Let's Talk About...

 Adrian looked up nervously from his homework. His mother had just come into his room and playfully tousled his short fair hair before putting her arm around his shoulder.

“It’s time you and I had a little talk, darling…” she said smiling with an air of forced jollity.

Adrian felt a tight knot in the pit of his stomach. His mum was only ever like this when he was in for one of her embarrassing ‘chats’. He had a feeling this was going to be one of the worst.

He’d seen his mum looking at a poster in the doctor’s surgery a couple of days ago when they were waiting for the practice nurse to examine his verruca. By the time he’d been called in to see the nurse, Adrian had noticed his mum putting a couple of leaflets in her handbag. The leaflets and the poster were clearly part of the same campaign.

Adrian had a bad feeling about it all. The poster featured a smiling mother with her arm around a boy who looked less than enthusiastic about his rôle in the picture. Indeed, the expression on the boy’s face looked like Adrian felt… anxious and worried. Above what was intended to be a homely picture of mother and young teenage son were the ominous words in large bold letters “Let’s Talk About… Puberty for Boys!” In the mother’s free hand could be seen the leaflets that Adrian’s own mother had picked up. It wasn’t possible from the picture to see precisely what the other leaflet was about, but Adrian could tell from the typeface and what little of the layout he could see, that it was going to be something equally as embarrassing. 

Adrian’s mum sat down on his single divan bed. She patted the bedspread beside her: “Come and sit next to me, darling and we can have a nice little talk…”

The last thing it would be was a ‘nice’ little talk, Adrian thought as he twisted round in his chair to look at his mother: “Do we have to, mum? I’ve got loads to do…”

“But you don’t know what it is we have to talk about yet… Now whatever it is you want to do can wait. Come and sit next to me.”

Adrian decided to bite the bullet: “Is it that poster you saw?”

“What poster is that, darling?”

“You know…”

“No, I don’t know… you tell me.”

Adrian felt himself blushing. He hated it when he blushed. Getting red in the face made him feel so childish. He was thirteen for heaven’s sake, a teenager, yet every time something like this happened his face would light up making sure that anyone who saw it knew that he was nervous and embarrassed.

“What is it, darling?” his mother asked, “Come and sit down and tell me what’s up.”

“Nothing’s up, mum…”

“But you’re blushing… something must be making you blush.”

“It’s nothing…”

“Well then tell me about this poster you say I was looking at…”

Adrian felt his face getting hotter than ever, but managed to blurt out: “In the doctor’s… a poster… a poster about… about… puberty…”

“Oh, that poster… why didn’t you say so in the first place… now come and sit down,” mum said as she patted the bed again, “It’s time we had a little talk…”

“But, mum… I know all about… y’know puberty and stuff… I don’t need to talk about it…”

Adrian was getting more and more anxious. He’d be even more anxious if he knew that the other leaflet mum had picked up was called “Let’s Talk About… Masturbation! - A practical guide for mums of teen and pre-teen boys”

“I’m sure you do, Adrian, but mummy’s got to be certain, so come and sit down with me and we’ll just have a little friendly chat… and you can explain everything you know to your mum.”

Adrian realised there wasn’t going to be any escape. He knew mum wouldn’t leave his room until she was ready. Adrian was already feeling more embarrassed than he could ever remember being in his whole life, but he sat down next to his mum in the hope of getting the ‘puberty talk’ over with. He’d laughed along with his mates when they’d made fun of their own experiences with ‘the talk’. Adrian didn’t feel quite so lighthearted about it now as his mum leant over to tousle his hair once more.

She smiled: “You’re going to be a big boy soon, Adrian…”

Adrian didn’t say anything. He was already a big boy having popped a boner, he was so nervous. He was feeling very uncomfortable and his stiff rod didn’t help matters. Mum thought her son was being a fidget, whereas Adrian was desperately trying to reposition his unwanted stiffy without mum guessing what he was up to.

