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-- Part 11
A few hours later, Peter was startled by Lucy come thundering down the stairs and grabbing him by the ear as he watched TV.
"Why is Jay asleep in your bed?" she asked bluntly.
"Um, he felt tired so I said he could sleep there."
"Why has he got no clothes on Peter?" asked Lucy, tightening her grip on Peter's left ear.
"Ow! Why were you in my room?" asked Peter, trying to change the subject as he tried to shake off Lucy's grip.
"Dad asked me to empty all the rubbish bins in all the rooms, if you must know." She knelt down next to her brother. "What's going on Peter? I haven't forgotten that you tied yourself up in the back garden, you know. Have you two been tying each other up again?"
"I, Um," started Peter, thinking on the spot about how to answer this. "Maybe I have and maybe I haven't." Lucy didn't buy this response, she knew something wasn't right but couldn't quite put her finger on it. She'd had her suspicions for quite some time now, after Jay suddenly stopped hanging around with her for no apparent reason. She'd also seen them together talking at school and unbeknown to both boys, Lucy knew that Peter had been handcuffed to the girl's school showers, but not that Jay had done it. It had seemed strange at the time, but Lucy had noticed that Jay had also drifted away from his makeshift gang that he'd formed himself.
She'd always had a nagging feeling about her brother's sexuality, due to the fact that she had gone through three boyfriends whereas Peter, prior to Lauren, had shown no interest in girls his own age even when they had been throwing themselves at his feet for a date. The fact that she'd found Jay Brown in Peter's bed with no clothes on seemed to confirm what she'd kind of knew all along.
"Fine, whatever." As Lucy left, Peter breathed a sigh of relief - he'd got away with that one. By 9pm Peter thought it would about time Jay went home so he went upstairs.
"Jay?" asked Peter. "Get up, you gotta go." He pulled back the duvet cover and shook Jay gently to wake him up.
"Wha... what time is it?" asked Jay groggily. He glanced at the bedroom clock, muttered profanity under his breath and rapidly dressed like there was no tomorrow. As he began to leave the room, Jay turned round to face Peter.
"Thanks. For, you know what before."
"No problem." They hugged each other briefly. "See ya."
"Not if I see you first," replied Jay, giving Peter a sly smile at this witty comment. Peter gave him a quick peck on the cheek as Jay left the room and subsequently the house. As soon as he'd gone, Lucy poked her head around Peter's doorframe.
"You've been up to something with Jay haven't you?" she asked. "I heard you two and your 'Thanks for you know what' and what sounded like a smooch!"
"I ain't done nothing," said Peter, as he tried in vain not to blush at this remark.
"You're in love with him aren't you?" Peter shook his head, now unable to control his blushing. It was always obvious when Peter was lying, because he wasn't very good at it, his body language always gave the game away and his face turned into a pained expression. "Have you slept together? Felt each other up?"
"No!" exclaimed Peter, his eyes widening at the remark. He was now actively fidgeting with his hands, a true sign of nervousness. "Never." He wished he could pull off lying.
"You're a gay aren't you?" laughed Lucy. Peter didn't bother denying it, it was pointless - his sister had been spying on him from a distance and put the pieces together. "I knew it! My twin brother is a poof! Dad won't keep poofs in this house! I'll go and tell him and make you a homeless poof!"
"No!" said Peter, grabbing Lucy's arm. He was now visibly shaking. "No blackmail, just please don't tell. Not for a while anyway, I want to tell him myself. Please Luce?"
Lucy really wanted to watch the shit hit the proverbial fan, but she also needed proof that Peter and Jay were doing stuff together. No point spilling the beans without backup. She continued to observe her brother's comings and goings, just waiting for an opportunity to stick the knife in and twist it all the way round and then some more.
To her delight, an opportunity presented itself about a week later. She'd spotted Peter and Jay disappearing together into The Vic so Lucy fabricated an excuse for Ben Mitchell to get involved. Lucy gave it ten minutes or so to let Peter lust over Jay and then phoned Ben up with a premise to borrow one of Jay's video games. With any luck Ben would make up a dance about it in some public fashion and out Peter that way. Either that or he'll tell Phil.
