“Fifteen minutes…ok?” Matt reminded Adrian who was still looking in shock at the big bowl of horrid milk pudding in front of him. He looked up.
“Wha?” he managed to say.
“Fifteen minutes to empty the bowl and lick it clean…” Matt explained.
“Set the timer and we’ll give Adrian a countdown,” Peter said to Matt.
“Brilliant! Great idea, Peter… Adrian, I’m setting the timer… you’ve got ten seconds to get ready… when we say ‘go’ you tuck in and finish off the tadpole pudding…”
“... and if you finish it in fifteen minutes, I’ll unlock your nob so you can have a wank…” Peter added encouragingly.
“But I’ll never eat all that in fifteen minutes…” Then Adrian saw the teaspoon, picked it up and pleaded with his friends, “Oh, please… give me a bigger spoon… I’ll never finish it with this…”
“You never know until you try,” Matt told him, using one of his mum’s favourite dictums.
Matt moved behind Adrian’s chair so that he could stick the magnetic timer to the fridge door. Adrian would not be able to see how much time he had left.
“TEN! NINE! EIGHT!” Adrian, realising had had no choice, picked up the teaspoon.
“SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!” Adrian leant forwards over the bowl, teaspoon poised.
“FOUR! THREE!” As Adrian smelt the pudding he felt himself gag.
“TWO! ONE! LIFT OFF!!!” Matt pressed the timer button to start the count as Adrian plunged his teaspoon into the milk pudding.
It didn’t talk long for everyone to see that Adrian was never going to finish the pudding unless he worked more quickly with the spoon. Adrian shovelled up the milk pudding for all he was worth. The slimy mixture coated his mouth as he gagged trying to swallow this, his most hated pudding. Inevitably some of the pudding bubbled out of his mouth, running down his chin and dripping onto the bib covering his upper chest.
Matt and Peter cheered Adrian on and Mrs Plant, Matt’s mum, must have wondered what the boys were so excited about, but she just smiled and got on with her sewing. She never did understand why boys had to make so much noise when they were having fun.
The teaspoon became a blur when Matt announced that five minutes had elapsed. Peter looked down at the bowl, the contents of which didn’t seem to have gone down much since Adrian had started. Peter caught Matt’s eye and shook his head. Matt nodded. There didn’t seem to be any way Adrian could finish the bowl, never mind lick it clean.
At the ten minute mark Adrian could see that unless drastic action was taken, he’d never get his nub trainer unlocked for a wank. He put down the spoon and with both hands picked up the bowl still nearly half full of tadpole pudding. Without thinking of the consequences Adrian lifted the bowl to his lips.
Even before disaster struck Matt and Peter were laughing at the mess Adrian had got himself into, but before their disbelieving eyes they watch transfixed as Adrian, mouth wide open, tilted the bowl towards himself.
What Adrian hadn’t allowed for was that the pudding at the bottom of the bowl had almost set. Indeed it had congealed into a thick viscous gloop and as Adrian tilted the bowl into an ever steeper angle to his face, the remaining contents of the bowl suddenly and without warning, cascaded onto his face.
“One minute to go!” Matt managed to announce when he stopped laughing long enough to say anything.
Adrian was frantically stuffing handfuls of cold pudding into his mouth, but it was effort wasted. Most of the thick stuff that had tipped out of the bowl had slithered down to his lap where it lay on his super tiny speedos.
“Thirty seconds!” Matt announced.
Panic-stricken, Adrian started to lick the bowl, thinking the mess that was now in his lap and the slimy mixture that covered his head, neck, chest and tummy, somehow didn’t count. What was important, he thought, was to get the bowl clean. If he could get the bowl clean he’d have done the forfeit… surely?
“Ten seconds… nine seconds… eight… seven…”
Matt and Peter were puzzled as they watched Adrian desperately licking the inside of the bowl. They could see Adrian’s pink tongue was white with the creamy mixture as it worked the sides of the bowl.