Mum placed her hand on Adrian’s brow: “Nothing wrong is there, darling? Your forehead’s a bit hot and you are glowing… it’s not because of our little talk, is it? You shouldn’t be upset, darling… there’s nothing to worry about… mummy just wants to make sure her little boy understands what’s happening as he grows up…”

This was making Adrian feel worse than ever and the more he tried to tell his mum that he knew all he needed to know, the more intense his embarrassment became.

“Please, mum… just give me the leaflet if you want… I’ll read it, but I don’t want to talk about it…”

This was a red rag to mum: “Is there something… something you’re afraid to tell mummy? Something you don’t want her to know? Darling, you shouldn’t hide anything from mummy… come on, now what is it? I won’t be upset… is it about your little willy? Is that what it’s about, darling?”

Adrian didn’t think he could possibly get more embarrassed than he already was, but he felt his face getting hotter and hotter and hotter. His ears were tingling and his throat was suddenly dry as a desert. He stared across his bedroom and focussed his gaze on an Airfix model he’d been working on, unable to look at his mother who was smiling sweetly, waiting for Adrian’s reply.

When no answer was forthcoming mum patted Adrian on the knee: “You know lots of boys think their willies aren’t very big at your age, darling, but you shouldn’t worry… I’m sure you see lots of willies at school…”

“It’s not that…” Adrian almost snapped at his mum. She’d not seen him nude for over a year. How would she know what his penis looked like? And he was offended that she would think it was still the same little tiddler it was when she last set her eyes on it. A lot had happened in the last twelve months… far more than he was prepared to confide in with anyone other than his best mates.

Mum sensed Adrian’s disquiet when she mentioned his penis, but what she said next didn’t help.

“I’m sure your penis is much bigger now, darling… I bet yours is even bigger than lots of boys you see at school…”

What is a boy supposed to say when his mum says something like that? Deny it and it implies he’s only got a little boy willy; agree and this boast is very likely to come back somehow to haunt him.

Adrian chose to stay silent, but this didn’t help.

“Oh, darling… is it still as small as it was when I last saw it a year ago?” she put her arm around Adrian’s shoulders and pulled him close, “My poor boy… don’t be upset, lots of boys are late bloomers like you… there, there, try not to worry…”

“Please, mum… it’s not that… please, do we have to talk about this?”

But mum carried on. She wasn’t going to neglect her maternal duty. Boys had to understand that their mums could be relied upon. Boys could confide in their mums; ask any questions and be sure of sympathetic advice.

“Is it something else, darling? Perhaps something you’re not sure about?”

Adrian groaned inwardly, she was going to talk about wanking, he thought.

“... because when little boys become big boys…”

“PLEEEASE, mum…”

“Darling, there’s nothing to be frightened of…”

“I’m NOT frightened, mum… I just don’t see the point… I didn’t ask you to…”

Mum was warned by the helpful leaflet that boys can be ever so shy and unhelpful when they are encouraged to talk about how their bodies change during puberty.

Mum patted her son’s knee: “I know it’s difficult for you, darling, but mummy wants to make sure you understand what’s happening to your body when you start puberty… It can be very frightening for a boy if he doesn’t know about certain things… and that’s why our little talk is so important…”

Adrian felt his face getting hotter and hotter as his embarrassment grew more intense.

Mum smiled sweetly again: “... and there’s something else, darling,” She ran her fingers through Adrian’s hair as she spoke, “I wonder if you know about it already… hmm? You might have heard other boys talking...”

Adrian’s embarrassment shot off the scale and left the planet. How could this possibly get worse? For a nanosecond he was tempted to tell his mum that he knew she meant masturbation, but thought it better to keep quiet. For of course Adrian knew about masturbation, he was thirteen for heaven’s sake. What boy of thirteen didn’t know about masturbation… and from practical experience at that?

“... boys talking about playing with themselves,” mum continued, quite unabashed and blissfully unaware of her son’s embarrassment, “When boys have erections… that’s when your penis gets stiff, darling, they… well they use their fingers and hands to rub… to stimulate their penis… and if they’re old enough… developed enough, I should say… they can ejaculate… so that a special fluid comes out of their penis…”

Adrian’s throat was drier than ever, but he managed to croak out a response, enough to acknowledge that he was listening, but no more. But that wasn’t enough.

