Let's Talk About... Part 7

 

“What on earth are you wearing now?” Adrian’s mum asked with a questioning smile when her son walked into the kitchen, “Don’t tell me… have you and the boys been discussing your challenge?”

Oh, crumbs, thought Adrian, she thinks it’s to do with this challenge thing she’s on about.

“Er, no mum… nothing to do with the challenge… it’s just that I… I sort of spilled something on my trunks and Mrs Plant offered to clean them for me,” Adrian answered.

“Then why aren’t you wearing them?”

“We were going to the rec., but we didn’t have time to wait for my trunks to be washed, so Matt found this for me to wear,” Adrian explained. He was standing facing his mum shielding his bare bottom from view.

“But what exactly is it?”

Adrian blushed. There was no easy way to explain what the skimpy piece of material was that was hanging over his crotch. He tried to think of all the new rules Matt and Peter had decided on in an effort to think up something that would be convincing to his mum.

“Well it’s sort of to do with the challenge,” Adrian said squirming as he back-pedalled on what he’s just said to his mum, “You see we’ve been thinking up some rules like you said we should… y’know you wanted me to talk to Peter and Matt about it…”

“Yes, I remember, darling… so have you boys come up with some ideas then?” mum said eager to find out what they had decided, “You know I’m really pleased you’ve taken up this challenge, Adrian… I’m so proud of you.”

Adrian blushed and squirmed even more as he began to tell his mum about some of the rules that Peter and Matt had come up with, like not being able to wear any other clothes but his little swimming trunks. What Adrian was wearing was not considered to be proper clothes under the rules they’d devised.  He pretended he was involved in the decision-making process and felt a little ashamed at having to put such a positive spin on his humiliation.

“It’s like this, mum,” Adrian said as he started to tell her what had happened, “... when I spilt the tadpole… I mean, tapioca pudding on my trunks…”

“What tapioca pudding?” mum asked completely confused.

“The tapioca pudding I was eating…”

“... but you don’t like tapioca pudding… you won’t eat my tapioca pudding…”

Adrian had to think fast: “Matt said there was some left over and Peter told me it would help with the challenge… er, get my strength up or something…” Adrian extemporised, “...he said he would’ve eaten it, but said I could because I needed it…”

“That was very generous of Peter considering… I must remember to make you some in future,” a slightly bewildered mum replied, but she knew how fickle boys can be when it came to food.

“You don’t have to, mum… not specially,” Adrian said, worried that tapioca pudding would become a regular feature of mealtimes.

“So tell me about these rules you and the boys have thought up…”

“Mrs Plant… Matt’s mum…” Adrian started to say.

“Yes… I know who Sylvia Plant is…”

“Well, Matt’s mum said I couldn’t go out with my trunks all messy, so she said she would clean them for me and, er, well… then she offered to lend me a pair of Matt’s play shorts so I could go to the rec. with Peter and Matt… but…”

Adrian’s mum stifled a yawn.

“... I’m not allowed to wear shorts, because the rules are that I can’t wear any clothes other than my speedo trunks for the challenge… like I said, but Peter and Matt decided that I could wear one of our old Red Indian loincloths, because they don’t count as proper boys’ clothes… ‘cos they’re play outfits…”

“I see,” mum said before she realised something, “What… the loincloths you used to wear when you played Cowboys and Indians… you were only a little boy… seven or eight, when you played in those… where on earth did you find it?”

“Matt found it for me…”

Something else occurred to Adrian’s mum: “Turn round, Adrian…”

“But, mum… please…”

“Turn round… I want to see if my memory’s playing tricks on me, or… yes, I thought so… your bottom is completely bare… you’ve not been running about with a bare bottom all day have you, Adrian?”

Mum suppressed a chuckle and looked seriously at her son, as if she was about to admonish him, until she saw his lips quivering. It had been a tough day for Adrian and he was a bundle of nerves standing in the kitchen dressed in nothing more than the ridiculously small, backless loincloth, and having to think up plausible reasons for his costume (such as it was!).