“... six… five… four…”
Both Matt and Peter were thinking the same thing. Adrian hadn’t completed the forfeit… by a very long way. He hadn’t eaten all the tadpole pudding. Licking the bowl clean was only part of the forfeit.
“... three… two… ONE!!”
Adrian looked up at his mates. He held the bowl up for them to inspect.
“See! I’ve licked it clean…” He gagged and burped, “I did it…” Adrian could see by the expressions on both Matt’s and Peter’s faces that he was about to be disappointed.
“Come on… I did the forfeit…” Adrian pleaded, but he could feel the cold pudding seeping between his legs as if any reminder was needed that he hadn’t actually completed the forfeit and eaten all the glutenous tadpole pudding.
Peter broke the news to Adrian: “Sorry, buddy… it wouldn’t be fair… you know the rules… forfeits have to be completed in the time set… I know how desperate you are for a wank, but it wouldn’t be fair to unlock you when you didn’t finish the forfeit…”
“... otherwise there would be any point in having forfeits, would there?” Matt added.
Adrian, downcast, had to agree: “I guess you’re right… but I really, really, really need a wank…” he sighed, “... please... will you let me do another forfeit then… please, guys?”
Matt and Peter looked at each other as if to say, another forfeit? He wants to do another forfeit!
Peter suppressed a chuckle before saying: “Sure… sure, Adrian, we’ll think of something…”
“You’d better get yourself cleaned up first,” Matt told Adrian, “... you look a right mess.”
Adrian looked down at himself and at the gloop still nestling in his lap, then at Matt.
“Best eat it up, eh,” Matt said.
“But… but… I’ve eaten loads already…” Adrian was ignored.
Peter added: “Then we’ll get you cleaned up… and maybe go down the rec., eh, Matt?”
Adrian set about licking up the last of the tadpole pudding while Matt went outside and fixed up the garden hose, then went back to the understairs cupboard to rootle about until he found what he was looking for.
Meanwhile back in the kitchen Peter supervised Adrian as he attempted to eat up what was left of the tadpole pudding that had slipped into his lap. More than once Adrian gagged on the vile mixture, but Peter just told him how nourishing the milk pudding was and to “get on with it… we want to get down to the rec.”
Adrian looked up: “I can’t go to the rec. like this… my trunks are covered in the stuff…”
As if on cue the door to the kitchen opened and Matt’s mum stepped in. She took one look at Adrian and burst out laughing: “Good heavens! You have made a mess of yourself… how on earth did you manage to get your swimming trunks covered in pudding? I thought you said you liked tapioca pudding, but it looks as though you prefer to use it as a skin conditioner…” Once more she chuckled at the state Adrian had got himself into, little realising the reason.
Peter explained: “He lifted the bowl up and…”
Mrs Plant gave a deep sigh: “Honestly! You boys… didn’t you think what would happen, Adrian? I think you’d better get those trunks off… and the bib…”
“But… but, Mrs Plant…”
“Better do what she says, Adrian,” Peter warned his friend while teasing him by discreetly showing him the key which he cleverly kept out of sight of Matt’s mum.
Adrian saw the key Peter was holding and untied the string that held up his tiny speedos while Mrs Plant untied the bib. Reluctantly Adrian pulled down the sticky swimming trunks. He was terrified that Matt’s mum would see the nub trainer locked onto his penis and so clapped his hands between his legs once he’d managed to hand over his speedo trunks without turning to face Matt’s mum.
Mrs Plant laughed at Adrian’s modesty, not knowing that it was the nub trainer he didn’t want her to see: “You don’t have to be so shy, Adrian… I see Matthew’s little willy often enough to know what boys look like…”
This made Adrian blush more than ever and not for the first time it seemed to him that mums knew just how to make embarrassing situations worse.
