Date: Sun, 01 Jun 2008 22:21:50 +0100
From: treacletower@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Peter and Jay Part 7

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Part 7

Jay knew exactly what Peter was thinking.  He had the kid in an awkward
position, fastened up tightly and securely in a chastity belt with the
knowledge that boy's only options were worse than this one.  Jay
intended to hit the kid where it hurt, and he knew in Peter's case, it
hurt him not to wank.

"Lock me up," said Peter quietly and reluctantly after a long period of
deliberation.  "I can't let my dad find out."  A smile broke out across
Jay's face and he took his tracksuit top off to reveal a white T-Shirt
underneath it.  He observed from the corner of his eye that Peter was
following him, so just to be awkward, Jay removed his own shirt as well
and stood there shirtless in view of Peter.

The naked, blonde and now locked-up schoolboy didn't know what to do
with himself.  He had wanted this for a while now, to see somebody he
loved with no shirt on.  Peter allowed his eyes to roll up and down
Jay's torso.  He had more of a tan than Peter as well an outie belly
button.  Peter didn't quite know how to react to this and could do
nothing but stare at Jay's upper body complete with gold chain round the
neck.

"Do you want this, you gay tosspot?" mocked Jay, pointing to his body.
He moved closer to Peter, removed his shoes and socks and climbed up
onto the bed.  He sat himself on Peter's upper legs just in front of his
now caged genitals.  "Oh dear," he mocked.  "Somebody's done you up.
Pity."  He leaned forward to poke his index finger into Peter's slightly
sticky navel just as he had done previously on the football pitch.

"Ooh," gasped Peter.  He had a sudden emotional rush as he had done
previously, only this time quickly overpowered by a throbbing sensation
in his groin.  The device Jay had fitted was doing its job and it now
hurt Peter to get even a slight erection.  He complained to Jay but was
told to get used to it.

Peter now could not control himself.  The sensation of Jay running his
finger round Peter's belly button was exhilarating, mixed in with being
able to stare at Jay's bare upper body.  He felt an urge building up in
his body and increasing pressure on his penis.  Eventually Peter had to
really try and abandon the thoughts that were driving this in order to
relieve the pain in his groin.

Jay checked extensively that the cage was not going to come free easily,
in fact he had previously worked out that if the belt was removed
without being unlocked it would rip the boy's penis from his body.
Peter hadn't checked such details when he bought it on eBay.  Once Jay
was happy that Peter would be unable to stimulate himself in any way, he
removed the boy's handcuffs.

He was totally unprepared for what Peter did next - he hugged Jay.  He
pleaded thank-yous for not blowing the secret.  He pleaded thank-yous
for jacking him off eight times solid and he pleaded thank-yous for not
going public with the entire saga.

"I love what you do to me," said Peter.  At that point, he pulled his
head back and cocked it sideways prepared to kiss Jay on the lips.  Jay
saw this coming but made no attempt to avoid it.  He let Peter kiss him
full on and then he felt compelled to return the favour.

Despite his original plans to string the kid along, Jay knew immediately
as soon as they'd kissed that he had emotionally attached himself to
Peter and it would be hard to break it off otherwise.  He figured rather
than keep making rods for his own back, might as well go with the flow.
Only the sound of the back door opened pulled the two boys apart.

"Peter?" came the voice of Ian.  "Peter, are you up there?"  Almost
immediately, Jay jumped off the bed and pulled his shirt back over his
head, while Peter hurriedly dressed.  He was impressed at how little a
bulge his new device left.

"Yes dad?" he called.  Ian came up the stairs and into Peter's room.

"Where have you been?  Why didn't you go to athletics?  If you don't
want to go anymore, just say, I'll cancel the Direct Debit."

"I do want to go.  I've just been a bit tied up here with some homework
I found," replied Peter, sending Jay a wry smile.

"And what's Jay doing here?  I thought he was bullying you."

"And I said I ain't!" said Jay.  "You'd know about it."

"We're good friends dad," said Peter.  "He's going to show me how to be
cool."  Jay shot Peter a dirty look at this comment.

"New clothes, new room and new attitude I think," replied Jay, getting
to his feet.