“If you want to ask me, or tell me anything, darling… mummy will understand.”

There was an awful silence in the bedroom. The more Adrian tried to think of something to say… something that wouldn’t incriminate him, the more difficult it became to say anything at all.

The silence continued. It could have only lasted a minute, but it felt like an eternity for Adrian. Yet he couldn’t think of a way out, a way to put an end to his misery. He couldn’t understand why his mum had suddenly taken it into her head that he needed this ‘talk’ in the first place.

Mum stroked Adrian’s hair. He found this intensely irritating, knowing it was the precursor to every boy’s worst nightmare.

“Have you done it, darling?”

There was another agonising pause.

“I spoke to one of the nurses while you were having your verruca seen to. She told me that lots of boys play with themselves at your age… it’s a phase boys go through, darling… the nurse gave me a leaflet that explains all about how boys grow out of it as they get older...”

Adrian still couldn’t bring himself to say anything and stared fixedly at the wall opposite. Mum stroked his hair some more and Adrian understood that he wasn’t going to be able to appease his mum with anything but the truth. He nodded and immediately felt as if his special secret had been wrenched away and taken from him. Now mum knew he masturbated and knowing what mums were like, it wouldn’t be long before this fact would become available to a wider conclave.

Adrian was forced to speak, if only to plead: “You… you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“The leaflet said you would be secretive, but darling you really shouldn’t be… I’m sure that when you’re a bit older you’ll wonder why you made such a fuss… there’s no need to fret about such a silly thing…”

There was another long pause, which to Adrian felt like an age, before mum spoke again. Adrian had a feeling mum wouldn’t be satisfied with just knowing he masturbated, he knew she’d want more.

And so it was.

“When did you start playing with your willy, darling? Have you been doing it for a while?”

It was bad enough to know that mum now knew he masturbated and Adrian wasn’t keen that she should know any more details.

“Come on, darling… tell mummy… it’s important that I know what you’ve been doing. You haven’t even told me if you’re making semen… that special fluid, yet,” Adrian didn’t answer, he was too busy praying for the floor to open up and allow him to escape his overwhelming embarrassment. “Well, have you? I haven’t seen any stains on your sheets, so I know you’ve not had any wet dreams, but according to the leaflet that doesn’t mean you’re not producing semen, because when you masturbate…”

This was all getting far too much and Adrian interrupted his mother as forcefully as he dared: “Pleease, mum… it’s not fair making me… asking me… all these questions…”

“I’m only trying to help, darling… mummy only wants to do what’s best for her little boy…”

Mum paused and stroked Adrian’s forehead, pushing his fringe back. Mum’s other hand patted Adrian’s thigh. Adrian knew the talk wasn’t over.

“Come on, darling… tell mummy… I don’t want us to have any secrets… The leaflet says that boys sometimes masturbate once, or even twice every day. That seems an awful lot…” Adrian cringed, he knew what his mum’s next question would be. After a short pause she asked: “How often do you masturbate, darling?”

Adrian didn’t think once or twice a day was excessive, far from it. His ‘personal best’ was seven times in a day during one unforgettable sleepover when he and three friends wanked themselves dry in an effort to see which of them could cum the most. Adrian was judged second after the boys carefully measured each other’s cum, having ejaculated into glass tumblers during their group wank-a-thon.

Unsurprisingly Adrian was more than a little economical with the truth and told his mum he only masturbated once or twice a week. He was blushing so much by this point that any extra redness of his face caused by this fib could not be detected.

Mum thought that while her son’s self restraint was admirable, exemplary even, she thought it best to follow the advice given in the leaflet and encourage Adrian to completely abstain from masturbation.

“These experts,” she said looking at the leaflet, “say that when boys masturbate it ‘negatively affects their athletic abilities when they do physical exercises like swimming and sports’” mum continued and read out some more, “‘experts recommend boys stop masturbating altogether to enhance their performance’… that seems pretty clear to me, darling… they’re the experts, so they should know what they’re talking about.”

