Nuclear Locked, Part 5

[Part 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/ChastityStories/comments/169chok/nuclear_locked_part_4/)

Being Old Main, the building had lots of items in it David could use.

The freezer was pretty much a loss, as were the ovens and grills, but there were plenty of canned foods he could use. Enough to feed a student body for a month. Or one person for his lifetime.

As for cooking, the dead trees across campus provided plenty of firewood.

The botany department has seeds and facilities to get them up to potted plant size. Then there was plenty of land around the building to make a garden.

There was even plenty of edible mushrooms to devote a shaded area for all the protein he’d need.

The stacks of Old Main had proved fruitless on lockpicking techniques. Turns out nowadays everyone either used drills to core out locks or use lock pick guns. Without electricity or the internet, David couldn’t refer to old Lockpicking Lawyer videos on YouTube.

And, of course, Rachael was a genius, so she devised a system to entomb his cock that couldn’t be defeated by the tools available to him.

He had looked to prostate stimulation for some relief, but he was a biochemist, not a anatomist. Books helped in theory, but the angle was never right for him to probe his own ass well.

Bad experiences with suppositories in his youth also proved a detriment, giving him apprehension to go too far.

Resigned to his life, David found things to keep his mind off his trapped cock. He built a stone oven in the courtyard. He learned to make bread from the bags of flour in the kitchen. He grew crops and chopped wood.

He even found a few acorns in the biology storage area, and started to grow some trees. They wouldn’t be usable for years, but the felled trees in his immediate area would serve him until then.

His biggest lament was all the meat that had spoiled. And the bombs had killed all the other animals. He had found some jerky stored away, which he dried further to pemmican so he could make it last longer. But otherwise, he’d have to live a vegan lifestyle when the canned stuff ran out.

Aside from his chastity cage, David would live a happy life. Lonely, but happy.

At least that’s what he thought until he went to his garden one day, and found much of the plants gone. There were no animals, no birds, not even bacteria on the soil.

So where did they go?