Date: Sun, 9 May 2004 12:37:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: chirs s <cmiles_21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reiny Summer (Young Friends) Chaper 3

This story is of course completely fiction, whatever disclaimer you choose
applies. If sexually related stories is illegal where you are, or offends
you, go away.  I also retain all rights to this story.

Reiny Summer
By C. Miles

Chapter 3

     I had to squint and pull the covers over my face the next morning when
the bright sunlight beaming though my window attacked my eyes, and told me
I was stuck alone in my drab bedroom.  I tried to withdraw back into the
dreamworld I had been in most of the night, that I was sharing a dormitory
cubical with Ron, Harry and Peter in Gryffidor House, and Peter was cuddled
next to me in my bed.  Harsh reality sunk in when I woke up enough to
realize the soft warm form snuggled against my side was my spare pillow,
not the cute little redhead I thought it was.
     I cursed myself again as I risked a peek from under my blankets and
realized I had forgotten to close my blinds last night, then cursed the
world as my eyes focused and what looked like another tower at Hogwarts
turned into the rooftop of Peter's house.
     "Oh well," I groaned, and struggled out of bed.  I stumbled over to
the window, then felt my already somber mood sink toward depression as I
looked out at the house across the street; there was no signs of life, and
I began to wonder if it was still vacant, and if the beautiful boy named
Peter was part of the million part dream I had last night.
     'Well, three more months, no just two and a half, and I can get out of
you some maybe.' I told my car bumper sticking out of my mouth.  'Hey,
getting teased at school is better than staring at the walls and listening
to my mom bitch!' I decided.
     I started to turn back and find some shorts to wear today when another
reflection caught my eye.  My heart raced when I realized the reflection
was off of the back bumper of Mrs Coreday's, van parked deep in their
driveway.  When I turned around and saw Peter's autographed picture leaning
against my computer monitor my heart sprang up into my throat and started
beating so fast I found it hard to breath.
     "Wow, you weren't a dream!" my now throbbing boyhood told my vocal
cords to say.
     I grabbed a pair of cargo shorts and started to climb into them as I
rushed into the hall and toward the stairs, but my bladder made me stop,
and I rushed to the bathroom.  'Yeah!' I thought as I flushed the toilet
and turned around. Instead of going downstairs I ripped my headgear off and
tossed it in the sink. Before I realized it I had turned the shower on and
stripped out of my briefs.
     I was about to step into the shower when another idea struck.  I
ravaged through the bathroom's cabinet for several seconds, and unable to
find what I needed I rushed down the hall to my mother's bedroom, I didn't
realize I was naked as the day I was born until I entered her bathroom and
my boyhood twitched and bounced off my stomach.
     'I guess that's it!' I decided after reading and sniffing several
bottles of chemicals in her shower.  'Conditioner' on the label, and an
additional sniff told me it smelled and looked like what I wanted the
creamy, smelly stuff she insisted on rubbing into my wet hair every time
she forced me to dress up and go to fancy places with her.
     After carefully scrubbing my body, and dumping Mom's stuff on my hair,
I spent a couple of extra minutes brushing my teeth and making sure I had
combed my hair just right before her stuff set it, and went back to my
room.  I started to climb into the cargo shorts I had chosen, but
hesitated, then dug through my stash of shorts until I found an old pair of
cutoff jeans that I had quit wearing because I had almostbout outgrown
them.  I hopped into a pair of briefs and tried twisting my hips into the
cutoffs. A few tries told me they weren't going to fit, until still another
idea struck.
     Once I had shed my underwear, it took a little squirming, but I
managed to squeeze into the cutoffs, and after a little effort even managed
to button the fly.  After selecting a fishnet sleeveless shirt from my
closet, I hesitated for an instant and grabbed the thickest leather belt
owned. My stomach stirred a little as I forced it through the belt loops of
my cutoffs, and I remembered the feel of Peter's harness straps. I took a
few seconds to rub the fingers of one hand the belt, the other across my
crotch before I dashed into the hall.
     'No point in pissing Mom off, especially today!' I told myself, and
returned the bathroom for my headgear. After one of my best dirty looks
failed to melt it I groaned and strapped myself in.
     Mom was nowhere to be found, the lower floor of our house was much
quieter than usual.  A quick check of her home-office raised my
hopes. 'Maybe she's gone somewhere!' I thought as I rushed to the front
windows. 'Wow, I can let me out of my bridle, maybe even risk going to see
if Peter is home, and awake!' My cautious side told me to make sure her car
was gone, and my stomach strongly suggested a quick stop at the
refrigerator on the way.
     I had just finished pouring a glass of chocolate milk and was
stretching to get a straw out of the cabinet when I heard voices ring
through the back door. My heart sank an instant later when I recognized one
of the voices as my mother's, but recovered somewhat when I realized the
other voice had an accent.
     I had to fight not to yell 'Yea!' out loud as I looked out the screen
door and saw Mrs Coreday, her son and my mother sitting at our picnic
table. Peter and his mother were sitting on the same side of the table
facing the door, my mother was on the other side with her back to me.
     Peter's wonderful smile and bright eyes almost melted my knees as I
stepped onto the patio and he saw me. I staggered slightly as I tried to
walk over to the table, but the magic spell he was casting with his
spotlight bright emerald eyes seemed to draw me toward them.
     "Good morning sleep-bones!" Mom bubbled over her shoulder. I gave her
a shy grin and almost made it around the table to sit down next to my new
friend when she patted on the picnic bench next to her. 'Blood bitch!' I
silently groaned before I realized I had, but sat down next to her.