"Great, that's all I need, a teenage son with an attitude problem,"
sighed Ian.  "But you're not going to get to London 2012, Peter, if you
don't go to training.  Can you please buck up your ideas or I'll have to
withdraw you."

"Sorry dad.  I'll try harder next time," said Peter.

"Good sport.  I know its Sunday and all but do you fancy some chips?"
asked Ian.

"Please," said Jay.

"You're not having any!" exclaimed Ian.  He glanced over at Peter who
had put an expression of pity and sorrow on his face, a trick he had
learned at a young age to get what he wanted.  "Okay, Jay can have some
chips as well.  Just don't look at me like that with cow eyes!"  Peter
and Jay hi-fived each other as Ian left.

It took a bit of getting used to for Peter to walk about with a new
device enslaving his genitals, but it didn't hurt aside from when he was
erect enough.  Fortunately, he was able to hide it from his family and
people he saw on the square, but as Peter became increasingly horny as
the hours passed, he had to find Jay.

By Wednesday, Peter had been in the device for four days.  Now he was
thankful to Jay for pumping him dry of semen at the weekend, otherwise
he would have only lasted no more than twelve hours.  Unfortunately for
him, Jase had taken his son out for the day, leaving poor Peter trapped
in his chastity cage with a heavy urge to masturbate.  Everything he did
sent vibrations to his horny penis, as if to taunt and mock him.  Even a
simple trip to the bathroom caused his horny state to come to the front
of Peter's mind.  he was seriously tempted to Google the belt's model to
dismantle it - after all, he'd bought the damn thing on eBay and Googled
the thing before he bought it so Peter knew all along what he'd be
getting into, so to speak.  However he couldn't dare upset the boat with
Jay so Peter managed to get through the day as best he could.

Luck was on Peter's side that night, for he was fortunate enough to
experience a lucid dream - he and Jay together naked in a bedroom
somewhere.  Being able to control most things in the dream, Peter was
able to live out some wants he'd developed - he had wild, passionate
sexual intercourse with Jay twice over, followed by his father's
blessing to Peter that he could "have it off" with Jay at any time,
ending with Peter's arranging a suck-off between himself, Jay, Darren
and Ben.  Here, Peter was able to suck the three other boys off in one
go while Jay and Ben sucked him off at the same time.  Semen flowed down
Peter's throat like water from a tap.  He so wanted to do this in real
life, suck other boys off.

Unfortunately for Peter, he suddenly woke up with a masturbational urge
to scratch.  Panting, he glaced at his bedside clock - 3:49am - and slid
his hand down his pyjama bottoms to satisfy his urge.  When Peter
couldn't find his penis, he switched on the bedside light in a fit of
mild panic and pushed his pyjama bottoms down.  Once he had stopped
squinting, Peter saw the reflection of the light bouncing off his
chastity belt.  Then everything came back to him - he had let Jay lock
him up so he didn't tell Ian that his son was gay.

His dream had left the boy incredibly horny and Peter could feel his
penis straining against the tube limits of his belt - it would not be
getting erect tonight.  In frustration Peter flicked off the light and
punched the pillow.  He then quietly sobbed himself back to sleep as his
dream went round in his head generating a migrain.

Early the next day, Peter hurriedly dressed, visited the bathroom,
wolfed down some breakfast downstairs and ran off to find Jay, not
bothering to comb his hair or brush his teeth.  He had only one thing on
his mind now - he had to masturbate and he had to masturbate now, if not
sooner.

It took Peter the best part of an hour to persuade Jay to relieve him.
Active begging, pleading, buying Jay pieces of tat off the marketplace,
anything for a wank.  Eventually Jay gave in, just to shut Peter up.  He
took the boy to the Brown house and Jay's bedroom.  Within the hour,
Peter found himself handcuffed four-point restraint on the bed,
blindfold and naked once again.  He listened as he heard the faint click
of a lock being undone.  He then felt cold air briefly on his penis,
followed by the sound of rustling and a tissue pad of some sort being
rubbed around his penis area.

"Baby wipes," said Jay.  As he wiped Peter's genital area down with the
wipes, he looked over Peter's body.  He lay there as naked as the day he
was born.  Jay had had the idea to blindfold the boy on this occasion,
just for fun.  They were the only people in the house.

