This is a story centered around the netorare (NTR) / cuckolding. If that is not your thing, turn away now! It also contains male chastity, race play, bullying, and humiliation. This first chapter sets up the story. Future chapters may include other fetishes. This work does not represent the author's personal beliefs. Any references to politics or real-life persons are coincidental and for entertainment purposes only.
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Chapter 1: The Advanced Fertility Program
We regret to inform you that you have not been selected for the U.S. Repopulation Bureau's advanced fertility program. While every candidate is carefully considered, only those with a suitable genetic makeup are qualified for--
Furious, Ahmad crumpled the paper into a ball and tossed it into the wastebasket. It was this third rejection letter this year, since he turned eighteen years old. The first two had upset him deeply, but now all he felt was anger.
The jealousy would come tomorrow.
About a quarter of the boys in his class had already been chosen in the last two waves, a cause for celebration among the horny seniors. This third group was supposed to be twice as large. It pained him to know that while he spent the next few months trapped in chastity, so many of his classmates would be balls-deep in the fertile women they had been assigned to.
Ahmad had read online that things had not always been this way.
It began twenty years ago, when the New Democratic Party enacted sweeping reforms to address the declining birthrate. A combination of heavy plastic usage and experimental vaccines had obliterated the average male's sperm count. As a result, the birthrate had plummeted nationwide to sub-replacement levels. No amount of drugs or tax incentives had been able to alter the perilous trajectory of population decline.
Calls for government intervention flooded the news. Led by President Cortez, the NDNC came up with the genius idea of genetically profiling every American citizen. If a perfect match could be found, they were mandated to reproduce. That involved sex, of course, and lots of it.
Naturally, such changes came about with no small amount of social unrest. But the militias that banded together to protest were quickly subdued by the National Guard's automated infantry. Few casualties resulted from the struggle, and the establishment media was eager to hail President Cortez as a hero.
That made it easy for the NDNC to enact its mandate: a highly advanced chastity device was fitted to every male that hit puberty. It could only be removed when a perfect genetic match was discovered via the U.S.R.B's advanced fertility program. It also came with the added bonus of eliminating virtually all teenage sexual crimes.
And thus the United States had entered a new golden era.
Ahmad's cock throbbed in its cage.
I told the doctor the new fitting was too tight.
The only time he was allowed to orgasm was during his visits to the local fertility clinic, and that only happened four times a year. Getting chosen for the program would have assigned him to a fertile, horny, and hopefully beautiful woman to empty his balls into whenever he wanted. Instead he was to remain trapped in this torturous device for God-knows how long!
"Oh,
Habibi
," came a sing-song voice as his bedroom door swung open.
"Mom?" Ahmad folded his hands in his lap, ashamed. It was awkward to talk about sex with his mother, but she knew full well how often he'd been checking the mail, and how eager he had been to be chosen.
Sadiya was, in truth, his stepmother, but they had lived together for more than a decade, and he treated her just like family. A conservative woman, today she wore a maroon
abaya
with golden embroidery and a white silk hijab. Even at home it was rare for her to let her curls out. Her voluptuous body was more than an eyeful. It never failed to amaze him how revealing she looked beneath all that loose fabric.
She sat beside him on the bed and the mattress sank toward her. Even at eighteen, his mother was taller and heavier than he was.
"Did you check the mail, my darling? I saw the empty envelope on the kitchen table." Frowning with concern, she placed the back of her hand against his forehead. He felt her cold wedding ring against his skin. His father had died years ago, but she still wore it every day. "Are you sick? Your face is hot, and you look terrible!"
"No,
Umm
. I got the letter from the government." Ahmad sighed. "I wasn't picked. Again."
"Oh, my sweetness," she cooed, embracing him with a sidelong hug. Her fat, heavy breasts slipped around his upper arm, and she held him tightly against her. It was one of those sensations that every young boy obsessed over, and it happened to him all too often. His cock stiffened, despite his wishes, testing the limits of its unbreakable chastity cage.
For all her modest attire, his mother's beauty was obvious to all who laid eyes on her. She was only in her mid-thirties, as his late father had chosen to remarry a younger woman. Luckily for Ahmad, Sadiya was as modest in her beliefs as she was in her attire.
Under NDNC mandates, a man's resources were inherited by his wife or his daughters in the unlikely event of his passing. Ahmad was grateful that his mother had remained so dutiful and loyal to him. His father had left behind enough money for her to pursue a lavish lifestyle if she wished, but instead she lived below her means, and all of Ahmad's wants were provided for. She was a loyal and religious woman, and he trusted her to keep his father's money safe until he started a family of his own.
