I’ve substantially re-written a part of this chapter, altering and adding more to the game of hopscotch Adrian plays. I’m grateful to one of my long term correspondents who was the inspiration for the changes. Merci beaucoup.
This timed attempt was looking good until Adrian suddenly stopped. He refused to go anywhere near the seesaw when he saw the boy who’d caused him so much pain still sat on one end with a big malicious grin on his face. Adrian pleaded with Peter and Matt, begging them to come up with another forfeit for him to do instead.
Peter and Matt conferred for a few moments.
“Okay,” Peter said after the discussion, “... we’ll give you a choice… instead of the seesaw, the slide, the swings and so on, you can do a round of hopscotch…”
“... but it has to be a full round,” Matt added, “... one to ten…”
“Yes,” Peter explained, “... and if you fall out of a square, or miss a square, or you don’t throw the marker into the right square, then you lose a life… we’ll give you three lives… if you lose your three lives you automatically lose the forfeit… understood?”
Adrian nodded. He understood alright. It was going to be a tough forfeit, but what choice did he have?
“Take your time” Matt added generously, “... but we don’t want to be here all day…”
“Thanks, guys… I can do it…” Adrian said, more in hope than anything else. He desperately need that wank.
“... if you lose this forfeit you lose the chance of a J Arthur…” Peter added helpfully.
“He can always try another forfeit, Peter,” Matt suggested to his chum.
Hopscotch wasn’t Adrian’s favourite game by any means, but anything was better than sitting on one end of the seesaw and having his balls repeatedly crushed by the boy on the other end who he knew wouldn’t stop bouncing the seesaw up and down until Adrian was screaming in agony. However Adrian soon found out that hopping, skipping and jumping wearing nothing more than a flimsy loincloth had distinct disadvantages in the busy playground. First of all Adrian’s bottom was completely bare and second, the little loincloth flapped about all over the place as Adrian struggled to meet the requirements of the game laid down by Peter and Matt. This of course meant that Adrian’s nub trainer was more often than not on full view to anyone who happened to be looking at the almost nude boy prancing about playing a lone game of hopscotch. It was very off-putting for Adrian and as he jumped up to do the twist and turn at the far end of the hopscotch court he heard one of the mums speaking to her neighbour sitting next to her.
“It is, isn’t it? It’s one of those things…” she exclaimed turning to her friend, “I thought so… Angela Evans bought one for her boy… she was telling me all about it… you won’t believe what her son used to get up to, but he soon bucked his ideas up once she had him under control with one of those things… yes, it’s just like that one,” she said pointing towards Adrian’s nub trainer, “… very effective it is too… I expect that’s why this boy has got one on, though why he’s only wearing that silly little flap of cloth is anybody’s guess…”
The other mum spoke: “You know what boys are…”
Another mum who had been listening added: “Yes… boys like to show off… think they’re being clever…”
Matt poked Peter in the ribs with his elbow and nodded towards the small group of mums: “Whad’ya think? Should we introduce Adrian to them… tell them about his mum’s challenge?”
“Hang on a tick… just got to deal with Adrian…” Peter replied jovially, “... looks like he could be in trouble… time for the ref to step in…”
Adrian needed to throw the marker into the number six square. It was a close call. The marker had landed on the line; half in and half out of the square and Adrian had to wait for an adjudication. Peter, refereeing the game, called Matt over. Peter wanted to call it ‘out’ and for Adrian to lose one of his lives, but Matt argued that since the marker was technically ‘in’, Adrian should be allowed to continue without being penalised.
It was a worrying few minutes for Adrian as he knew it was going to get more and more difficult to throw the marker into the correct square the further away the numbers were from the base line.
Finally Peter looked up: “Ok, we’ll give you that one since the marker was half in… but watch out in future, Adrian, I might not be so generous…”
“So I’ve still got three lives?” Adrian was relieved, “Thanks, Peter…”
Adrian hopped and skipped his way up and down the hopscotch grid, picking up the marker on the way. Throws seven and eight were spot on, but throw nine missed the square completely. Adrian stood stunned. He’d totally misjudged his throw and the marker had landed in square ten.