     I was a little surprised, and somewhat relieved that the thick straps
encasing Peter's lathe chest were missing, but without thinking reached
down and ran my fingers over my belt; the memory of how his harness straps
felt as I stroked them yesterday seemed to warm my stomach somehow, but I
was glad he was free. Mom's comment from yesterday, that his mother would
chill, and the suggestion I might not have to worry about getting strapped
into one of those things seemed to outweigh the how much I enjoyed
exploring his straps and holding his leash.
     "Don't you want some breakfast?" Mom interrupted my thoughts. "Why
don't you go get a bowl of cereal and eat it out here with us! Peter, would
you like some?"
     "Thank you Ma'am, but I have eaten."  His beautiful voice and accent,
along with his bright red lips stirred my stomach, but not from the thought
of breakfast. I gave him a warm smile and enjoyed another look before
starting back into the kitchen.
     "Be sure to get some fruit, there's fresh Strawberries and Bananas in
the frig." Mom called after me.
     I acknowledged her suggestion and was almost to the door when Peter's
divine voice stopped me. "May I have a Banana, please?"  'You can have the
whole stalk!' I thought.
     If there was a world speed record for preparing a bowl of cereal, I
either tied or broke it.  After dumping a load of flakes into the first
bowl I could find I splashed some milk in and grabbed a couple of Bananas
and three or four Strawberries out of the refrigerator. I glanced around
for a knife to slice them, but instead pealed one of the Bananas and broke
it up with my fingers and dropped the Strawberries into the bowl and was
back out the door.
     I started to wolf down my cereal hoping Peter and I could escape our
mothers when I had finished it.  After a few bites his mother's stare made
me slow down, and I found myself carefully spooning my breakfast with the
manners I usually only employed when Mom took me out to eat.  Peter
distracted me an instant later when he began carefully eating his
Banana. He carefully, almost daintily slid it into his mouth, but something
about the way he sealed his splendid lips around it with each bite had an
allure I couldn't understand.
     "Have you checked your e-mail?" Peter asked as he finished and sat the
empty peal on the table. His mischievous little grin somehow made me wonder
why he asked, what he was up to.  "Today?" he grinned.
     "No." I answered. A second later it hit me he might be trying to find
a way to get away from his mother, or to be alone with me. "You want to go
check it with me?" I offered.
     His face brightened and he glanced toward his mother but she cut him
off before he could say anything.
     "Thank you for offering Clayton, but I'm sure Peter is comfortable
here with me."
     His face melted as his shoulders slumped. He paused, then looked back
up at his mom, put his hand up as if to block my seeing it and whispered
something to her.
     Her brow tightened for an instant before she smiled down at her
son. Her lips stiffened as if in thought for a long second, then relaxed
into an even wider smile. "Will you promise to do everything Clayton asks
of you?" she asked.
     "I promise Mummy!" he exclaimed in his best sweet little boy voice.
     "Clayton, will you promise not to become separated from Peter, and
lead him to your bedroom, and nowhere else?" she asked me, her face deadly
serious again.
     "Yes Ma'am." I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "I promise I
will Ma'am!" I added before I realized I had.
     "Very well you may, but don't dally, we must go home shortly.  Miss
O'Riley and I both have work to do." made Peter's face brighten like a big
searchlight, and my heart skip a beat.
     I was completely unprepared for what happened next. She raised her
left hand above the table, and slipped a nylon loop handle off her wrist
and handed it to her son. He flashed her a wide smile as he accepted it and
bolted off the bench.  It wasn't until he rushed around the picnic table
that I realized that the handle was one end of a short strap, with the
other end of the strap fastened tightly around my new friend's wrist.
     My mother didn't help my efforts to keep from freaking out when Peter
stopped next to me and offered the handle out to me and she let out a soft
snicker. But his beautiful, begging face rescued me. I'm not sure if
slipping the handle onto my wrist or my first look at what he was wearing
today lit that same strange fire in my groin I had felt several times
yesterday. The feel of my boyhood rubbing across the rough denim of my
cutoffs brought the fire to a full kindle as his clothes somehow shot a
hunger pain through my stomach.
     I was a little disappointed he wasn't wearing his leather shorts
again, but not very much.  His baby blue shorts, although they had a zipper
fly and button waist were clearly made of some kind of stretch material,
conforming to his lithe hips like a second skin, and wonderfully showing
off his golden thighs. His sleeveless tee-shirt matched the color of his
shorts perfectly and fit tightly over his thin chest and shoulders. It
ended just above the waistband of his shorts, showing just a hint of his
tight stomach each time he moved or even breathed. When I noticed his knee
socks and cute little sandals I had to lick my lips and facebow to keep
from drooling.
     I hopped up from the table and took a step toward the house, but when
he didn't move to follow me I stopped. 'Oh well.' I groaned.
     "May I be excused? May we be excused? Ma'am's?" I managed to get
out. Mom's muffled snicker was enough for me, or all I could take, and I
started inside ignoring how Peter's wrist leash pulled tight between us.
     "C-Clay-Clayton!" Mom half chuckled. I died as many times as the
shades of red my face turned when I turned around and saw her covering her
mouth with one hand and pointing at my empty cereal bowl with the other.
     I recovered, at least partially, by the time we started upstairs, but
the subtle tugs of Peter's wrist leash swinging between us kept the strange
fire in my lower body alive. As we reached the top of the stairs somehow
our fingers intertwined, and the feel of his outer thigh rubbing against my
hand, and his shoulder rubbing against mine made my boyhood stiffen so
quickly I wondered if my jeans had rubbed a rash on it as it fought against
its tight constraints.
