Let's Talk About... Part 8

 

Sylvia Plant looked at the tiny key she was holding in the palm of her hand and looked up at her son: “It looks just like the key in that funny little box in your bedroom, Matthew…”

Matt’s mum looked at her son with a steely eye: “Is it the same as this one?” she asked.

“I don’t see how it can be, Sylvia,” Adrian’s mum interrupted before Matt could reply, “This is the only key I was given, although it’s reminded me that it would be useful to have a spare… I must get around to sending off for one… I’m told these keys are very difficult to obtain otherwise.”

“... if you’re sure,” Sylvia Plant said.

Peter whispered to Matt: “I told you to hide the box…” he hissed.

“What was that, Peter?” Matt’s mum asked.

“Er, nothing, Mrs Plant,” Peter replied guiltily.

“It’s the key to a treasure box,” Matt announced before his mum had time to notice the worried look on his friend’s face, “... but we can’t open it until we’ve figured out how to get the key out of the box… it’s got some sort of trick-lock, but we haven’t been able to work out what to do yet…”

“That’s right…” Peter agreed, relieved that Matt had managed to take the heat off him, “It’s a fiendish problem…” he added in his best Sexton Blake voice.

Matt’s mother was utterly nonplussed: “Where on earth did you get it from?”

Quick thinking was required, however both Matt and Peter fumbled for an explanation, so it was left up to Adrian to save the day. He didn’t want the real use of the key in Matt’s room to be discovered any more than his friends. The use of the key was the only way Adrian could be relieved of the frustration he was feeling at his increasingly intense need to masturbate, something he’d been unable to do since his penis had been locked into a chastity trainer device by his mum.

“Jack’s brother sent it…” Adrian explained with surprising confidence, “It’s one of those puzzle box things… the first one to open it gets the key to a prize or something…” The last two words were clearly meant to be understood, not by the mums, but by his friends.

Matt and Peter were amazed at Adrian’s quick thinking… even more so when they realised how it gave more credibility to Jack joining in the fun… wait ‘til they told him!

“Well I never! So that’s what you boys have been up to,” Sylvia Plant said finally and turned to her friend Connie, “I wondered why the boys were spending so much time together in Matthew’s bedroom…”

“Can I have my swim-trunks now, please?” Adrian asked politely.

Peter and Matt looked at each other furtively. They clearly had a plan.

“Just a sec. Adrian,” Peter said, “There’s something I want you see… won’t take a jiff…”

Before Adrian realised what was happening Peter had managed to hustle his friend, sans swim-trunks, into the hall.

Adrian was more interested in getting his little boy swim-trunks back than what Peter might want. “What is it, Peter? Can’t it wait?” Then he had a thought, “It’s not about the key, is it?” he whispered.

“Sort of…” Peter answered, clearly playing for time.

Meanwhile, back in the living room Matt moved forward towards his mum: “Adrian’s forgotten his trunks… I’ll take them for him shall I, mum?”

“Yes, you’d better, dear…” Sylvia Plant replied and handed Adrian’s swim-trunks to her son, “Look after them for him and Adrian can put them on when he’s ready…”

“Thanks, mum, I will… we thought we’d go over to Jack’s… see you later,” Matt said as he skipped out of the room in possession of Adrian’s tiny trunks, carefully taking note of his mum’s exact words.

Adrian was confused. Peter was telling him that they were going to take the lock-box with them over to Jack’s.

“What for? I thought we were going to keep it at Matt’s house,” Adrian was more puzzled than ever.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs and get it,” Peter urged.

“What about my trunks?” an increasingly alarmed Adrian asked. It was his only allowed item of clothing under the terms of his challenge and he wanted it back. The boys had promised him he wouldn’t have to wear the tiny loincloth that day.

“Don’t worry, Matt will get them…” Peter said as he and a still nude Adrian climbed up the stairs to Matt’s bedroom.

Adrian was by now so confused as to these new developments that he didn’t stop to ask why it would take both of them to retrieve the lock-box. But then he was in for a shock.

“Why’s it still locked? Shouldn’t it be open?” he gasped and sought an explanation from his friend, “Peter?”

“Oh it’s one of the new rules,” Peter said blithely, “If you don’t open the box and take the key out and use it within five minutes when the box unlocks, then it has to be locked up again for another throw of the dice…”

Adrian was gobsmacked at hearing this: “But I wasn’t here when the timer…” then it dawned on him, “... you mean, I’ve got to be near the box when it unlocks itself?”

“Yes,” Peter replied as if this was a perfectly obvious and reasonable explanation, “... but as you weren’t here last night, we threw the dice for you… see? Look, Adrian I don’t know what you’re worrying about, there’s only another fifty minutes to go before it unlocks again…”

Adrian immediately saw the drawback: “But what if we’re down the rec. or somewhere… then that means I’ll have to throw the dice when I’m back at Jack’s, or Matt’s… wherever the box has been left…”

“Unless we take the box with us…” Peter observed.