Adrian bit his lower lip as Peter announced the loss of his first life: “You tossed that one way too hard,” and giggled, “... that’s what happens when you toss it off like that… shoots a long way… you’ve got to learn to control your wrist action, Adrian…”
Adrian blushed. He knew Peter was teasing him, but this was serious. On the outcome of this game rested Adrian’s chance of wank and to lose a life at this stage was stupid of him. Adrian knew he had to concentrate and be more careful.
Peter marched over to the marker, picked it up and plonked it down in square nine. At least he didn’t make me throw it again, Adrian thought as he set off to complete the pick-up and return ready for throw ten.
Adrian stood as close as he dared to the base line. He practised swinging his marker arm, leaning as far forward as he could, giving everyone an enhanced view of his bare bottom as he did so. At the same time he rested his left hand on his knee to give some stability to his stance. This was going to be the toughest throw of the game. Lose a life here and the chances of losing his forfeit would be much greater.
Adrian swung his arm out and released the marker into the air and it fell with a satisfying thud slap, bang in the centre of square ten! Adrian leapt into the air with his arms raised high, seemingly unconcerned about his audience of mums who gave him a polite round of applause.
Even Peter and Matt were impressed by Adrian’s throwing skill and wondered if they might actually witness Adrian masturbating later on after Peter had unlocked the nub trainer.
With two lives in hand and the hardest throw completed Adrian felt as if he was really in with a chance, so much so that he became aware of a distinct discomforting movement within the confines of his trainer device. All he had to do was to keep a level head and since the throws would get shorter as the targets got nearer to the number one square again, it followed that the game would become easier for Adrian.
To everyone’s amazement Adrian’s accuracy got better and better for the next few throws, the marker landing square in the middle of the target.
Adrian’s aim on square five was perfect and he jumped up with his hands in the air once more. Turning to Peter and Matt he yelled: “Easy peasy lemon squeezy!”
There was another polite round of applause from the audience of mums.
It was at this point, while Adrian was hop-skipping his way up and down the hopscotch court, that Matt casually walked over to where the mums were sitting. He could see how much interest they were taking in Adrian’s solo hopscotch game and realised it would be easy enough to ingratiate himself with them. When he had a mind to Matt could turn on the charm. As he sidled up to the mums he ramped up his charmometer to eleven and he took no time at all in explaining to the incredulous mums that Adrian was in fact undertaking a challenge for his mum.
“But what’s that about…?” One of the mums asked, referring to the nub trainer which was visible once more as Adrian turned and started hop-skipping back to the start.
With a completely straight face Matt explained that it was Adrian’s idea, “He wanted to show his mum how serious he was about doing her challenge… show her he was prepared to take it to the next level…”
None of the mums knew what this ‘next level’ was, or indeed what Matt was talking about. But he was such a nice boy they didn’t like to interrupt, or ask too many questions.
“... then he begged Peter and me to help make it a challenge his mum would be proud of,” Matt continued, “Normally Adrian would be wearing a pair of his old speedo swimming trunks… that was his mum’s idea… Adrian hasn’t worn them in ages,” he laughed, “... they’re really tiny, believe me…”
“Yes, boys these days seem to prefer to wear those baggy swim-shorts,” one of the other mums noted, “I don’t know why… they look much nicer in proper swimming trunks…”
The mums all nodded in agreement.
Matt soon got into his stride and the mums sat open mouthed listening: “Yes… Adrian came and pleaded with us… he said he wanted to wear something even smaller than his old trunks… Peter and me didn’t want to help him at first, but Adrian was desperate to prove himself up to the challenge… he insisted and kept on at us to find him something to wear… something more embarrassing than tiny speedos, so I dug out that old loincloth… my mum made them for us to play Cowboys and Indians when we were about seven or eight, that’s why they haven’t got anything at the back… just a small flap at the front…”
One of the mums nodded: “Oh yes… I remember you boys all running about playing in those little loincloths,” she turned to the woman next to her, “They looked so cute wearing their adorable little loincloths…” she turned back to Matt, “It’s no wonder your friend is having difficulty keeping himself decently covered…”
“That doesn’t bother Adrian,” Matt said, unable to resist the chance to continue, “In fact that’s why he asked his mum to get him one of those trainer things to keep his… er, y’know thingy covered…”
Whether or not the mums believed Matt’s explanation was neither here nor there. Matt was such a nice young boy to come over and tell them all about his friend. There weren’t many boys who would be so forthcoming and so eager to explain what his friend was doing running about with hardly any clothes on at all.