     "You know, your Mom said you got to do everything I say." I muttered
before I realized I had.
     "Anything! I will, I will!" he whispered. His soft, wonderful voice
and accent made my tool throb so hard I thought it was going to force its
way between the buttons of my fly and show its what I was sure was its red
hot head. "But you must check your mail first!" caught me completely off
balance.
     I started to protest, but let him lead me to my computer desk, and
didn't resist when guided me into my chair, then helped him as he squirmed
into my lap. Without realizing it I wrapped both of my arms around his
chest and pulled it against mine, but I had to gasp to keep from
hyperventilating when he wiggled against me pushing his tight little butt
against my bulging crotch. Somehow, a minute or so later and on automatic I
guess, I tucked one hand under his tee- shirt and managed to open my e-mail
program with the other.
     'Well, at least this wont take too long!' I told my groin as I scanned
my messages. A couple had been blocked as unreadable by Mom's Net Nanny,
and a couple more that I was sure were spam from their addresses. I was
about to delete them when he put his hand over mine on the mouse and let
out a soft squeal.
     "There, that one!" he hooted as he guided my fingers to one of the
notes and pushed my finger down to click on it.
     'Yeah, okay whatever.' I groaned as I read the address,
rgrint@warner.uk.  My eyes bugged, then seemed to pop out of my head and
bounced off the monitor as the message opened.  At first I thought I had
lost it, but then decided it was a joke as I read, 'Hello Clay from
Hogwarts! Peter told us about you, that you are his new Yank friend. Peter
said he hasn't found his magic wand after his move but he thinks you can
help him find it. Gryffidor House, and all of Hogwarts hope you can. Write
back soon, and let us know if you did. Rubert (Ron)'
     I thought I had died and gone to Heaven when I opened the attachment,
a picture of Ron and his redheaded twin brothers in their uniforms and
capes, signed 'Hi Clay! Ron, Fred and George.
     "Wow." I managed to gasp about a minute later. "Wow! I really got a
letter from Ron Weasley? And a picture? And his brothers? And he wants me
to write him? At Hogwarts, write to a wizard AT Hogwarts?" Peter's silly
little giggle and wiggle against my groin blasted me into utopia as I tried
to focus on their picture.
     "Clayton Francis! We have spare chairs, don't make your friend sit on
your lap and share yours!" Mom's voice rang from the hall, snapping me back
to a really harsh side of reality and making both of us jump. "This is my
son's bedroom Susan, too bad he hasn't learned to make his bed." made me
sink in the chair, hoping I could somehow become invisible.
     "Look Miss O'Riley! Clay got a letter message from Hogwarts!" Peter
proclaimed.
     "Uh, oh yeah, and a picture too! It's of Ron, and his brothers!" I
managed, hoping to follow his lead and take the heat off of myself.
     Mom seemed somewhat impressed, but from her face she clearly didn't
realize the import of such an earth shattering event, what it would mean
when I took it to school next year. She glanced at the monitor for a
second, then walked over, pulled the bedclothes up toward my pillow and sat
on my bed.
     "I was showing Mrs Coreday the house, but I, we wanted to talk to you
for a moment before they go home." she began. 'Oh great what now.' I
groaned. The knot in my stomach all but extinguished that strange warm
feeling I had a few seconds ago when she looked over at Peter's mother as
if looking for support.
     His mother's comment, "Peter is home schooled." made him stiffen in my
lap. I guess she saw his reaction, and added, "But, since we are in America
now, we are going to adjust to the school holiday schedule here, and we
wont resume full time lessons until the other children return to school."
     I could feel the tension drain out of his lathe body as he let out an
audible sigh. But, that didn't last long, for either of us.
     "I would like you to read for a couple of hours each day though." she
said.
     "And I thought you would enjoy joining him." my mom injected, with a
very large bore needle.
     'Read? Read what!' I thought. 'Sorry old lady, but the only thing I'm
reading until school starts is e-mail, and web stuff! No way!' I silently
told her.
     "And, it will be good for you." made my heart sink as I realized she
had made up her mind.
     I tried to think of a way to refuse without getting killed, even if I
had to endure bodily injury. There was no way she was going to stick me
with this during summer vacation. I had almost built up the nerve to
refuse, or at least try to, when my new friend drove another nail into my
coffin.
     "Yea! That would be totally brill!" he hooted. "Thank you Mummy!" made
me want to reach up and strangle him.
     "Well, but..." I began
     "Jolly good! May I expect you at 10:00?" his mother cut me off, and
more ordered than asked. "We must be going home, but we will be looking
forward to your visit." she said, as she reached down to my wrist.
     "But, Mummy!" he cried. "I- I must help Clay reply to Rupert! And,
Daniel and James and Oliver!"
     "Peter, we have not lived here long enough for you to go out on your
own." his mother countered. From her face I was glad I wasn't him when she
got him alone. I couldn't believe it when he squirmed further into my lap
in front of our parents.
     "But, Mummy, you used to let Roger take me places!" he exclaimed. I'm
not sure who's face showed more shock, her's or mine that he was actually
standing up to his dominant mother.
     "Peter, Roger was older than you!" she snarled.
     "I'm thirteen!" I proclaimed before I realized it. 'Oh God, now she's
gonna kill both of us, then Mom's gonna kill me all over again.' I groaned
as I felt both of the ladies eyes drill through my skull.
     "Clayton, will you promise to keep Peter with you until you arrive at
my house? He's a long way from home, and mustn't become lost." she
growled. "And Peter, will you do everything Clayton tells you, everything?"
she added before I could respond.
