The man came into Natalie’s mouth without warning, grunting. She recoiled at the taste of hot cum, keeping her lips tight around the man’s cock. She swallowed. She softly bobbed her head a couple of times, then licked the cock clean.

“Not bad, girl. Solid 8. You should use your tongue more,” the man said, zipping his pants.

“Fuck you,” said Natalie. She grabbed her purse from the floor and took the water bottle she had there, rinsing the taste out of her mouth, not fully succeeding. “You are a fucking loser. In the middle of the fucking street, really? And I am late for class, fuck.” She could tell people had been walking around them, pretending nothing unusual was happening. It was a busy street during rush hour after all. Natalie shivered at the realization that it wasn’t that unusual nowadays.

“Well, it’s a way to pass the time.”

“Rot in hell,” said Natalie. She took another gulp of water. “Don’t you have any shame? Everyone was watching your perverted ass.”

“That’s half the fun! See, I like to…” he trailed off, looking at something behind Natalie, grinning. She turned her head and saw a cute red-haired girl, a shocked and terrified expression on her face after she realized the man had noticed her. “Oh, hello…”

“Bbbut… I have seen that she just… You have just… please don’t,” the girl said, pleading.

“Well, I guess it will just take a while. I have the time, do you? Hopefully, you are better than blondie over here,” the man said, pointing at Natalie with his thumb.

The redhead turned and tried to run in the other direction. If only it were that easy, Natalie though.

“Red, suck my dick.” The man said calmly. He clearly anticipated something like this and only raised his voice enough for the girl to listen to it.

It was like magic. The girl suddenly stopped in her tracks, almost tripping over. She turned back around. Natalie saw her eyes tearing up as she slowly walked the couple of steps that separated her from the man.

“Please… let me go… I have 50 bucks in my wallet. My dad is rich; he can get you more. Please, please, please, please…” the girl said, but it was futile. She was already on her knees.

The guy just chuckled. “Oh, there we go…” he said, as the girl took him into her mouth.

Six months ago, a certain tweet was posted. “BRUH, what the fuck is this. I just had three different chicks blow me just by asking for it. I thought I was dreaming or smth but two of my mates told me it worked for them too. Don’t believe me? Here’s proof.” The tweet had three short videos of the three different girls taking the guy’s dick with dedication.

Most of the people who saw the tweet before it was taken down for breaking TOS assumed that it was some sort of OnlyFans promotional stunt. However, the tweet was then quoted by another user. “Holy shit, is that @princessjulia????” Unbeknownst to the original poster, his neighbour was a niche but notable influencer on TikTok, reviewing fantasy books and shows. Not someone you would see on OnlyFans. The tweet went viral as fans of PrincessJulia reacted to the post, and then it spread to all corners of the internet. The replies kept coming in:

“Guys I have my professor blowing me RIGHT NOW”

“Wait this is real? I thought my gf was just fucking with me”

“It works on lesbians too! Be careful, they suck at it”

“PSA TO ALL WOMEN. This is NOT a joke. Go inside and don’t interact with men you don’t trust.”

“Guys, don’t make the same mistake I did. I asked a coworker for a tittyfuck and she slapped me. It’s blowjobs only it seems. That bitch can slap hard, it still hurts. She still went to her knees so whatever LOL”

“I want to throw up, I just blew the Ubereats guy”

“Bro YOU JUST HAD TO SHUT UP. I have known this for two days, now it’s gonna be ruined”

No one knew why or how. But it was real. “Mandatory Oral Intercourse Syndrome”, or MOIS, had spread to every female adult on Earth. If a man asks you to suck his dick, you just do it. No ifs or buts. You drop whatever you are doing, go down to your knees, and you suck that dick until the man cums, swallowing as much cum as you can.

That day, Natalie had been hanging out at her friend Clara’s place, catching up. They were chilling until Clara’s 19-year-old younger brother Mason came out of his room, looking nervous.

“Idiot, I told you not to bother us when I have friends over. Go back to your dumpster of a room.” Clara said. They never had the best relationship, but splitting the rent between the two was a good deal.

“Oh, come on, Clara, don’t be mean. I am sure he…” Natalie said. But before she could finish the sentence, the brother yelled.

“GIVE ME A BLOWJOB!”