“Did your friend know what these, er ‘trainer things’ are made for,” asked one of the mums.
Matt decided it would be fun to feign ignorance: “No, I don’t know… it’s got a lock though… but I don’t know why you’d want to lock it on your… er, thingy.”
“You don’t know?”
Matt shook his head. He could only just manage to keep a straight face as he asked: “Does it have to be locked on so it doesn’t fall off?”
It was the mums’ turn to try and contain their laughter at Matt’s seeming naivety. Little did they know that he was far from the callow youth he pretended to be.
“It’s to stop you boys from playing with your little willies…” one of the mums told Matt bluntly.
Matt was dutifully horror struck by the very idea of a boy playing with his penis.
“You don’t think that’s why Adrian got his mum to buy one of those things?” he speculated, “‘Cos he couldn’t stop playing with his thingy… cor!”
The mums nodded their heads. There was no doubt in their minds that Adrian had been a very naughty little boy and it was more likely that his mum had caught him masturbating. She, not Adrian, had decided that enough was enough and that he would have his little willy locked into a cage to prevent any more silly boyish behaviour. Matt, bless his little cotton socks, so they thought, was obviously so innocent that he didn’t even understand what these devices were used for… the only possible explanation of his charming innocence.
By this time Adrian was ready to throw the marker into the fourth square. He missed. Hubris 1 Adrian nil. Adrian was stunned by own mistake.
Peter walked to where the marker lay two feet to the right of square four: “Oh, dear,” he sighed, “... and you were doing so well… never mind you’ve still got one life left…” He picked up the marker and placed it where it should have landed.
Now Adrian was really nervous. He had been doing so well, as Peter told him in much the same way, Adrian noticed, as a grown-up would have done. That slight patronising edge to Peter’s voice had riled Adrian and made him more determined than ever to finish the game without losing his last life. He would show them he could complete the forfeit.
Adrian took a deep breath and set off once more to hop and skip up and down the court. Back at the base line and with the marker held tight in his hand, Adrian concentrated on making sure his aim was true. It worked and Adrian was soon making his final circuit of the hopscotch court.
Peter was keeping a close eye on Adrian’s footwork when Matt rushed over. Adrian had just completed the jump turn when Matt exclaimed breathlessly, “Peter, you’ll never guess… that thing Adrian’s wearing… d’ya know what it’s for?” Matt winked theatrically at his friend, but out of sight of the mums.
Peter wasn’t slow on the uptake. He knew Matt was having a bit more fun at Adrian’s expense: “I dunno… what’s it for?”
“It’s to stop Adrian from playing with his willy!” Matt explained breathlessly.
Adrian, concentrating like mad and covered with beads of sweat from his exertions, heard this and was completely taken off-guard. Shocked on hearing what Matt said, he couldn’t remember whether he’d just hopped or skipped and ended up with both feet outside the hopscotch court.
There was a collective gasp from the mums who could see that Adrian was upset. The boys themselves were silent until Adrian started to shout at Matt that he’d put him off; that it wasn’t fair; that he’d nearly finished and he was never going to play with them ever again!
It was time for Matt to ramp up his charm again. He tried to put his arm round Adrian’s shoulders but was rebuffed: “You know how important it was!” Adrian snapped.
“I’m sorry… honest, Adrian… I didn’t mean to… I know it was my fault,” Matt said.
“... what good’s that? I still lost the forfeit,” Adrian said, but a little more quietly.
Peter whispered something to Matt. Matt nodded and leant forward to whisper in Adrian’s ear, “I really want to make it up to you somehow…”
Adrian didn’t appear to be too convinced: “How?” he asked.