     "I promise Mummy!" Peter bubbled in the sweetest voice I had ever
heard.
     "I promise Mum... Ma'am." I chimed in. 'Did I really almost say that?'
I gasp.
     "Very well." she groaned. She walked over to us and inspected my end
of her son's wrist leash, then Peter's. My eyes bugged when I saw the key
hold in the buckle holding it on his wrist but managed a polite smile. "I
will expect you promptly at 10:00. Clayton, please look both ways before
crossing the road." she added as she started toward the door.
     'Both ways? It's a dead end street stupid, look at the fence for
cars?' I thought, but managed a polite Yes Ma'am. Mom's tight face and
pencil grin was the last thing I expected as she stepped into the hall, but
I managed to acknowledge her command to make my bed.
     I was still staring at my bedroom door trying to believe everything
that had just happened really did when Peter squirmed, then twisted
sideways in my lap. My boyhood was the first to recover when I felt his
melon shaped butt cheek push into it, then his chest push against mine.
     "Thank you Clay!" he whined.
     He threw his arms around my neck and started to pull us into a tight
hug until his wrist leash began tightening around our necks. I didn't
resist as it pulled my hand up toward his back, and I when I cupped his
shoulder blades in my hand it slackened off, but its gentle pull rekindled
the fire in my stomach and groin.
     "Clay!" my mother's voice echoed from the hall almost scaring me to
death. "I'm going to call an important client, please keep the noise down
and don't disturb me for a few minutes."
     Somehow I managed a Yes Ma'am before Peter's beautiful eyes completely
captured me.  As he pulled us into an even tighter hug, somehow formed his
lips around my facebow and pushed his tongue into my mouth I didn't realize
I had cupped his other butt cheek in my hand until I lifted it and felt my
crotch burst into open flame as he pressed against me.
     "We must make your bed." he whispered a minute or so later.
     "Screw the bed, later." I gasp, and hugged him even tighter.
     "No, we must!" he answered in his wonderfully soft voice, with what I
thought was a little extra accent.
     'No, not now!' I groaned as he climbed out of my lap, but was too
mesmerized to argue as he led me by his leash to my bed. I didn't resist
when he pulled the covers back, crawled in and pulled me to lay down next
to him.
     I was still trying to figure out what he was doing when he released
the top button of my cutoffs, but gasp a breath in when my tool burst the
other buttons open and it sprang out of my shorts, bouncing off my stomach
a couple of times before it stood up like a flagpole. I tried to protest
that we could get caught as he wrapped his fingers around my boyhood and
began stroking it, but my lungs wouldn't cooperate. All I could do was arch
my neck and moan as my hips began humping up and down on the mattress.
     That strange fire in my lower body flared up like someone had thrown
gasoline on it, then seemed to concentrate itself in my groin. As Peter
began stroking my shaft faster I began to wonder if his hands was pumping
the fan for some kind of blast furnace inside me.
     "Oh, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna explode." I managed to grunt. His only
reaction was a soft giggle as he began stroking still faster. 'Oh God, I'm
gonna die!' I thought as my hips picked up the rhythm of his hands, like
they were trying to pump the fan harder.
     Suddenly the flame seemed to condense into a fireball between my legs,
building up more and more pressure for what seemed like several
eternities. I knew I was a goner when I felt part of the huge fireball
break away and flash through my boyhood. An instant later it felt like he
had turned my tool into a Roman Candle several more fireballs shot out the
end of it.
     "Oh God, oh God it hurts, it hurts so good!" I groaned. I tried to
raise my head to see what was going on, but after a couple of tries gave up
and closed my eyes.
     "Wicked, you shot a little!" Peter hooted.
     After a couple more tries I managed to raise my head to see what he
was talking about. At first I thought I had pissed myself, until he scraped
some of the clear liquid off the head of my shaft and noticed it was much
thicker than urine.
     "Yum, you taste good!" he exclaimed as he licked his fingers.
     "What, what did you do? How'd you learn that?" I gasp.
     "I wanked you!" he giggled. "Want me to do it again?"
     "Wow, did you learn that at Hogwarts? ... Is it a wizard thing?
Magic?" I managed another breath.  "It's too bad normal boys don't know how
to do that!" earned me another of his soft giggles and a kiss on the
neck. He laid down next to me and snuggled his lathe body against my side.
     "You've really never have..." he started to say. He propped himself up
on one elbow, looked down at me and gave another little giggle as his face
changed into one of his mischievous grins. "Well, I thing we are permitted
to teach Muggels how to!"
     My boyhood sprang back to attention when grabbed it and whispered, "We
must write Rupert and tell him I found my magic wand!" I thought it was
going to blast out another load of fireballs when he pulled his arm up to
my neck and I felt what I was sure was his wrist leash hook my pole and
pull it down toward my stomach, then when it sprang back upright as it the
stap slid off its end.
     "Clay, you have to be at Mrs Coreday's in half-an-hour, have you made
your bed?"  Mom's voice echoed from the stairwell.  "Clayton?" she barked a
few seconds later.
     "I'm making it now Mom!" my survival instinct answered for me. Without
realizing it I pushed my facebow between Peter's lips and gave him a quick,
open mouthed kiss.
     Somehow I managed to struggle to my feet, and even convince my still
rock hard boyhood to allow itself to be locked back into my tight cutoffs
without bursting the buttons. Despite us being chained together by his
wrist leash we made short work of straightening my bed covers.
     "Let's write Rupert! And Ron!" he suggested, almost dislocating my
shoulder as he dragged me back to my computer. 'Yeah!' my groin responded
as he guided me into my chair and climbed into my lap.
