Speed Trap
STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
The government has found a way to correct the male-female population imbalance while also solving some traffic problems.
Over time, the male population in my country has begun to greatly exceed the
female population. This is the result of parents favoring sons, and coupling
this desire with genetic prescreening and selective pregnancies & abortions.
In any case the number of frustrated males grew out of proportion, and these
testosterone laden guys were becoming aggressive. This was noted by the
highway & transportation folks as an increase in speeding and the resulting
traffic accidents. It was then that they passed the new traffic safety act.
All cars must be fitted with a small pouch under the driver seat. Males and
females were given different key sets. If a male was to drive, a hatch opened
above the pouch. A sensor must detect his warm testicles, and then the opening
closes to “capture” the testicles into the seat pouch. This was done gently of
course so as not to cause damage or undue pain. More expensive cars had fur
lined and even warmed pouches. One thing that all cars had in common though
was a spring loaded knife blade which could be activated by the police.

In my case it seemed so unfair. I tried to be SO careful. Even a tiny amount
over the speed limit could result in swift justice. I was in a hurry on my way
to the office, and did not notice the new speed limit sign. Suddenly my car
slowed down and coasted to a halt. All cars had been fitted with a remote shut
down, and the local traffic cop had just zapped me. The most beautiful blonde
stepped out of the police car and walked up to my window. I was terrified as
she leaned over the car door, exposing a generous cleavage. But squirm as I
may, the pouch constrictor had my jewels captured.

“You were going just over the limit sir, and I expect you know the rules as
well as the punishment”. I pleaded with her but to no avail. “I can see by the
bulge in your pants that you deserve the judgment” she smiled sweetly. “If you
want one last cum, I suggest you be quick about it. I’ll fill out my paperwork
for a few minutes.” She unbuttoned her blouse so her bra came into full view,
and it was nearly transparent. I unzipped my fly and got to work while she
wrote on the papers attached to her clipboard. “Need a hand there sport?” she
cooed. “Don’t worry, I won’t press the activator until you’ve shot your last”
she said as she reached in with one hand, while now holding a remote control
device with her other hand. I had not been with a woman in months. It didn’t
take long. UNGH and the white cream splattered the console. As it did, her
pretty red nailed finger depressed the red button. NOOOO I cried but it gave
no mercy. SNAP and the pain shot up while the balls slipped down into the
pouch. She let her hand slip off my penis and down into the pouch which now
opened fully. She took out my balls and slipped her hand down into her pants,
slipping them up into her warm & wet vagina. “Ohhh she moaned, this always
gets me SO horny. I guess this is as close as you’ll ever get to cumming in my
coozy.”

After she calmed down she handed me some paperwork. “Here, take this to the
local highway department office and they will switch out your key for a Eunuch
key. Your car will start up again in 15 minutes. By then you should be better
able to drive. Or if you’d like, I can call the local clinic to come get you.
Aren’t you glad we deactivate your car before we deliver the punishment?”

In spite of great caution, a few percent of the male population gets neutered
each year as a result of this program. I guess it does work though. Traffic
accidents are way down, men drive much more cautiously, and the ratio of
breeding men to women is returning to 1:1. As for me, I guess it has reduced
my own frustrations, and I certainly don’t chase skirts any more. I do miss
the exhilaration of orgasm, but the memory is fading.

Jim Fox

jimfoxeu@hotmail.com

  

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