Everard - Part 3

 

It had been a miserable few days for Everard. He was still totally conflicted about his thoughts and fantasies while he was masturbating and how different he felt when these came to fruition in real life.

Take the other day when Lance pantsed him right in front of Damon and Ricky. Thinking about it happening while lying in bed wanking was exciting and resulted in Everard having an amazing cum. But how he felt at the time, when his shorts were yanked down as he was helping the boys tie a rope to a tree branch, was totally different; upsetting didn’t even begin to describe them. Everard had been tricked. He’d walked straight into his little brother’s trap and was furious with Lance. Everard was also furious with his mother for nagging him to go and play with his little brother and his equally little pals.

As for Mrs Healy, she was becoming increasingly concerned about her son Everard. She knew he was masturbating; the signs were obvious enough, but she also knew it would be a fool’s errand to try and stop him. She had read enough on the forums she followed to realise the impossibility of that ever happening. Indeed the general consensus was that any, excuse the phrase, hard and fast rules with regard to masturbation would result in boys becoming more secretive than they already were. Mrs Healy was also worried about the increasing friction between Lance and his older brother. She laid the blame for this state of affairs squarely on Everard. If Everard spent less time masturbating, she thought, he would have more time to spend with Lance.

She had posted a few questions about her problem with Everard on a couple of the forums she followed which led to some interesting discussions. Sibling rivalry among boys was an age old headache for mums, but the general consensus was to give the boys more responsibility for each other. Naturally Mrs Healy imagined the older boy, particularly a boy like Everard who was three years senior to Lance, should look out for his younger brother. This was the reason she had urged Everard to go and see if he could help Lance playing with his friends the other day. This was the advice that had led directly to Everard’s pantsing and his subsequent resentment.

Lance, on the other hand, had had a great time. His stock among his friends had skyrocketed since he pantsed his brother Everard in front of them. It was a source of considerable delight for Lance as he watched Everard struggle to pull his shorts back up, but the unforeseen bonus was the absence  of underpants… and hey presto! all was revealed and there was Everard’s boner bobbing about for everyone to see. Lance loved it when Everard’s face glowed red with embarrassment. And it was so funny when Everard got upset, because Lance could hear his older brother’s voice cracking, squeaking all of a sudden when he lost control. The pantsing was worth it just so Lance and his friends could have a laugh at Everard’s expense and the more they laughed, the more they teased, the more upset Everard became. Priceless!

Meanwhile each day for the next few days Everard took great delight in wrapping Lance’s t-shirt round his stiff cock as he masturbated. It had become an act of revenge for his humiliation. Two or three times Lance had asked their mum whether she’d found the shirt. Initially Everard had thought he might be able to wash it and somehow sneak it back into Lance’s bedroom undetected. But it was so much fun for Everard to play with his brother’s t-shirt as he rubbed his hard-on and spunked up into it yet another load of boy-cum that he quickly gave up on the idea of returning it. Besides by the fourth day the t-shirt was so stained and stiff with cum that even he realised it would be impossible to get it clean again.

Everard’s midnight rambles in the nude became more frequent. He would dare himself to leave his room and walk naked around the house with his hands on his head. Everard had often thought what it would feel like if he was made to walk like that, with his arms raised, to the showers after PE. He imagined Sir would order him to do it in front of the whole class as a punishment for scoring the lowest marks during the gym lesson. Everard knew the humiliation would be intense, but he would have no choice but to do as he was told - the very real threat of feeling the sting of Sir’s well-placed slipper would ensure Everard obeyed. He’d have to endure the gauntlet of jibes and laughter from boys, all of them still wearing PE kit. Everard, the bare naked boy… but then another horrifying thought struck him, what he had had a stiffy in front of them? While not unknown in the school showers, somehow Everard knew it would be a whole lot different to have an erection while he paraded naked and on full display in front of Sir and his classmates. He’d be a laughing-stock and would never live it down.

Everard got so wound up in his fantasy that he only just made it back to his bedroom in time to reach under his bed, grab Lance’s t-shirt and unload his spunk into its welcoming folds.

It was inevitable this state of affairs couldn’t last. 

So involved in his regular after school wank in his bedroom, Everard had failed to go downstairs after mum called up to say that tea was ready.

He’d called back: “I’m just finishing my homework!” as he continued to masturbate. It gave him an extra thrill to think that he was doing it while talking to to his mum. “Down in a minute!” he yelled as he carried on bashing the bishop.

“Don’t be all day,” his mother had replied.

When Everard didn’t appear after nearly five minutes had passed, mum sent Lance upstairs to fetch his brother. “Tell him to stop whatever it is he’s doing and come downstairs for his tea this minute.”