     I have no idea what 'I', or we, wrote in our message. By the time my
brain began to function and I forced myself to believe that we were
actually writing to not only a real live boy wizard that really lived at
Hogwarts, but one of my all time heros, with another really cute wizard
sitting on my lap in my bedroom the feel of his tight little butt cheeks
rubbing against my groin.  The feel of his leash softly rubbing against my
outer thigh as he typed and used the mouse took over and kept my eyes from
focusing.
     I didn't realize I had reached inside his shirt and cupped his flat
little tummy with one hand, and cupped his inner thigh with the other until
he let out another little giggle and squirmed in my lap. My boyhood
throbbed so hard I was sure it would bounce him off the ceiling. I started
to pull my hands back, but before I could he reached down, grabbed my hand
and pulled it more tightly around his waist.
     He used my end of his leash to guide my other hand back between his
thighs and whispered, "Can I tell Rupert I'm going to be your boy?"
     I tried to answer, or ask him what he meant, but the feel of his
tight, lathe body and the subtle vibration of his leash rubbing over my
outer thigh as he reached back up to the keyboard completely distracted me
again.  'Wow, is all this really real?' I asked myself as I tried to focus
my eyes.
     A few minutes later when we told my mom we were going to Peter's for
the great read in I shuttered when she called us back. 'What now old lady,
you better not embarrass me.' I groaned. 'No! No you better not, please
don't walk us over there!' I prayed as she put her a hand on each of our
shoulder and guided us onto the porch.
     "Clay, I just wanted to tell you this is the happiest I've seen you in
a very long time." she said, pulling us against her hips. "The satisfied,
excited look on your face when you came downstairs was priceless." made my
stomach tighten.
     'Hey lady... Oh shit, does she know, did she hear us?' knotted in my
throat.  I was trying to think of something to say when she kissed the top
of my head and continued, "You boys go enjoy yourself."
     We were almost to the street before Peter let out a soft chuckle.
"Did your boy satisfy you?" he giggled.  I started to wrap my arm behind
his back and pull him against me, but noticed his mother waiting for us on
their front porch.
     "Thank you for arriving promptly." she bubbled as she reached down and
grasp the strap leashing us together and led us inside and to the hall
closet.
     I somehow felt a little disappointed when she slipped the handle off
my wrist, fetched her key and removed the leash from Peter's wrist. 'Oh
well, she's chilling some.' I decided when she hung the wrist leash on the
door. I was totally unprepared for what she did next, she reached inside
the closet and pulled out a nylon harness like the one I was locked in
yesterday.
     "But, please Mummy." Peter whined. My mouth fell agape when he
continued, "Please Mummy, may I be put into my new reins?" I started to
pinch myself to see if I was having a nightmare when she reached back into
the closet, and his face brightened into a wide smile. He eagerly held his
arms out while she slipped the set of heavy leather straps onto his thin
arms. He waited patiently as she slipped the harness onto his shoulders,
turned around and put his arms out the his sides while she snapped the
buckles shut.
     "Please put your arms out in front of you Clayton." she told me. I
started to protest, to say I wanted to go home, or call my mom, or the
police or someone, but Peter's beautiful face, and worried expression made
me comply with her request.
     "May we please read together Mummy?" he whimpered in a soft voice as
she locked me into a harness. "May we take turns reading aloud, please?"
     "You may, if you promise not to be distracted." she answered as she
grasped the back of our harnesses and led us down the hall. I couldn't help
but gasp when she pulled gently on my harness to steer us into their study,
and its straps rubbed over my nipples through my fishnet shirt.
     Peter rushed ahead, and pushed two chairs right next to each other in
front of the table as she guided me behind. "I've sat out your night brace
for you Peter." she called behind him.
     "Thank you Mummy." he smiled at me as he plugged his facebow into his
teeth.
     "I've chosen a work that will help Peter learn about American
culture." his mother announced as she ushered me into one of the chairs.
     'No, oh no this has to be a bad dream!' I silently groaned when I saw
the book sitting on the table in front of us. 'No, little kids read that!
That's for babies, for sixth graders!' I groaned.
     "Please clip yourself in." Mrs Coreday told her son. My mouth fell
agape and I let out a loud gasp as I watched my friend and learned what the
short straps handing from the sides of the chairs were for. Peter snapped
one onto the metal 'D' rings on each side of his harness.
     I felt a surge of panic when I felt a slight tug on one side, then the
other of my harness and realized his mother had just locked me into my
chair. I was sure I was going to freak out as I squirmed in my seat and
realized we were indeed strapped into our chairs; I could twist side to
side, even lean forward somewhat, but since my legs were too short to reach
the floor I was a helpless prisoner in the heavy wooden chair.
     "The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin. By Mark Twain." Peter's sweet
voice and beautiful accent distracted me.
     By the time he finished reading the second paragraph of the text I was
so tantalized by his recitation, and the sight of his lipstick red lips
wrapping around his headgear as he spoke that I all but forgot about my
hated harness, that I was chained in place like a prisoner he was turning
what I had always thought of as one of the corniest books I had ever been
forced to read into the best poetry I had ever heard. I was sure I had died
and gone to Heaven when I twisted in my chair to get a better view of his
wonderful face and lips and my harness, rubbing over my now rock hard
nipples, sent a wave of heat into my stomach, then groin.
     I was so absorbed with his reading it took me a second to snap that he
had stopped, and pushed the book in front of me. "Please, don't stop?" I
begged with the little air I managed to push out of my lungs.
     I felt my eyes start to roll back in my head when he pushed his
facebow into my ear and whispered, "You must read the next page, my mum
might be listening." "Please, I love your voice." he whispered an instant
later.