Mum tousled Adrian’s hair again: “It’s a simple enough thing to do, isn’t it? You said you only masturbated a couple of times a week, so why not stop doing it completely? That should be easy enough and I know how much you enjoy PE lessons, darling and your swimming classes at school… these experts say you will be fitter and much better at sport if you didn’t masturbate all the time…”

“But I don’t do it all the time, mum…” To Adrian the thought of giving up his favourite hobby was appalling. He didn’t think wanking had any affect on his ability to play sport… if it did he’d be just as bad as those losers who never get picked for a team until last, ‘cos nobody wants them on their side. Maybe they wank too much, Adrian thought. I’ll remember to tell them to keep their hands out  of their shorts in future if they want to be picked.

“Well, if you don’t masturbate very often, you won’t miss it… will you?”

It was beginning to dawn on Adrian that he was headed down a blind ally. Mum had all the arguments against masturbating worked out and it could result in only one outcome whatever he said. Adrian’s adolescent mind worked feverishly in a desperate attempt think of a way to avoid the inevitable. Like any normal, healthy teen boy he needed to masturbate. It was the way boys got to relax and enjoy themselves. Was there any better way for a boy to have fun than to take part in a masturbation contest with his buddies? If there was Adrian hadn’t heard of it. There was no way he was ever going to stop wanking and certainly not because of some half-baked ideas that his mum got from some so-called ‘experts’ who’d written a leaflet she’d picked up while he was having his verruca treated. Adrian, discreetly as he was able to, crossed his fingers.

“No, mum, I suppose I wouldn’t…”

“So you’ll stop doing it then… stop masturbating?”

Adrian nodded, his fingers crossed so hard they hurt, “Yes, mum…” he managed to croak before he was engulfed in a big hug.

“Oh, darling I’m so proud of you… the leaflet said it would be really difficult to persuade you to stop masturbating… but you’ve shown how grown up you really are…”

Adrian, perhaps unwisely, thought to add a few words: “It’s ok, mum… I don’t do it much anyway… only little boys do it…”

“That’s right, darling and just think of how much healthier you’ll be… with mummy’s help you won’t ever be tempted ever again…”

Adrian's mind raced. He didn’t like the sound of that. What sort of ‘help’ did she mean?

Mum hugged her son. She was so proud of him, but the nurse she spoke to at the clinic while Adrian was having his verruca treated had warned her that what boys promised and whether boys kept to those promises were quite often two different things entirely.

“W-what do you mean, mum?” Adrian asked nervously. He had a bad feeling. Something wasn’t right.

“Oh, it’s just something the nurse mentioned… nothing to worry about,” mum pulled back and ruffled Adrian’s hair again, “I’m so proud of you, darling,” she repeated, “So very proud… you really promise me you won’t masturbate?”

Adrian’s fingers were still crossed as he answered his mum: “Of course not, mum… I only did it when I was bored… it’s no big deal, honest.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy…” Mum paused which made Adrian anxious. He sensed there was something else… something he hadn’t foreseen.

“The nurse told me about these… they help boys to keep their promises,” She produced a small, thimble-like device from her pocket and held it up. Adrian had no idea what it was. “I know you’ll be a good boy, Adrian… I know you’ll keep your promise, but this will help if you’re ever tempted to play with yourself and masturbate…”

Adrian was still puzzled as to the exact nature of the thing mum was holding between her fingers and thumb. He could see there was also a teeny, miniature padlock, but Adrian still couldn’t figure out the connection between the little device and not him wanking.

Mum started to explain: “It’s called ‘The Nub Trainer’ and it fits over your penis…”

“What!!!” Adrian exploded, “That thing?! But, mum… it’s tiny!! You can’t be serious!”

“The nurse did say that…”

“I can’t, mum… I can’t…” Adrian was on the verge of tears now he realised what the nub trainer was designed for… what it was capable of doing. Adrian was horrified.

“It’s only to help you to keep your promise, darling. You told me that big boys don’t masturbate… you’re a big boy now, aren’t you, darling?” Adrian nodded in agreement. “You’re not a little boy who plays with himself, are you?” Mum asked and Adrian shook his head. “Then where’s the problem about wearing the trainer on your penis?”