“I’ll put your trunks in the sink to soak while the boys help you get cleaned up outside…” she paused before adding, “Matthew will be able to lend you a pair of his play shorts… it’s going to take a while to get your trunks properly clean…”
Peter spoke up to remind Matt’s mum of the rules: “That’s very kind of you to offer Adrian a pair of Matt’s play shorts to wear, but…” he turned to Adrian, it would sound better coming from him, “... what are the rules of the challenge, Adrian… the rules about what you agreed to wear?”
Adrian, his hand still firmly clamped between his legs, said what he knew Peter wanted him to say no matter how stupid it sounded: “Doing the challenge means I have to wear my speedo swim trunks. I can’t wear shorts…”
“... or a T-shirt…” Peter prompted.
“... or a T-shirt, otherwise I’d loose the challenge…” Adrian added, hoping he’s said the right thing, but Peter wasn’t quite satisfied.
“Tell Mrs Plant what happens if you break any of the challenge rules,” he said in such a way as to give Matt’s mum the impression the boys enjoyed doing challenges. “Go on… tell her,” he urged.
Adrian looked sideways at Peter and then back to face Matt’s mum: “I’d have to do another challenge… only it would have to be a worse one…” he said guessing it was what Peter wanted him to say.
“Well… that is interesting,” she said, “... although I can’t think what could possibly be worse than wearing nothing but swimming trunks all the time… but I’m sure you boys will think of something…”
Peter grinned: “We’ll try our best to come up with something, Mrs Plant.” He turned to Adrian, “Come on, Adrian… let’s get get you cleaned up so we can go to the rec…”
The two boys left the kitchen by the back door. Leaving the comparative safety of the house made Adrian feel very vulnerable, since, bar his nub trainer, he was totally nude. “Whad’ya mean ‘go to the rec.’ I can’t go to the rec. like this…”
“Don’t worry,” shouted Matt as he came out of the house a couple of seconds later. He had heard Adrian’s complaint, “I’ve got something you can put on…”
Peter looked at him questioningly.
“It won’t break the rules,” he assured Peter, “Adrian’s right… we can’t take him to the rec. like that…”
Peter was a stickler for following the rules… even the ones they made up on the hoof: “If you’re sure, Matt… but no shorts or T-shirts… agreed?”
“Of course, Peter… it’s nothing like that,” Matt assured him, “Let’s get Adrian cleaned up first, then I’ll show you… but don’t forget we’ve got to put the key in the lock-box before we go to the rec.”
“No, I hadn’t forgotten… so’s this trip to the rec. going to count as a forfeit for Adrian not finishing the tadpole pudding in time?” Peter asked.
“No… not quite,” Matt replied, “Adrian failed to complete the forfeit by not finishing the tadpole pudding in the set time… for failing we’re putting the key to his nub trainer into the lock box and Adrian gets to throw the dice… he can just throw one dice for the number of hours this time, so the most the key is going to be locked up for is six hours… that’s fair isn’t it?”
Peter agreed. Adrian thought he could just about manage to wait another six hours for a wank… of course it could be less, he reckoned and so grudgingly he too agreed with Matt.
Matt had hit his stride as far as the rules went: “In my view we should treat the trip to the rec. as part of the challenge Adrian’s doing… so nothing to do with the forfeits, ok?” Peter nodded and Matt turned to Adrian: “You said you wanted to do another forfeit, didn’t you?”
“Yeah… but I can’t go to the rec. without my trunks…” Adrian replied anxiously, “Please, guys… be fair…”
Matt continued: “We are being fair… so far we’ve given you every opportunity to do forfeits to give you a chance with the key… your mum’s set you a challenge and Peter and me have got to come up with the rules… so we’re doing our bit… I think that’s fair, don’t you Peter?”
Adrian felt out of his depth. All he wanted was a wank… well that and to get cleaned up… and maybe find out what Matt had in mind when he said he’d found something for him to put on to go to the rec. with them.
“So…” Adrian asked, “If we go to the rec. and I do another forfeit… complete it, I mean and when we get back and if the lock-box is open… will you unlock my trainer so’s I can have a wank?”