     When I felt his tongue push into my ear, and his hand cup my inner
thigh and rub against my little nuts I wondered if Mrs Coreday hadn't done
me a favor strapping me in my chair, the straps were the only thing that
kept the rocket hot surge of heat that flashed through my entire lower body
from launching me into orbit.
     Somehow I managed to stammer through the next page, even with Peter's
continued groping. By the time we finished the first chapter my hand had
involuntarily moved into his groin, and I really regretted wearing my tight
cutoffs today. Not only was my white-hot, rock hard boyhood stressing their
steel buttons and trying to melt them, but my usually tiny little nuts felt
like a pair of grapefruits crammed inside my tight shorts. I managed to
stutter through the several times it was my turn to read for the next
while, although I'm still not sure how.
     Peter's wonderful voice and beautiful lips had me hypnotized as much
as his thin fingers had charmed the stiff snake between my legs as he began
to read a few minutes later, until he abruptly pulled his hand away from
the crotch of my shorts, pushing mine out of his at the same time.
     "Hi Mummy!" sent a shiver down my spine.
     "Please continue, I'm just about to check for messages." Mrs Coreday
answered. "You have a wonderful voice, but you should read aloud more!" she
bubbled as she cupped my neck, then walked over to their computer.
     I almost cried out loud when Peter continued reading and my nuts,
begging for attention, seemed to swell to the size of watermelons inside
the acorn size space my cutoffs offered, but somehow managed to take a
breath and turn back to my friend.
     "Peter, you've a message from Rupert, and another from Daniel!" she
announced a minute or so later , just as he slid the book over to me. "I've
also a large file to print out, would you boys mind halting your reading a
little early, and view your messages before I begin?"
     I was still trying to figure out what she had asked when Peter cried,
"No Mummy we will!  I mean we don't mind at all, if we may Mummy!"
     I sat motionless, hoping she didn't notice the bulge in my cutoffs and
trying to ignore my harness arousing my nipples a minute or so as she used
her key to release the straps locking me in my chair, then Peter's. After I
followed Peter's lead and climbed out my chair I managed to keep my back to
his mother as we went to the computer.
     "Ace!" he screeched a few seconds after he opened his first
message. "Look, Rupert and Daniel both wrote you!" he proclaimed, grabbing
the front of my harness and pulling me toward his monitor. "Ron, and
Harry!" he added as he pulled my back against his chest."
     "Harry?" I managed to stammer.
     "Harry Potter!" he hooted. "Harry Potter sent you an e-mail!"
     "It is indeed rare Harry Potter writes Muggles." his mother chuckled.
     "We must go read it, straight away!"
     "Clayton may go, but I'm afraid I haven't time the to take you right
now." she replied before either of us could say anymore. "I've just
received a chapter that I must print and edit."
     "But Mummy!" Peter cried. He turned to face his mother and sniffled a
couple of times, then whined, "Please Mummy, Clay can walk me, you allowed
him to this morning." he wiped some tears from his cheek with the back of
his hand then whimpered, "Please Mummy, I'll behave, and do everything
Clayton says!  And, and you allowed Roger to take me places!"
     His sad face and welling eyes were too much and I turned and pulled
him against me by his thin waist. "Please Mum?"  My face flashed as hot as
my groin had earlier as I realized what I had said. "Uh, I mean Ma'am,
Ma'am. And, and I... I will make sure he's okay and stuff."
     I didn't realize how tightly I was hugging my new friend until she
grasp the front of both our of harnesses and drew us to her. I felt like I
was under a microscope as she studied our faces for what seemed like
forever.
     "Will you promise?" she asked her son.
     "I promise Mummy!" he whimpered, I fought off the urge to wipe his
tear stained face for him.
     "Clayton, Peter is in a strange land, and if he became lost, he would
not know what to do.  Will you promise to keep him with you, and take care
of him?"
     "Yes Ma'am I promise!" I hooted. I felt like I was going to die a
thousand times as I felt her eyes drill into my brain. I was sure all was
lost as she turned away for an instant, then turned back and gave us a weak
grin.
     "Very well, but you must have lunch. Wait while I begin my printout
and I will make you some sarnies." she more mumbled than said.
     "But, Mummy..." Peter began.
     "We can eat lunch at my house!" I cut him off. "I don't think we have
any... Sarnies, but my mum, uh mom makes me make my own sandwiches a lot."
'Good show fool!' thought. "I - I mean lets me, and they're good!" Both of
their faces told me I had said something I shouldn't have, but her warm
smile gave me a slim hope of survival.
     "You may go with your friend." she told Peter. He pushed against her
and threw his arms around her neck, pushing his facebow into her
cheek. 'Gulp!' I thought when she gave me an almost threatening grin and
kissed her son. "Very well, hurry." she told him in a soft voice.
     Peter bolted out of her grasp and darted to the hallway door. I was
still trying to figure out what was going on when he turned back to me,
flashed me one of his almost evil little grins, gave me a quick thumbs up,
and bolted away. I started to follow him, but a tug on the back of my
harness stopped me. I felt my stomach tighten as she turned me back to face
her.
     "You are a wonderful lad, thank you for befriending my Peter." she
smiled. "However," made my abdomen tighten into a huge knot. "Please
refrain from serving him any more of that, cold tea, your mother called it
iced tea. We prefer proper tea."
     I was trying to figure out what on earth she was talking about when
she kissed the end of my nose and straightened back to a standing
position. "You are a most wonderful boy." she told me as she led me into
the hall, and to their hall closet.