“Yes… but no… wait a minute! What if we are at the rec. and the timer unlocks? You mean my only chance is to… I can’t wank there! In the middle of the playground?!”

“You can always hide under the Moon Climber and do it there… I wanked off under there for dare once, don’t you remember?”

“Yeah, but that was when everyone had gone home…”

Meantime Matt was waiting downstairs holding Adrian’s little swim-trunks. He grinned as he thought of the next trick he and Peter were about to play on the unsuspecting Adrian, after all his mum had definitely said to look after the trunks for him.

Matt was still standing in the hall as Peter, followed by Adrian carrying the lock-box, descended the stairs. Matt had been careful to close the living-room door on the two mums, leaving them to chat away to their hearts' content. Matt and Peter needed a bit of privacy before the boys set off for Jack’s house. To be absolutely sure, Matt opened the front door and stepped into the porch.

“Hey!” Adrian called out to him, “What about my trunks?!”

Peter once more hustled Adrian along, this time into the porch with Matt.

“C’ mon, Matt give me my trunks… you said I wouldn’t have to wear the loincloth today…”

Peter was the next to speak and Adrian twisted his head round to face his friend: “All Matt said yesterday before you stormed off in a huff was that you could pick up your trunks this morning… he didn’t say anything about you wearing them…”

Adrian couldn’t believe what he just heard. His mouth fell open and he stared at Peter. Adrian’s mum had the loincloth and Matt was holding his trunks, the only two items the challenge allowed him to wear, so unless there was a change in the rules, Adrian was left, apart from his sneakers and the stupid nub trainer on his nob, totally bare nude!

“You can’t mean that, guys… please,” Adrian managed to blurt, “I’m stark naked!”

“Dur… yes, we can see that…” Peter replied.

Matt spoke and Adrian twisted back round in the small porch to face him once more: “Besides mum said I was to look after them for you… maybe she thinks you’re due for some nudie time,” he giggled at his suggestion.

There was silence in the porch for a few moments as Adrian tried to get his head round the fact that he’d been tricked again.

“Tell you what, Adrian,” Peter said at last, “Fairs fair… we walk round to Jack’s… you carry the lock-box as you are… Matt will bring your swim-trunks along and we’ll count this as a forfeit… ok?”

Adrian let this proposal sink in, but then he thought of something: “But I’ll have to carry the box in both hands…”

The boys knew exactly what that meant… no chance for Adrian to cover up.

Peter and Matt waited in silence. They both knew Adrian would have to do what Peter said if he was to have any chance of his nub trainer being unlocked.

Eventually Adrian sighed: “Ok… I’ll do it…”

Through the front bay window Matt’s mum caught sight of the three boys as they set off for Jack’s house.

“Adrian doesn’t appear to have put his swim-trunks on,” she remarked and leant forward to pick up her tea cup. No sense in worrying, she thought… the boys are quite capable of looking after one another.

“I sometimes wonder what goes on in Adrian’s mind some days,” was all that Connie said to her friend on the subject. 

The boys reached the end of the road before anything was said. Adrian was leading the way, though much against his better judgement never mind his will, but Matt and Peter had insisted it was all part of the forfeit.

As the boys turned the corner Peter stepped forward to walk next to Adrian. He put his arm around Adrian’s bare shoulder: “No hard feelings, eh?” he asked, “Matt didn’t mean what he said yesterday… he doesn’t remember to engage his brain before he opens his mouth sometimes…” 

“... but he was right though, wasn’t he… about my Birthday Suit,” Adrian reminded him, “I mean, I’m wearing it now, aren’t I?” he added with a friendly smirk. Adrian knew it was no use holding a grudge.

“That’s the spirit,” Peter said and gave his pal a friendly hug. He paused for a moment then added, “You were brilliant in there earlier, Adrian… wasn’t he Matt?”

“Yeah,” Matt agreed, “I’m sorry about… y’know, yesterday…”

Adrian, in spite of having to wear his Birthday Suit in public, was chuffed after what Peter said. It had been brilliant of him to get them out of their scrape and he was magnanimous: “That’s ok… I know you didn’t mean it… we’re all, y’know… pals, aren’t we?”

Matt put his arm over Adrian’s shoulders as well: “... you’re right… pals for ever!”

There was a warm feeling among all three boys as they walked along, Matt and Peter with their arms over Adrian’s shoulders as he carefully carried the lock-box. It was an incongruous sight. Adrian, wearing nothing more than his nub trainer and sneakers, being escorted by two boys dressed in casual shorts and T-shirts. They attracted more than a few stares, but the three of them were in good spirits. Adrian even managed to ignore the odd wolf-whistle as they walked towards Jack’s. 

Peter spoke up next: “I know Adrian has to do a penalty for spunking up yesterday, but what say we give him a special reward for helping us out? Say halve it so he only has to do a day before he gets another chance to get his trainer unlocked?”