“... I was going to have a special wank tonight… really looking forward to it… edging an’all…”
“Yeah… so?”
“So what if I promise not to have that wank?”
“One wank? I’ve not had a wank for ages… and how am I supposed to know whether you’ve kept your promise or not?”
Peter, who’d been listening the exchanges, stepped in: “Matt, how about you give Adrian a promise, Scout’s honour, not to wank in your bedroom until tomorrow? And, we give Adrian another chance with an extra forfeit?”
Adrian chipped in: “You promise not to have a morning wank either…” he smirked, feeling happier and knowing how much Matt would miss his first wank of the day.
Peter looked at Matt: “Agreed?”
Matt nodded and gave his best Boy Scout salute: “I solemnly promise not to wank in my bedroom until tomorrow…” Matt sighed, “... and I promise Adrian that I won’t have my usual morning wank either…” Matt stepped forward and shook hands with Adrian, thus sealing the promise.
As Adrian had guessed the second part of Matt’s promise clearly hit home. He felt pleased with himself, not realising that Peter might have taken special care with the wording of Matt’s promise. Of doing yet another forfeit, Adrian was not so pleased.
The mums who’d been watching, but unable to hear what the boys were saying, were completely baffled by the whispering and as for Matt’s salute, simply didn’t know what to make of it at all.
Standing to the side of Peter and already feeling very embarrassed in front of all the mums, Adrian turned a shade of red not dissimilar to that of a pillar-box when he heard Matt explain how he had to complete forfeits. Adrian stood glued to the spot, as rigid as a ship’s bollard when one of the mums told him to stand closer.
Peter leaned over and whispered something in Adrian’s ear.
Adrian’s face screwed up in displeasure as he pushed out his lower lip like a little boy: “Do I have to..? Do I have to do another one..?”
“You do if you want to… y’know,” Peter replied sotto voce.
“What was that?” one of the mums asked.
Peter explained: “I was telling Adrian that he’d have to do a forfeit…” And as Adrian stood bewildered next to him Peter continued, “You see his mum asked Matt and me to keep an eye on him… to make sure he’s doing the challenge properly…”
Matt interrupted: “We can give Adrian forfeits if we see him doing something wrong…”
“... like not playing hopscotch properly…” Peter added.
Adrian fumed. He was very nearly nude, bathed in sweat, his bottom was sore from the slide and his balls still ached from the seesaw… what more would Peter and Matt make him do before they unlocked his nub trainer?
“... and have you decided what Adrian’s forfeit is to be?” the mum asked.
Adrian piped up: “But I’ve just finished a forfeit… I mean I would have if Matt hadn’t… and then I could’ve…” He stopped short when he realised what he was about to say.
Peter stepped into the breech once more: “We decided you could have another chance by doing an extra forfeit… didn’t we Matt?”
The mums didn’t understand this at all. What was this about an ‘another chance’. An another chance to do what pray? They could tell Adrian was hiding something as well.
But Matt came up with a plausible enough explanation for them: “What Adrian means is that because he didn’t manage to complete his forfeit properly he can’t have his swimming trunks back when we get home… but he can have another chance to get them if he does a special extra forfeit because one of the rules of his challenge is…” Matt looked pointedly at Adrian, “... that he has to do what he’s told, otherwise the penalty is another forfeit.” Matt would have loved to added, ‘and another roll of the dice’, but there was no way he was prepared to explain that to the assembled mums.
Peter spoke: “Why don’t you ask these ladies what your forfeit should be, Adrian?”
Matt thought this was a genius suggestion.
Adrian, baffled by these latest developments, but nonetheless keen to do whatever it took to get back to Matt’s house where the key to his nub trainer was due to be released from the lock-box, stepped forward to face the mums: “Er, please will you give me a forfeit to do…” He prayed it wouldn’t be a difficult one… something like turning cartwheels, or doing jumping-jacks in front of them for five minutes would be a doddle after what he’d already been through.
After some general chatter, one mum’s voice rose above the others: “I think he deserves a spanking… I mean his bottom is already bare… I’d have thought a good old fashioned, over the knee spanking was an obvious choice for his forfeit…”
Adrian’s face fell and his hands went instinctively to his already sore bottom. Peter and Matt thought a spanking forfeit was an admirable suggestion.