In Jay's bedroom at The Vic, Peter lay naked on the floor, his wrists tied together behind one of the bedposts. He'd been obsessively masturbating again so he had asked Jay to put him in his chastity belt for a few days. He had found this a great aid to control himself - as much as Peter loved masturbating, he knew there was a point where it can't be healthy - nine times in the last week was probably not good.
Jay gave the boy one thorough wank, teasing him with a mixture of long, slow strokes and occasional quick pulsating ones. He dribbled lubrication over Peter's penis to speed things up. This did the trick and Peter found himself ready to shoot his load, this he announced to Jay so he could quickly arrange to collect the semen. Once Jay was ready, he flogged the penis to get the juices.
It was at that point Peter could have died - the bedroom door swung open and in walked his uncle, Ben Mitchell. As soon as Peter and Jay collapsed eyes on Ben, the tissues fell off Peter's body just as he ejaculated. So much for not making a mess.
"What you doing?" asked Ben.
"I, um... yes well," babbled Peter, feeling himself going bright red. He knew he shouldn't have let Jay talk him into tying his hands.
"Fuck off you, it's private. Ain't you ever heard of knocking?" shouted Jay.
"I only want a game," replied Ben, not quite sure where to look anymore. "Why is Peter naked? And why is your hand on his dick?" The more Ben visually digested the scene before him, the more curious he became.
"Our secret," said Jay quickly. Ben had had his fill of secrets before, having been regularly pinched and bullied by Stella so the word "secret" should have set off alarm bells in his head. Here was Peter Beale, naked and tied. He didn't look hurt, in fact the way his face changed when Jay squeezed Peter's penis again immediately told Ben that Peter was enjoying having Jay's hand on his genitals. He wasn't keen on Ben standing there in the doorway, mind you.
"This is that wanking thing isn't it?" asked Ben, having a sudden flash of recognition. "We've learnt about it in school." Ben shut the door and came across to where Peter lay, his erection quickly subsiding. "Can I have a go?"
"What? No!" exclaimed Peter. "Let me go!" Jay ignored this plea, and cleaned up Peter as best he could with the tissues before inviting Ben to get involved. Ben knelt down next to Peter and gazed at Peter's shrinking organ.
"Hold it, it ain't gonna sodding bite ya!" said Jay. He took Ben's right hand and guided it to wrap around Peter's penis. "Up and down, keep going slowly, like." Following Jay's coaching, Peter had a fresh hard erection once again. Jay encouraged the boy to keep going and bring Peter gradually towards climax. After about twenty minutes of active regular masturbation, a humilated Peter had no choice but to ejaculate once again in front of Ben. He'd tried desperately not to shoot but Jay knew how to manipulate the boy in every way possible to prevent this.
"Cool!" exclaimed Ben. "What's all this white stuff on my hand?"
"It's cum. He made it," replied Jay, pointing at Peter. "What goes up a chick's arse to make a baby, like. You can eat it too. Tastes like sugar." Ben pulled a face at this, which was nothing compared to what he saw next. Handing Ben a tissue, Jay proceeded to lick the semen straight off Peter's stomach. When he popped his tongue into Peter's belly button, the naked youth literally gurgled like a baby.
"That's disgusting!" said Ben, not quite sure whether he wanted to be sick or not. "You can't do that, you're not 16."
"Just shut the fuck up, will ya? I'll show ya something disgusting. Wank him off again," ordered Jay. As Ben followed this order and brought Peter to erection, he was surprised to see Jay guide Peter's penis into his mouth.
"What the..?"
"Wank the wanker, you wanker. Fucking hell Ben, did I tell you to stop or are you just stupid?" Ben continued to stroke Peter's genitals and this was followed a short time later by slobbering and the occasional sounds of sucking. He looked up to see Jay's lips wrapped around the upper half of Peter's erect penis.
"Um, that's... interesting," murmured Ben, trying not to look at this scenario for any longer than he had to. Ben wrapped a few layers of tissue around his hand before continuing to masturbate Peter at a faster pace, not really wanting Jay's drool all over him. "You actually enjoy this?" he called over to Peter. "Looks nasty."