Jay disposed of the wipe he'd been using on Peter and picked up Peter's
chastity cage.  "Just off to the bog."  He left the room, leaving Peter
to dwell - he could not get Jay out of his mind.  The chav schoolboy had
grown on him like moss.  They hadn't shared anymore kisses, mainly
because Jay saw him more as a friend than a lover.

Peter heard the door swing open and close.  As he felt Jay's presence
move towards the bed, Peter tensed up waiting for the boy's warm hand to
gently take hold of his penis.

He felt something sticky dripping onto his penis quickly followed by the
warmth of Jay's hand stimuating him.  It took only a dozen strokes for
Peter to shoot his load, thanks to his horny dream the night before.
This relieved the pressure on Peter enormously and made him feel much
better.

With little conversation between the two boys, Peter just went with the
flow and lay there as Jay emptied him of semen over the next few hours.
Inside himself he was heavily disappointed when the sound of a lock
being done up fell on his ears at the end of the session.  Jay removed
his restraints and bid Peter farewall.  Obviously not in the mood.

Sunday came round again, school was due to start again the next day and
Peter had thoughts about his new game.  He spoke to Jay about it while
the chav schoolboy jacked him off once again.  This time the pair were
up the allotments behind a bush with Peter's hands cuffed behind him and
to the fence while Jay prepared for pumping.  Peter was stark naked and
his ankles had been tied together.  As he was about to speak Peter saw
Jay pull a bottle out of his bag.

"This makes it easier for me to wank you off.  It don't hurt.  We did
this last time."  He squirted a small amount on his hand and held it to
Peter's nose.

"Smells like soap," said the naked Peter.  "How's it work then?"

"Top set and you haven't got a fucking clue how this works?" asked Jay.
"You must be sheltered."

"How do you mean?"

"You'll see.  Anyway this stuff lets my hand go up and down your dick
easier, get more cum out of you and you enjoy it more."

Peter watched Jay as he squirted the lubricant onto Peter's penis,
gently took hold of it with his warm hand and glided up and down his
shaft effortlessly.

Peter could only stare in wonder at this new development, he'd never
used lubrication before and was amazed at how far gone he was after only
a few strokes.  It was like discovering masturbation all over again.  It
felt like his penis was on fire with every stroke that passed.

Peter writhed around and breathed heavily as he felt the tensions rising
inside his scrotum, resulting in a powerful burst of wet semen that
splattered onto the bottom of his chest.

"You like that?" asked Jay.  Peter nodded eagerly, continuing to breathe
deeply.  "Let's try this.  Keep your legs down."  Jay positioned himself
at Peter's knees within easy reach of both the boy's feet and his
penis.  He squirted some lubrication onto the soles of Peter's feet and
more onto his penis.  In a co-ordinated effort of multi-tasking, Jay was
able to stimulate Peter's penis and tickle his feet at the same time.
It hurt his shoulders but he was just about able to do it.

This setup really turned Peter on.  As his penis became subject to more
and more lubrication, it became an effectice ice-rink for Jay's hand.
The wetter it became, the hornier Peter felt.  Once he had shot his
second load, comparable to the first load, Peter knew in the back of his
mind he could do this all day.

For Peter's third shoot, Jay went back to tried and tested methods.  He
dripped some lubrication into Peter's belly button and ran it round with
his little finger, again continuing to stroke the boy's penis which now
shone in the sunlight.  As before, this was a new sensation for Peter
and pushed his hormone levels sky high.  After the boy had shot his load
for the third time, he was surprised that he'd managed to push out three
similiarly-sized loads, the first two of which had now run back down his
body.

Jay had now run out of places in which to apply lubrication so he
concentrated on beating Peter off for as long as the lubricant lasted.
Three hours, seven orgasms and two dry orgasms later, Jay decided his
work was done.  A now very sleepy Peter had to keep checking his
genitals were still on his body with downward glances.  Jay cleaned
Peter's body up and reached for Peter's chastity device.

"How long do I have to wear this thing for?" asked Peter wearily.

"Until I say so.  Depends on how keen you are for me to keep schtum,"
replied Jay bluntly.  "I dunno, a year perhaps?