Matt spoke up: “Peter and me think that’s an acceptable forfeit for Adrian to pay to get his swimming trunks back…”
Adrian started to protest but Peter whispered something in his ear. Adrian’s protest got no further.
“... how do you think this forfeit should be carried out?” Matt asked the mums, “I mean who do you think Adrian should ask to smack his bottom for his forfeit? Peter and me wouldn’t want Adrian to do anything you didn’t think was needed… so maybe one of you might…”
One or two of the mums smiled at the cheeky boy standing in front of them who appeared to be suggesting one of them might like to take Adrian over their knees and attend to the smacking of his bare bottom.
“Are you sure your mother has given these two boys permission to think up forfeits for you to do?” Adrian was asked.
Adrian knew exactly what to say if he was to stand any chance of Peter unlocking his trainer for a wank: “Oh yes!” It was an effort to sound enthusiastic and Adrian did his best under the circumstances, “I have to do any forfeits Matt and Peter tell me to… and that includes… that includes…” Adrian looked nervously at Peter and then Matt, “that includes a spanking… if that’s what they decide I need…”
It was so utterly, unbearably humiliating for Adrian to stand, almost nude, in front of all the mums and to say the words he knew his buddies wanted him to say. The heat of his blushing was burning Adrian’s face as he looked around to see how lots of kids in the playground had been taking an interest.
In case there was any doubt among the mums Adrian added: “My mum said Peter and Matt can choose any forfeit for me to do…”
Adrian prayed things wouldn’t get any worse. Doing forfeits for Peter and Matt in private was bad enough, but here in the public park, in front of all the mums… and not only in front of, but involving the mums was pure purgatory. And they didn’t know the reason behind the forfeits… why he was so compliant, why he allowed himself to be humiliated in front of them and why he was going to let them spank his already sore bare bottom.
A public spanking at the rec. was not unknown. At one time it was an almost daily occurrence to see a boy having his shorts and underpants (if he was wearing any) pulled right down in preparation for a bare bottom spanking over his mum’s knees, although some mums preferred to leave her son standing as she smacked his bottom and legs much to the amusement of spectators. But of late open air chastisement had become rarer, perhaps boys had become better behaved, or maybe it was just that they’d become more adept at not being found out, so when the assembled mums had once again the opportunity to flex their spanking arms and exercise their smacking muscles, they were not about to decline the offer. Adrian’s final statement that he was obligated to endure any forfeit prescribed, sealed his fate as any lingering doubts the mums may have entertained quickly evaporated.
“What do you think, Lucy? Six smacks a piece?”
“Six on each cheek?”
Adrian was horrified as he listened to the debate among the mums. He knew they would all be experienced in the fine art of hand spanking young boys and quite able to make every smack count. He reached back and rubbed his bottom anxiously.
“Hmm, I think six smacks from each of us should give him a forfeit to remember… what do you think boys?”
It was hard for Peter and Matt not to show how thrilled they were at the suggestion put forward, but they both managed to look serious as they turned to each other: “Seems fair,” Matt noted, to which Peter nodded.
Adrian was called forward towards the first mum.
“Don’t forget to ask for your forfeit,” Peter reminded Adrian.
Adrian sucked in his lips. These forfeits were getting harder and harder, but he told himself it would be worth it in the end when Peter unlocked his nub trainer and he could have a really good wank.
Adrian stood and took a deep breath: “Please would you spank my… my bottom?” he asked.
“Now why would I want to do that?” the mum replied.
Matt and Peter were beside themselves as they desperately tried not to laugh. It was beyond their wildest dreams that the mums would so readily join in the fun they were having at Adrian’s expense.
“So that I can complete the forfeit I’ve been set…” Adrian replied as he got more and more desperate to get his forfeit over and done with as quickly as possible so there was time to get back to Matt’s, retrieve the key from the lock-box, get his nub trainer unlocked and finally… finally have the best wank he could possibly imagine himself having... ever!