"He loves it, don't you Pete?" said Jay through mouthfuls of sweaty penis. When Ben looked round Jay at Peter the boy was actually nodding his head! Peter began to hump his body up and down on the floor as he felt Jay's tongue running over the head of his penis.
When Peter finally ejaculated half an hour later, his penis was drenched in Jay's saliva, Ben's tissue was soaked and Peter was so hot and sweaty all over his body he looked like he'd been in a hot sauna. It was when Ben glanced at Jay that he couldn't take any more - he'd seen a layer of semen smeared across Jay's mouth. The thought of drinking this "cum" stuff straight ouf of Peter's body was enough to make Ben retch. He quickly left the room to be sick in the toilet, bringing up all his dinner in the process.
While Ben was out the room, Jay set up a room fan to blow air across Peter's sweat drenched torso to cool him down. Without saying another word, he slide Peter's chastity device underneath him, pulled it into place, fed the boy's penis into appropriate avenues to prevent erection, and locked it up, just as Peter wanted. Ben came back in at this point, to see a thin metalic device around Peter's waist. Naturally he queried it, not quite sure whether he was going to have to throw up again.
"Stops a wanker from wanking," replied Jay. He invited Ben to have a feel, poke and attempt to find Peter's genitals. The boy had no success at this. "I got the key," continued Jay, "so if Pete wants a wank, he's gotta ask us. He wanks too much, that's why his nob is so fuckin' tiny!" Ben giggled at this.
Humiliation over, Jay finally untied Peter's wrists. The first thing he did was to rapidly get dressed and attempt to flee the building. Peter was cut off at the door by Jay, who swore Ben to top level secrecy not to tell anybody in any way, shape or form.
"Tell and I'll chop his nob off," said Jay, jerking his thumb in Peter's direction, "and then I'll lamp ya shitless, Ben, before chopping your dick off and ramming it up your nosey fucking arse. Bealey here would probably love that though so I'd just shove his dick down your gob."
"I promise," said Ben. "I'll tell nobody. Scout's honour. Dib dib dib..."
"Shut. Up. Stop being a tit. Just say 'Yes Jay' and then shut the fuck up. Scouts honour, dibbing, what bollocks!" retorted Jay. "Shall I just chop your nob off now to save buggering about later on?"
"No, it'll be fine," blubbered Ben. "I'll say nothing. Can I go now?"
"Fuck off then." Ben left the room at this point. He'd been told by Lucy that whatever Jay said, threatened or did to or with him was not to be taken personally by Ben. She couldn't quite understand why her brother had fallen for a foul-mouthed chav when there was plenty of nice looking boys in Walford High. Lucy kept Ben on look-out for a while to keep track.
Over the next couple of months, Jay implemented a solution to curb Peter's masturbationary tendencies. He left the kid chaste for a few days, beat him off and then gradually increased the number of days between sexual relief. Jay left Peter chaste for a day, then jacked him off, left him chaste for two days, and jacked him off again, and so on. With this method, Peter was easily able to go five, six days between sessions, with willpower. Eventually Jay forced his friend to go ten days between each masturbation session. This took more effort and distraction on Peter's part to help himself.
Jay planned to enforce this routine on Peter for about six weeks, and so began to increase the gaps between relief. His ultimate aim was to get Peter to jack off monthly, however deep down he knew it wasn't going to happen but it'd be fun anyway to watch Peter squirm.
Peter loved being controlled and dominated in this fashion so he was only too keen to throw himself into Jay's way of thinking, plus it would force him to try and curb his masturbatory urges. The chastity belt was the best thing he'd ever bought.
Under this regime, Jay would only masturbate Peter for a maximum of twenty minutes or until he ejaculated, whichever came first, and then subdue the kid's erection as quickly as possible. In most cases Peter would be in his belt again in less than five minutes. He would regularly handcuff Peter's hands behind his back before removing the belt, teasing Peter with "look, but only I can touch" comments.