“I… I, it’s just that… I don’t need it, mum… I’ll be a good boy… honest I will… you’ll see… I don’t need you to put that thing on my…”

Mum smiled. This was just the reaction the nurse had predicted. Boys were funny about chastity trainers, the nurse had said. It was silly really when you thought about it, why boys got so upset about wearing a little gizmo to help them stop wasting their time was anybody’s guess.

“I believe you, darling, but what if you’re tempted? You don’t want to disappoint mummy do you? But wearing the trainer will mean you’ll never be even tempted to masturbate… won’t it?”

Adrian had to agree, but even he could figure out that temptation and desire were going to be tough to distinguish apart when he discovered how frustrated he’d feel when denied an orgasm. If only he hadn’t gone and said masturbation was no big deal. It was his own fault. What was he going to say to his mates?! Jeez, when they saw his nob in that thing…

“It’s so simple, darling and the nurse said you’ll soon get used to wearing it… but of course I’ll be taking it off at bathtime so I can wash you properly…”

“But, mum… I’m thirteen! You haven’t given me a bath in ages… why can’t I take it off at bathtime myself?”

“Oh, darling… the nub is locked on to keep you safe… it needs a key to unlock the little padlock and only mummy has the special key…”

This was getting worse by the second, Adrian thought. Not only was he going to be locked in the nub trainer, but he was no longer to be allowed the privacy of his own bathtime. How was he going to explain all of this to his friends? How was he going to join in their wanking games if his nob was stuck in the trainer? Adrian wondered if his mates could figure out a way to take the thing off his penis. It seemed unlikely.

“Shall we put it on, darling?” Mum said cheerily, “Stand up and I’ll help you off with your shorts…”

“Mum… do I have to? Please, I won’t masturbate, honest I won’t… you don’t need to put that thing on me, mum… please don’t…”

“Now don’t be silly, darling… it won’t hurt and you’ll feel much more confident about keeping your promise once the nub is on… come on, up you get…”

Adrian got up slowly. Crossing his fingers had been a complete waste of time. He stood in front of his mum and, head down, watched as she tugged his play shorts right down to his ankles. Adrian always changed into his favourite pair of play shorts when he came home from school. He was glad to get out of his school uniform and into something less formal. Even though his mum had bought this particular pair of play shorts when Adrian was eleven and they were now rather thin and frayed, they were still comfortable, just what a boy needed change into after a day at school. Adrian never wore underpants with his play shorts, preferring the feeling of freedom… just in case he fancied a quick wank before tea.

“Oh, Adrian, how cute… you’re still my nice smooth boy,” Mum said when she saw her son’s pubis was still quite bald, “Now let’s see about putting this nub thing on, shall we? Being so smooth and hairless should make it a lot easier…”

Adrian couldn’t stop himself from continuing to plead… well, what boy about to have his penis locked into a chastity device wouldn’t? “Please, mum… please don’t put that thing on me… I won’t do it ever again, only don’t… please, mum…”

Mum looked up. She was just trying to figure out the instructions for fitting the nub trainer: “Oh, darling, don’t you see, if you’re not going to masturbate like you say, it’s not going make the slightest difference whether or not I put the trainer on your penis, is it? But I want you to feel safe from temptation. I really don’t see why you’re making such a fuss… and now you’ve promised me you’re not going to masturbate you shouldn’t be in the least concerned about wearing the trainer, should you?”

Adrian couldn’t think what to say in reply and his mum took this to signal his acceptance of the situation. Meanwhile she pressed on with trying to figure out how the nub trainer was to be fitted. It all looked so simple when she saw one being fitted to a boy in the shop where she’d bought the device. The boy was perhaps slightly younger than Adrian but his penis was, if anything, slightly larger than her son’s, so, as she looked at Adrian’s penis in front of her, she thought she shouldn’t have any difficulty with getting the nub trainer fitted properly, although mum had to admit the trainer was rather small. But never one to be defeated by a challenge, mum took hold of Adrian’s scrotum and gently eased her son’s testicles through the circular part of the trainer. Next she pulled Adrian’s penis through and then squeezed it into the little cage which was then attached to the ring and secured by the tiny padlock. Adrian’s penis was now constrained by the nub trainer.