Adrian was determined to do whatever it took. He knew he could count on Peter and Matt, his best friends, to honour their side of the bargain… that’s what friends were for… wasn’t it?
“Ok then,” the mum said, “I want you to understand that I’m only agreeing to spank your bottom so that you can complete your forfeit… now come over here… that’s it, over my lap… right over so your hands are on the floor… now, how many spanks do you want?”
From his upturned position Adrian managed to croak: “Six, please…”
“Then six spanks it is… not a spank more, not a spank less…”
And with that Adrian felt his bottom, already sore from the slide, being gently rubbed by the hand of his first spanker. Then the hand was drawn away. Adrian bit his lower lip in anticipation just seconds before he felt the stinging slap of the mum’s hand as it delivered the first smack to his right bottom cheek. There followed two more spanks in quick succession expertly placed on the same spot of Adrian’s right cheek which caused him to wriggle slightly. After a very brief pause during which Adrian tensed, expecting to receive the next three spanks to his left bottom cheek, but he was startled when three spanks rained down on his right-hand ‘sit spots’. Adrian’s head craned upwards as he stretched his neck, barely able to believe how the first six spanks had stung his sensitive bare bottom.
Clambering up he remembered to thank the mum for helping him to complete his forfeit and with legs shaking a little he moved to stand in front of the next mum while sneaking a quick rub of his hot bottom cheek.
Adrian was admonished by the mum: “No rubbing your bottom until you’ve done your full forfeit… now come and sit on my lap… that’s the way, facing your friends, now lean forward… right the way down with your hands on the floor…”
Both Peter and Matt were already thrilled and very excited to watch Adrian being taken over the mums’ laps, but this new and unexpected position with Adrian straddling the mum’s lap meant that his thighs were spread wide apart giving the mum a larger target area for her spanks. In bending forwards, Adrian’s bare bottom was utterly exposed.
“It seems a shame to give him just six spanks now that you’ve got him so nicely positioned,” one of the other mums remarked.
“Well why don’t you give him your spanks while I hold him?” the mum over whose lap Adrian was being held replied.
This was considered to be such a good idea that Adrian received the rest of his forfeit spanks in this rather uncomfortable and supremely exposed position. Adrian’s neck craned upwards to see that Matt and Peter were totally transfixed by what was happening to their buddy and not only that, Adrian could clearly see the flagrant bulges of their nobs pressing against the front of their shorts, a sight that only added to his misery. Between spanks that were making him squirm and buck, Adrian heard Peter announce that he had to go for a piss. Adrian knew that his friend wasn’t going to relieve himself, not like that anyway, he was going to have a wank in the public toilets at the side of the playground.
“Don’t be long,” Matt whispered to Peter, “I’m going to need one too… this is making me so horny I’ll cum in my pants if I don’t have a wank soon…”
“What about your promise, Matt?” Peter asked.
“You know that only counts for bedroom wanks…”
Peter chuckled as he ran off to the toilets. He didn’t want to miss any of Adrian’s spanking forfeit, but like Matt he was in serious danger of ejaculating in his shorts. He could already feel the tell-tale sign of fresh pre-cum as it dribbled from his stiff nob and he rushed into the 'Gents'. Peter didn’t even bother to go into the cubicle and just got his nob out and wanked off into the urinal… just in time. His thin jet of boy-cum splashed onto the porcelain as Peter emitted a groan of pleasure.
A voice from the doorway behind him startled Peter.
“Sounds like you needed that…”
Peter twisted his head around: “Jeez… you gave me a shock… you shouldn’t creep up on someone like that when he’s having a wank… might get you a black eye…”
Peter finished off rubbing the last strings of cum from his softening nob and as he sorted himself out asked Jack what brought him to the playground.
Jack, who was a few months older than Peter, told him how he’d been chatting to Scoot who’d let it slip, “that you were up to something… but he wouldn’t tell me what.” Now Jack was interested to find out what was going on.
“... then I heard you were down here with Matt and that you were making Adrian do forfeits… public forfeits.”
Peter shrugged as he pushed his nob back into his shorts: “... so?”