Because Ben was hanging around like a bad smell waiting to see if Peter and Jay were going to do something, Jay realistically had little option but to let him in. To accommodate the kid Jay changed the arrangements - he put Ben in charge of jacking Peter off and himself of disposing of the boy's semen. After Peter's first 10 day chaste experience Jay chained Peter naked to Ben's bed in a four-point restraint and removed the belt. Peter's erection sprang into life pretty much right away. He ordered Ben to jack Peter off while he rubbed down Peter's stomach. On that occasion Jay licked the semen from Peter's stomach and chastised him once again.
Ten days later, same situation, same setup. Jay cranked the hormone factor up this time by drinking the semen straight from Peter's penis. The horny youth's eyes spread far and wide when he saw Jay stripping off, and even more so when he lay on top of Peter's body, his backside floating in front of the boy's face. Every time Jay farted Peter could immediately tell what the kid had been eating recently. On one occasion he had to ask Ben for a peg for his nose as Jay had previously eaten far too many beans.
Another ten days of secure chastity for Peter passed. This time on his day of relief Jay would move the venue to Peter's house. Ben tipped Lucy off about this and it gave her the perfect opportunity to bring her own plan to fruitation. If she was going to get her incredibly irritating twin brother kicked out of her life, this was as good a way as any. She knew Ian had plans for both Peter and herself to inherit the family portfolio of businesses, but with Peter out of the way, more money for Lucy when it was time to sell!
Lucy set up an online hosting account and played with the webcam in Peter's bedroom and its settings to feed the online account with new grabs every few seconds with streaming capability. After a bit more fiddling and use of her laptop, Lucy was able to pull the live streaming feed out of Peter's webcam. Peter never switched his computer off, but he didn't spend all day downloading music from Limewire - Lucy did and she had more pop-ups on her laptop that she'd had hot dinners. Poking around on Peter's PC for the heck of it, Lucy found her brother didn't have a fat lot on it, save for schoolwork, the odd picture of some blonde tart and a collection of MP3 music having been ripped from the original CDs.
Leaving the PC and the house, Lucy found an unsecured wireless internet signal with her laptop and connected to it successfully. She tested the webcam. After about ten minutes she witnessed Jane running the vaccum cleaner across Peter's floor. It was working!
Three days later, the smile turned to frustration as her plan showed signs of falling apart. She'd caught Peter on his webcam staring blankly at his computer monitor presumably internet surfing. He kept looking down at his crotch though. In hindsight, Lucy thought, I should have put LogMeIn or whatever on Peter's PC just to really screw with his mind.
As luck would have it though, Lucy later spotted activity coming from Peter's room - her brother, Ben and Jay entering. She mentally prepared herself for some potentially disturbing viewing and connected to the live stream, recording the stream as she went. Lucy watched the events unfold.
Peter took off his shirt to expose his bare upper body as Ben shut the bedroom door and Jay fiddled around under the bed for the necessary equipment. Peter sat himself down on the bed as Jay whispered into Ben's ear what they were going to do. Ben then ordered Peter onto the bed, hands up. Jay distracted Peter by straddling his midrift and tapping his nipples. While this was happening, Peter was well aware of the pink fluffy handcuffs being locked to his wrists by Ben. Peter gazed in bewilderment as Jay began to take his shirt off, distracting Peter long enough so Ben could fasten him to the bedposts. Jay eventually proceeded to take nothing off at all.
Ben ran round the bed and proceeded to remove Peter's trainers and socks, while Jay shuffled down his body to pin his legs. Without warning, Ben grabbed a toothbrush from Peter's box of tricks and began to run it up and down the soles of Peter's feet, causing Peter to giggle and try to pull his feet back. After a short while Jay rolled off the bed and invited Ben to strip the boy.
Ben unbuttoned and pulled down the jeans and underwear from Peter's body, to expose his chastity belt still firmly locked in place. Ben pulled the clothing off Peter's body while Jay shuffled him down the bed slightly, then Ben chained Peter's ankles securely to the bedposts. Jay removed the belt from Peter and the two boys left him trapped there, fully expoed, while they went to the bathroom with the belt.
"Don't get hard," scoffed Jay.