Adrian’s mum, realising her son needed cheering up, laughed: “Oh, darling! I think you’re being ever so brave! Fancy… I never knew you could be such a little daredevil… wearing that old loincloth while your swim-trunks were being cleaned…”

Adrian hung his head: “It was Matt’s idea,” he confessed.

“Well, whoever it was you’re the one who wore it… I’m so proud of you!”

Mum put her hand out and ruffled Adrian’s hair: “No gel today I see… you know I really didn’t think that little device would have such an effect… you are being so much more self-confident… gosh, when I think of the times I’ve had to push you out of that kitchen door to get you out of the house for some fresh air…” she leant down and kissed Adrian’s forehead, “Now what can I do to make your challenge a bit more exciting?”

Adrian was shocked to hear what his mum said. More exciting! he thought, how could it possibly made more exciting? It was bad enough as it was… bloody awful, in fact, but he couldn’t tell his mum the real reason for accepting his humiliations under the pretence of a ‘challenge’. His mouth fell open, but then he quickly cried: “MUM!!” he was distraught at the very idea.

Mum laughed again: “I was only pulling your leg, dear and it sounds as if you’ve already had quite an exciting day today… but I’m sure you’re having lots of fun with your friends thinking up ways to make the challenge more interesting…”

“They already have,” muttered Adrian to himself.

“... and what have you done to your bottom?” his mum asked interrupting Adrian’s thoughts, “It’s as red as a beetroot…” she added.

“It was at the playground… on slide, mum…”

“How many goes did you have on the slide?” mum asked. She could see Adrian’s bottom was still very red.

“Oh, two or three times… my bottom was dead sore…” Adrian answered.

“Hmm…” mum looked again at Adrian’s red bottom, “It looks to me as if it was more than a couple of goes on the slide to get your bottom looking like that…”

“It was, mum… honest,” Adrian replied. He had no idea quite how red his bottom was and he didn’t like the way this was going.

“It looks to me as if this bottom of yours has been spanked… did Peter and Matt spank you?”

“No, mum… no they didn’t…” Adrian was beginning to get very nervous about what to tell his mum.

“But your bottom has been spanked hasn’t it, Adrian?” mum clearly wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

Adrian hung his head in shame and after realising he’d have to tell his mum what happened he nodded: “Yes, mum…” he whispered.

“So tell me, darling… who spanked you?” mum asked tenderly, “Were you naughty?”

“No, mum… I wasn’t naughty… not like you mean…”

His mum looked puzzled: “No? So, tell me what happened…”

Adrian sighed… where to begin, he thought and after a few seconds of silence looked up at his mum: “I had to do a forfeit… you see Peter and Matt made it part of the challenge that had to do forfeits if I… if I make a mistake, or don’t do something right… it’s all part of the rules of the challenge, mum,” Adrian told her.

“I see… you boys are taking this all very seriously…”

Adrian could see that his mum was pleased with his explanation, “Yes, mum…”

“... but you still haven’t told me who spanked your bottom…”

Adrian took a deep breath: “There were some mums… ladies… and they’d seen me playing on the roundabout and slide and things… anyway Matt was talking to them and telling them about my challenge…”

“What was Peter doing? Was he playing with you?” mum asked.

“Er, he was… he was watching me play hopscotch…”

Mum laughed. She didn’t mean to, but the thought of her son hopping and skipping on the hopscotch grid wearing nothing but the little loincloth was too much for her: “But you’ve got two left feet, darling! Did you finish the game? Was that what got you your spanking?”

“Oh, mum… I haven’t got two left feet!” Adrian said indignantly.

“So what did happen?”

Adrian didn’t want to go into details, but unless he told his mum what happened, he realised his spanking wouldn’t make much sense.