"A year?  With relief I hope?"

"You know what mate,  I could just fuck off now and you'd never be able
to wank again," retorted Jay as he fitted the device back into place.

"Um, you are going to take this thing off when we go to school
tomorrow?" asked Peter, suddenly wide awake again.

"Um, no," replied Jay in a blunt mocking fashion.  "You might wank."

"I'm hardly going to get my nob out during Maths, am I?"

"You wank when I say you can wank.  End of."

"But PE showers!  The other boys will see me in this thing!" said Peter,
a hint of panic in his voice.

"Not my fucking problem.  Do I have tell your old man?"  Peter shook his
head.  "So stop bloody moaning."  He turned the lock, pocketed the key
and freed Peter from the fence and his restraints.  He gazed at Peter as
he hurriedly dressed himself.

By the start of the new half term the next day, Jay had had a change of
heart.  Because Peter's P.E. classes were the lesson before lunch on
Wednesday and the last lesson of the day on Friday, Jay informed Peter
that he would remove the device in the boys toilets in the changeover
period before his P.E. lessons on the understanding that Peter would be
bound under the Honor System to report any penile access during this
time.  It would mean Peter would only be unlocked for two hours a week.

This arrangement worked well for both boys and it took them through to
the start of the six week summer holidays.  Throughout the half term,
Jay deliberately manipulated Peter's emotions to keep him sexually
frustrated and dependent on Jay for any relief - and introduced a new
rule for Peter that he was not to leave himself alone during P.E.
lessons, especially during showers.  To Jay's surprise, Peter always did
what he was told and stuck to this.  Even after Peter was complained at
for seemingly following the two boys who sat next to him in the changing
rooms.  Jay was sure that if he told Peter to jump off a cliff he'd do it.

As the holidays drew close, Peter found himself emotionally attached to
Jay.  He hadn't initially been keen on the idea of Jay controlling when
he could jack off, but now he could not get enough of the idea,
especially after the lubrication escapade.  Peter had gone from daily
jack-offs to maybe twice a week and his climaxes felt a damn sight
better.  This was where he had gone wrong before, he was sure of it.  In
fact, the thought of Jay's warm hand on his penis was enough to get him
going.

Jay had tried to draw himself away from Peter.  In the back of his mind,
he knew he could not abandon Peter for good as he had the key to Peter's
cock device.  However, Jay knew he loved having Peter under his thumb
and punishing the kid for sub-standard homework was simply a case of not
allowing him to have a wankfor a while, in the knowledge Peter would be
climbing the walls three days later begging for it.  However, this came
at a price and Jay could not shake off Peter, in fact manipulating the
boy's desires had had the opposite effect to what he was hoping.

Without telling Peter, Jay had painted out Peter's genitals on the
photos he had taken, uploaded them and posted them on the paedo site
he'd found.  He continued to observe the site for a while, noting down
various comments that others had made about how "cute" Peter was.  Once
the video had been posted and subsequently pulled from YouTube, Jay put
it back up on the paedo site and collected the mad rush of comments that
followed.  The video was subsequently pulled but it didn't matter, it
had done its job.

As soon as school was out for the summer, Peter caught Jay up in the mad
dash for the exit.  They disappeared off to 15a Turpin Road via the
allotments, Peter's memories of wandering around naked stood fresh in
his mind.

"I need to talk to you," said Peter, sitting on the bed.  "I think I
have a confession."

"Go on," said Jay, sitting down beside him.  Peter fumbled over his
words for a short period and then spoke.

"The last two months.  I've had some feelings about them and what we've
done together.  I think I'm in love with you, Jay."

"You did kiss me."

"I don't suppose you love me as well?" asked Peter.

"I have to say something too," said Jay, hastily changing the subject.
"I put you on that paedo site."

"What?" said Peter, startled.  He felt degraded, humiliated, disgusted
with himself, sick to the stomach.

"You pulled!" said Jay, pulling out sixteen sheets of comments he had
printed from the website.  "I removed your dick from the photos but you
have twenty seven admirers.  They wanted the full series!"

As Peter read through the comments which analysed every little visible
bit of his naked body with black digital paint brush strokes slapped
strategically across his genitals, he suddenly felt a lot better when
Jay told him he'd received more comments than anything else posted in
the previous three months.

