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“I’ve spoken to Peter’s mother and Matthew’s mother… Peter and Matthew are your best friends aren’t they? They’re the boys you’ve been playing with, aren’t they?” Adrian nodded, not really understanding what this was about, or where it was going, but his mum continued: “But they say the boys don’t know anything about your doing a dare…”

“But it was a dare, mum… honest…” Adrian was puzzled. He didn’t understand why Peter and Matt would say they didn’t know anything about a dare.

Adrian’s mum smiled, ignoring his protest, “... but we know what it’s about, don’t we darling… it’s like those postmen who wear shorts all winter long, from autumn into spring…”

Adrian was even more puzzled now. What had postmen got to do with anything? Finally Adrian’s brain kicked in and he figured out why Peter and Matt had denied knowing anything about his ‘dare’. Adrian had told his mum it was a dare to explain the forfeit his friends had extracted from him, a forfeit that had him wearing a microscopically small pair of bikini-style speedo swimming trunks that he’d last worn when he was two years younger… and physically two years smaller. Adrian could barely get into the trunks and he was glad that particular forfeit was now over and done with.

“What d’you mean, mum?” Adrian asked, “What postmen?”

His mum smiled: “Do you think I can’t guess… do you think I don’t know what you boys are up to?”

Adrian knees nearly gave way, but he managed to gasp: “I-I don’t know, mum… er, what d’you mean?”

Mum reached out to ruffle his hair, but suddenly jerked her hand away: “What on earth have you done to your hair? Have you been rubbing in gel… I’ve told you not to gel your hair… it makes you look so…” mum paused before she said anything she’d regret, “...it just doesn’t look nice,” she concluded.

“Me and Peter were mucking about…”

“Hmmm, that’s as maybe… now what was I saying… oh, yes, those old swimming trunks… yes, I know what you boys are up to… it’s a challenge, isn’t it, like those postmen?” Mum paused waiting for Adrian to say something.

Saying it was a challenge seemed as good a way to Adrian to explain why he’d worn his old speedos: “Yes, mum… a challenge,” Adrian thought it safer to go along with his mum’s interpretation of events, “Matt and Peter challenged me to wear them…”

“So it wasn’t a dare after all, but a challenge?”

“A challenge… yes, mum…” Adrian didn’t understand what his mum was driving at. What was the difference? It didn’t matter what you called it, a challenge or a dare, it amounted to the same thing surely?”

Mum folded her arms looking straight at Adrian as he stood in front of her wearing nothing but his old, extremely small, speedo swimming trunks that hardly covered anything: “So, Adrian… how long is this challenge to last? I mean you’ll be wearing them… for how long?”

Adrian suddenly began to feel anxious: “I, er… we didn’t… just this once, I guess…”

“Well that’s not much of a challenge… what will that prove? I’m sure you must have agreed you could wear them for much longer than just the once…”

Adrian stuttered: “I, er don’t think so…” Then his jaw dropped as what his mum had just said sunk in, “Umm… what do you mean, mum?” he asked tentatively.

“I think today was just a trial… to prove to your friends you could do a real challenge. And you showed Peter and Matthew you were up to it!” mum said proudly, “I was really surprised when I saw how you weren’t at all bothered about wearing those old swimming trunks of yours… which, by the way I was astonished you’d still kept…”

Adrian tried his best to interrupt: “... but, but… mum…”

“If you’ll just hear me out, darling,” she said firmly, “I can’t tell you how much it lifted my spirits to see you practising for this challenge, happily swanning about in tiny trunks to visit your friends… and in not very nice weather, I should add… and you know, Adrian it’s all down to that little trainer device… you would never have taken up a challenge like this before… it’s done wonders for your self-confidence… I’m so pleased you wanted to wear it…”

Adrian’s heart at this point was pounding. Peter’s words came back to him, ‘...you’re going to have to get used to wearing speedos… ‘cos you’re going to be wearing them a lot more…’ and he wondered whether Peter was behind all this.

“Now what was it you were going to say, darling?”

“Nothing, mum… nothing at all…”

“Well, I want you to tell me what you and your friends decide the challenge is going to be… because mummy wants to help you to complete the challenge. Do you promise to tell be what’s decided between you boys?”

