Date: Sun, 22 Mar 2009 21:54:19 +0000
From: TT <treacletower@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Peter and Jay Part 11

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Part 11

A few hours later, Peter was startled by Lucy come thundering down the
stairs and grabbing him by the ear as he watched TV.

"Why is Jay asleep in your bed?" she asked bluntly.

"Um, he felt tired so I said he could sleep there."

"Why has he got no clothes on Peter?" asked Lucy, tightening her grip on
Peter's left ear.

"Ow!  Why were you in my room?" asked Peter, trying to change the
subject as he tried to shake off Lucy's grip.

"Dad asked me to empty all the rubbish bins in all the rooms, if you
must know."  She knelt down next to her brother.  "What's going on
Peter?  I haven't forgotten that you tied yourself up in the back
garden, you know.  Have you two been tying each other up again?"

"I, Um," started Peter, thinking on the spot about how to answer this.
"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't."  Lucy didn't buy this response, she
knew something wasn't right but couldn't quite put her finger on it.
She'd had her suspicions for quite some time now, after Jay suddenly
stopped hanging around with her for no apparent reason.  She'd also seen
them together talking at school and unbeknown to both boys, Lucy knew
that Peter had been handcuffed to the girl's school showers, but not
that Jay had done it.  It had seemed strange at the time, but Lucy had
noticed that Jay had also drifted away from his makeshift gang that he'd
formed himself.

She'd always had a nagging feeling about her brother's sexuality, due to
the fact that she had gone through three boyfriends whereas Peter, prior
to Lauren, had shown no interest in girls his own age even when they had
been throwing themselves at his feet for a date.  The fact that she'd
found Jay Brown in Peter's bed with no clothes on seemed to confirm what
she'd kind of knew all along.

"Fine, whatever."  As Lucy left, Peter breathed a sigh of relief - he'd
got away with that one.  By 9pm Peter thought it would about time Jay
went home so he went upstairs.

"Jay?" asked Peter.  "Get up, you gotta go."  He pulled back the duvet
cover and shook Jay gently to wake him up.

"Wha... what time is it?" asked Jay groggily.  He glanced at the bedroom
clock, muttered profanity under his breath and rapidly dressed like
there was no tomorrow.  As he began to leave the room, Jay turned round
to face Peter.

"Thanks.  For, you know what before."

"No problem."  They hugged each other briefly.  "See ya."

"Not if I see you first," replied Jay, giving Peter a sly smile at this
witty comment.  Peter gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Jay left the
room and subsequently the house.  As soon as he'd gone, Lucy poked her
head around Peter's doorframe.

"You've been up to something with Jay haven't you?" she asked.  "I heard
you two and your 'Thanks for you know what' and what sounded like a smooch!"

"I ain't done nothing," said Peter, as he tried in vain not to blush at
this remark.

"You're in love with him aren't you?"  Peter shook his head, now unable
to control his blushing.  It was always obvious when Peter was lying,
because he wasn't very good at it, his body language always gave the
game away and his face turned into a pained expression.  "Have you slept
together?  Felt each other up?"

"No!" exclaimed Peter, his eyes widening at the remark.  He was now
actively fidgeting with his hands, a true sign of nervousness.
"Never."  He wished he could pull off lying.

"You're a gay aren't you?" laughed Lucy.  Peter didn't bother denying
it, it was pointless - his sister had been spying on him from a distance
and put the pieces together.  "I knew it!  My twin brother is a poof!
Dad won't keep poofs in this house!  I'll go and tell him and make you a
homeless poof!"

"No!" said Peter, grabbing Lucy's arm.  He was now visibly shaking.  "No
blackmail, just please don't tell.  Not for a while anyway, I want to
tell him myself.  Please Luce?"

Lucy really wanted to watch the shit hit the proverbial fan, but she
also needed proof that Peter and Jay were doing stuff together.  No
point spilling the beans without backup.  She continued to observe her
brother's comings and goings, just waiting for an opportunity to stick
the knife in and twist it all the way round and then some more.

To her delight, an opportunity presented itself about a week later.
She'd spotted Peter and Jay disappearing together into The Vic so Lucy
fabricated an excuse for Ben Mitchell to get involved.  Lucy gave it ten
minutes or so to let Peter lust over Jay and then phoned Ben up with a
premise to borrow one of Jay's video games.  With any luck Ben would
make up a dance about it in some public fashion and out Peter that way.
Either that or he'll tell Phil.

