Cheese, Chalk and Plenty of Pork – Part 04 of 10
by Lin Dale

Synopsis: When Greta meets Gavin at her rich father’s second wedding, she immediately falls in love. But, just like cheese and chalk, he is a beautiful, slim young man and she is heavily obese; she needs to find some way to stop him wandering off. Her father’s new wife has problems facing up to her role as a Lady, so she decides to involve Gavin in a project with certain challenges.

Author’s Note: This story is complete and in ten parts which will be released at approximately daily intervals. It contains items such as crossdressing, non-explicit sex between adults and language typical of that between English adults. If you feel this may offend you, then please do not read.

Part 4 – In which Gavin is Released, but Shocked

It took almost an hour of excruciating agony before Gavin thought they might be at the point where the munt was coming off. He’d kissed her, stroked her and squeezed her and applied his mouth to parts which should never come within a mile of his mouth. She’d had two very nice orgasms, and now they were on the hard bed in the crofter’s cottage and she was lying astride him, and gradually edging down his body towards the point where something should be sticking up towards her groin.

“I suppose you’re ready by now to have your munt opened to reveal that pretty little cock between your legs.”

Under other circumstances, he might have argued she should have used the term monster, but hell, he hadn’t seen it for a week. It might have reduced in size, or not even work properly. All he said was, “Yes please, my lover.”

Greta had sat up, astride his thighs. He tried to sit up to see what was happening but her arm shot out and a large hand pushed his chest back and pinned him to the bed. “This is my call,” she said.

“Right.”

She reached for her phone on the bedside table and fiddled with it for what seemed like ages. “Damn” she said. “I can’t remember the password.”

Seeing Gavin’s face, she shrieked with laughter. “That was so funny, seeing your face when I pretended I’d forgotten it. But don’t worry. If I do make a mistake typing it in, I only have to wait a minute then I can try it again.”

“Er,” Gavin said.

“Yes?”

“Well, I made a few attempts to guess the password. It took eight hours to reset, last time.”

“What a gas!” Greta was delighted. “It means that if I make one error when keying in this password, you’ll be in it until tomorrow afternoon.” She shrieked with laughter.

“And if I make another mistake then, it’ll be midnight on Sunday before I can make the next attempt. I expect you were hoping to be on the overnight coach to London, by then.” Another shriek of laughter.

“Never mind. You can always come back next weekend. It’s almost worth deliberately getting it wrong.” Then she pressed a button on her phone and Gavin heard a whining sound between his legs. “There. He’s all free now. Let’s take a look at him, shall we?”

Gavin made another attempt to sit up but her arm shot out again to catch him in the chest. In any case, with her weight across his thighs, there was no way he could attempt to do a runner. He’d just have to bide his time.

“I see now what they mean by blue balls. Wow! You look really in need of a good woman to give you a little service.”

She was moving her body up his, until her groin was level with his and she could peer into his eyes as she kissed him on the lips. He thought the weight of her body on his chest might crack a few of his ribs. But suddenly, it didn’t matter whether his body was crushed to nothing, for heaven was hovering against another part of his anatomy.

“Aah,” was all he could mutter.

“Do you like that, Gavin?”

“Uuh,” was all he could add, as that particular part was entering the gates of heaven.

“Gavin. You do love me, don’t you?” He was barely inside the gates and everything had paused.

“What?” He tried to give a little thrust, but with her weight on top there was no chance.

“I said, you do love me, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course.” He gave a bigger thrust, but still no change.

“Then say it.

“Say it?” He thrust as hard as he could and, as Greta changed her position, his cock slipped out.

“Yes. Tell me that you love me.”

“I love you,” he said.

She reached behind her to find his cock and place it against her pussy. “Say it louder,” she said.

“I Love You,” he said.

“Louder,” and his cock penetrated her slightly.

“I LOVE YOU!”

“Again.” His cock was right inside her now and he was in heaven.

I LOVE YOU! – I LOVE YOU! – OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!”

***

It was some time later.