"I forgive you for the pictures.  Anyway, I want to know - since I
admitted I love you, I don't suppose you love me?"

"Uh," started Jay.  He turned towards Peter and ran his fingers through
Peter's silky blonde hair.  "You are handsome, I'll give you that.  Your
hair, that's a babe magnet."  He moved his hand down towards Peter's
face and stroked his cheek.

"Jay," whispered Peter.  "I'm so confused, I don't know what to think."

"How about this," whispered Jay back.  He leaned over to Peter and
gently kissed him on the cheek.  "Whatcha  thinking?"

"I want you so badly, I want you all to myself."

"Hold up Blondie!  I'm not gay, I do want a bit of totty!  Your sister's
hot as is that fit bird from the pub!"  At this point Peter leaned
straight in with a full-blown peck on the lips.  As Jay returned the
kiss, Peter decided to try to milk the opportunity for all it was worth.

He shuffled along on the bed, about as close as he could get to Jay
without actually sitting on him and tried to wrap his arms around Jay's
back.  To his surprise, Jay offered no resistance.  He waited as Peter's
hands went up and down Jay's back and sides like a security gate check
officer.

By now, Jay was fully converted.  He didn't want to be anywhere else and
he didn't want to be with anybody else.  He wanted Peter.  Jay knew he
had had to stop himself before it went this far but it felt so good.
Peter's hands had fretted Jay's upper torso pretty thoroughly by now so
he broke the kiss with Jay off and asked a question he had wanted to ask
for so long now.

"Can I jack you off please?" he whispered in Jay's ear.  "I'd jack me
off but somebody's locked me up."  Jay had doubts but thought he should
share.  He dropped his trousers along with his boxer shorts and knelt
down in front of Peter.

"Yours isn't much bigger than mine!" exclaimed Peter.

"At least mine ain't hiding behind a cage!" retorted Jay.  Peter
gingerly put out his hand towards Jay's penis and gently took hold of
it.  He sat there for a while in this position, savouring the moment.
Then he gently squeezed it and began to treat Jay's penis as if it were
his own.

Peter was able to bring Jay to an erection but it took more effort to
bring him anywhere near climax and it became increasingly obvious to
Peter that Jay had little testosterone inside him so it would be a
fruitless exercise to get any semen out of the boy.  Jay knew that he
needed extra help to get himself off - usually a porn magazine.  Another
boy holding his genitals didn't do it for him.

"You're not on puberty yet," said Peter.  "You'll know when you get
there.  You may as well put your willy away."  Jay pulled his trousers
up and produced a small key and a pair of handcuffs.

"I might not be ready but I know somebody who is!" mocked Jay.  Peter
had been meaning to ask Jay for a wank, having gone cold turkey for
three days.  He let Jay handcuff his wrists behind his back, remove his
trousers and pull his shirt up over his head to expose Peter's naked
upper body.

"I'd like to jack you off when you get ready," said Peter as Jay removed
the cage.  "I'd like that a lot."

"Yeah okay, I'd like that too.  But until then, your dick is mine!"
With that, Jay grabbed Peter's penis and began to pump it, with an aim
getting all the semen out of Peter's body and onto his stomach.

"Excellent!" exclaimed Peter as he shot one load followed by another a
few minutes later.  The residue collected on Peter's stomach and dripped
into his belly button.

"You need me," taunted Jay, squeezing Peter's penis as he spoke.
"You're a fag ass pooftah and don't you forget it.  Admit it.  Go on,
say you're a big fag."

"I'm a fag.  I need you, Jay.  Please, promise me we'll grow up together
and you beat me off and I beat you off and..."

"Shhh," said Jay quietly, putting his finger on Peter's lips.  Jay
pushed Peter onto the bed, lay him down flat and knelt either side of
Peter's lower chest just above his semen-stained stomach.  He reached
behind his back and put his finger into Peter's navel.  Using his
finger, he scooped up some semen and bought his hand back into Peter's
eyeline.  This finger he put next to Peter's lips.  "Eat it."

"Um, no."