The words hit Natalie like a truck. At first, she didn’t register them, confused. Did… did he just ask me to suck his cock?. Her body, however, immediately placed her coffee cup on the table, and started walking to him. Wait, what am I doing. Why am I… wait this is wrong, I can’t stop.

“How are you doing this?” Natalie whispered, the shock at the sight of her hands unzipping his pants, and the erect penis that popped up, not allowing her to say anything else. She gave the tip of the penis a kiss. It smelled like sweat; the guy clearly hadn’t showered. That didn’t matter, though. She opened her mouth and started sucking. Up and down. She couldn’t stop. Mason groaned in pleasure.

“What is this?” Natalie heard Clara say. Clara! She can help me! She wanted to look at her, but her body wouldn’t respond to anything that didn’t involve sucking dick. From the corner of her eye, she saw Clara, slowly approaching. “I… I think I have to ask you if you also asked me to… suck your dick?” Her voice was trembling, stumbling. Whatever this was, she was fighting with all her power.

“What?” Mason said, confused. “It worked on yo… jesus christ this feels amazing.” He couldn’t finish the sentence as Natalie changed the rhythm of her movements, which he clearly enjoyed.

“I just NEED to know if you asked me for a blowjob, OK? I don’t know why.” Her voice sounded more nervous, anxious now. “Surely you didn’t right, I’m your sister. And you already have Nat, I’m sure she is good enough.”

• What the hell!*, Natalie tried to say, but only incomprehensible gibberish came out of her dick-filled mouth. She looked up, watching Mason hesitate for a split second. Natalie remembered that split second. It was the last remnant of the old world order and normalcy. She saw how Mason fell into the temptation, as every man on the planet eventually did.

“Fuck it, yes! Go, quickly! Your friend is very good on her own,” Mason said.

Natalie automatically moved a bit to the side to make space for Clara, who quickly fell to her knees. Natalie opened her mouth, letting Mason’s dick go, and proceeded to give it a lick along the shaft. Clara took her place in taking him into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together as Natalie and Clara alternated licking and sucking. Natalie felt Clara’s lips. Their tongues touched. Meanwhile, Clara’s brother kept grunting at each thrust, in heaven.

It thankfully didn’t take too long, and Mason came. Natalie felt hot, wet cum hitting her cheek and nose. She saw some of it in Clara’s face, too. She took a breath of relief, believing it was over. Then, a sudden wave of compulsion hit her. The cum. She had to take the cum. She met eyes with Clara. She could see how she had had the same realization. Wordlessly, she placed her hands on Clara’s shoulders and leaned forward, licking some of the cum from Clara’s face. She moved her face away. It was Clara’s turn. She felt her friend’s wet tongue lick from her lips to her cheek. They repeated back and forth a few times.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen,” Mason said.

“What just happened?” Natalie said, regaining control. The reality of what she had just done hit her. “Oh my god… What did you do to us, you creep!” She prepared herself to stand up and beat the shit out of him. But then she… didn’t. She couldn’t. A misterious voice in her subconscious said: YOU CANNOT. Call the police? NO. Tell anyone, warn others about him? NO. Her mind was racing through all the possibilities. Anything to make him pay. They were all met with the same response from within her. NO.

“Ok, you girls are freaking me out, you OK?” Mason said. Natalie realized that she had been frozen in place, still on the floor, for the last two minutes, unable to find a path of action. She realized that Clara was clearly going through the same.

“Natalie, this is freaking me out. I want to kick him in the balls. Hell, I want to kill him,” Clara said, hyperventilating. “Why can’t I do anything to him?”

“Same here. Oh my god, Clara. Please tell me we… we didn’t just do… that” Natalie replied, still in disbelief.

“Amazing, the ‘NO CONSEQUENCES’ bit was also true,” Mason said, relieved. “Shit, I need to go. I have to find more hotties before it becomes chaos once the normies catch up.” And with that, he left, leaving the two friends still frozen, on their knees, unable to fully process what was happening.

They remained like that for a few seconds. Then they broke, reality crashing on them. Clara ran to the bathroom to throw up. Natalie sat on the sofa and started crying.

