them.
He was sitting in biology one day when he felt a tap on his shoulder from behind. The seating was bleacher style... so when he turned to see what Jennifer wanted, his head was level with her crotch under her desk. He was confronted with her spread legs. Wearing a skirt, she was showing him that she wore no panties... her light down of blonde pubic hair barely covered her moist womanhood. Her clit was swollen as if she had been rubbing it, and he could smell the aroma of her arousal. She winked at him and whispered, "Stu is gonna come over and pound the hell out of me tonight... maybe you could come over after and eat me out, clean me up, since that's all you're good for..."
Todd groaned as his cock throbbed and emitted a glob of pre-cum, staining his khakis. FUCK!
Jennifer giggled at his response, which only made him more desperate.
The evenings alone in his dorm room gave him little relief. Dwayne and Tyrone shared the room next to his. Not a night went by that one or both of them had some coed over and fucked them silly. The thin walls did nothing to hide the squeak of the beds, the headboard pounding against his wall, the girl's moans and orgasmic cries... the guys groans as they came themselves. Todd tried to distract himself by reading, studying or watching videos, but it was no use. His cage bounced upwards as his dick flexed futilely against it, and pre-cum dripped from its pee hole.
Invariably he would end up texting Audra again asking to be let out. As usual, there was no reply.
Friday he got a call from Professor Gwen Simon. His "case" had made her decide to teach a class the following semester titled "The Psychology of Self-Denial and Humiliation Fetish." Would he be willing to speak to her students and answer questions? Maybe model his device? She could pay him, give him class credits, or... take it out in trade.
FUCK!
Saturday afternoon he made his way to Audra's dorm room. He had been awake long before that, awakened several times during the night and then at about 7 AM by his attempt at morning wood. But the last thing he wanted to do was piss Audra off by showing up too early uninvited.
She was not there. One of her room mates laughed at his pensive condition and said she was out. Where? None of your fucking business, pervert.
Dejected and needy, he wandered the campus. He happened upon Audra and some of her friends at a campus coffee shop, sitting on a patio sipping coffee, laughing and joking.
When he approached, they immediately noticed a difference in his demeanor. Normally he would have strutted up with confidence and said "hey, girls." But today he lingered a few moments a few feet away, then when he did walk up to them, stammered, "Ha-ha-hi, Au-Audra... c-can I talk to you?"
She smiled, "Sure, sweetie."
"A-ah-alone?
A couple of the girls laughed. Audra answered, "The whole world knows your condition, honey. In fact we were just discussing what I read about the care and treatment of chastity boys. So you can talk in front of my friends."
He wanted to turn and run. But he couldn't do that. As humiliating as this was, he had to do it. "I was, um, wondering if you could... ah... unlock me?"
In a deadpan voice, "Why, sweetie? Is there a problem?"
They could all see his pants move occasionally as his cock pulsed in its cage, and there was a wet spot where he was leaking pre-cum, so the "problem" was obvious.
"Its just that... um... its been a week, and all the girls seem to want to tease me... I'm constantly trying to get hard and I really need..."
"Need what, sweetie?"
He spoke in almost a whisper, "I need to c-c-cum..."
"Speak up, sweetie, we cannot hear you."
Louder, so that people inside the shop turned to look, "I need to cum."