Adrian replied with a sinking heart: “Yes, mum… I promise.”

“Good, now take those trunks off… I’ll give them a rinse while you get upstairs to the bathroom and wash whatever it is out of your hair… I’ll be up shortly…”

There was no point in Adrian being shy in front of his mother and he wriggled out of the tight-fitting speedos. As he handed them over his mum smiled and looked down at the nub trainer: “Will I need to bring up an ice-pack?”

Adrian nodded. He was still too embarrassed to speak about what happened when his penis was freed from the constraints of the nub trainer.

“Just in case then?” mum said with a friendly smile.

Upstairs Adrian made his way to the bathroom and bent over the bath to wash Matt’s by now congealed spunk out of his hair. Then it came to Adrian to wonder why his mum should want to wash his old swim trunks straightaway. Oh, god! he thought… she thinks I’m going to want to wear them some more! Now he had to think of a way to persuade Peter and Matt that this challenge business didn’t involve wearing those blasted bikini-style speedos. Adrian ran his bath.

“I’ve put your trunks over the clothes-horse to dry… it should take long… have you finished washing your hair? Good… now where’s that key?”

Adrian was not amused by the light-hearted manner in which his mum referred to the key to his nub trainer. Maybe mums thought there was something humorous about anti-masturbation devices, but their sons certainly didn’t think so. Boys knew how serious the subject was… deadly serious.

“Hands behind your head, Adrian… I’m going to unlock your trainer…”

Mum carefully took hold of the device and inserted the key into the lock. She gently eased the tiny cage off Adrian’s penis which immediately expanded to its uncaged length. Mum put the nub trainer into the sink and gave it a good wash. Leaving it to dry, she turned and saw Adrian sucking in his lips as he tried ever so hard to behave himself. His penis was now pointing out horizontally in an obvious state of excitement. This happened every time mum unlocked Adrian’s nub trainer at bathtime now, so she wasn’t at all bothered by it, in fact it made her job of washing her son’s penis that much easier. If mum had thought about it in any detail she would have realised Adrian’s erection was proof, if it was needed, that her son was staying true to his word and had not been indulging in any kind of masturbatory practices… although how that could be achieved with the nub trainer locked in place was a moot point.

Mum liked to get Adrian’s penis washed first. With his hands always held out of the way and nowhere near his boy-bits, she set about washing the rest of his body. For Adrian, with his penis free of the trainer device, it was agony. The temptation to touch himself was unbearable. At first just the idea of masturbating in front of his mum was enough to keep his impulse in check, but of late he was giving serious consideration to asking his mum to somehow restrain him during his bathtime... even if Adrian himself thought this idea to be crazy. Could he seriously expect himself to ask such a thing of his own mother? But he could just about keep the temptation caused by his intense frustration at bay by the thought of the key Peter was keeping safe.

Wisely mum never left Adrian alone while the trainer was unlocked and removed. She realised it wouldn’t have been fair, not with her son’s soldier standing smartly at attention.

Bathtime over, it was time to put the nub trainer back on and mum reached for the freezer bag. Adrian shivered and this was usually enough to cause a softening of his penis even before the cold bag touched him.

A few minutes later and after a bit of a struggle, Adrian’s penis was locked up safe and sound and he was left to ponder on what his mum had said earlier. What was he going to say to Peter and Matt? Could he somehow ‘lose’ his old speedos? What was he going to say to his mum? How was he going to tell her there wasn’t a challenge? All these questions and more caused Adrian to have a restless night. The only bright spot on his horizon was the thought that he’d completed his forfeit, so that tomorrow Peter would be unlocking the nub trainer meaning he could at least look forward to a good wank.

Bleary-eyed, the next morning Adrian stumbled into the kitchen for his breakfast.

“I’ve washed and dried your swim-trunks, darling…”

Adrian was wearing one of his shortie pyjama-tops. They were dead embarrassing to wear, but wear them he had to, as they were part of his mum’s effort to keep him a healthy well behaved boy. How wearing a tight shortie top featuring cute bunnies was supposed to help, Adrian had no idea, but since the arrival of the nub trainer a shortie pyjama-top was what he wore for bedtime. Nothing else was worn as mum said nothing else was needed.