In Jay's bedroom at The Vic, Peter lay naked on the floor, his wrists
tied together behind one of the bedposts.  He'd been obsessively
masturbating again so he had asked Jay to put him in his chastity belt
for a few days.  He had found this a great aid to control himself - as
much as Peter loved masturbating, he knew there was a point where it
can't be healthy - nine times in the last week was probably not good.

Jay gave the boy one thorough wank, teasing him with a mixture of long,
slow strokes and occasional quick pulsating ones.  He dribbled
lubrication over Peter's penis to speed things up.  This did the trick
and Peter found himself ready to shoot his load, this he announced to
Jay so he could quickly arrange to collect the semen.  Once Jay was
ready, he flogged the penis to get the juices.

It was at that point Peter could have died - the bedroom door swung open
and in walked his uncle, Ben Mitchell.  As soon as Peter and Jay
collapsed eyes on Ben, the tissues fell off Peter's body just as he
ejaculated.  So much for not making a mess.

"What you doing?" asked Ben.

"I, um... yes well," babbled Peter, feeling himself going bright red.
He knew he shouldn't have let Jay talk him into tying his hands.

"Fuck off you, it's private.  Ain't you ever heard of knocking?" shouted
Jay.

"I only want a game," replied Ben, not quite sure where to look
anymore.  "Why is Peter naked?  And why is your hand on his dick?"  The
more Ben visually digested the scene before him, the more curious he became.

"Our secret," said Jay quickly.  Ben had had his fill of secrets before,
having been regularly pinched and bullied by Stella so the word "secret"
should have set off alarm bells in his head.  Here was Peter Beale,
naked and tied.  He didn't look hurt, in fact the way his face changed
when Jay squeezed Peter's penis again immediately told Ben that Peter
was enjoying having Jay's hand on his genitals.  He wasn't keen on Ben
standing there in the doorway, mind you.

"This is that wanking thing isn't it?" asked Ben, having a sudden flash
of recognition.  "We've learnt about it in school."  Ben shut the door
and came across to where Peter lay, his erection quickly subsiding.
"Can I have a go?"

"What?  No!" exclaimed Peter.  "Let me go!"  Jay ignored this plea, and
cleaned up Peter as best he could with the tissues before inviting Ben
to get involved.  Ben knelt down next to Peter and gazed at Peter's
shrinking organ.

"Hold it, it ain't gonna sodding bite ya!" said Jay.  He took Ben's
right hand and guided it to wrap around Peter's penis.  "Up and down,
keep going slowly, like."  Following Jay's coaching, Peter had a fresh
hard erection once again.  Jay encouraged the boy to keep going and
bring Peter gradually towards climax.  After about twenty minutes of
active regular masturbation, a humilated Peter had no choice but to
ejaculate once again in front of Ben.  He'd tried desperately not to
shoot but Jay knew how to manipulate the boy in every way possible to
prevent this.

"Cool!" exclaimed Ben.  "What's all this white stuff on my hand?"

"It's cum.  He made it," replied Jay, pointing at Peter.  "What goes up
a chick's arse to make a baby, like.  You can eat it too.  Tastes like
sugar."  Ben pulled a face at this, which was nothing compared to what
he saw next.  Handing Ben a tissue, Jay proceeded to lick the semen
straight off Peter's stomach.  When he popped his tongue into Peter's
belly button, the naked youth literally gurgled like a baby.

"That's disgusting!" said Ben, not quite sure whether he wanted to be
sick or not.  "You can't do that, you're not 16."

"Just shut the fuck up, will ya?  I'll show ya something disgusting.
Wank him off again," ordered Jay.  As Ben followed this order and
brought Peter to erection, he was surprised to see Jay guide Peter's
penis into his mouth.

"What the..?"

"Wank the wanker, you wanker.  Fucking hell Ben, did I tell you to stop
or are you just stupid?"  Ben continued to stroke Peter's genitals and
this was followed a short time later by slobbering and the occasional
sounds of sucking.  He looked up to see Jay's lips wrapped around the
upper half of Peter's erect penis.

"Um, that's... interesting," murmured Ben, trying not to look at this
scenario for any longer than he had to.  Ben wrapped a few layers of
tissue around his hand before continuing to masturbate Peter at a faster
pace, not really wanting Jay's drool all over him.  "You actually enjoy
this?" he called over to Peter.  "Looks nasty."