Half a year later, and the world had changed. The phrase MOIS was quickly coined. Governments tried to put some order in place, but it proved to be a challenging endeavour when half the population was hardwired into actively avoiding men facing any consequences. And considering most men were greatly enjoying the rewards, any efforts to ban or persecute forced blowjobs died down.

Life moved on once the dust settled. Bills still needed to be paid, classes needed to be attended. People went back to work, and society regained its natural rhythm. With the exception, of course, that women lived under the constant threat of being asked for a blowjob.

There hadn’t been a day since Natalie hadn’t been requested by someone. Her old neighbour, a man in his sixties with a wife and two daughters. A guy at the grocery store. An old ex. Her cousin. A police officer who pulled her over for “speeding”, which Natalie knew had just been an excuse. Half of her classmates. The list kept growing. Last time she visited her parents, she saw temptation in her father’s face.

Today had been the first time she had been forced to do it in broad daylight in the middle of the street. Natalie had thought she would have gotten over the humiliation of it all, but no. This was not normal. This was awful. She had just been violated, and nobody cared. Nobody did anything. They all walked around them. And it was happening again with the redhead, who started displaying an amazing technique, clearly someone with skill. Good, Natalie thought. At this pace he will be hard again in no time

“This is so fucked up,” Natalie said out loud, not believing herself. She looked at the redhead. Poor girl clearly hadn’t been ready for this. No water bottle to be seen. Wearing a skirt instead of pants, her knees on direct contact with the concrete. “I am sorry. Here, for after.” Natalie said, leaving her bottle next to the girl. The girl mumbled something that roughly sounded like “Thank you”.

“Blondie, go away and stop distracting red. You already had your chance; it’s her turn,” the man said. Then he put his hands on the girl’s head and started face-fucking her.

And with that, Natalie left. She was late for class, and the professor liked to pick whichever girl arrived last to be his cocksucker of the lesson, and she had managed to avoid it so far.

“How about promoting the addition of more pineapple to the menu of the canteen?” Lucia said. “At least it would taste better…”

Natalie rolled her eyes in frustration that this was a serious suggestion. She didn’t know why she kept coming to these meetings. No, stop this thinking. You have to keep fighting, no matter how useless. Before MOIS, Natalie occasionally joined the feminist association meetings on her campus. They organized events and marches, raised awareness, and offered support to students who were harassed. The good fight. Nowadays, however, the meetings had become more of a resistance group, brainstorming ways to make this new life bearable. They used to fight for equal rights. They used to make the university use inclusive language. They used to protest until professors who behaved inappropriately got fired.

Now they handed out free mints to girls to “remove the taste faster”. And that was one of the few successful actions they had achieved.

“This is just capitulation. We can’t let them think we enjoy this to any degree.” Rachel, the leader of the association, said. “Come on, people, we have to focus. There has to be a way to make them… p… pay,” she said, visibly having to make a big effort to finish that sentence.

A shiver ran through Natalie, and she caught her breath. NO NO NO NO echoed in her head. It passed after a few seconds, and she could breathe normally. She looked around and saw similar reactions.

The girl next to Natalie stood up and started grabbing her things quickly. “I can’t stay here. I can’t I can’t I can’t.” She said, anxious.

“For fucks sake, Rachel, we told you to stop saying shit like this,” Lucia said, still panting, as the girl left the meeting room. It hadn’t been the first time that the mere suggestion of any form of retribution against the men set a mild panic across the group. The “NO CONSEQUENCES” compulsion was as strong as the compulsion to give head.

“Ugh… I told you… I told you guys that you can train this. You… can fight… it… it gets… easier…” Rachel said, with immense difficulty. She had to sit down.

“For three months you have been on this ‘training’ idea and look at where you are now.” Lucia reproached. “I have sent you the papers, but it doesn’t work. Look at you, you can’t even stand up.”

“It… it DOES work… we have to… ma-”

“Oh SHUT UP!” Lucia interrupted. “You are going to make everyone leave.”

There we go again, Natalie thought. Lucia and Rachel used to be in a relationship, but their two philosophies on how to tackle MOIS had made them split, very evidently unamicably. Both of them were too stubborn to leave the association, so most meetings ended in them getting into fights, two sides having formed.

“Well, at least I haven’t GIVEN UP!” Rachel said, anger at Lucia energizing her. “THIS IS NOT NORMAL, WE CAN’T GIVE OURSELVES TO MEN!”