"Don't go anywhere," Ben chimed in, thinking he was spouting witty remarks.
"Shut it, you prat," hissed Jay. He put a damp sponge on Peter's limp genitals and left him.
The boys were out for about twenty minutes, as Peter struggled helplessly; whatever he thought of started an erection. Whatever he gazed at in the room was sexualised in his mind. If he closed his eyes, his imagination took over and went down a route that would inevitably spark an erection.
When Ben returned to the room, he picked up the toothbrush once again and proceeded to attack Peter's soles again with it. Peter found to his immense frustration he couldn't pull his feet away, nor could he bend his arms or legs. He lay in the middle of the bed, fully stretched out, not aching or in any great discomfort yet Peter was effectively paralysed and defenceless. All he could do was attempt to discourage Ben's tickling by waving his feet around on the bed. This wasn't particularly difficult for Ben to diffuse - grab Peter's toes, hold them firmly and the sole is his for the taking.
While Peter giggled and thrashed about on the bed, he failed to spot Jay enter the room with a clean chastity cage and some warm soapy water in a beerglass. Using a spare toothbrush, Jay began to run the brush over Peter's scrotum. Ben dropped the tickle attack and using the same toothbrush he'd just attacked Peter's feet with, began to lightly scrub Peter's penis. Both boys dipped their brushes in the water on occasion.
Being ever so careful not to trigger an erection in their subject, Jay and Ben worked methodically all over Peter's genitals and pubic area to clean him up in preparation for what was coming next. All Peter knew that he was going to have a wank.
By this point Lucy didn't quite know how to feel - guilty for spying on her own brother, disgust for seeing him in this situation, or embarrassed for seeing her brother naked, an occasion she had been glad to see the back of since the age of 6. The sight of pink fluff around her brother's wrists gave Lucy a rough idea of how long this charade has been going on for.
She could only watch at what happened next - Jay had started to strip off by now, provoking a feeling of jealously inside Lucy's mind. He'd never once stripped off for her! Lucy also felt jealous towards her own brother, and her desires to get him out of her life forever intensified. She'd shop the entire session to her father who'd hopefully flog Peter to within an inch of his life never mind what does or does not happen upstairs.
After rummaging around in Peter's box of bondage equipment, Jay clambered onto the bed, his arse in front of Peter's face. As previously agreed, Ben handcuffed Jay's hands behind his back and cuffed his ankles together underneath Peter's arms, trapping him in that position. Jay wanted to see if he could get Peter off using only his tongue and mouth.
"After ten minutes, blindfold both of us," ordered Jay. "I'll try and get meself off too. Stop us after twenty minutes." Pulling at his wrists to check the restraints, Jay gave Ben the order to start the charade.
He watched as Ben gently dried Peter's damp penis with a towel. He then moved the tip of the organ to Jay's lips. After a few seconds, Jay opened up, Ben guided it in and gazed as Jay wrapped his lips around the other boy's organ.
As he watched Jay run his mouth and tongue around Peter's bits while effectively humping Peter's stomach, Ben felt saddened that he had told this all to Lucy. The sight of Peter and Jay being all over each other, doing things with each other in this fashion was strangely compelling to watch. Ben found himself curiously wanting a go, his own penis growing in his trousers.
Feeling Jay's rough tongue running around his genitals reminded Peter of the unfortunate occasion when he'd tried to masturbate himself with some sandpaper. Not only had it bloody hurt at the time, it had cut his skin as well and effectively stopped him masturbating. Now he had extra damage potential here as Jay could quite easily bite him. Jay had promised him he wouldn't bite, and trust was a major part of this relationship in any case - if it weren't he'd still be lying in the back garden now. He could feel his penis beginning to grow as Jay attacked it with his tongue.
Five minutes later, the sight of Jay squirming about on Peter's body making light grunting noises was too much for Ben - he couldn't wait any longer. He shed his clothes to reveal an erection of his own, sat down on the edge of the bed and began to masturbate himself furiously, in direct sight of the webcam. Lucy's eyes widened enormously at this, not knowing whether to be sick or not. She nearly dropped the laptop at what Ben did next. --
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