“Sure thing, buddy… of course,” Peter assured him, “I know you must be desperate for a wank… I don’t know how you manage… me, I’ve got to have at least four really good wanks every day… what about you Matt?”
“Jeez, I’d go bonkers without wanking four, or maybe five times a day…”
“...Yeah, and there’s nothing like a really long edging session, eh Matt?”
Adrian was not amused.
Matt picked up the hose and Peter turned on the outside tap. The water was freezing cold. The second it hit Adrian he jumped out of the way screaming, but Matt, laughing, carried on spraying the cold water onto Adrian’s bare body. Adrian ran up and down the garden but Matt was easily able to catch him with the powerful jet of water. After a few minutes Adrian was covered in goose-pimples, but he was at least clean and Peter turned off the water. Adrian run towards the house in the expectation of finding a towel with which to dry himself off. The only towels in the kitchen were small and intended only for wiping hands. Adrian didn’t care, he was freezing cold after being hosed down and just wanted to dry himself as best he could with what was available.
Outside Matt showed Peter what he’d found for Adrian to put on so he could go to the rec. with them.
“Oh, yes,” Peter said smiling, “Yes, that’s very good… doesn’t break any of the rules either… perfect.”
They went onto the kitchen where Adrian was bent over finishing off drying his legs. He looked up.
“OH, NO!! NOT THAT!!” Adrian recognised what Matt held in his hands. He pleaded with him, “Please Matt… I can’t put that on…”
“It’s this or nothing…” Matt told him.
“... and no chance to do another forfeit,” Peter added.
Adrian knew his chances of a wank depended on him successfully completing another forfeit.
“There must be something else… please,” Adrian looked at the flimsy material in Matt’s hand, “We haven’t worn those since we were little kids… Jeepers, it’s tiny…”
“It’s only got to cover that nub trainer thing of yours…” Peter pointed out.
“It’ll get you to the rec.” Matt added, “Come on… I’ll help you with it…”
Matt held up the square of fabric that was no bigger than a small handkerchief. Sewn into the hem was a string, the ends of which were tied together around a boy’s waist. Matt’s mum had made loincloths for the boys when they were aged about seven or eight when the three of them played at being Red Indians.
Adrian tried once more to convince his pals to wait until his swimming trunks were clean enough to wear, but Peter and Matt wouldn’t hear of it.
“You heard mum,” Matt said, “She said it would be ages before they were really clean… look, if you don’t wear the loincloth they’ll be a penalty to pay…” he paused for effect, “... two throws of the dice added together for the total hours the key stays in the lock-box…”
“... and if you faff around any longer, I make you add another throw for days…” Peter added.
Once more Adrian realised he had little choice but to comply with the demands of his friends. He let Matt and Peter tie the loincloth so that it hung on his hips and just covered the nub trainer. There was no rear flap so Adrian’s bottom remained bare.
“C’mon… up to my room,” Matt urged.
The boys rushed upstairs and Matt pressed a dice into Adrian’s hand: “Roll the dice… Peter, put the key in the lock-box.”
Adrian watched as the key to his nub trainer, the key that would unlock his pent up frustrations, was placed into the transparent container. He rolled the dice on the floor of Matt’s bedroom…
While Adrian crouched on the floor, Matt and Peter peered over his shoulder and watched the dice come to rest.
“FIVE!!” Matt and Peter yelled simultaneously.
Adrian looked up gloomily: “Best of three?” he asked.
“Not unless you want to add some more hours,” Matt replied, “C’mon… it’s not so bad… we’re going to be at the rec. for at least three hours… then by the time we’ve got back…”
“Yeah… five hours isn’t that long, Adrian,” Peter added.
“It is if you’re dying for a wank…” Adrian told him.
“You’d better set the timer, Adrian,” Matt said as he held the lock-box in front of Adrian.
It was as if a prisoner was being told to lock himself in his own cell as Adrian dialled in five hours on the digital lock.
“... that’s it, now press the knob…” Matt instructed.