     'Yes, she's going to let me out of this thing!' I thought.
     I felt my mouth start to water a second later when Peter bound down
the stairs, he was back in his skintight leather shorts, those two thick
silver zippers reflecting as brightly as his facebow and wide grin. I was
admiring his bright, happy face an instant later when it melted into a
frightened frown.
     "No, please Mummy, we don't need a coupler!" he cried. My mouth
dropped open when I followed his gaze and saw his mother holding not only a
leather leash, but the short nylon strap she had used to lock us together
yesterday. "Please Mummy! Clay can hold my reins, please?"
     Time seemed to stand still as she studied each of our faces.  After
what seemed like an eternity she signed. "Very well, but I want you to use
a safety rien, and I am relying on you Clayton." she said as she turned and
reached back into the closet.
     "But, Clayton is completely responsible for your behavior." she said
as she pulled another leash out off the closet door.
     I felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders when she turned
her son around and clipped a leash on his harness, then slipped the other
end of it over my hand. That was short lived, just until I noticed that the
leash didn't have a loop handle, but instead a padded cuff that she
tightened around my wrist.  I felt a ting of excitement when she turned me
around, sure that she was going to remove my fetters but that didn't last
long either.
     "I'm sending this along, in case your mother finds need of it." she
said. I felt two gentle tugs on my harness an instant later. "And I'll walk
you across, I want to give your mother something."
     An instant later I felt what I was sure was a leash land on my buns as
she disappeared down the hall.
     "You don't think your mum will couple us, do you?" Peter whined.
     "What do you mean?"
     "The coupling strap she put on your reins." he exclaimed. My throat
tightened as I digested what he had said.
     "No way!" I proclaimed, hoping I was right. He moved closer to me, and
when I felt his hand brush against my hip, and his leash rub between our
outer thighs I added, "You're mine now, remember?" before I realized it.
     His mother reappeared before he could answer and slipped my leash onto
his wrist as she ushered us to the front door.
     As we walked across the yard at first I was a little mad she hadn't
taken my harness off, and that I was back on a leash. But as the harness
began gently massaging my nipples, and the strap bouncing off one,then the
other of my buns, along with the feel of Peter's leash rubbing on my thigh
as we walked soon quelled my anger. By the time we reached the street I
felt my groin, then stomach developing a warm feeling again.
     Mom's face made me wish I was dead when she met us in the front room
of our house.  Her face tightened slightly, but her eyes lighted up such
that I expected them to break into laughter as they slowly surveyed my
restraints. I barely noticed a few tugs on the back of my harness as I
waited to die from embarrassment.
     "Go check Clayton's mail, I want to speak with Mrs. O'Riley
briefly. And remember your promises to me." Peter's mother rang into my
ears.
     "Yes Mummy." Peter's sweet voice answered for both of us. I diverted
my eyes away from my mother as I followed him toward the stairs.
     "Yes, am I your boy now?" he giggled as he pushed is thin body against
mine, forcing my arm behind his back. I felt my boyhood push against my the
buttons of my cutoffs when I automatically reached behind his back and
rested my hand or his hip, then felt a flash of heat through my body as it
slipped up under his tight tee-shirt against his soft warm skin.
     "Yeah." I groaned as we entered my room. Without realizing I had I
slid my hand further up under his shirt and pushed my thumb under the
leather harness strap encircling the bottom of his rib cage before adding,
"If you're my boy, you got to do everything I say."
     "Everything." he whispered in a voice so sexy that it made my tool
throb so hard I knew it was going to burst out of my cutoffs between the
buttons. I thought the fire inside it would surely set my shorts on fire
when I felt his hand in the small of my back, and a couple of his fingers
slip inside my waistband.
     "Do you think your mum knows we were being naughty?" he asked in a
soft voice. "I think she was looking at our stiffies."
     "I didn't have a stiffie! Did I?" I exclaimed.
     "You still do!" he giggled. My boyhood throbbed so hard I was sure I
heard some of the tread holding my cutoffs together when he reached over
and grabbed it through my shorts. "What would your mum do if she found out
you wank now?" his evil little grin made my mouth water, I guess to cool
the fire rushing through my entire lower body.
     It took me a few seconds to recover from his hand before I could think
rationally. "Mom cant know nothing about wanking, she's never been to
England or nothing." I informed him.
     His soft little giggle was too much for me, and I grasp the side of
his harness and turned him to face me, pulling his chest and stomach
against mine. I felt the fire inside my abdomen go atomic as he squirmed
his crotch into my groin and his harness rubbed against mine.
     "Bloody brace!" he groaned as our facebows collided.
     After a couple of tries we somehow managed to move out bulky
appliances around enough that our lips met, and I felt like my breath had
been taken away as his facebow pushed into my gums above my front teeth and
our tongues met. His leather shorts groaned almost as loudly as I did as I
grasped his firm round buns with both hands and pulled him into my crotch,
and throbbing tool. It felt like someone was pumping superheated air in to
inflate my nuts like a pair of balloons an instant later when he pushed a
couple of fingers inside the back of my shorts, and he began exploring my
mouth with his tongue.
     "You got to finish teaching me to wank." I gasped an eternity later
after we broke our kiss.
     "But I'm your boy now, I should wank you instead!" He pushed his
facebow against my ear and whispered, "I know of a better way too you
certainly will love!" before he stuck his tongue in my ear.
     I was sure I had died and gone to heaven when I felt his hand push
between our bodies and release my belt buckle. He only had to undo the top
button of my cutoffs before my rock hard, red hot boyhood sprang the other
buttons open as it leapt out of its prison with so much force I was sure it
was going to knock him over. I'm not sure if it pushed him away or if he
moved away from me a few inches before he started to drop to his knees.
