The Truck Driver's Secret Device

This tale is nearly G rated; just a slight nod to chastity. I hope you like it. Suzy’s fortunes began to decline when she was five, right after her dad walked out on her and her mother. Money was always tight, and the house saw a continuous parade of mom’s ‘boyfriends’. Because they moved so frequently, Suzy rarely stayed at one school or kept friends for long. Her childhood taught her that whenever life got tough, you just packed up and headed elsewhere. She started working at thirteen but had a bit of an attitude, which meant she never held down any job for very long. Suzy was behind the wheel of her battered old red Ford 150 pickup. She was leaving Las Vegas, another location that “hadn’t worked out” on her list. Past thirty and without a plan or even a clear destination in mind, since she was a teen, Suzy had relied on her sex appeal to smooth over rough patches. Early on, she realized there was something about her that made men willing to do nearly anything for her. All they wanted was … as much of her as possible. If she let a man touch her arm, his hand would linger longer than necessary. If she touched a man’s hand, he’d usually try to hold onto it. She knew her breasts held a special allure and had mastered the art of casually unbuttoning the top button of her blouse and leaning forward, ‘accidentally’ revealing her lovely bosom. She loved watching men stare while pretending not to notice. Sometimes she would catch them staring back when they realized she’d been watching their gaze on her boobs; they’d get embarrassed and look away. Suzy had expected to use her God-given charms to secure a good job, perhaps as a waitress at an upscale restaurant, but for some reason, she couldn’t keep any of the positions she landed. So here she was, driving east in her piece-of-shit truck across the desert. Depressed didn’t quite capture how she felt. Ka–chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, pssssssss from under the hood. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Suzy managed to pull her truck off the road but knew it was done for. Smoke billowed up from beneath the hood. She didn’t even bother opening the hood; she had no money left for repairs. Suzy sat on the tailgate, unsure what to do next. It would be dark soon, cars were speeding past, and she had no one to call for help. She sighed, stood up, and kicked at a stone.

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Bill was cruising along in his 18-wheeler, hauling a trailer load of furniture from the Port of Los Angeles to a distribution center in Kansas City. He’d bought his brand-new rig last year and still enjoyed the pride and freedom he felt driving down the highway. Bill and his wife Vera had agreed it made sense to get a comfortable sleeper cab so he wouldn’t have to spend money on motels or restaurant meals. Bill was beefy, 6 feet tall, and 45 years old. Married for 22 years, they lived in a Kansas City suburb. Their only child, Charlie, served in the military where he seemed to have found his place in Air Force Intelligence. Bill liked being self-contained as he roared along I-40 eastward. He made this run once a month and knew exactly how long it would take and where he’d stop to rest. He spotted the smoking truck from a distance, giving him time to slow and stop. His powerful air brakes whooshed as he came to a complete halt. Bill grabbed his fire extinguisher and ran toward the smoking vehicle. Suzy unbuttoned her top button and ran her fingers through her hair as she walked out to meet him. She stopped him, saying the truck wasn’t worth saving. “Are you all right?” he asked. “Yes, I’m okay …” Her voice trailed off. “Where are you headed? Can I drop you somewhere?” As usual, Suzy didn’t have a plan but instinctively fell back on her strengths. She bent down to tie her shoe, letting her breasts hang free and exposing them nearly to their nipples. Bill, well, Bill looked. He was attracted to women and here was an attractive woman giving him a good show. When she straightened up and met his gaze, she expected Bill to look away in embarrassment, but he didn’t. He held her eye contact and smiled. “Well, I’m heading east, going as far as Kansas City. You’re welcome to hitch a ride if you like. You can decide where you want to go along the way.” Suzy was genuinely grateful as she accepted. “Thank you so much. The truth is, I don’t really have anywhere to go. Kansas City sounds just as good as any place.” Bill climbed up into the cab while Suzy settled into the passenger seat. He put the big rig into low gear and shifted through the gears until they reached cruising speed. This was the first time Suzy had been in a truck like this, and she was fascinated by both the mechanics of driving and the luxury of the vehicle. Coming from her junky Ford pickup, it felt like flying first class. She felt insecure with Bill; he hadn’t responded to her quite the way other men did, and she wanted to get him hooked on her charm. This wasn’t out of any devious motive; she didn’t want him to dump her somewhere because he got bored with her. Suzy unbuttoned another button on her blouse and casually shifted in her seat to give him a better view. He glanced over but kept his eyes on the road. He told Suzy the basics of his life: how he and Vera were married, had their son, and saved up money to buy the truck. When he invited Suzy to share about her life, she gave him a highly edited version, though he’d been around long enough to know he wasn’t getting the full truth. Truck drivers must rest after 11 hours of driving within a 14-hour window, and Bill was approaching his limit. He pulled into a truck stop he liked to refuel, use the restroom, and catch some shut-eye. His cab had just a single bunk, and as he slowed in the parking area, he told Suzy that he needed to sleep and asked her to try sleeping in the passenger seat. Suzy was truly confused. She didn’t think he was gay, but she’d never had a guy ignore her when she offered herself so obviously. As Bill got comfortable in his bunk, Suzy came over. “I really appreciate all you’re doing for me. I’d like to let you know how much it means.” She stroked the side of his face and let her hand drift down his torso. He breathed deeply and moved slightly toward her. “This is more like it,” she thought. She reached a little lower, intending to lightly brush her hand against his chastity device. She’d never met a man who didn’t enjoy having her pay attention to him. “What the fuck?” she exclaimed. There was something hard where his cock should be. Bill chuckled. “That, my dear, is a chastity cage. I couldn’t have you if I wanted to.” Suzy didn’t know what to say but managed to ask, “Why? Who?” “My wife and I decided together that this little device could save us both a lot of headache. I’ve been wearing one for about five years, but this is actually the first time it’s been really useful. I mean, you’re clearly an attractive woman offering yourself up on a platter. I don’t know if I could resist you without this steel chastity cage I’m wearing.” Suzy had heard of chastity devices but this was her first experience with a man actually wearing one. She was curious. “Uh, do you think I could see it? I’ve heard of them but never seen one in person.” “Well, I guess it wouldn’t hurt anything if I showed you.” Bill pulled down his pants and then his underpants. Suzy saw the ring around his balls and cock that held everything in place, along with the cage enclosing his penis. “Does it hurt?” “No, not usually. Sometimes it pinches a bit, and I have to adjust things.” “Could I touch it?” “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said. “Please, I won’t hurt anything. I just want to feel it.” “Okay, just for a minute.” Suzy tentatively poked a finger at the steel bar and lifted the cage. It was heavier