“Going to the rec. and playing on the swings and stuff like the slide was… well part of my challenge,” Adrian explained, “Peter and Matt are really good at coming up with ideas for things for me to do…”

“You must be really pleased your friends are helping out… they seem very keen…”

Adrian kept his thoughts to himself and carried on telling his mum what happened: “Then Peter challenged me to play hopscotch… only I had to go all the way round without making any mistakes otherwise I’d lose and have to pay a forfeit…”

Adrian’s mum chuckled once more at the thought of her son playing hopscotch wearing nothing but the tiny loincloth: “Go on, dear… don’t mind me… I’m all ears…”

Adrian protested: “It’s not funny, mum…”

“I’m sorry darling… do carry on…”

“Peter gave me three lives and I was doing really well and then…” Adrian paused, not sure of how to explain what happened to make him lose the game.

“Go on, darling…”

“I think Matt had been talking to the mums who were watching me and… and they’d seen my trainer thing…”

“I imagine they did… playing hopscotch it would have been difficult for them not to…”

Adrian blushed: “... and one of the ladies must have told Matt what it was for… to stop me… y’know…”

Once again Adrian hung his head, but mum was clearly impressed by his honesty.

“Matt ran over to where Peter was… he was refereeing… and… and… I was on the last round, mum… and when Matt told Peter what the lady had said, I heard him and forgot what I was doing and missed the square… I was nearly back to the base… it was Matt’s fault I lost…”

Adrian couldn’t very well tell his mum what transpired between him and Matt, but he said that Matt apologised and they made it up.

“Peter said I still had to do a forfeit…”

“... because you lost the game of hopscotch,” mum said having cottoned on to some of the new rules of the challenge, “... even though you were distracted by Matt?”

Adrian nodded: “Peter and Matt asked the ladies to choose a forfeit for me… and I had to do a spanking one…”

“So the ladies spanked your naughty bottom?”

Adrian nodded again: “I wasn’t naughty, mum… I just lost at hopscotch…”

“Hmm… and how many spanks did they give you,” mum said good-naturedly.

“Six smacks… each,” Adrian replied, “They really stung…”

“I think you did very well to tell me all that… I’m pleased,” mum said, as she ruffled Adrian’s hair once more, “... and I think it would be a good idea if you told me all about what you, Peter and Matt get up to during this challenge…”

Adrian might not have agreed, but he said nothing.

“Are your swimming trunks still at Matthew’s house?”

“Yes, mum… I said I’d pick them up in the morning…”

“So you’ll have to wear that loincloth again tomorrow if you’re going to stick by the rules.”

Adrian pursed his lips. He’d forgotten the consequences of leaving his chums standing when he walked off in a huff: “I suppose so…”

“Come on… let’s get you up to the bathroom, Adrian,” mum announced, “It looks like you could do with a good wash after playing at the rec. today… and, here, let’s have that loincloth and I’ll give it a quick rinse… we don’t want you going out looking scruffy, do we?” she added with a smile.

“No, mum…” Adrian replied as he wondered whether he’d need the ice-pack tonight after what happened at Jack’s.

Later on in the bathroom Adrian’s mum was about to unlock the nub trainer when she told him: “I haven’t seen Matt’s mum for a while, so I thought I might pop over tomorrow… perhaps we can go over there together…” She turned the little key and the lock sprang open, “Oh! Not so excited to be unlocked tonight,” mum said as she eased the chastity cage from Adrian’s penis, “... it’s all that exercise you’ve had to day at rec. I expect…”

Adrian silently sighed in relief: “Yes, mum… it was fun though…”

It was only when mum washed Adrian’s penis and had retracted his foreskin that she noticed the glans was a little redder than usual. There was a slight slipperiness too, although this didn’t cause her undue concern. She reminded herself that Adrian was growing up and the constant constriction of the nub trainer might have rubbed his penis during his games at the rec. playground.