"He loves it, don't you Pete?" said Jay through mouthfuls of sweaty
penis.  When Ben looked round Jay at Peter the boy was actually nodding
his head!  Peter began to hump his body up and down on the floor as he
felt Jay's tongue running over the head of his penis.

When Peter finally ejaculated half an hour later, his penis was drenched
in Jay's saliva, Ben's tissue was soaked and Peter was so hot and sweaty
all over his body he looked like he'd been in a hot sauna.  It was when
Ben glanced at Jay that he couldn't take any more - he'd seen a layer of
semen smeared across Jay's mouth.  The thought of drinking this "cum"
stuff straight ouf of Peter's body was enough to make Ben retch.  He
quickly left the room to be sick in the toilet, bringing up all his
dinner in the process.

While Ben was out the room, Jay set up a room fan to blow air across
Peter's sweat drenched torso to cool him down.  Without saying another
word, he slide Peter's chastity device underneath him, pulled it into
place, fed the boy's penis into appropriate avenues to prevent erection,
and locked it up, just as Peter wanted.  Ben came back in at this point,
to see a thin metalic device around Peter's waist.  Naturally he queried
it, not quite sure whether he was going to have to throw up again.

"Stops a wanker from wanking," replied Jay.  He invited Ben to have a
feel, poke and attempt to find Peter's genitals.  The boy had no success
at this.  "I got the key," continued Jay, "so if Pete wants a wank, he's
gotta ask us.  He wanks too much, that's why his nob is so fuckin'
tiny!"  Ben giggled at this.

Humiliation over, Jay finally untied Peter's wrists.  The first thing he
did was to rapidly get dressed and attempt to flee the building.  Peter
was cut off at the door by Jay, who swore Ben to top level secrecy not
to tell anybody in any way, shape or form.

"Tell and I'll chop his nob off," said Jay, jerking his thumb in Peter's
direction, "and then I'll lamp ya shitless, Ben, before chopping your
dick off and ramming it up your nosey fucking arse.  Bealey here would
probably love that though so I'd just shove his dick down your gob."

"I promise," said Ben.  "I'll tell nobody.  Scout's honour.  Dib dib dib..."

"Shut.  Up.  Stop being a tit.  Just say 'Yes Jay' and then shut the
fuck up.  Scouts honour, dibbing, what bollocks!" retorted Jay.  "Shall
I just chop your nob off now to save buggering about later on?"

"No, it'll be fine," blubbered Ben.  "I'll say nothing.  Can I go now?"

"Fuck off then."  Ben left the room at this point.  He'd been told by
Lucy that whatever Jay said, threatened or did to or with him was not to
be taken personally by Ben.  She couldn't quite understand why her
brother had fallen for a foul-mouthed chav when there was plenty of nice
looking boys in Walford High.  Lucy kept Ben on look-out for a while to
keep track.

Over the next couple of months, Jay implemented a solution to curb
Peter's masturbationary tendencies.  He left the kid chaste for a few
days, beat him off and then gradually increased the number of days
between sexual relief.  Jay left Peter chaste for a day, then jacked him
off, left him chaste for two days, and jacked him off again, and so on.
With this method, Peter was easily able to go five, six days between
sessions, with willpower.  Eventually Jay forced his friend to go ten
days between each masturbation session.  This took more effort and
distraction on Peter's part to help himself.

Jay planned to enforce this routine on Peter for about six weeks, and so
began to increase the gaps between relief.  His ultimate aim was to get
Peter to jack off monthly, however deep down he knew it wasn't going to
happen but it'd be fun anyway to watch Peter squirm.

Peter loved being controlled and dominated in this fashion so he was
only too keen to throw himself into Jay's way of thinking, plus it would
force him to try and curb his masturbatory urges.  The chastity belt was
the best thing he'd ever bought.

Under this regime, Jay would only masturbate Peter for a maximum of
twenty minutes or until he ejaculated, whichever came first, and then
subdue the kid's erection as quickly as possible.  In most cases Peter
would be in his belt again in less than five minutes.  He would
regularly handcuff Peter's hands behind his back before removing the
belt, teasing Peter with "look, but only I can touch" comments.