     Somehow the handle of his leash locked around my wrist got hung up on
his harness, and he struggled back to his feet. After a little squirming we
got it free and he dropped onto his knees, his face level with my pole.
     "Clay, Peter, I'm making you guys some sandwiches," Mom's voice echoed
from the stairwell. "Please finish up what you are doing and come
downstairs. Five minutes."
     "Bloody hell!" Peter groaned under his breath. He looked up at me for
a second, then called out, "Yes Ma'am!"
     My boyhood throbbed so hard I was sure I had broken his jaw when he
planted a kiss on its tip before struggling back to his feet. "We must view
Daniel's message, in case your mum inquires." he whined.
     I was sure I had entered heaven when he guided me over to my computer
chair, ushered me to sit down, and squirmed into my lap, the soft, tightly
stretched leather covering his wonderful little butt rubbing against my
exposed shaft. I couldn't get my hands, really my body to move, but somehow
managed to move enough air over my lungs to give him my password.
     Again, even though it was the most important message I had received in
my life, I had no idea what was in the message from Harry Potter, or my
other in my email. I remember one of my hands ending up cupping his inner
thigh while the other found its way to his harness straps. He asked me
something about if he could tell Hogwarts that he was my boy now, but have
no idea how I answered.
     Mom's voice made me jerk slightly when she called upstairs, telling us
it was time to eat and 'asking' us to come downstairs, but I couldn't bring
myself to answer.
     "Clayton Francis, did I call you?" she barked soon after.
     "Answer her, promptly!" Peter whispered. "You must!" An instant later
he hopped off my lap and called out is his sweetest voice, "He is in the
loo Ma'am! We will be there promptly Ma'am!"
     I began to snap back to life as he struggled to button the fly of my
shorts and led me by his leash into the upstairs bathroom, and wiped my
face with a cool wet cloth. About halfway down the stairs my eyes began to
focus, and the sight of my mother's face flashed me back into reality, or
survival mode.
     "Well, you guys look, well, like you're having a good time!" Mom's
bubbly voice further interrupted my euphoria.
     "Oh, uh, hi Mom." I managed to get out.
     "Clay has received an email from Daniel... from Harry Potter!" Peter
announced.
     "Indeed, how exciting!" she smiled. From her expression it was clear
she was too old, or dumb, to realized the import of such a statement.
     "I see you aren't too uncomfortable with reins! See, I told you look
cute in them!" she teased as she tugged on my shoulder straps, then the
belts locked around my chest.
     "Um, well I, well I didn't want Peter to feel uncomfortable, like you
told me Mom." I tried.
     "Of Course Dear!" she chuckled.
     'Gulp!' I thought. As I slipped my thumb out from under his harness
and let his shirt fall back down. I wondered how to explain all this to
her.
     "I think my mum wants me to stay with Clay." Peter whimpered.  "She
said we must, Ma'am." he added, the little English boy in his voice taking
my breath way. "And I feel safe with Clay. Ma'am."
     I could have sworn she glanced at our crotches for a second. "Of
course Dear." she snickered. She let out another sigh and pulled us into a
brief hug against her. "I made some grilled cheese, let's go eat before
they get cold." she told us.
     I paid a lot more attention to the stack of steaming sandwiches than
anything else as she ushered us into the kitchen and to our seats, until
she picked up my wrist, produced a key and removed Peter's leash from my
arm.
     "Your mother asked me to do this, to help you remember not to leave
the table without being excused." she said as she wrapped the leash around
the back of his chair and locked it back onto his harness.
     I fought off panic when she stepped behind me and said, "And, it wont
hurt for you to get into that habit."  The tug on my harness told me I was
being locked into my seat.
     I took a deep breath as I tried to figure out what to do, I couldn't
run away from home, at least until she unchained me. If it did what I
really wanted to do, tell her off and demand this BS ended immediately, the
kitchen chair I was fettered in would become Mom's equivalent of the
Electric Chair, but I would suffer a much slower death then any of those
poor people strapped into it before me.
     A nudge from my new friend's elbow, and probably the wonderful aroma
of the freshly grilled sandwiches to me not to go that route, at least not
until after lunch. Peter's beautiful face and smile when I glanced over at
him, and his bright red lips wrapping themselves around a bite of sandwich,
semi-liquid cheese squeezing out the sides of it told me not to freak.
     'Well, it's for Peter, and Ron, and for Harry. Yes, my friend Harry
Potter, he said I am!' I decided, and bit into a slice of grilled
cheese. 'Besides, like Mom said, Mrs Coreday is gonna chill and stop all
this when she quits freaking about being in America.' I told myself.
     I was still trying to convince myself I was right and about to start
on my third sandwich when Mom spoke. "Boys, Susan and I are thrilled how
close you two have gotten so quickly."  she began. "And, Clay, it is so
wonderful to see you so happy, happier than I've seen you in years!" she
beamed.
     'Oh shit, did Mrs Coreday tell her about wanking?'  A quick survey of
her face told me not, especially after Peter told me only wizards knew how
to. 'No way a wizard especially a Hogwarts Wizard, would tell a mother
about it!' I realized.
     "I questioned her judgement when Peter's mom and I first talked about
using reins on a boy his age," she continued. "But as I see how
comfortable, how secure you feel in them, how chipper you are now, I think
they are the best thing in the world for you, don't you Son?"

Author's Note: Sorry to take so long in writing this, let me know what you
think of it. The next chapter will be coming out as soon as I have time to
work on it.

To Be Continued