“Would you like me to put some cream on your willy? It looks a little sore…”

The indignity he felt at having his penis called a willy rankled and before he could stop himself he blurted out: “It’s not a willy, mum… only little boys have willies…” he reminded her.

“I’m sorry, darling, but it is a bit red… as if it’s being chaffed by the trainer…”

Adrian blushed: “It’s alright, mum… it doesn’t feel sore or anything…”

The very thought of what might happen if mum started to rub cream on his nob appalled Adrian and he was relieved when his mum acquiesced to his wish.

“... but we’d better keep an eye on it,” she added, “I wouldn’t like to think that wearing your trainer is hurting you, however much it’s helping you to be my good little boy…”

What was Adrian to say? If he said it was too small and it hurt, he was pretty sure mum would just get another size… with another lock, which meant a different key. Anyway although he hated to admit it, he’d got used to the trainer and most of the time hardy knew it was there. It was when he felt horny and his nob was constricted by the little device that he really felt the frustration of not being able to masturbate. Adrian knew his only chance of a good wank rested in the duplicate key Peter had managed to get hold of and therein lay the answer to give his mum.

“It’s ok really, mum…” and with his hands held firmly behind his head, he crossed his fingers and said, “I don’t mind it… honest I don’t…”

Adrian’s mum beamed. She knew she’d done the right thing. Those leaflets she’d picked up were quite correct, boys didn’t need to masturbate… they were far better behaved when they weren’t fiddling with their willies all the time.

The next morning Adrian and his mum set off for Matt’s house together. As they walked along Adrian once more was wearing his loincloth, which was nice and clean after his mum had washed and ironed it for him. Of course, apart from his sneakers, that’s all Adrian was wearing. He felt even more self-conscious of his near-nudity walking by his mum’s side and couldn’t wait to get into the comparative safety of Mrs Plant’s house.

When they arrived Adrian and his mum were shown into the front room by Matt’s mother.

“It is nice to see you, Connie… come on through… I’ll make a cuppa and we can sit and have a chat,” Matt’s mum said in greeting, “Peter’s already here, Adrian… he’s upstairs with Matt… I’ve got your swimming trunks, all washed and ready for you… if you wait here with your mum for minute I’ll bring them and you can change into them… I expect you’ll like put them back on after wearing that tiny loincloth…”

Adrian thanked Matt’s mother and wondered what his friends were up to, but knowing them he reckoned they were either wanking or figuring out his day’s new forfeits… or both.

“I’m so glad you called round, Connie,” Mrs Plant said as she brought through the tea, “The boys have told me all about this challenge Adrian's doing…”

“Yes, Matt and Peter have been very helpful… haven’t they, Adrian?”

“Yes, mum…” Adrian was itching to get upstairs to find out what was going on, but realised he wasn’t going to get permission to leave the room just yet.

“Has Mrs. Plant seen your little trainer?” Adrian’s mum asked him.

Adrian shook his head. He didn’t like where the mums’ ‘chat’ was going.

“Come over here and let’s show her shall we?”

Adrian knew this wasn’t a question for which he had the option of answering ‘no’. When there were two mums together facing you, Adrian knew it was a good policy not to show up one in front of the other. He walked the few paces towards his mum and Mrs Plant.

Yesterday Adrian had managed to conceal his nub trainer from Matt’s mum. She had laughed good-naturedly at his modesty as he peeled down his tiny speedo trunks that needed washing after spilling the tapioca pudding over himself. Adrian stood nervously as his mum went into a few more embarrassing details about how the trainer device was helping him.

“Helping him in what way what exactly,” Matt’s mum asked, although it wasn’t difficult for her to guess.

Instead of answering her friend straightaway Connie told her about the leaflet she’d picked up while Adrian was having his verruca attended to at the clinic: “It was very useful… very informative… it explained about how boys can start playing with themselves… masturbating…”

Adrian, forced to stand listening to his mum, blushed until he felt his ears burning.