Because Ben was hanging around like a bad smell waiting to see if Peter
and Jay were going to do something, Jay realistically had little option
but to let him in.  To accommodate the kid Jay changed the arrangements
- he put Ben in charge of jacking Peter off and himself of disposing of
the boy's semen.  After Peter's first 10 day chaste experience Jay
chained Peter naked to Ben's bed in a four-point restraint and removed
the belt.  Peter's erection sprang into life pretty much right away.  He
ordered Ben to jack Peter off while he rubbed down Peter's stomach.  On
that occasion Jay licked the semen from Peter's stomach and chastised
him once again.

Ten days later, same situation, same setup.  Jay cranked the hormone
factor up this time by drinking the semen straight from Peter's penis.
The horny youth's eyes spread far and wide when he saw Jay stripping
off, and even more so when he lay on top of Peter's body, his backside
floating in front of the boy's face.  Every time Jay farted Peter could
immediately tell what the kid had been eating recently.  On one occasion
he had to ask Ben for a peg for his nose as Jay had previously eaten far
too many beans.

Another ten days of secure chastity for Peter passed.  This time on his
day of relief Jay would move the venue to Peter's house.  Ben tipped
Lucy off about this and it gave her the perfect opportunity to bring her
own plan to fruitation.  If she was going to get her incredibly
irritating twin brother kicked out of her life, this was as good a way
as any.  She knew Ian had plans for both Peter and herself to inherit
the family portfolio of businesses, but with Peter out of the way, more
money for Lucy when it was time to sell!

Lucy set up an online hosting account and played with the webcam in
Peter's bedroom and its settings to feed the online account with new
grabs every few seconds with streaming capability.  After a bit more
fiddling and use of her laptop, Lucy was able to pull the live streaming
feed out of Peter's webcam.  Peter never switched his computer off, but
he didn't spend all day downloading music from Limewire - Lucy did and
she had more pop-ups on her laptop that she'd had hot dinners.  Poking
around on Peter's PC for the heck of it, Lucy found her brother didn't
have a fat lot on it, save for schoolwork, the odd picture of some
blonde tart and a collection of MP3 music having been ripped from the
original CDs.

Leaving the PC and the house, Lucy found an unsecured wireless internet
signal with her laptop and connected to it successfully.  She tested the
webcam.  After about ten minutes she witnessed Jane running the vaccum
cleaner across Peter's floor.  It was working!

Three days later, the smile turned to frustration as her plan showed
signs of falling apart.  She'd caught Peter on his webcam staring
blankly at his computer monitor presumably internet surfing.  He kept
looking down at his crotch though.  In hindsight, Lucy thought, I should
have put LogMeIn or whatever on Peter's PC just to really screw with his
mind.

As luck would have it though, Lucy later spotted activity coming from
Peter's room - her brother, Ben and Jay entering.  She mentally prepared
herself for some potentially disturbing viewing and connected to the
live stream, recording the stream as she went.  Lucy watched the events
unfold.

Peter took off his shirt to expose his bare upper body as Ben shut the
bedroom door and Jay fiddled around under the bed for the necessary
equipment.  Peter sat himself down on the bed as Jay whispered into
Ben's ear what they were going to do.  Ben then ordered Peter onto the
bed, hands up.  Jay distracted Peter by straddling his midrift and
tapping his nipples.  While this was happening, Peter was well aware of
the pink fluffy handcuffs being locked to his wrists by Ben.  Peter
gazed in bewilderment as Jay began to take his shirt off, distracting
Peter long enough so Ben could fasten him to the bedposts.  Jay
eventually proceeded to take nothing off at all.

Ben ran round the bed and proceeded to remove Peter's trainers and
socks, while Jay shuffled down his body to pin his legs.  Without
warning, Ben grabbed a toothbrush from Peter's box of tricks and began
to run it up and down the soles of Peter's feet, causing Peter to giggle
and try to pull his feet back.  After a short while Jay rolled off the
bed and invited Ben to strip the boy.

Ben unbuttoned and pulled down the jeans and underwear from Peter's
body, to expose his chastity belt still firmly locked in place.  Ben
pulled the clothing off Peter's body while Jay shuffled him down the bed
slightly, then Ben chained Peter's ankles securely to the bedposts.  Jay
removed the belt from Peter and the two boys left him trapped there,
fully expoed, while they went to the bathroom with the belt.

"Don't get hard," scoffed Jay.

