Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 00:21:27 +0000
From: treacletower@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Peter and Jay Part 2

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Part 2

Early the next morning, Peter awoke in his own room.  A good night's
sleep after three days in the airing cupboard was bliss.  Pushing back
the bedcovers, Peter rolled out of bed and pulled the curtains back.
Squinting at the morning sunshine, it was time to get dressed.

When Peter pulled open his wardrobe doors, there were no clothes for him
at all.  Not even a pair of socks.  Even his school uniform had
disappeared.  Perhaps Jane had decided in a moment of madness to dump
everything over at the laundrette for an early-morning wash.  'To heck
with it, I'll have some breakfast first'.

Downstairs, Peter made himself some toast and some orange juice.  As he
sat at the table with the morning newspaper there was some activity
coming from upstairs.  Ghosts?  Nah, probably Jane.  Peter finished
breakfast and walked back upstairs into his room.

There, Lucy and Jay confronted him, both decked out in school uniform.
They had stripped his bed down to mattress level, leaving covers all
over the floor.

Peter went to the wardrobe again just to make sure he wasn't seeing
things and found it equally empty.  A sideways glance at Jay and Peter's
body language told him they'd had something to do with this.

"Where's my uniform?" asked Peter.  "I need my uniform."

"You don't need anything," said Lucy cryptically.  "Little boys who tie
themselves up don't need clothes.  Today you'll be wearing your suit."
Peter shot her a look of abject confusion.  "Don't be so thick Peter!"

"I'll show you your suit," said Jay.  He jumped towards Peter and forced
him to the floor.  Holding his wrists with one hand, Jay quickly pulled
Peter's pyjama top up over his head while Lucy straddled Peter's body.
With a quick swap, the item of clothing was entirely free of Peter's
body.  Meanwhile Lucy pulled her brother's pyjama bottoms down and off
his legs in one fell swoop while he was distracted.

"That's right," mocked Lucy.  "Today you're going to be wearing your
birthday suit.  It'll teach you not to ignore us when we tell you to do
something." As Jay clambered off, Peter lay there and knew he was as
naked as the day he was born.  His first instinct was to cover himself
up with his hands.

"Move your fucking hands," ordered Jay.  Peter reluctantly obeyed, going
bright red in the face.  Jay was now able to get a good look at Peter's
genitals.  "Is that it, that little stub?" he laughed.  "Fuckin' hell!
Any smaller it wouldn't be there!  I'll make it bigger," he mocked,
moving towards Peter who could only stare at him wide-eyed.  He
immediately covered himself up with his hands again but Jay was just
about to grab and forcibly shift his hands when Peter was saved.

"Kids!" drifted Ian's voice up the stairs.  "Come on kids, you're gonna
be late for school!"  Peter sighed with relief, while Lucy just glared
at him with a look that would have made Medusa proud and could have
probably turned Peter to stone on the spot.  Jay moved round behind
Peter and pulled his arms behind his back.

"Okay dad, we're coming," she shouted down the stairs before moving
towards the writhing Peter.  She knelt down close into his face and
looked him deep in the eye before resting a finger on his chest.
"You're lucky this time," she hissed at him, in a tone that was hurtful
to Peter.  "Your clothes are in the red box along the landing, you can
wear them today but you mark my words, you will be going to school in
your birthday suit whatever it takes.  Lucy Beale always gets what she
wants."  As she spoke, Lucy ran her finger along Peter's chest, stopping
at his left nipple.  She tapped his nipple with her fingernail in time
with her speech, each one hammering home her point to her brother.

"Get yourself here after school or else," Jay whispered into Peter's
right ear.  He then blew heavily into Peter's left ear before throwing
the boy to the floor.  He and Lucy left the room, leaving the
embarrassed Peter to retrieve his clothes and get dressed.  He had
neglected to tell them that he had football practice after school but
Peter figured he'd call Lucy and Jay's bluff tonight.

Throughout the school day, Peter tried not to let the morning's events
concern him, however Jay blowing in his ear had given him earache.
During break time Jay walked past tapping his watch as if to remind him
about tonight.  On the one hand Peter had enjoyed his previous
experience of being tied up and effectively held hostage by Jay, but he
wasn't sure how far Jay and Lucy were prepared to go with him - could
they end up killing him?

3:30pm came round, Jay's warning of "come straight home" rang in his
ears.  Ignoring it, he went straight to football practice, earache
having finally worn off.  Fortunately, for him Jay was not on the
football team any more, having been kicked off it a couple of weeks
earlier for fighting with other players.  Peter could practice in peace
with his fellow teammates.