“YOU HAVE TO FACE THE FACTS! WE CAN’T TO JACK SHIT TO THEM. BUT WE CAN STILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE!” Both of them were yelling now.

“YOU ARE A…” Rachel replied, but was interrupted. “Oh no…” she said, looking at the male student who had just opened the door.

“Thanks for yelling, I was looking for you all over the place. Come on, blowjob time.”

Rachel’s face immediately lost all indignation, and a massive smile appeared on her face. “Absolutely, sir! Where do you want it? Here? Go to your dorm? The bathroom? Want me to remove my top? Last week, you said you liked me playing with your balls. Should I do it again? I can deepthroat if you want. Do you want to finish on my boobs? Should I…” Rachel started excitedly saying. Natalie had seen this happen dozens of times at this point, but she still couldn’t fully believe it. A minority of women had non-standard, more extreme reactions to MOIS. Rachel was an “Overachiever”, as it was known. Not only would she suck someone’s dick, but she would do almost anything to make it the best blowjob possible, with unrealistic levels of enthusiasm.

Given Rachel’s reputation as “that annoying bitch feminist that’s always yelling,” combined with her fake eagerness, she quickly became the campus’s most demanded mouth. There were even rumors that two guys had managed once to talk her into being fucked from behind by one while blowing the other.

“Let’s go to my dorm room.” The guy said, extending his hand. Rachel took it, and she walked away with him, continuing to ask questions as to how she could please him better. She didn’t pick up her bag.

Nobody said anything, not even Lucia, as they didn’t want to bring attention to themselves. It was not uncommon for Rachel to suggest that the man ask for one of the girls to join her, which carried extra risks.

Three weeks prior, Natalie had been studying in the library when she overheard Rachel talking. She looked up and saw her leading a man to her. She recognized him vaguely; he was one of the maintenance guys.

“There she is, she is very good, I’m told,” Rachel said.

“SHUT UP, RACHEL!” Natalie yelled at her.

“I’m sorry, but he asked me for a hot blonde to complement my brunette. Come on, it will be fun!”

And that’s how Natalie ended on her knees in the boiler room. The worst part was that Rachel’s overachieving spilled over to Natalie. Rachel kept giving instructions whenever it was Natalie’s turn to have the man’s dick in her mouth.

“Let’s get naked! It will be hotter!”

“You have to moan, Nat!”

“Let’s play with our boobs, men like that. Wow… yours feel amazing.”

“When he comes, we will make out and share the cum, OK?”

“Remember to thank him later, men love it.”

Natalie felt herself unable not to follow them. It was extra humiliating, as she was not used to having to get naked or pretend to enjoy any of it.

Cum filled Natalie’s mouth, then Rachel sprang into action, thrusting her tongue into Natalie’s mouth to get as much cum as she could. Natalie responded with a passionate kiss.

“Holy shit… they were right, you are the best on campus,” the man said. “You over here could learn a lesson or two,” he said, pointing at Natalie. No thanks, Natalie thought, glaring at the man, while she started to lick his dick clean.

“I am so so so sorry she wasn’t to your liking, sir,” Rachel said, looking devastated. “Can I make up for it? I can give you another! Do you want me to find someone else? Please forgive me…”

“Nah, it’s alright. I have to go anyway,” the man (thankfully) cut her off.

Immediately, all the eagerness disappeared from Rachel’s face. It was uncanny how fast it happened as soon as her blowjob duties had been fulfilled.

“You fucking monster.” Rachel stood up, facing the man and raising a finger at him. Natalie had seen her chastise men like that hundreds of times in the before times, but the fact that she was fully naked really made it lose all impact. “I hope somebody bites your dick off. You are a pig, a rapist. I will… I will… I will…” Rachel couldn’t finish the threat, visibly struggling.

“If you don’t mind your tongue, I will make you find a better task for it.” the man said. Rachel closed her mouth, but her killing state remained.

While those two engaged in a staring contest, Natalie stood up quietly, approaching her clothes. When she went to put on her bra, she noticed a few droplets of jizz that had found their way to her left boob. “Ugh. Rachel, do you have any tissues? I have… some of it on me still.