"You made it.  So you can eat it."  He observed Peter's trademark
expression of wide eyes and a pained expression.  "Faggot boy, I ain't
gonna make you do stuff that ain't safe.  It's ain't gonna kill ya."  He
forced his finger into Peter's mouth.  "Eat it.  Lick it off my finger.
Come on, I ain't got all day, you fucking wuss."  Hesitating, Peter
gradually licked his own semen sample off Jay's finger.  He wasn't happy
about it, but Jay was virtually halfway down his throat already.

"Tastes sugary," was Peter's response when Jay asked him what it tasted
like.  "Not at all like I thought it would taste."

"Perhaps when I make cum you can drink it straight out of me since ya
like it so much," said Jay.  Peter pulled a slightly disgusted face at
this, but he had read other online stories where this had happened to
other characters and the idea had turned him on.

"Think I'll pass."

"Or maybe I'll wank myself dry," said Jay, reducing his voice to a
whisper as he moved in towards Peter's face.  "I'll cover myself in cum
and you can lick it off me."  The expression on Peter's face was
priceless.  "You'd like that, wouldn't ya?  Your tongue all over my
naked body."  With that, Jay moved further forward and the two boys
exchanged another kiss on the lips, the idea of Peter licking semen off
Jay was turning both of them on.

As Jay kissed, Peter could feel his penis becoming hard again.  He now
really wanted to carass Jay's body again but his restraints stopped
him.  At that moment, another idea entered Peter's head.  He opened his
mouth to allow Jay's tongue to fall in.  To his surprise, Jay offered no
resistance to this and allowed Peter to put his tongue in his own mouth.
To Peter's delight, he could feel Jay squirming about on top of him as well.

After a few moments, Peter was sure he could feel something digging into
his lower chest.  He quickly turned his head away to break off the
kiss.  He could feel Jay's breath on his neck.

"You got a stiffy?" he asked Jay.  "Is that I can feel poking me?"  Jay
quietly nodded, breathing heavily and deeply.  He had nothing to hide
anymore, it was pointless even denying it.  "Don't worry, your secret is
safe with me."

"Thanks mate.  Listen, any grief grief at school next year, come find
me, I'll sort them out."  He leaned in to Peter and whispered into his
ear.  "Only me to call you 'Faggot Boy', okay?"  Peter quietly chuckled
at this and turned his head back.

"Where were we?"  Peter asked rhetorically.  He then watched as Jay sat
up and peeled off his tracksuit top and T-Shirt to expose his boyish
upper body.  Throwing the clothes to one side, he repositioned himself
on top of Peter's naked body.  "Oh yeah, I remember!" said Peter, as Jay
moved in to re-embrace.  Peter adored the sound of Jay's bare flesh
writhing around on top of his, and his penis was going again.  Thanks to
Jay's speech earlier Peter now had visions of new things to do with Jay
next year - things that he found super-attractive, super-sexy and
hopefully super-real.  These sent his hormone levels to new heights.

After a few more minutes of kissing and tongue-action, Jay rolled off
Peter's body to lie next to him on the edge of the bed.  He noticed that
the boy was rock hard in the genital department again.

"Just why are you so fucking horny?" asked Jay.

"I'm 14.  All teenagers are horny," replied Peter.

"But if you're like that now, what the fuck will you be like at 15?"

"I've often wondered that.  I know its puberty driven, but I find it
hard to cope now at 14.  I've no idea how I'm going to cope at 16.  I
might have to just disappear into the toilets on occasion to release a
load."

"Sounds fun," said Jay.

"But I do feel better now you're beating me off.  You do it far better
than I ever could, in fact you really turn me on, big time.  I seem to
get rid of more of the white stuff now you're getting me off.  How do
you do it?"

"Guess I'm gifted!  Nah, you're just not doing it as often.  I probably
done you a favour by locking your dick away.  What was you doing before?"

"Almost every day, on occasion two or three, sometimes four times a
day," replied Peter.  "I just can't bear being horny."

"Now you're doing it with me say twice a week, you're just shooting the
minimum, I'm bleeding ya dry.  Perhaps that was the problem."

"Really?" asked Peter.  He'd never worried about it before, his hormone
desires had ruled his head in the sexual relief department.