All was fine until about twenty past four.  Peter was all set up to
score a goal when he saw two figures peering over the school fence.  He
recognised them as Jay and Lucy, just as he mis-hit the football.  It
hit the crossbar, bounced back out and smacked Peter right in the side
of the head - on the same side he'd had earache for four hours earlier!
He was able to stay standing up, but he was clearly dazed.  The trainer
advised him to go home and rest.  Two of his teammates accompanied him
back to the changing rooms where Peter dismissed them.

There, he changed and prepared to leave, however he was in for a
surprise at the door when his exit was blocked by somebody half his
height with twice the attiude.

"Oi!"  Jay shouted as he entered the changing rooms, followed by Lucy.
"You dirty little poofter.  Get here, now!"

"You're not my boss!" shouted Peter, loud enough for his voice to echo
off the back wall.  "Now shift!"  He went to push Jay forward but Jay
grabbed his arm first and pulled him back into the changing room before
grabbing Peter by his shirt collar.

"Listen, Bealey-boy.  I don't like your gob.  You've no respect.  You're
a mouthy little arse with no guts, I didn't like you from day one and I
don't like you not obeying your sis."

"Jay!  Leave it," interrupted Lucy.  "Let's go home."  Peter could see
from the look on her face that she didn't want things to have had to
come to this.

"Home!" exclaimed Jay, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head
"Good idea.  Peter's coming with us."  He pulled out two pair of
handcuffs from the set that Peter had accidentally sealed his own
destiny with in the back garden just a few days ago.  Jay handcuffed his
left wrist to Peter's right and Lucy took up the other handcuff.  With
no warning to Peter, the pair set off home.  They were unchallenged
until they arrived back at 45 Albert Square.

Lucy and Jay rushed Peter up the stairs so fast his feet hardly touched
the floor.  Back in Peter's room, the door was locked, the handcuffs
came off Peter's wrists and Jay stripped him naked once again.  Lucy
stripped the bed and told Peter to lie on it as he stood there covering
himself up again, eying up the door hoping for his father to call them
again.  No such luck this time.

"No, I've a better idea," Jay suddenly said, catching Peter in
mid-stride.  "Giz your hands."  Peter could immediately guess what was
going to happen, a rush of adrenalin ran through him.  Could he go ahead
with this, he though to himself, as he held his hands out in front of
him.  "Turn around, hands behind your back.  Hands in front is for
poofs, but you should have known that already," snapped Jay.  Peter
followed this order and felt the chill of cold metal on his wrists and
the warmness of Jay's hands on his, followed by the click of the lock on
the handcuffs.  Now he was committed.

The telephone rang from the landing, prompting Lucy to leave and answer
it.  Peter sat on the stripped bed and watched as Jay pulled out his key
ring and put Peter's handcuff key onto it.  There was no way he'd be
seeing that any time soon.  He could only now go with the flow as the
key ring disappeared back into Jay's zip pocket.  He learnt that as soon
as Lucy came back they would go do something fun.

Peter gazed at Jay, who had turned his attention towards flicking
through Peter's music collection.  He really liked something about Jay.
He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was something nagging
in the back of his mind about the chav schoolboy that Peter really
liked.  He couldn't stop thinking about that moment earlier where Jay's
warm hands touched his, to a point where he could feel his penis
becoming harder.  Quickly he changed his thoughts to something less racy.

"I have some stuff for our game," said Lucy upon her return.  She had a
big long-sleeved coat and some sandals.  "If in doubt, wrap the coat
around Peter and shove the shoes on him.  If we're caught parading him
around naked, I'll get it in the neck from dad."

"We'll run down the allotments, get his feet dirty," said Jay, thinking
aloud.  "After the allotments, we can do wherever."

Lucy wrapped the coat round her naked brother and fastened the middle,
top and bottom buttons.  From a distance, it covered the boy's entire
body.  She put the sandals in one of the pockets.  Happy with the
arrangements, all three went down the stairs and quietly left via the
front door to avoid disturbing Jane in the kitchen.

This was a strange new experience for Peter Beale; walking around a
public place like Albert Square wearing nothing but a long overcoat.  As
he walked, flanked by Lucy and Jay, he couldn't help wondering what the
reactions would be of the people if they knew what was happening here.

By the time the trio arrived at the allotments, Peter's bare feet were
hurting slightly, having had to walk across gravel and stone chippings.
There was nobody around at the allotments and nobody in sight of coming
to the allotments so Jay was quick to slip the coat off Peter.  A slight
cool breeze hit his body.

While Lucy kept a watch for anybody who might be on their way, Jay's
warm hands held Peter's lower arms firmly.  He walked Peter all over the
allotments, across the grass, occasionally into fresh soil.  One braver
venture was to pour a bucket of water onto some grass to make it soggy
and force Peter to stand in it for a few seconds.  The blonde schoolboy
wasn't particularly keen on it as it went between his toes, but
strangely enough, he felt happy to be under Jay's control whatever
happened.  He could do this all day.