The boys watched the five second countdown before the lock was activated with a serious sounding ‘click’.
Matt put the box back on a shelf: “That’s it… all done… let’s get down to the rec.”
The boys trooped back downstairs to be met by Matt’s mother.
“Well I never!” she gasped on seeing what Adrian was wearing, “Where on earth did you find that, Matthew?”
“In the cupboard under the stairs,” Matt replied, “I found it when I was looking for that bib for Adrian…”
“I’d quite forgotten I made those loincloths for you when you boys were playing Red Indians… gosh, I even helped you make a wigwam in the garden…” Then Mrs Plant remembered something else, “... but you know those loincloths haven’t got anything behind… it’s just the front that’s covered… Adrian, you’re never going to the rec. with nothing covering your bottom?”
Peter rushed to provide an explanation: “It’s the rules of Adrian’s challenge, Mrs Plant… he can’t wear any clothes other than his swim trunks, but Matt and I reckon that loincloths don’t count as they’re not proper clothes… and Adrian agrees.” Peter looked meaningfully at Adrian.
“Yes, Mrs Plant… Peter’s right,” Adrian looked sheepishly at Matt’s mother, “I want to go to the rec., but I don’t want to risk losing the challenge…”
“That’s right, mum…” Matt confirmed.
Mrs Plant sighed. Sometimes it was impossible to understand the behaviour of young boys. Why on earth would Adrian want to wear that flimsy old loincloth she made six or so years ago when they were little kids, she had no idea. All he had to do was to wait twenty minutes and she’d have his swimming trunks clean and ready to wear… but, no they want to rush off with Adrian’s bottom completely bare.
“Well, just make sure you don’t frighten the horses…” she said.
Matt laughed: “We won’t, mum… honest.”
It wasn’t far to the rec. It normally took maybe a little over ten minutes for the boys to walk there, but for Adrian it felt like a lifetime. It wasn’t helped by Matt and Peter affecting an amble which was guaranteed to infuriate Adrian… not that Adrian was in any great hurry to get to the rec., he just didn’t want to hang about on the street where passersby, cyclists and car passengers could see his bare bottom and ludicrously small loincloth.
Peter and Matt, out of earshot of Adrian, were also using the time to discuss their ideas for Adrian’s upcoming forfeit.
“... an obstacle race?” Peter suggested.
“How d’you mean?”
“Well, he has to go round all the equipment at the rec… we set him a time and…”
“... he has to take off the loincloth…”
“... don’t think that’ll be necessary… it won’t cover much once he’s running around…”
“... the other kids are bound to get in his way…”
“... but he still has to get round in the set time…”
“How are we going to know what time to set?”
“Simple, we set a course… and it has to be done exactly, or it doesn’t count… you and I time ourselves…”
“... then we knock off a minute or so to find the set time Adrian has to do the course in…”
They both laughed, but Peter was magnanimous: “Nah, maybe not… he’ll never do it whatever time we set, so let’s be generous… it’ll be more fun…”
“... for us you mean… and I bet he doesn’t get the course right…”
“... so we’ll give him some extra goes…”
“... extra goes… extra exposure!”
By the time the boys got to the rec. Adrian was as nervous as he’d ever been. He’d seen Matt and Peter talking, but couldn’t make out what they were saying, although he was pretty sure they were planning his forthcoming forfeit. It would be the first time Adrian had done a forfeit in such a public place. Walking to Peter’s with his hair soaked with Matt’s cum had been pretty bad, but from the way his friends were looking at him, Adrian knew things were about to get worse.
Walking about in his tiny speedo swimming trunks had made Adrian hugely embarrassed; wearing the flimsy little loincloth simply made him feel as if he was wearing nothing at all. And what was worrying Adrian even more was how he could hide his nub trainer. Someone was bound to catch a glimpse of it, he reasoned. Would they know what it was? What would he say if anyone asked about it?
