Night At The Cocksbury

“Nggghhhh!” Billy grunted in relief as he set eight plastic bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. His well toned arms were sore from a long afternoon at the gym, but he’d had just enough strength to carry in all the food in one go.

‘Fuck yeah! Groceries only take one trip!’

It was a stubborn, silly custom, but also one of the few masculine rituals Billy could cling to in a world that was rapidly being cleansed of machismo. He removed the cold items from the bags and placed them in the fridge. He liked to think of it as their fridge, but it wasn’t. Not really. It was Sheryl’s fridge. Sheryl’s apartment. Sheryl’s everything, if he was being honest. Billy was just her live-in boyfriend.

Technically, it had been his choice to live this way, but it wasn’t like the world was giving him many options. The university he and Sheryl attended stopped accepting male students after his sophomore year. Shortly after, all existing male students were expelled. At that point, his job prospects became very limited. In time, even entry level and manual labor jobs started to dry up for men.

It felt like a bizarre joke, at first. ‘Oh, really? We’re not allowed to go to school anymore? To work? What a shame!’ Then the new financial regulations came crashing down. No new bank accounts for men. All existing ones required a female conservator signed on who assumed control of the assets. Otherwise, they could be seized. Suddenly, the rapid, systemic changes to their society weren’t so funny anymore.

It was difficult to tell who was making the calls these days. The government? Athena Corp? Was there even a difference between the two anymore? Women everywhere were undergoing the change and each time they did, another man ended up on his knees. Billy understood why, now. He’d fallen into the same state. Oddly enough, he’d grown comfortable with it.

Sheryl had found his dating profile not long before Billy was kicked out of school. A young man of medium height and boyish good looks with chin-length brown hair, soft brown eyes and a gymnast’s body. He’d listed himself as being open to kinky play and very willing to try new things. Sheryl snatched him up and got him wrapped around her finger in record time.

Billy was overjoyed when she invited him to move in with her. Unlike a lot of guys, he wasn’t too proud to accept help from a woman; especially a sexually charged beauty like Sheryl. He’d planned to find work while Sheryl continued pursuing her master’s degree. As time went on, no job was forthcoming and it became apparent his status was being cemented. Now, he was dependent on her.

What would happen if Sheryl got tired of him? Would he have to crawl back home? What would that be like, now that his mother had undergone the change? Speculating on that scenario painted a less than pretty picture. Billy had virtually zero options now, while Sheryl enjoyed lavish benefits. All early adopters of Athena bio-tech were showered with generous incentives, from paid tuition to a full living stipend that lasted for many years post-surgery.

It wasn’t fair, at least from his perspective, but the president and CEO of Athena begged to differ. She called it ‘righting the wrongs of history’ and ‘ushering in a new age of female empowerment and sexual harmony.’ Billy couldn’t argue with the second part. There was no doubt women were being empowered and most people were having more sex than they ever imagined. Even if it wasn’t the sex they’d envisioned earlier in their lives.

The front door of the house opened and closed, snapping Billy from his musings.

“I’M HOOOMMMMEEEEE!” Sheryl’s voice called from the entrance.

“Hey!” Billy answered. “I’m in the kitchen! Just got back from shopping.”

“You put the cold stuff away?”

“Yup” he answered while closing the freezer door. “Just finished!”

“Good. You can do the rest later. Get in here, slut! I’m dying for some relief.”

“Dying?” Billy asked with a chuckle as he walked into the living room. “I sucked you off just before you left!”

“Uh huh… It’s been six hours. An Athena girl has needs!” she replied with a wink.

He knew that only too well, but didn’t let it get in the way of their fun banter. Billy smiled as he studied his gorgeous girlfriend up and down. Sheryl had milky white skin, sparkling blue eyes and lovely hair that tumbled all the way down to the small of her back. She was always dyeing it different colors. This month it was green. Her large rack and powerful thighs were cloaked in gray and dark blue sweats. That meant she’d come directly home from volleyball practice.

Billy slowed to a stop and Sheryl pointed at the floor in front of her. He got on his knees, grinning as she stripped off her sweatshirt and tossed it aside. Her sizable breasts came into focus, restrained only by her form-fitting sports bra. Billy spotted her bulge even before she shimmied out of her sweatpants and kicked them away. The scope of her arousal became much more evident. Sheryl’s hefty cock pressed against her silky, black panties, creating a fierce outline as it strained to be free.

She ran her right hand through his hair a few times, soothing her obedient pet as she eyed him haughtily. A devious smile spread across her face.

“Did you finish your chores for the day?”

“Not yet. I kinda slept in…”

“Mmmm, I’m not surprised.