“... the experts writing in the leaflet are all agreed that excessive masturbation can seriously affect boys’ physical abilities… you ought to pick up a leaflet the next time you take Matthew to the Clinic… but Adrian told me that he hardly ever played with himself… didn’t you, darling?”

Adrian felt like such an idiot as he agreed: “Yes, mum…” He was sure Mrs Plant must know all about boys masturbating… his mum didn’t need to embarrass him like this talking to Matt’s mum… but then mums were like that…

Contrary to how Adrian viewed his situation standing in the front room, his mother carried on; “You see, Adrian wasn’t even bothered when we had a little talk about masturbation, were you, dear?”

“No, mum…” Adrian replied dutifully, wondering when his ordeal would end.

 “… in fact, Sylvia, he told me he wouldn’t miss masturbating if he stopped altogether… so together we agreed… didn’t we, darling?”

“Yes, mum…”

“... we agreed that Adrian would wear a little trainer device to help him keep the promise he made to me… Adrian says that he hardly even notices he’s wearing it, isn’t that so?”

Adrian managed to croak out the word ‘yes’, but would have been happier if the floor underneath his feet would have obliged him by suddenly giving way so that he could escape the inevitable next few seconds…

His mum leant forwards and took hold of the lower hem of Adrian’s loincloth. Adrian was a boy and they were two mums together. What could be more perfectly natural that Connie, Adrian’s mum, should lift up the flimsy loincloth to show Matt’s mum how his bald penis was securely caged in the nub trainer chastity device by a tiny padlock.

“See how simple it is?” Connie said, “I unlock it at Adrian’s bathtime so that I can clean it… and him!” she added with a chuckle, “... while he keeps his hands out of the way of course…”

“What a cute little lock as well!” Sylvia said as she peered at the device more closely, “I’m not sure how Matt would take to it… being bathed again after so long and everything… but you must keep me posted and tell me how you get on with Adrian… and if there’s anything I can do, you only have to ask…”

It sounded to Adrian very much as if he was going to be the only boy wearing a nub trainer in the foreseeable future. Not that he would wish it on anyone else; he wasn’t that sort of boy. But it was unfair, he thought.

“Now, what’s all this about the challenge you’ve set for Adrian this summer?” Sylvia Plant asked Connie.

This was the first time Adrian had heard the world ‘summer’ mentioned with regard to his challenge and his mouth fell open. Did this mean he would have to wear his stupid little-boy swim-trunks for the rest of the holidays? And the nub trainer?! To say Adrian was shocked and horrified was an understatement… he was flabbergasted and waited… no, prayed to hear his mum say it would only be for a few days… a week at most.

“You know, I hadn’t given it much thought to be honest, but Adrian’s been so enthusiastic and with his friends helping him with his challenge… it’s been such a surprise to see how he’s been enjoying himself so much… yesterday they they took him to the rec. to play… and while you very kindly washed his swim-trunks, Adrian was even happy to wear that little loincloth instead…”

“Yes, Matt told me all about it… and apparently Jack’s become involved as well… such a nice, helpful young boy I’ve always thought…”

“You didn’t tell me about Jack…” Adrian’s mum remarked to her son.

“... forgot…” was the best Adrian could come up with as he stood still waiting in vain for the floor which, to his annoyance, still didn’t want to open up and swallow him.

“Well, that really is encouraging,” his mum said enthusiastically as, without a word spoken, she took off his loincloth. Adrian could see his swimming trunks lying beside Mrs Plant on the sofa. “Shall I hang onto this,” Adrian’s mum said holding the little loincloth, “You never know, the boys might want Adrian to play in it again…”

“... by all means,” Sylvia Plant replied, “I’d really no idea I’d kept those old loincloths until Matthew found that one… I must have tucked them away in the cupboard under the stairs and forgot about them… You know I made them for the boys when they were little… Matthew pestered me to make them one year when they all wanted to play at being Red Indians.”