"Maybe I can help."  He rolled off the bed and knelt down on the floor
in front of Peter.  He gently stimulated the boy's organ and held him on
the point of no return - not enough stimulation to entice ejaculation,
just enough stimulation to stop Peter going limp again.

"I need to shoot," said Peter, his face grimacing tightly, pulling at
his restraints again.  "It really hurts!"  He sat up abruptly.

"It will," replied Jay, glancing at the clock on the wall.  "Saw this on
the Internet.  Longer you hold it in, better your cum.  Work on it."  He
continued to gently stimulate the boy's penis, watching him as Peter
fought a painful internal battle not to discharge the load of semen he
could feel bubbling up in his testes.

"It hurts," breathed Peter.  He felt tears welling up in his eyes.

"Work with me mate," said Jay.  "Hold it, deal with it.  That's good,
Peter!"  All the while he kept one eye on Peter, who had now started to
sweat.  When Jay thought Peter couldn't bear the pressure any longer, he
stepped up the stimulation, pushed Peter back to lie on the bed again
and bought the boy to climax with spectacular results.

"Wow!"

"What do you mean, wow?" asked Peter quietly, breathing very deeply with
his eyes closed.  After calming down, he opened his eyes and craned his
head upwards to look down his body.  There, lying on his stomach was a
big gooey mess of liquid semen, more than he'd ever pushed out on a
fourth shot ever.  "That felt like a big one."

"47 seconds that time.  I'd love ya to go five, ten minutes."

"How bloody long?!" said Peter, staring at Jay with wide eyes as if he'd
just beamed down from another planet.  It had hurt to last 47 seconds,
never mind how much it'd hurt for 600 seconds.

"Don't worry, I'll help you," cooed Jay, rubbing Peter's sweaty forehead
with a baby wipe.  "Maybe by Christmas, yous be ready to cope with your
problem."  Peter could only nod at this.  "Tired?" he asked.  Peter
nodded his head slowly.  "Go sleep, I'll wake you later."

Peter fell asleep almost instantly after this.  While he slept, Jay
cleaned the boy's stomach up of the semen he had shot and also wiped
down Peter's penis.  Gently, he put Peter's chastity cage back into
place, removed the boy's restraints and pulled his body round 90 degrees
to lie on the bed properly.

Collecting the bed cover he'd dumped on the floor earlier, Jay removed
his white trainers, clambered onto the bed next to Peter and pulled the
cover over them both.  He pulled up Peter's arm to wrap around himself,
and snuggled up to the naked boy, watching him sleep.  He gave him a
gentle kiss on the cheek and snuggled up next to him.

"Jay?" came a voice from across the flat.  "Jay?  Are you here son?"
Jay opened his eyes and glanced at his watch.  Four o'clock?!  He'd been
asleep for nearly four hours!

He took stock of the situation.  Peter was still asleep as well, lying
next to him though he'd rolled over in his sleep.  Jay rubbed his eyes
and jumped out of bed to stop his father entering the bedroom.

"Hey dad," he said, suddenly remembering he was half-naked.  "Um, I was
just gonna shower."

"Yeah okay, um, you fancy some chips tonight?" asked Jase.

"Yeah alright."  Jay turned round and immediately felt Jase's gaze on
his neck.  "Please.  Be about ten minutes."  He disappeared back into
the bedroom.

"That's better," said Jase.  "Manners.  Use them.  Your grandad didn't
bring you up to be a slob."  With that he disappeared out the door.

"Peter!" whispered Jay.  "Peter, get up, you gotta go!  Peter!" He
gently shook Peter, and then again firmer when the boy didn't respond.
"Oi, faggot features.  Get up."  A well executed painful but harmless
smack across the face did the trick.  Peter stared at Jay through
squinting eyes.

"What... what time is it?" he groaned.  Jay pointed his watch at Peter's
gaze.

"I fell asleep next to you.  Only just got up myself."

"You did?" asked Peter, staring in amazement.  "Oh okay, that's good."
He grabbed his clothes and hurriedly dressed himself.  Jay bundled him
to the door.

"My dad's home any minute.  Get off with ya."  He gave Peter a peck on
the cheek.

"Thanks.  See you."  Peter disappeared across the square to home.
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