"Don't go anywhere," Ben chimed in, thinking he was spouting witty remarks.

"Shut it, you prat," hissed Jay.  He put a damp sponge on Peter's limp
genitals and left him.

The boys were out for about twenty minutes, as Peter struggled
helplessly; whatever he thought of started an erection.  Whatever he
gazed at in the room was sexualised in his mind.  If he closed his eyes,
his imagination took over and went down a route that would inevitably
spark an erection.

When Ben returned to the room, he picked up the toothbrush once again
and proceeded to attack Peter's soles again with it.  Peter found to his
immense frustration he couldn't pull his feet away, nor could he bend
his arms or legs.  He lay in the middle of the bed, fully stretched out,
not aching or in any great discomfort yet Peter was effectively
paralysed and defenceless.  All he could do was attempt to discourage
Ben's tickling by waving his feet around on the bed.  This wasn't
particularly difficult for Ben to diffuse - grab Peter's toes, hold them
firmly and the sole is his for the taking.

While Peter giggled and thrashed about on the bed, he failed to spot Jay
enter the room with a clean chastity cage and some warm soapy water in a
beerglass.  Using a spare toothbrush, Jay began to run the brush over
Peter's scrotum.  Ben dropped the tickle attack and using the same
toothbrush he'd just attacked Peter's feet with, began to lightly scrub
Peter's penis.  Both boys dipped their brushes in the water on occasion.

Being ever so careful not to trigger an erection in their subject, Jay
and Ben worked methodically all over Peter's genitals and pubic area to
clean him up in preparation for what was coming next.  All Peter knew
that he was going to have a wank.

By this point Lucy didn't quite know how to feel - guilty for spying on
her own brother, disgust for seeing him in this situation, or
embarrassed for seeing her brother naked, an occasion she had been glad
to see the back of since the age of 6.  The sight of pink fluff around
her brother's wrists gave Lucy a rough idea of how long this charade has
been going on for.

She could only watch at what happened next - Jay had started to strip
off by now, provoking a feeling of jealously inside Lucy's mind.  He'd
never once stripped off for her!  Lucy also felt jealous towards her own
brother, and her desires to get him out of her life forever
intensified.  She'd shop the entire session to her father who'd
hopefully flog Peter to within an inch of his life never mind what does
or does not happen upstairs.

After rummaging around in Peter's box of bondage equipment, Jay
clambered onto the bed, his arse in front of Peter's face.  As
previously agreed, Ben handcuffed Jay's hands behind his back and cuffed
his ankles together underneath Peter's arms, trapping him in that
position.  Jay wanted to see if he could get Peter off using only his
tongue and mouth.

"After ten minutes, blindfold both of us," ordered Jay.  "I'll try and
get meself off too.  Stop us after twenty minutes."  Pulling at his
wrists to check the restraints, Jay gave Ben the order to start the charade.

He watched as Ben gently dried Peter's damp penis with a towel.  He then
moved the tip of the organ to Jay's lips.  After a few seconds, Jay
opened up, Ben guided it in and gazed as Jay wrapped his lips around the
other boy's organ.

As he watched Jay run his mouth and tongue around Peter's bits while
effectively humping Peter's stomach, Ben felt saddened that he had told
this all to Lucy.  The sight of Peter and Jay being all over each other,
doing things with each other in this fashion was strangely compelling to
watch.  Ben found himself curiously wanting a go, his own penis growing
in his trousers.

Feeling Jay's rough tongue running around his genitals reminded Peter of
the unfortunate occasion when he'd tried to masturbate himself with some
sandpaper.  Not only had it bloody hurt at the time, it had cut his skin
as well and effectively stopped him masturbating.  Now he had extra
damage potential here as Jay could quite easily bite him.  Jay had
promised him he wouldn't bite, and trust was a major part of this
relationship in any case - if it weren't he'd still be lying in the back
garden now.  He could feel his penis beginning to grow as Jay attacked
it with his tongue.

Five minutes later, the sight of Jay squirming about on Peter's body
making light grunting noises was too much for Ben - he couldn't wait any
longer.  He shed his clothes to reveal an erection of his own, sat down
on the edge of the bed and began to masturbate himself furiously, in
direct sight of the webcam.  Lucy's eyes widened enormously at this, not
knowing whether to be sick or not.  She nearly dropped the laptop at
what Ben did next.
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