A small towel had been placed on Adrian’s stool and as he sat down he asked, apropos his swimming trunks: “What for, mum?”

“You got to wear something…”

“But I’ve got my shorts… my play shorts, mum… I’m not going swimming today…”

“I didn’t say anything about swimming, but you’ll be wanting to wear your trunks when you meet up with Peter and Matt… you are meeting them today, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mum… but I’ll wear my play shorts… we’re going the rec… there’s a new jungle gym…”

“Swimming trunks will be fine then… now eat your breakfast and let’s hear no more arguments…”

“But I’m not arguing…” Adrian whined as he squirmed on the towel.

“... eat…”

“Yes, mum… but why my swimming trunks?”

“... just eat your breakfast, Adrian,” and with that mum left Adrian to his breakfast.

“She’s only gone and locked all my clothes away!” Adrian told Peter and Matt when they met up later at Matt’s house. Peter had called Adrian after breakfast to tell him where they were to meet. Adrian was none too pleased to be made to walk all the way over to Matt’s place again wearing nothing but his tiny little-boy speedo trunks and sneakers, but after the performance at bathtime in getting his nob back into the trainer, Adrian was prepared to do almost anything if it meant the chance of a wank.

Peter and Matt laughed as Adrian explained that his mum was convinced the ludicrously small bikini-style swimming trunks that he’d worn the day before were the result of some stupid challenge he was supposed to be undertaking.

“I tried to tell her it was a dare, but when she spoke to your mums, they said you didn’t know anything about a dare…”

“That was true… it wasn’t a dare,” Peter said, “Matt just told you to dig out those old trunks you used to wear a couple of years ago for a laugh… we didn’t say anything about a dare…”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, “It’s your own fault for saying it was dare when it wasn’t…”

“But I couldn’t tell her that I had to wear them as a forfeit I had to do before Peter would unlock the nub trainer…” Adrian pleaded, “I couldn’t tell her that could I… that would have got us all into trouble…”

“... and Scoot wouldn’t have been best pleased either,” Peter noted.

“That’s a given,” Matt added, “So, Adrian, what’s all this challenge stuff about then?” he asked.

Adrian sighed: “She thinks it’s like what the postmen do…”

“... what’ve postmen got to do with anything?” Peter asked.

“Y’know… when they wear shorts all the time,” Adrian explained.

Peter and Matt looked at Adrian blankly. They sort of got the idea, but didn’t want to jump the gun. They wanted to hear it from Adrian.

Adrian was anxious as he didn’t want to land himself in any more embarrassing situations… yesterday’s traipsing to Matt’s house and then to Peter’s with his hair matted, most appropriately, with Matt’s cum, was quite enough humiliation as far as he was concerned.

Nothing was said until finally Adrian blurted: “Postmen's challenge… y’know… you must have seen them…”

“Oh, that…” Matt said as both he and Peter looked questioningly at Adrian, “but what’s the connection? You’re talking about postmen's shorts… what’s that got to do with your old speedo trunks?”

Desperate for his nub trainer to be unlocked so he could have a wank, Adrian, against his better judgement, had no choice but to tell Matt and Peter what his mum had said yesterday evening.

“She… er, she wants us to decide what the challenge… my challenge, is going to be…”

Peter and Matt looked stunned and as this news sank in they could both see endless opportunities for fun.

“... and I have to tell her what is decided, so she can help me complete the challenge…”

“That’s going to take some thought… isn’t it Matt?” Peter said turning to his buddy.

“No it’s not,” Adrian snapped, “I’ll just tell her we decided that I should wear these stupid trunks for a few days… and that’s it!”

“Woah! That’s not much of a challenge,” Matt interrupted, “A challenge has to be, well challenging… doesn’t it Peter?”

Peter agreed: “Yeah, it goes something like ‘forfeit’, ‘dare’, ‘challenge’... what you did yesterday was just a forfeit… nothing special. You claimed it was a dare, but you mum saw through that, she knew there was more to it, but you couldn’t tell her the reason… very wisely, I might add and not only for your sake. So the problem you’ve made for yourself is that you’re going to have to perform a convincing challenge for your mum…”

Matt was impressed: “Cor! Are you going to be a lawyer when you grow up, Peter?”