Ahmad loved his mother with all his heart. Helpless to resist, he leaned into her embrace, inhaling the scent of her flowery perfume. "I don't want to go to school tomorrow," he groaned.
"Yet I know you will go," said Sadiya, kissing the side of his head. The slight wetness of her lips made him shiver. "You never miss a day of school. Remember the one time you got sick from the vaccine? I had to force you to stay home!"
"I needed to keep up my grades," said Ahmad, bashfully. "You know I want to make you proud."
"Your grades are perfect, and I am beyond proud of you." Sadiya bounced happily against him, cleavage around his arm. "Oh, you're growing into such a wonderful young man."
Ahmad stifled a gasp. The sensation of her buxom body was almost enough to make him cum in the cage. But the device was designed to prevent unwanted orgasms, delivering a small shock at the point of climax.
"I wish I could do more to help you," Sadiya said "You'll get in next time. I will pray for it five times a day if I have to. It's not right to have artificial intelligence decide these things. Life wasn't always this way, you know."
"I know," Ahmad said. The days of male freedom felt like something out of a history ebook.
"But I am confident you will find a match. Your father was chosen at eighteen, and had been living cage-free for fifteen years when I met him! Yes, I am sure you will get in. And even if you don't, remember that I'll always be here to support you."
To prove her point, she began peppering his face with kisses. He pulled away from her, laughing.
"Mom, quit it!"
"There's that lovely smile again." Sadiya smile grew distant, and her body went suddenly tense against his. She pulled away, and it took all of Ahmad's willpower to keep from throwing himself on top of her. His mother's teasing had been delightful when he was younger, but now it left his balls full and his cock aching.
It would not be so wrong, you aren't blood-related.
These sorts of forbidden thoughts had been tempting him as of late. It was a stupid thing to think about. It's not like he could even do anything with this blasted cage on!
"Is something the matter, mom?"
"It's nothing," Sadiya said, sounding a little embarrassed. "Your smile just reminds me so much of your father sometimes."
"You miss him, don't you?"
Sadiya have his knee a squeeze, and there was a twinkle in her almond eyes. "Every day."
Ahmad's lip quivered as his cock filled all the space in its tight metal cage.
Please, God, let me get accepted next time, and let me be assigned to a woman as beautiful as my mother.
Sadiya gave him a peck on the cheek. Her mouth caught the edge of his lips, and he shivered at the touch of her wet lips. "You will be chosen, Habibi. What do I always tell you?"
"To have faith?"
She patted him on the knee. "Exactly. Now, I'm going to start dinner, and
you
are going to start on your homework!"
Ahmad stared longingly as his mother sauntered out of the room. Her heart-shaped ass swayed as she went, as if it had been made to tease him. It almost felt like God was testing him.
With a sigh, he sat at his computer desk and started his homework.
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"Well, well, well! Look whose little dick is staying locked up."
Ahmad froze at the sound of his bully's voice. If there was one thing that made him not want to attend school, it was Bradley Jones.
"Leave me alone, Brad." Ahmad gritted his teeth as he changed into his gym uniform as quickly as possible. He pulled on his tight silk underwear and his high-cut bloomers, the gender-neutral clothing they were mandated by the government to wear.
Bradley snapped a wet towel, lashing the back of Ahmad's bare thigh. Crying out in pain, he spun to face his tormentor, hands balled into fists. "How dare you!"
"How dare you," mocked Bradley, raising his voice an octave. "Man, you would think I'd get tired of your reactions after all these years, but nope! Never fails to brighten my day. Isn't that right, boys?"
The boys in the locker room snickered at Ahmad. Bradley might have been stupid and ugly, but he was also one of the best players on the football team. That gave him a certain authority among the seniors.
Of course, Bradley would refrain from saying something truly punishable. Hate Speech had been illegal ever since the NDNC had repealed the first amendment. That wouldn't stop him from torturing Ahmad in other ways, though.
"A shame about that cage of yours. You know, sometimes it takes years for the Overbrain to find a guy the right match. Sometimes it never finds one. Wouldn't that be hilarious? Imagine meeting at our high school reunion in ten years, with that device wrapped around your little dicklet!"
"I've heard stories like that," agreed Jamar, one of Brad's jock sidekicks.
"Shit, that would be hilarious."
"Why don't you worry about your own cock?" spat Ahmad.