Lance did as he was told and when he reached Everard’s bedroom door he had an idea. He would barge in, surprise his older brother and make him jump. As carefully as he could Lance turned the door-handle, smiled mischievously when he discovered it wasn’t locked, then suddenly flung the door wide open.

It’s certainly did give Everard a surprise… well, more of a shock when he looked up and saw his little brother standing, staring at him, open-mouthed in the doorway. Lance didn’t remain open-mouthed for very long. While he failed to recognise his t-shirt wrapped around Everard’s stiff penis, Lance could see what it was that his brother’s fist was holding. Even though Lance didn’t know what Everard was doing, he knew it was wrong. He was shocked: “That’s naughty!” he announced, with all the force of an outraged eleven year old.

Everard stopped wanking and squeezed his penis hard through the t-shirt, more than ever aware that he had about half a second to hide what he was doing and about another half-second to ensure Lance didn’t see what had happened to his favourite t-shirt.

Lance evoked the authority of their mother: “Mum says you’re to stop what you’re doing and come downstairs for tea.”

“Go away! Leave me alone can’t you?!”

“Mum says…”

Between his legs Everard’s penis engaged auto-pilot and Lance’s t-shirt took another load of Everard’s cum. A dark, moist patch appeared and Lance could see the stain getting larger and larger. 

Everard knew he was in serious trouble. He daren’t move. His hand was sticky with spunk that had leaked through the cotton t-shirt. “Please…” he begged Lance, “just go away.”

Lance saw the cum dripping from Everard’s fingers. He screwed up his face: “Eww yuck… that’s gross!”

Everard looked up, his face contorted. He could sense what Lance was about to do. Silently he pleaded with his little brother not to say anything, not to…

“MUM!!!” 

Mrs Healy, hearing Lance’s cry and fearing the worse; that Everard had had an accident - though not the type of ‘accident’ that had indeed occurred in her son’s bedroom, rushed upstairs to find Lance standing in the doorway of Everard’s room.

Lance turned to his mother then pointed at his older brother, “Everard’s got his hand on his willy, mum… I saw him … he was rubbing it! Look! He’s made a mess! It’s gross!”

Mrs Healy instantly appraised the situation: “Leave this to me, Lance… go back downstairs, I’ll be with you shortly,” she said before turning to face Everard. “What's all this? What have you been up to?” Her questions came thick and fast. “Have you been masturbating again? Don’t try to deny it. You’ve already used my hand towels clean up your mess and now…”

“Please mum... I didn't mean to…”

“What! Is that the best you can come with, ‘Mum, I didn’t mean to’? Take a look at yourself, you didn’t mean to what exactly? To wrap that t-shirt…” Mrs Healy stopped abruptly. She looked a little closer at what Everard was still holding between his legs. “I don't believe it!! That's Lance's t-shirt, isn’t it? The t-shirt he’s been pestering me about since it went missing… and do you mean to tell me that all this time you’ve been using it to clean up your mess after masturbating?”

Everard looked at his mother as a deer is reputed to look when it sees the headlights of an oncoming car.

Mum shook her head as if trying to make sense of what she saw: “I’m disappointed in you, Everard.”

Everard hung his head: “Sorry, mum…” was the most he could manage.

“Well, I suppose ‘sorry’ is a start, but there’s going to have to be some changes around here… and you realise I’m going to have to explain to your brother what you’ve been doing? For heaven’s sake, Everard, Lance is only eleven, but sometimes I think you act as if you’re half his age.”

Mrs Healy looked down at the soggy rag that Everard was clutching to himself. “Honestly, can’t you see that you’ve ruined Lance’s t-shirt? You can pay for a new one out of your pocket money, Everard… and then there’s the little matter of how we deal with your behaviour, or rather your persistent bad behaviour.”

Everard didn’t like the sound of this one bit. What was mum going to do?

It seemed to Mrs Healy the posts she’d read on the discussion forums didn’t completely answer her questions with regard to siblings being given responsibility for each other. She’d assumed it would be the older looking after the younger sibling, however it was obvious to her that it would be pointless to give Everard any responsibility for anything at all, rather she should make Lance responsible for Everard.

“Now give me that disgusting t-shirt of Lance’s you’ve ruined… get yourself cleaned up and put some clothes on. I’m going to speak to your brother.” With that Mrs Healy left Everard to ponder on his fate.

Back downstairs she had a talk with Lance. She explained, with as little detail as possible, that what Lance saw his older brother doing was something which had got out of control. Everard, she told Lance, was wasting his time playing with himself. She was going to make sure Everard behaved responsibly even if she couldn’t watch him all the time. 

Then she added what almost sounded like an afterthought: “Oh, and I found your Spidey t-shirt… the one that went missing.”