“Nah… it’s just common sense really… c’mon, let’s put our thinking caps on and come up with some ideas for Adrian’s challenge…”

“She’s already got him wearing those tiny speedos,” Matt said.

“... and locked away the rest of my clothes,” Adrian reminded them, “I’d have thought that would be enough…”

“Oh, don’t be a wimp,” Peter chided his friend, “It’s got to be far more convincing than just swanning about in a pair of swimming trunks for a week or two…”

“A WEEK OR TWO!!” Adrian was poleaxed, “You can’t mean that, Peter… please… I don’t want to wear them for that long…”

“Ok,” Peter said casually, “Perhaps we can think of something else then…”

Adrian was relieved and the boys became silent in their thoughts.

A few minutes passed by before anyone spoke. It was Adrian.

“Peter… Peter, have you got the key?”

“What key’s that?”

“You know… the key, the key to my trainer…”

“Yeah, course I’ve got it…”

“Well unlock it then… it’s my turn for a wank,” Adrian didn’t think it was funny, “C’mon, Peter… please, I really need a wank.” Then foolishly he told his friends how his penis had sprung to attention when his mum unlocked his nub trainer at bathtime the night before and how she’d had to apply a chill bag from the freezer to his penis in order to get it flaccid enough to squash it back into the trainer. Peter and Matt thought this was hilarious. Adrian did not.

“Please, Peter… you were supposed to unlock it yesterday…”

“I can’t help it if your mum phoned when my nob was still in your mouth… tell Matt what else was in your mouth…”

Adrian’s face went deep red: “Your spunk, Peter…”

“Yeah, my spunk… my mum called up to tell Adrian his mum had phoned and wanted him home straightaway… so he had to swallow all my spunk so’s he could tell my mum he’d heard her…”

Matt thought this was even funnier: “So you didn’t get to use the key then?”

“No…”

“No wonder he got a boner in front of his mum,” Matt observed before sighing, “Well, new day, new forfeit…”

Adrian was wild-eyed: “I did a forfeit… What d’ya mean, new day?”

“Oh, didn’t we tell you… Peter and me decided you can’t carry over completed forfeits from one day to the next… It’s not our fault that Peter didn’t have time to unlock your nob yesterday… so even though you did a forfeit, it doesn’t count, you have to complete another forfeit today before you can be unlocked…”

“... and this isn’t anything to do with whatever we decide about the challenge,” Peter clarified, “It’s just forfeits between friends, ok?”

Adrian hung his head, defeated: “Yeah, ok, whatever…”

“Mum made a big bowl of tadpole pudding yesterday…” Matt said cheerfully.

“NO! NO! Absolutely NOT!” Adrian screamed… he knew what was coming, “I’m not doing it… it’s disgusting!”

“Don’t be like that… you’ve got to do a forfeit and as there’s loads left in the fridge…” Matt continued.

“Cause no one ate it, I suppose… it’s horrid stuff… you’re not going make me eat that… please,” Adrian pleaded.

“... but you wouldn’t want it going to waste,” Peter added, “It’s really good for you… stands to reason...”

“So why doesn’t anybody like it?” Adrian asked, “Doesn’t make sense… and I’m not going to eat it anyway…”

Peter sighed and took the key to Adrian’s nub trainer out of his pocket. He waved it in front of himself: “That’s a shame… a real shame, isn’t it Matt?

Adrian looked from one boy to the other and watched as Matt reached up for what looked like an ordinary storage box on a shelf… only it wasn’t.

“I bought this ‘cos I thought it might come in handy y'know, just in case… it’s called a ‘timed lock-box’," Matt explained and went on to show a shocked Adrian how the box worked. “You see this dial… when you put something in the box… a key for instance… and close the lid, you just turn the dial until the display shows you how long it will be before the lid is unlocked… could be minutes… could be hours… or it could be days…”

“Thing is,” Peter added, just to make sure Adrian fully understood what they were saying, “No one can open the box until the timer reaches zero…”

Matt continued: “Now supposing we need to put your key in the box for whatever reason... Peter and me thought, to make it fair, you could throw dice to set the timer… y’know like throw twice for minutes… 5 and 8 say and we set the lock for 58 minutes… but then you throw again for hours… just once, unless we decide otherwise… and then finally another throw for days…”

“DAYS!!”