That had been a mistake, and before she knew, Rachel tackled her, pushing her against the wall. “Where? Oh my god, I am so sloppy. Stand still, I will lick you clean.” She had regressed back again. Natalie attempted to protest, but she was cut off. “I SAID STAND STILL. I HAVE TO TAKE ALL OF THE CUM.” Natalie’s body obeyed.

Natalie felt Rachel’s tongue all over her body, while she was back against the wall, frozen, not wearing anything. It took a solid 10 minutes until Rachel was satisfied. The maintenance guy, meanwhile, sat on a chair and started recording on his phone. That video now had 80 thousand views.

Despite that experience, Natalie agreed with most girls on campus. They were glad that Rachel was around, drawing attention away from them. The one week Rachel had been sick with a cold, Natalie had to suck noticeably more dicks. Nonetheless, seeing the leader of the association being taken away like that in the middle of the discussion killed any wind it had, so the meeting was concluded early.

Natalie decided to go home. She made a balance of her day. The guy on the street in the morning. The professor, as she had arrived late. Her classmate Nick, who asked her for one every day during lunch. Three, roughly her daily average. Her record was thirteen in a single day, most of them being from a group of drunk tourists that took turns with her.

She was walking on the same street where she had blown that guy earlier in the day, and saw a sizeable congregation of people standing around something. She got closer, and she was shocked. There he was, the same guy. He was sitting on a bench. In front of him, on her knees, was the redhead. That had been eight hours ago! At that moment, the guy came, repeating the same grunt that Natalie had heard that morning. What she didn’t expect was the massive moan of pleasure from the redhead, her body stiffening, waves of pleasure hitting her.

The crowd cheered at her orgasm. Natalie had heard of Finishers, girls who came simultaneously with the guy. They were quite rare. There were some who were jealous of them, as reports indicated that their orgasms were mind-blowing.

As soon as the redhead’s heavy breathing settled, she grabbed the waterbottle that Natalie had given her earlier and rinsed her mouth heavily. Her makeup was all smeared, her hair disheveled. Her clothes had multiple cumstains.

“I… I beg you… Please let me go…” the girl begged. She didn’t try to run away again.

“Again! Again! Again!” Voices from the crowd chanted. Male voices, obviously.

“What’s going on?” Natalie asked a nerdy-looking guy next to her.

“This guy just earned 1500 bucks; they’ve been going at it all day.”

“All day?” Natalie said in disbelief. She had been clinging to the hope that the girl had been commanded on her way back home. But to be like this all day?

“Yup! I’ve been here for an hour, but I was watching from home before. See that guy over there with the camera? He has 4 million subs on Twitch. He saw him facefucking the girl this morning, and she came right on camera. He offered him one thousand bucks for each time he made her cum like that.”

Natalie was horrified. She realized that that could have easily been her if timing had worked out a bit differently. These kinds of streamers had become more and more popular.

The streamer approached the pair. “Amazing! Chat, give it up for Charlie over here. You guys too!” he said, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. “Now, we are close to hitting the 8-hour mark. How are you feeling? Ready to give up? Or are you happy with the $1500 you have earned?”

“Please…” the redhead said, sobbing softly, but the men ignored her.

“You know, I gotta say, I am pretty spent. I think I gotta bow out.”

Friendly boos were heard from the audience, though nobody was really expecting him to go much longer.

“So I… I can go?” The redhead asked.

Natalie knew what was coming next, and she could see it in the girl’s eyes, too. This was just the beginning. There was no chance in hell that the people who came all this way to see this spectacle wouldn’t want a piece of her.

“Suck my dick!” A guy from the crowd yelled.

“And mine!”

“Mine too!”

The girl sighed and crawled towards the first guy. Natalie pitied her, but, once again, she had nothing she could do. Time to go home.

“Well, that’s done. I brought $2000 with me, so I have 500 bucks missing, an owner… And you know what that means! Challenge time! Natalie saw that the crowd of fans was expecting something. These content creators always were throwing money around. The streamer thought a bit, the crowd going silent. Then, he suddenly shouted.”FIRST ONE TO CUM IN SOME BITCH WINS!”

*Damn it*, Natalie thought, resigned. But that was how the MOIS world worked. Pandemonium started, the fans scrambling to find any female. The nerdy guy and Natalie exchanged looks. She was already dropping to her knees by the time he finished talking.