“... so, when I got down here I was curious to see Adrian was wearing one of those loincloths Matt’s mum made for us when we were little… I thought he was stark-bollock-naked at first… Com’n, Pete, what’s it all about and why don’t you ask me to join in the fun?”
Peter smiled. There had always been a friendly rivalry between the two boys and Peter loved nothing better than knowing something that Jack didn’t.
“Gotta be worth something, Jack… I mean if I tell you what Adrian’s gone and done, then you’ll know as much as me and Matt…” Peter said as he pushed his hand back into his shorts to reposition his penis, “... and that’s hardly fair, is it? Not without something from you in return…”
Peter being so cagey made Jack even more curious to know what was happening and how Peter and Matt had made Adrian come to the rec. wearing nothing but a flimsy little loincloth that had last been worn when the boys were seven or eight years old.
“These forfeits Adrian’s been doing…”
“Not saying anything, Jack, until you offer me something in return…”
Jack knew that whatever it was that had got Adrian to put on a loincloth and do forfeits just had to be worth getting involved with. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”
“Give you a feel of my nob…” Jack suggested.
Of course Peter knew how impressive Jack’s penis was. Indeed, it was the longest, thickest nob of any boy their age in the neighbourhood. Jack could also generate copious amounts of cum and was renowned for being able to shoot it further than anyone else as well.
Peter dismissed this opening bid: “I can feel your nob anytime…”
“I’ll let you wank me off…”
Peter was just as dismissive: “Come off it, Jack… I wanked you off the other week when we were playing strip Scrabble… how about ‘The Collection’?”
Jack sucked in his lips and looked concerned: “‘The Collection’?”
“Sure… why not?”
“I dunno…”
“... me and Matt first dibs…”
“... but…”
“First dibs or nothing… c’mon… you won’t believe me when I tell you what Adrian’s done…”
“What about Adrian won’t he want dibs as well?” Jack asked.
Peter laughed: “Not when I tell you, he won’t…”
Jack couldn’t bear the suspense any longer: “Ok… first dibs on ‘The Collection’... but I’m not lending… agreed?”
“Deal.”
The two boys shook hands. Peter explained to an increasingly incredulous Jack the events that had led to Adrian’s humiliating performance in the rec. playground dressed in nothing more than a flimsy loincloth.
“Have you let him have a wank yet?” Jack asked.
“No… something always seems to happen to prevent me from unlocking the trainer… Adrian’s getting really frustrated…”
“Jeez, I bet he is!” Jack was astonished to be told how Peter had complete control over Adrian’s ability to masturbate.
“He’s desperate for a wank… he’ll do almost anything…”
“He must be to let you two bring him down here…”
“... and to end up getting spanked,” Peter finished the sentence.
As Peter and Jack left the ‘Gents’ Jack slipped his arm over Peter’s shoulders: “What say we give Adrian dibs on ‘The Collection’ as well?”
“With his nub locked on?”
Jack nodded: “We don’t want him to get into trouble with his mum, do we?”
Peter laughed again: “Oh… that’s going to hurt!”
‘The Collection’ as it was known by friends of Jack, was a painstakingly gathered box of wanking material that Jack had inherited from his older brother when said brother had joined the Merchant Navy. The material consisted in the main of nudie magazines which would be considered quite tame by today’s standards. Among this lovingly curated treasure trove here was an almost complete set of a naturist magazine entitled ‘Fresh-Air, Fitness and Fun’ which never ceased to fascinate the enthusiastic boy wankers with its photos of families that included obviously deeply embarrassed boys of similar age to their own facing the camera totally nude standing next to smiling parents and siblings, who in some pictures and for unexplained reasons, remained fully clothed.
“Oh god… that has got to be so embarrassing… Look at him… Jeez, imagine what it must be like… stripped totally nude like that in front of everyone…”
“... and made to join in games of volleyball!”
“Look at the todger on this boy… it’s huge!”
“He don’t ‘arf look worried…”
“... afraid he’ll get a boner…”
“... right in front of everyone…”
“... cor, he’s the only one in the nude… that must be totally humiliating!”