“But you’ve had the trainer on for ages already… so what’s a few more days without a wank to you? Besides we could make you roll the dice twice to set the days… think two sixes and the key would be locked away for sixty-six days…” Peter teased.

“Oh, guys… please, you can’t do this…”

“Eat up your delicious tadpole pudding and we won’t have to use the lock-box…” Peter reminded him

“... unless you were to refuse another forfeit…” Matt reminded his friend.

Adrian realised he’d lost the argument once again. He stood up and his friends escorted him downstairs.

“MUM!!” Matt called out as the boys walked into the kitchen.

“WHAT IS IT?!” his mum shouted back, “I’m in the living room.”

Matt, Peter and Adrian trooped through to the living room where Matt's mum was doing some sewing.

She looked up and immediately asked: “Why on earth are you wearing your swimming trunks, Adrian?”

Not giving Adrian a chance to say anything, Matt answered: “It’s a challenge, mum,” as if that told her everything she needed to know, “But Adrian wants to ask you something… don’t you, Adrian?”

“Er, yes, er, Mrs Plant… I, er… that is Matt said there was some… some tadpole pudding left over that you made…” Adrian struggled to get the words out, “I, er…”

Matt prompted: “You like it… like it a lot, don’t you… when we were upstairs and I told you mum had made tadpole pudding… you said it was your favourite, didn’t you?”

Adrian was forced to agree, even though he could feel his stomach grumbling at the very thought of swallowing the loathsome pudding: “Yes please, Mrs Plant… I’d really like to eat some if I may…”

“You can finish the whole bowl as far as I’m concerned… Matt refuses to eat any… I really don’t know why I bother making it… are you sure you’re all right just wearing those swimming trunks… it’s not very warm outside and those trunks of yours don’t cover very much at all…”

“Mum knows I’ve got them on, Mrs Plant,” Adrian assured Matt’s mum.

“Oh, well… Matthew knows where the pudding is… he’ll show you… better put one of Matthew's old T-shirts on in case you splash yourself…”

“Can’t do that, mum,” Matt interrupted, “Adrian’s not allowed… part of the challenge…”

“Well, he could always wear an old bib, I suppose… that won’t break any rules, will it… there are some I keep in the cupboard under the stairs… very handy for dusting… see what you think, they are clean, Adrian…”

Matt nudged Adrian: “Thank you, Mrs Plant… thank you… I really like tadpole pudding, it’s my favourite…”

“Yes,” Mrs Plant replied and, clearly disinterested with anything else the boys had to say, got on with her sewing.

Both Matt and Peter were grinning from ear-to-ear when they got back to the kitchen.

“Get the pudding out of the fridge and I’ll sort out a bib for Adrian,” Matt said as he dived off to rummage in the cupboard under the stairs.

To Adrian’s horror the big bowl was almost full to the brim with the yukky, frogspawn-like, tadpole pudding. No wonder it was universally hated by boys despite them being told how nutritious it was. The pudding was of course very cold having been in the fridge since yesterday evening.

There were tears in Adrian’s eyes before he even sat down. Matt waltzed in with what he considered to be the best of his mum’s bib selection, one that he must have worn as a baby, although it looked large enough to have seen use for at least the first few years of his life… certainly big enough to tie around Adrian’s neck. The towelling bib had been embroidered with the words ‘MUMMY’S BABY BOY’ stitched in pale blue.

Peter placed the bowl in front of Adrian: “Pity we haven’t got a high-chair to go with that bib… did you really have to wear that?” he asked Matt.

“Can’t remember… d’you like it?”

“Yeah, sweet… let’s keep it, might come in handy…”

Adrian was hardy listening. He was transfixed by the contents of the bowl. He looked up and asked: “... and you’ll unlock…” his voice sank to a whisper in case Matt’s mum heard, “... my nob…”

“When you’ve finished it all…”

“... and licked the bowl clean…”

“... in fifteen minutes…”

Adrian looked up sharply to register disbelief. He hardly even noticed the teaspoon that Matt put down next to the bowl of cold tapioca pudding for Adrian to use.

“Otherwise, it’s into the box the key goes…”

Matt reached for his mum’s kitchen timer to set it for the agreed time.