He wasn’t certain whether he’d awoken, or simply regained consciousness after having his rib cage crushed, but Greta had shifted slightly. She was now obscenely snoring on his left shoulder. He could feel a little dribble descending over his chest. This, he realised, was his chance to abscond. He realised he’d missed meeting up with that woman in the inn, but hell, there were millions more beautiful women around; particularly if you classed beauty as anyone only twice as attractive as Greta.

He slid a hand down to his groin and felt around. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened down there. The munt was still in place but it was open at the front allowing his cock and balls to emerge. There was clearly no way he was going to work out how to get the thing off in the pitch black so he’d have to sort that out later. In the meantime, escape was the priority.

Gradually, he slid to one side and let Greta slip the other way, ensuring her snoring continued unabated. Then he could get out of bed and stand up. It was incredibly dark. In the middle of a country park, there were no street lights, shop signs or ads. It was simply black.

But he’d had a chance to take a good look around earlier on. He knew his rinsed out clothes were hanging by the shower. If he could grab those, he could do his runner.

He silently left the bedroom and was nearly at the shower when the munt loudly beeped.

What the… It beeped again. Shit, Greta was stirring. He frantically grabbed for his clothes as it beeped once more.

“Gavin,” Greta called out. “You need to close the munt, otherwise you’ll get an electric…”

“A-a-a-a-g-h!” Gavin screamed as his balls exploded in agony, causing him to drop to the floor and roll, curled up in pain.

“…shock,” Greta ended her sentence, switching on a light and moving over to him. “Poor darling, I should have told you to close the munt before coming to the toilet, otherwise you’d get a little electric shock. It’s a security feature to prevent blokes running off as soon as the munt is opened.”

She put her hands down to where his own hands were cupping his balls, and gently prised them away, just as the munt beeped again.

“We need to close the munt now, otherwise it will give you another electric shock, but this will be a much more painful one.”

“More painful?” Gavin muttered, unable to comprehend any pain worse than what he had just endured.

“That’s right, darling,” she said as she carefully pushed his prick and balls inwards to his groin. Then something closed over them and he heard a click.

“There,” she said. “They’re all nice and safe now. There’ll be no more nasty electric shocks for you, tonight. Come back to bed and we can snuggle a little. That’ll be fun, although I’m afraid your pretty cock isn’t going to be involved in that.”

She pulled him to his feet and back towards the bed. He meekly followed.

***

“Why did I get that shock when I was simply going to the toilet?” he asked, a bit later.

“As I said,” she repeated, her smile following their recent activity stretching from ear to ear, “it’s a simple security feature to prevent men running off as soon as the munt is opened. If it’s unlocked and detects it’s being moved away from the phone, it beeps before giving a tiny electric shock; if the munt is left open for another minute, it gives quite a big shock, and if it’s still left open, it gives what it calls the ball breaker, although it’s supposed to be medically safe. That’s what they say, anyway. I’m surprised you didn’t read about it. It was all in the instructions on their website.”

Gavin had to admit that he’d only read the stuff about how to unlock the device, rather than the intricacies of what happened after it was unlocked. As for the idea that he had received a ‘tiny’ electric shock and that there were two other levels which were considerably worse, he found terrifying. He’d certainly make certain that never happened again

“It’ll teach you to read the instructions, then, won’t it?” she unsympathetically said. “Unless you want to stay and help me attend to my Large Blacks, then I suggest you piss off now. My father and his new bride should be back with us this afternoon. Come over for dinner and meet them.”

It wasn’t so much a question, more a command. When you have them by the balls, their hearts and minds will follow. “OK,” he said. “What time?”

“Seven-thirty for eight. By the way, it’s Victorian dress for dinner tonight. One of Daddy’s little idiosyncrasies. I’ll have a suitable suit sent over to the inn this afternoon.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“Incidentally,” she added, “after that little shock you had just now, the munt won’t function unless the battery is recharged, so it can give you more shocks, if you’re silly enough to wander off again. You’ll need to recharge it to allow me to unlock it.” She tossed him a disc with a connector on it. “It’s an inductive charger. Slip it into your pants between your legs and plug it into a USB socket. Leave it there for a few hours until it gives a few tiny beeps.”

“Right,” he said.