This immediately got Lance’s interest and he gave up trying to figure out why his older brother wanted to play with his willy so much. His eyes lit up, that is until his mum told him: “Everard was using it to wipe up his mess after playing with himself… playing with his willy like I just explained to you.”

For the second time within the space of an hour, Lance’s jaw dropped and his mouth hung open when it dawned on him what it was that mum was holding. He was furious with Everard even though mum went on to tell him his brother would buy him a new Spidey t-shirt. But then Lance’s eyes lit up again when mum asked if he would like to help her help Everard?

Immediately sensing there was more fun to be had, Lance wanted to know what he’d have to do and then asked: “But what if he won’t do what I tell him?”

Mrs Healy smiled: “Don’t worry, Lance. When I tell him what I’ve got in mind, he won’t dare disobey you.”

An expression close to awe broke out on Lance’s face, but try as he might, his mother wouldn’t tell him what it was that would give him a superpower over his brother.

What Mrs Healy wouldn’t tell Lance was what she’d been reading on one of the forums she followed. The subject causing a great deal of concern among mums was the chronic masturbation habits of their teen sons. How to control horny young boys who were constantly jerking off was the reason for the lively debate. Some mums were prepared to accept there was little that could be done, others relied on the honesty of their boys to only masturbate when they were given permission to do so, while others simply refused to believe their sons could behave in such a manner. 

However there were also mums who favoured forced chastity and believed the only way to stop what they described as a pernicious, debasing habit was to employ the use of chastity cages and so-called ‘safety mittens’. It seemed these devices and other restraints designed to prevent masturbation, were readily available and the debate about the merits of different types of preventative items ran to a considerable number of posts. Mums openly discussed the beneficial rewards to be obtained by the use of cages designed specifically to prevent masturbation by teenage boys.

Mrs Healy, like some of the other mums, was concerned about the physical and psychological consequences of putting a boy into full-time chastity. She came to the view that it might well do Everard more harm than good. However, she also realised that using the threat of forced chastity might well be a considerable aid in controlling her son’s behaviour. She developed her own approach to this age old problem by adapting the discussion about sibling responsibilities to her own needs.

That evening there was a family meeting.

Everard straightaway noticed something different in Lance’s manner. This puzzled Everard and he wondered what mum had said to his brother. Mum must have told him about the Spidey t-shirt, he thought. But Lance didn’t look at all bothered and Everard wondered why.

“We won’t go into it now, just as to how you came by Lance’s t-shirt, Everard, but I want you to apologise to your brother for doing to it what you did. Lance was very upset when his t-shirt went missing. It was his favourite. I’ve told him you will buy him a new one. You can go to the shop with him and maybe help him to choose another… Now, tell Lance you’re sorry.”

Everard became even more puzzled and anxious when Lance shrugged his shoulders in response to his apology. It was obvious to Everard that Lance knew something. This became clear when his mother spoke again.

“I’ve had to explain to Lance what you were doing. He was very grown up about it, which is more than can be said for you, Everard.” Mum looked at him steely-eyed, “Your compulsion to masturbate is completely out of control. You can’t seem to stop and you are making a mess. Everywhere I look I see the evidence. The hand towel I found in your bedroom only last week, for instance, and now Lance caught you using his favourite t-shirt, or at least it was his favourite t-shirt, for masturbating.”

Everett was blushing. Of course he was, as any boy his age would be. He also couldn’t remember a time when he was more nervous and embarrassed. Was mum about to tell him that she knew all about his nighttime escapades? How could she have found out? Everard asked himself as his anxiety levels went through the roof. “Muuuum,” he whined, “can’t we talk about this without Lance here?” 

“I don’t see why not. You were perfectly happy to make use of Lance’s t-shirt. I think that entitles him to listen… and besides, what I’ve got to say concerns him as much as it does you. When I told him what needed to be done, Lance agreed to help me keep an eye on you… on my behalf,” she emphasised, “...and together we are going to help you to control your masturbation problem.”

Everett was stunned. “Wh-whaaat?”

“I’ve been reading about how to deal with boys who persistently masturbate…”

Seriously? Everard’s world was collapsing. He gaped, unable to think straight. He managed to ask: “Where?”

“Thankfully there are forums…. forums where mothers can openly discuss their son’s masturbation habits among themselves…”

Everard was gobsmacked. His eyes wide. This was awful: “You… you’ve talked about… about me?” he asked, dreading mum’s answer would be in the affirmative.

“Of course I have… and the replies to my posts…”

Evarard’s jaw couldn’t drop any lower, but he managed to blurt out: “posts…” stressing the letter ‘s’. “The… there’s more than one?” he asked incredulously.