more than she had anticipated. She discovered that a finger could slip between the bars to make contact with him. Starting to stroke him through those cage slats, she was pleased to notice his cock swelling within the enclosure. It felt increasingly like something familiar. She tended to his testicles while Bill let out a moan of enjoyment. But then he withdrew. “Enough. This lock is for me and my wife only. No more wandering eyes or hands. Go rest on the seat.” Suzy curled up, trying to process what had just occurred. In her experience, men rarely rejected her when they were away from their wives; a quick fling was standard practice. Yet here was Bill, turned onto his side with soft snores. The following morning found them driving at 8 AM, sunlight glaring into their eyes. “Bill, may I ask about last night?” “Certainly. What’s on your mind?” “I’m quite puzzled. I’ve never encountered a straight man who didn’t want some extra company by the roadside, yet you refused. Did I do something incorrect?” Bill chuckled. “Honey, you are sweet and attractive, and I would enjoy sharing my bed with you, but the cost is too steep.” “Too high! I wasn’t expecting a financial payment!” “It isn’t about money. When I return to my wife, I need to meet her gaze without guilt. If I had strayed with you, that might have been difficult. That is the price I mean. While driving in, there was plenty of temptation nearby. Vera and I discussed it, and she proposed a clever solution. “Since you were concerned about your desire wandering off, let’s secure it,” she suggested.” “It took me some time to adjust to wearing this device, but now it feels routine. Last night proved that the idea was sound. She will enjoy hearing how I resisted while on the road.” “You’re going to tell her? About my attempt last night?” “Absolutely. Nothing occurred, and we both appreciate sharing these tales of our sexual abstention. She’ll love knowing about this hitchhiker who tried to climb into my pants but was held back by the cage. “How do you release it if needed? It is locked; where is the key?” “Vera holds the primary key. I carry an emergency one in the truck, though it is strictly for emergencies. Last night did not qualify as such.” The silence returned to the cab for a while. “Bill, may I ask another question? It feels rather personal.” “We have been having plenty of intimate conversation already,” Bill replied. “Well, do you believe that being locked up reduces your manhood in any way? To me, men are supposed to pursue every available woman. You seem … content with women remaining out of reach.” “Yes, it might appear so. No, I don’t feel diminished as a male. I am a man who possesses what he requires and is pleased with his lot. Suzy pondered this notion internally. He has what he needs and enjoys it. He seems satisfied with existence itself; she had never met anyone quite like that before. “Have you always been so content?” “Oh, no. I was once a vigorous young man, constantly seeking female companionship, perpetually hungry for action. Likely similar to the men in your circle. I got lucky meeting Vera. She helped stabilize my life. For a million dollars, I wouldn’t return to that restless state.” They drove on until Bill spoke again. “Suzy, what plans do you have? It seems clear things haven’t been going well for you recently. What changes are you considering?” Suzy remained silent; she had no immediate answer. She slumped in the seat, lowered her head, and covered her eyes with her hands. “Let’s approach it differently. Where would you like to be a year from now?” “I’d like working at a store, selling goods. I think I could excel there. I actually know quite a bit about sports gear since my brothers participated heavily in high school athletics. Selling sporting equipment suits me.” “Hmm, I suspect you could succeed,” Bill said. Bill paused for a long moment before continuing. “I have a cousin—actually Vera’s cousin—in Kansas City who runs a large sports enterprise. He handles both wholesale and retail sales. I wonder if you might thrive there. However, here is the risk: if I introduce you to him, it falls on my reputation. If you falter in that role, or worse, try to seduce him, the blame returns to me. It rests with you—convince me to make this introduction.” Suzy took a deep breath. She saw this as an incredible opportunity. She genuinely desired to turn her life around, and Bill was offering exactly that—not for sex, but simply because he is a good man. She spoke sincerely from the heart, enough to convince him. “Okay, I will speak with Vera, explain everything, and ask if she approves of us introducing you to her cousin Marty.” They were just hours outside Kansas City when Bill called Vera for an extended conversation. He shared the entire story, including how Suzy had been thwarted by his chastity cage. After about half an hour, he ended the call, turned to Suzy, and announced: “Vera agrees. She also suggested I bring you home with us so you have a place to stay while you get established.” Tears welled up in Suzy’s eyes unexpectedly; she rarely cried but found herself weeping now. This decent man and his wife believed in her enough to offer this chance and trusted her enough to welcome her into their household. She would not disappoint them, nor let herself down.

Good tale. Appreciate it.

That one was nice as well. It feels realistic enough to happen in reality.

A lovely narrative. Perhaps Suzy needs her own restraint too to stay on track:-)

As someone who wears a lock myself, I find this story believable. However, nowadays most drivers are hesitant to pick up strangers; it carries too much risk.