As Adrian waited outside the gate into the rec., he felt behind himself and touched his bare bottom. Would Matt and Peter make him go on the slide? Adrian wondered how it would feel, that bright shiny steel, as he slid down on his bare bottom. Not for the first time Adrian wondered why Mrs Plant hadn’t made loincloths with a back as well as a front.
The boys went through the gate. Peter and Matt surveyed the scene. It wasn’t that busy. Mainly younger kids along with a number of mums; some gossiping, others watching their offspring. There were a couple of boys who looked to be about their age mucking about on the seesaw, and a queue of kids climbing up the steps for the slide. The roundabout wasn’t that busy, neither were the swings.
Peter and Matt formulated a forfeit for Adrian. In the end they decided just to give Adrian five minutes to go round and use all the playground equipment, but the order in which the equipment was to be used meant that Adrian would have to run from one side of the playground to the other to complete the forfeit properly.
“Oh, come on, guys…” Adrian whinged when he was told what he had to do and that he had five minutes to get round.
“Ok,” Matt said, “... tell you what… just to show you it can be done, Peter will do the course…”
“Sure… I’ll do it… bet I can do it in less than five minutes,” Peter boasted.
“... and when he does… you’ll have to match his time…” Matt said, “So you either accept the five minute trial, or wait and see if you can match Peter’s time…”
“Ok… ok… I’ll try and do it in five minutes,” Adrian agreed.
“We’ll give you two extra goes… if you don’t manage it the first time,” Peter added.
Matt, who had brought the kitchen timer with him, set it to count down from five minutes. He pressed the button: “GO!!” he yelled, which turned heads to watch the almost nude boy racing off towards the swings.
Peter turned to his friend: “There’s no way I’d have got round in under five minutes, Matt…”
“Yeah… I know… but Adrian didn’t,” he laughed as he watched Adrian climb onto the wooden seat of a free swing. “Oh, look! Someone’s giving Adrian a push… that’ll slow him down straightaway!”
“Priceless…” Peter agreed, “This is the best forfeit yet… look! His loincloth is flapping about all over the place!”
“... you can see the nub trainer… wow! This is even better than I expected… let’s go and see what happens on the slide…”
Peter yelled for Adrian to get a move on.
“They won’t stop pushing the swing!” Adrian called back.
“Jump off!” Peter called back, “You’re running out of time already!”
Adrian leapt off the swing and tumbled to a halt on the soft grass. He jumped up, but his loincloth was twisted to one side. He straightened it as he ran towards the slide, but everyone who saw him also saw the nub trainer. But Adrian was too concerned with completing his forfeit to worry too much about that, he needed that wank and any amount of public exposure had to be worth the chance to have his nob unlocked.
Peter and Matt cheered Adrian on as he begged the little kids on the steps to the slide to let him get past. Adrian had to suffer slaps and prods when the girls and boys saw he was only wearing a little loincloth. A bare boy’s bottom was just too enticing target to let go to waste and by the time Adrian reached the top of the slide his bottom was noticeably red from all the pinches and slaps he’d received on the way up. Adrian grabbed the handrail each side at the top of the slide and swung his legs forward. The polished steel of the slide stung Adrian’s bottom as he sat ready for the slide down. He let go. It was not a pleasant experience and Adrian couldn’t stop himself from crying out. His little loincloth flap blew back onto his tummy, giving everyone another chance to see his nub trainer. At the end of the slide he leapt off rubbing his glowing red bare bottom.
Peter turned to Matt: “How’s he doing?” he asked.
“It’s taken him nearly two minutes and he’d still got the roundabout, the seesaw and the climbing frame…”
“He’ll never do it…” Peter said.
“Not a chance…” Matt concurred.
Beads of sweat covered Adrian’s body as he raced over to the roundabout. He grabbed one of the rails and pushed it before jumping on once he’d got it up to speed.
“Go round four times!” Peter called.
“Two and a half minutes…” Matt whispered to Peter. Peter and Matt grinned.