And the search would continue for more photographs of embarrassed naked boys being made to pose as if nothing mattered when clearly they were hating every second of their very public nude ordeal.
The thought of being forced to join their families for a nudist holiday drove some of the young masturbators over the edge and Jack had to be alert to the danger of his mates’ spunk landing on the pages of the magazines he’d sworn to to his brother that he’d keep to himself and not show to anyone.
Peter and Jack walked over to where the mums had finished administering Adrian’s spanking forfeit. Adrian was rubbing his sore bottom as he did a sort of stationary dance, hopping from one foot to the other to ease the effects of the expertly placed hand-smacks.
Matt thanked the mums for their assistance.
“Any time!” was the enthusiastic response, “We’re down here most days…”
When Adrian saw Jack he groaned to himself. He knew exactly what was coming.
“Good news… Jack’s offered to help us with Adrian, Matt,” Peter said eagerly.
“Peter’s told me all about the challenge you’re doing for your mum,” Jack said addressing Adrian, “and about the, er, other thing…” he added with a wink.
Adrian was not at all keen on more boys getting involved in what had become his humiliating forfeits, never mind his mum’s challenge, something Adrian was still puzzled about.
“Peter tells me he’s got a special key Scoot gave him,” Jack continued, “… something about… oh, I see what it’s for… how did you end up with that on your nob?”
Adrian was forced to tell Jack how he’d been more or less tricked into the device when he told his mum that he hardly ever masturbated, at which point Jack, Matt and Peter burst out laughing. This made Adrian more embarrassed than ever.
“What a silly little boy to let that happen,” Jack said, “It’s just as well you’ve got your friends to help,” Jack turned to Peter: “How many times have you unlocked Adrian’s nob trainer?… I expect you do it every day and let him have a wank don’t you? I know I can’t go for very long without a wank…
“Well actually, Jack, we haven’t even managed to unlock Adrian’s nob once yet…” Peter said.
Matt explained: “You see Peter and me decided that Adrian would have to complete forfeits before he was unlocked and up to now he’s not been very successful…”
Adrian stopped rubbing his bottom: “That’s not fair… I did… I wanked you off and walked all the way to Peter’s house with your cum in my hair as proof I’d done it…”
“... wearing those tiny old speedos…” Peter added.
“Yeah… they made me wear an old pair of speedos that hardly fit me anymore…”
“Then what happened?” Jack asked.
Adrian flushed deep red: “I, er, sucked off Peter…”
“... and swallowed the lot,” Peter added, “Cos my mum called up to say Adrian had to go home straightaway… so I didn’t have time to unlock Adrian’s nob for a wank…”
Jack chuckled: “All this talk is making me horny… anyone fancy coming back to my place for a bit of fun?”
Needless to say both Peter and Matt were keen. Adrian mumbled something about the lock-box and the key.
“Plenty of time for that… it won’t be open for five hours anyway…” Matt told him.
“But we’ve been down here for ages…” Adrian pleaded, “Can’t we go and get the lock-box, so if it opens when we’re at Jack’s… and the key…”
“NO… the lock-box has to stay at Matt’s.” Peter snapped and turned to Jack, “D’you see how ungrateful he is… Scoot warned me about this… told me only to use the key when it was ‘absolutely necessary’... Scoot’s words… we try to help and all he does is whinge…”
“But it is necessary!” Adrian pleaded, on the verge of tears, “I haven’t had a wank for days… ages… it’s not fair… it’s alright for you, you can nip off to the bogs anytime you like… yeah, I saw you go for a wank, Peter…”
Matt stepped forward: “Ok, Adrian… tell you what, we’ll go round to Jack’s and you can do a forfeit for him ‘cos he knows all about your nob being locked up for you mum…”
“... but I’ve already done forfeits for you…”
“Yes, for us… but you’ve got to do one for Jack now he’s joined us… don’t you see?”
Adrian’s heart sank.
“Yeah, I guess so… but when I’ve done Jack’s forfeit, can we go and see if the lock-box is open?”
“Sure…” Matt assured Adrian, “sure we can, we’ll go back to my place just as soon as you’ve done a forfeit for Jack…”