Adrian’s mum smiled: “You never know when these things might come in useful… it’s like Adrian’s old swimming trunks… I completely forgotten about them… didn’t know he still had them, but he came home wearing them and that’s when I found out.”

“Found out what, Connie?”

“Adrian tried to tell me that he was doing a dare… didn’t you darling?”

Adrian knew it was pointless to argue. Things had got so far out of hand, it was easier simply to agree.

“D’you remember, I rung you up and asked whether Matthew knew anything about this so-called ‘dare’... of course he didn’t, neither did Peter as it turned out. That was when I realised what the real reason was…”

“The ‘challenge’...” Sylvia Plant chipped in.

“Yes, that’s right… the boys had challenged Adrian to wear his speedo trunks and Adrian tried to get me to believe it was a sort of one off thing, but I told him that wasn’t much of a challenge and to ask the boys to help him make it a real challenge… one that would really test him… and do you know, Sylvia, Adrian’s really enjoying himself… the boys help make up all sorts of rules for Adrian to follow and forfeits to pay… yesterday, down at the rec., paying a forfeit, Adrian even had his bottom smacked by some mums!”

Adrian was furious at the way his mum had dismissively described his very painful forfeit at the hands, literally, of the ladies as a ‘smacking’. As any boy knows, there is a world of difference between a casual smack and a sustained spanking. Wisely Adrian kept his own counsel.

“What? As a forfeit?” Sylvia Plant asked, “Gosh, I had no idea these boys took their games so seriously…”

“Challenges, Sylvia,” Adrian’s mum corrected.

“So how long do you think this will last? The challenge, I mean,” Sylvia asked.

“That’s up to the boys… isn’t it? They’re in charge,” Connie said as she looked up at her son.

“Yes, mum,” Adrian replied with a sinking feeling that unless Peter got busy with the key to his nub trainer, he’d end up being easily the most frustrated, desperately-in-need-of-a-wank, fourteen year old boy that had ever lived…

“... but Matt and Peter are only in charge in so far as Adrian is willing to agree to everything…” Connie added, “I’m sure if there was anything Adrian didn’t want to do, he’d come and tell his mum…”

But Adrian knew telling tales on his friends would be the last thing any self-respecting boy his age would do.

“You know Jack’s older brother has signed on as a merchant seaman…” Sylvia Plant informed her friend, changing the subject slightly.

“Really… I expect that when he returns he’ll have lots of stories he’ll want to tell the boys…”

The two of them chatted away and caught up with their gossip. Adrian might not have been there as he stood wearing nothing but his nub trainer and his sneakers. Eventually the noise of two rambunctious boys was heard as they clattered downstairs. Matt and Peter almost tumbled into the room in the midst of some sort of friendly play-fight, each boy eager to be the first through the doorway. They came to an abrupt halt when they saw Adrian standing bare bottomed… and bare everything, in front of the mums.

“Cor! Aren’t you dressed yet, Adrian?” Matt asked as the boys giggled, “C’mon… we’ve got lots to talk about… loads of new rules and after you left us yesterday Jack had an idea for a new game to play…” he added confidently in front of the two mums.

Adrian lowered his head and scowled as glanced at Matt. Adrian knew the sort of game that Jack would have had an idea for.

Mrs Plant picked up Adrian’s tiny little-boy swim-trunks: “Here you are… better put these on before you boys start playing…”

“Just a minute, Sylvia,” Adrian’s mum interjected, “I wanted to show you this…”

In her hand Connie held the key to Adrian’s nub trainer: “It’s the key to that tiny little padlock… here, have a look… isn’t it sweet?”

Sylvia Plant took the tiny key and held it in the palm of her hand: “Oh, it is… yes, but… that’s… that’s very odd,” she glanced up at Matt, “It looks just like the key in that funny little box in your bedroom…”