Two boys who’d been playing on the seesaw climbed off and went to the roundabout. They started to make it go faster, pushing the rails until it was spinning too fast to safely get off. It was guaranteed to cause amusement… if you weren’t unfortunate to be the one trapped on the roundabout. Adrian was now less concerned for the way his loincloth was flapping about than he was about how he was going to get off the spinning roundabout. He was already feeling dizzy and he’d been round a dozen or more times.
Help came in the form of one of the mothers: “That’s enough, Shane… leave the boy alone… it looks like he’s been in enough trouble already…”
Shane gave the roundabout one more push and left it to slow down long enough for Adrian to jump off. He quickly straightened up his tiny loincloth, but he knew from what Shane’s mother had said that she understood what the nub trainer was and what it prevented boys from doing.
Adrian was too embarrassed to explain about his trainer and that it wasn’t what she thought. He wanted to say that he hadn’t been in trouble, but by then Shane’s mum had walked back to sit with the other mums. From the way they all looked at him, Adrian could tell what the topic of discussion was.
“ONE AND A HALF MINUTES LEFT!!” Matt called out to Adrian.
Adrian raced over to the seesaw. Two other boys had climbed on after Shane and his pal. Adrian begged one of the boys playing on it to let him have a turn, quickly explaining how he was in a race. The boy, who was sat in the lower seat, obliged and they carefully swapped.
“You can get back on in a sec. I won’t be long,” Adrian explained as he mounted the seesaw.
Adrian kicked off sending himself up in the air with his bare legs dangling either side of his end of the seesaw. He clung onto the handle in front of him. As he slid towards the upright which formed part of the handle, he became aware of how vulnerable he was as he sat with his legs wide apart on the seesaw. Just how vulnerable became painfully apparent when the boy at the other end hit he ground with his end of the seesaw. The whole long bar of the seesaw shuddered and sent Adrian sliding, legs apart, slap-bang onto the handle. The boy gleefully bounced the seesaw as Adrian, in mid-air, screamed in pain. It was an old trick made more effective through Adrian’s lack of clothes.
With less than a minute to go, Adrian managed to dismount the seesaw and hobble over to the climbing frame clutching his tender testicles. Matt and Peter were laughing like drains as the watched Adrian bravely struggle over the frame. Up one side and down the other had been the instruction which insured everyone below got an eyeful of Adrian’s nub trainer, his sore balls and his red bottom.
Adrian raced over to the starting line. He was covered in beads of sweat from his exertion, but he could tell from the look on Matt’s face that he hadn’t completed the forfeit in the allotted time.
“How’d he do?” Peter asked, although he already knew.
“So close!” Matt said dramatically, “So close… only a few seconds in it…”
“... but what was my time?” Adrian asked panting.
“Oh, did you want to know? Sorry, I just reset the timer…” Matt said showing the zeroed timer to Adrian.
“It was five twenty, wasn’t it,” Peter suggested.
“Nearer five fifteen… want another go?” Matt said, “You were so close…”
Adrian looked thrilled to be given another opportunity to try and complete the forfeit in the agreed time. A few seconds could mean the difference between having a wank and spending yet another day in unrelieved frustration.
“Can I? You’ll let me try and do it again?” Adrian was by now pathetically eager to please. The thought of having to endure for any longer the chastity imposed by the locked trainer device on his nob was clouding his judgement. Adrian knew Peter could unlock it with the key he was given by Scoot… at least once the lock-box was open again. Adrian needed Peter to unlock the trainer. Adrian needed at least one chance to masturbate again and if it meant playing his friends’ games, then that’s what he’d do.
Matt laughed at Adrian’s eagerness: “If your balls are up to it…”
“Yeah… that kid was a bit mean,” Peter added.
“I’m not going anywhere near that seesaw if he’s still on it… my balls still hurt where he caught me…” Adrian said.
“It’s probably all that spunk that’s built up in them that’s made it worse…” Peter giggled, “You ought to empty them more often…”
Adrian wasn’t amused: “Ha-bloody-ha.”