Lucy, by comparison, wasn't as hands-on with him as Jay was.  She
decided to mostly walk around the premise a few times with him with a
tendency of just showing him off.  By the time Lucy had had enough,
Peter's soles were virtually clean from the grass.

Jay decided to up the ante at this point.  He spotted a big muddy puddle
just outside the perimeter of the allotments.  Informing Lucy of his
destination, Jay took Peter to this puddle and bent him over far enough
backwards to lose his balance and fall in.  The mud splashed
everywhere.  Peter in a slight panic tried to get up and out but
couldn't pull his hands forward.  Jay found this an amusing situation to
observe but watching Peter caked in mud gave him a new idea.

Rather than helping Peter out, Jay's hand went straight to Peter's groin
and gently took hold of his muddy penis and began to gently stroke it.
This caught Peter off-guard but he now couldn't help staring at his own
penis becoming slowly more erect the more stimulation it received.  Even
through the mud, Peter could still feel the warm of Jay's hand coming
through.

All too soon though, this stopped and Jay pulled Peter from the puddle.
With wet mud dripping off his body, Peter was frogmarched back into the
perimeter of the allotments and to a water butt.  Lucy and Jay both used
water from the water butt to clean Peter's face of mud but deliberately
left the rest of his body untouched - he'd have to have a bath or shower
later, Jay had decided.  Lucy draped the coat over her brother, fastened
it up and they took him back home.  En route, they deliberately had him
walk through stray puddles, over loose collections of pebbles and had
him kick his toes into the gutters.

The trio quietly went back into the house to find it empty, Jane had
left a note saying she'd be back soon.  Jay ripped Peter's coat from him
and roughly manhandled the boy up the stairs back into his room.  A
glance at the clock told him he'd been gone just over an hour.  Lucy
looked him up and down; dried mud caked all over his body.  She asked
Peter what had happened just to humiliate him even though she'd
witnessed it all previously.

"The fucking poof fell in," Jay fibbed, shooting Peter a knowing look.
"Thought he saw somebody coming and dived forward.  Splash!"

"We'd better clean him up before dad and Jane get back.  Then I'm going
out.  Fun's over for today."

"Peter's a good boy; he ain't gonna grass us up, are you Peter?"  Lucy
gave Jay a peck on the check.

"Be a good boy Peter!" she said, disappearing out the door and into her
own room.

"Now you're mine.  All mine."

"Bring it on!" exclaimed Peter.  "Do what you want!"  Jay leant forward
towards Peter and put his hand out towards the blonde boy's mud-stained
penis.  He had just touched it when his mobile phone rang.  Using his
other hand, Jay took the call and played with Peter's penis at the same
time.

"Alright dad?"  Jay said, speaking into the device.  "Um, I'm at
Peter's.  Just finishing some homework."  He gently squeezed Peter's
genitals as he spoke, Peter emitted a silent gasp.  "Yeah, back in
five.  What we got?  Oh.  Yeah okay.  See you in a bit."  Jay terminated
the call and looked Peter in the eye, while continuing to play with his
balls.

"You going then?"

"I gotta go."  Jay stood up and prepared to leave.

"Um, unlock me before you go?"  Jay turned round, nodded his head and
undid Peter's restraints.  He was relieved to be able to pull his hands
back round in front of him again.  He now had no desire to cover himself
up in front of Jay.

"You can keep the links."  Jay put them on Peter's bed, his cheek was
right in line with Peter's face.  As Jay gave Peter's balls a last quick
fumble for the day, Peter could resist no longer.  He was now smitten.

Completely catching Jay off guard, Peter leaned forward and gave Jay a
quick peck on the cheek.  Jay retaliated with a dirty look and a tight
squeeze of Peter's genitals.  The more he did this, the more it turned
Peter on.  After a couple more kisses, Jay cottoned on to what was
happening and pulled back.

"Fuck off!  Stop kissing me, you nob!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" pleaded Peter, his face going bright red.  "I
just...  I like it.  I liked it when you did that.  I loved it when we
were round the allotments, when we were handcuffed together, when you
held me..."  Peter was now rambling on, with sentences that tumbled out
of his mouth making no sense.  He only stopped when Jay slapped him
across the cheek.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!  You're doing me bloody head in!"  Jay laid
heavily into Peter for his endless outburst.  "I'm gonna piss off before
I do summat I regret.  Go shower, you dried-up turd!"  With this, Jay
stormed out of the room and out of the Beale house.

Peter sat on the edge of his bed thinking about what had just happened.
He carried the thoughts over to his time in the shower.  Yeah, he'd
played with himself before, what boy hadn't.  It was just it felt so
much better when Jay did it to him.  Okay it was a mistake to tell Jay
all this so early on but it had felt so right.  Was he going to regret this?

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