Mum looked up at Adrian: “There, that was much simpler than I thought… how does it feel, darling? Is it nice and comfy?”

Adrian was shocked at how easy it had been for his mum to put him into chastity, although ‘chastity’ was probably not a word he recognised, but he certainly understood that he was never going to be able to have a wank whenever he felt like it… not with that thing on his nob.

“It feels odd, mum… are you sure it’s ok for me to wear it? I mean… y’know… is it safe?”

“They were very helpful in the shop and they assured me that the nub was perfectly safe for boys of all ages… in fact there was a boy being fitted while I was in the shop and he was younger than you, so I don’t think you need to worry about it…”

And so Adrian found his penis locked into the nub trainer. With all hopes gone of ever again being able to masturbate he was cruelly reminded of his fate when a nascent erection was painfully pinched by the tiny trainer cage.

Adrian’s heart sank even further when he remembered he would be meeting up with his best friends Matt and Peter for a sleepover at Mrs Vosper’s house in a week’s time. Mrs Vosper was Matt’s mum and she had a thing about boys wearing shortie pyjama-tops for bed when they came to stay. Matt was of course used to wearing these, but his friends never got used to them. Adrian and Peter were shocked when they first found out what they were to wear for bedtime. It wasn’t so bad wearing them upstairs in Matt’s bedroom, that was fun! But it was dead embarrassing as Mrs Vosper always insisted that when the boys were all washed and dressed for bed in their shortie pyjama-tops, they came back downstairs for a glass of milk and a snack before bedtime. Wearing nothing but their little pyjama-tops it was embarrassing enough for Adrian and Peter to be seen by Mrs Vosper, but simply awful if there was anyone else who happened to be visiting.

And on top of this for Adrian there would be the added humiliation of explaining his nub trainer to his friends. However the response from the boys when they met up a couple of days before the sleepover party, wasn’t what Adrian had expected… well, the fact of the matter was that Adrian didn’t know what the response of his best buddies would be, but when he refused to get his nob out for a wanking game in Peter’s bedroom, Adrian was set upon and had his play shorts tugged down from behind by Peter who saw a look of bewildered shock on Matt’s face. Matt, standing in front of Adrian, was staring, gobsmacked, at the nub trainer.

Matt pointed to between Adrian’s thighs: “What’s happened to your nob?! What is that thing?”

Peter quickly twisted round to look. He whistled and then exclaimed: “WOW! What’s that?!”

Adrian was forced to explain about the nub trainer: “Mum’s got the key to the padlock… I can’t take it off…” Then he told Peter and Matt how his mum had wheedled out of him how he masturbated, “... but I told her I only did it once or twice a week…” The boys fell about laughing before Adrian told them how his mum had led him into a trap by getting him to admit that in that case he wouldn’t miss masturbating if he only did occasionally.

“But you still want to wank?” Peter asked incredulously.

“Course I do,” Adrian replied somewhat indignantly, “Do you think I’m stupid… I really want to wank with you… you can’t imagine how much I want a wank… it’s been four days since mum locked up my nob… four days without a wank...”

“Wow!” Peter repeated, “That’s just so cool… I mean you must be like horny the whole time!”

Peter was stating the obvious of course. Both he and Matt could see the frustration etched on Adrian’s face.

“Of course I am!” Adrian spat out his reply with considerable feeling.

Matt spoke up: “Isn’t there something we can do? I mean there must be a way of getting that thing off Adrian’s nob… I mean he’s never going to be able to wank with that on…”

Peter frowned: “Never… unless…” he grinned as an idea occurred to him.

“Unless… what?” Adrian asked, “Not one of your stupid ideas, I hope, ‘cos if it is you can forget it…”

“I was just thinking,” Peter explained, “If we could get hold of the key for the padlock and make a copy…”

“How are you going to do that?” Matt asked.

“Yeah… difficult,” Peter conceded, “... or we could find a friendly locksmith…”