“That’s right… some of the replies from mums who’ve had experience with their boy’s uncontrolled masturbating were very helpful and very supportive. You can’t expect me not to reply and thank them. It would be rude if I didn’t.

Lance piped up: “That’s why mum called you ‘Tugger’... isn’t it, mum?”

Mrs Healy nodded: “Yes… and there’s going to be a lot less tugging from now on.” 

Everard couldn’t believe what was happening. It was mum and Lance against him. Lance!

“Lance can keep an eye on you. He’s to tell me if he sees you doing anything you shouldn’t. Is that understood?”

It was one of mum’s questions that didn’t need an answer, Everard had been so shocked by events that he’d lost the use of his voice and so was unable to respond in any case.

Mum took it that Everard understood.

“There’s one other thing that Lance has agreed to help with…”

What now? Everard thought, How could this possibly get any worse?

“You’ve to thank one of the mums on the forum who told me that she allows her son to masturbate once a week…”

Everard’s eyes nearly popped out their sockets. Once a week! Please say that’s not going to happen to me!

“We’ve exchanged comments about her experience and she’d convinced me to use this approach with you, Everard…”

Everard would have pleaded, begged even, but what was the point? He knew that mum, once she’d got an idea in her head, wasn’t going to change her mind. Besides, he was too shocked anyway.

“You’ll have to sort it out between the two of you when and where this happens, because I want Lance to be there to make sure you only do what you’re allowed to do…”

Be there! Everard was stunned. You mean in the same room? Watching me?!

Mum turned to face Lance: “Now I need to have a little word with Everard in private, so you can leave the room for five minutes, Lance, while I speak to your brother.”

Lance couldn’t stop himself and as he walked towards the door, he called back: “Tugger’s been naughty!”

As soon as he was out of the room the verbal floodgates opened and Everard pleaded: “Mum… you can’t do this… please… not just once a week, mum…” The desperation in his voice was palpable, “...honest, I’ll only do it when you tell me I can… but, please, mum, don’t let Lance watch…”

Mrs Healy was unperturbed: “You should think yourself lucky I’m allowing you to masturbate once a week. The mother I’ve been in touch with told me that she’d seriously thought about locking her son’s penis into a chastity cage… Do you know what a chastity cage is?”

Everard nodded. He’d heard talk about them from boys at school.

“She bought one for him… a bit like this one.” 

As if she were a magician pulling a rabbit out of a hat, Mrs Healy suddenly produced a boy’s chastity cage and held it up in the palm of her hand for Everard to see.

“I won’t hesitate to put this to good use if Lance tells me that you are being uncooperative, or that he’s seen you playing with yourself when you shouldn’t … understand?”

Everard was horrified. The sight of the chastity cage, much smaller than he’d imagined they’d be, sent shivers up and down his spine. Once more he found himself caught between a rock and a hard place. Awful enough to be only able to masturbate once a week. Awful enough for Lance to be in control, but if he didn’t comply with mum’s wishes his penis would be locked in the chastity cage and he wouldn’t be able to masturbate at all! Given that threat, Everard was forced to accept that once a week was better than complete denial.

These thoughts and the sight of the cage had their not altogether unexpected effect on Everard’s penis as it began to awaken from its slumber.

“Do you understand?” mum asked again when Everard failed to respond. He looked up, as if caught in the piercing beam of mum’s eyes.

In defeat Everard uttered: “Yes, mum…” He felt as if he’d just been punched in the solar plexus.

The consequences of this new regime didn’t take long to become apparent. Later that very evening when Everard would have usually been found lying on his bed casually stroking his penis while he fantasised about being caught naked or somehow humiliated, he was in fact perched on his bed terrified that Lance would burst into his room, accuse him of masturbating and then have his mother carry out her threat to use the chastity cage.

Everard’s penis appeared to be relishing every aspect of his situation, maintaining its soldierly salute throughout. Everard wondered about what exactly had been discussed on the mums’ forum. He was both ashamed and excited to think that he’d been talked about. He was fourteen, an age when it’s not unusual for a boy to blush merely as a result of hearing his name mentioned when his mum was gossiping to a neighbour. What Everard felt like now that he knew embarrassing details about the masturbation activities of boys were being openly exchanged among mums, defies description. He wanted to know what his mum had said about him and yet at the same time he was horrified at the thought of what he might find out. Everard was suddenly struck with the idea that mum might even let Lance read the posts!

As if on cue, Lance did charge into Everard’s bedroom.

“Mum says I’m to move into your room!” he announced excitedly, clearly thrilled at the prospect.

Everard was thunderstruck. He knew this meant he would have no privacy, none at all. Not even the slightest hope of a furtive wank with his little brother running in and out of their newly to be shared bedroom.