Adrian’s eyes lit up: “Really?!”

“Only if Jack agrees… he was the one to think up penalties… otherwise I’m ok with that. Adrian deserves a break,” Matt told them.

When all was explained to him, Jack did agree and like Matt and Peter was impressed by Adrian’s willingness to cover for them, he was also keen to explain to Adrian the new game he’d thought up.

“I’ve sort of refined it a bit,” he explained to Matt and Peter and then he turned to Adrian, “I thought we could use the lock-box as part of a dice game…”

Adrian didn’t look too happy at the prospect and Jack picked up on this: “... don’t look like that… the game will give you the chance to wank off… I’d thought that instead of doing your daily forfeits, you might want to trade them for a turn with the new game…”

Adrian furrowed his brow: “You mean play the new game instead of doing forfeits?”

“Yes,” Jack explained, “It’s up to you… but you  might have to do forfeits depending on what penalties you get with my new game…”

“So how does the new game work?” Adrian was beginning to see that if the game was reasonable it might have its advantages and be a whole lot better than doing one of Jack’s forfeits… it took him ages to get rid of the taste of Jack’s cum from his mouth yesterday… and coupled with that, Adrian had no idea what forfeits his friends would think up next for him to perform, particularly after completing the walk round to Jack’s in his Birthday Suit. Could be better to risk the game… maybe, Adrian thought.

Jack was excited and was so keen for Adrian to start playing his new dice game that he suggested yesterday’s penalty for Adrian spunking up without permission should be rescinded.

“Don’t forget we’ve already halved Adrian’s penalty, Jack,” Peter reminded him.

“I know but…”

It was clear to the others how much Jack wanted to test out his new game. Understandably Adrian wanted to know exactly what was involved; in other words, what he was in for.

Adrian, being in the minority, was outvoted and it was decided that Adrian would have to play the new dice game as invented by Jack who proceeded to explain the details of what it was about.

“First off the lock-box has to be open… how long left on the timer?” he asked.

“Another eleven minutes and twenty seconds,” Matt told him.

“Plenty of time to go through the rules,” Jack said, “Right… Adrian rolls the dice and what happens next depends on what number he throws… yeah, pretty obvious that. So what I’ve decided so far… and we can fine tune it if you want, is that if Adrian throws a one, a three, or a five, he has has to throw the dice again before we tie his hands behind his back…” Jack paused, almost breathless with excitement, “Then we unlock the trainer, tease Adrian’s nob ‘til he gets a boner…”

“You won’t have to wait very long for that to happen,” Peter said interrupting.

“... and then we take it in turns to edge him for however many times Adrian threw on the second roll of the dice…”

“What! Each of us?” Matt exclaimed, “So if Adrian threw a four on the second go, we’d each of us edge him four times! Crikey… that’s a total of twelve times, Jack!”

“Precisely… go to the top of the class, Matt,” Jack had an evil grin on his face that all the boys recognised and they knew he had something else up his sleeve, “If any of us let’s Adrian cum when we’re edging him…”

Jack turned and got something from under his bed. Peter and Matt gasped in astonishment when they saw what was in Jack’s hand.

“W-where did you get that from?!” Matt asked, looking horror-struck. It didn’t take a genius to see what Jack had in mind.

Peter guessed straightaway: “You got it from Scoot, didn’t you?”

“Where else would I get a cage like this one?” Jack said as he held up the device, “... see, it’s even got space for your balls… it’s called a ‘Full Coverage Chastity Cage’... I tried it on last night for a couple of hours… I couldn’t believe what it felt like…”

“You put it on! Holy crap!!” Peter exclaimed.

“Yeah… lucky I’ve got the key,” Jack chuckled, “... wouldn’t like to be locked up in that for any length of time…”

Adrian was caught between feelings of outrage that his friends were treating Jack’s latest acquisition as a game and disbelief that someone could invent a device so fiendish that it encased your balls as well as your nob. Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off it: it was so awful to behold. He thought his own nub trainer was the pits, but to be locked up in a full coverage cage must be dreadful.

“Whad’ya think Adrian?” Jack asked, “... you’re the expert…”

Adrian shook his head: “It’s horrid… what are you going to do with it?” For once Adrian felt safe. He’d got his own chastity device, thankyou. There was no way they were going to get that thing on him… and besides his mum would notice and wonder what was going on.

“Like I was saying… if anyone let’s you cum when they’re edging you, they get their nobs and balls put in this,” Jack waggled the device in front of them all, “... and they have to throw the dice… whatever number is rolled is the number of days it has to be worn…”

“Jack… you’re not serious,” Peter exclaimed, “... you could be locked in that thing for nearly a week!”

“How do think I feel,” Adrian interrupted, “I think it’s a brilliant idea… then you’ll know what it’s been like for me… not to be able have a wank whenever you want…”

There was silence in Jack’s bedroom as he, Matt and Peter tried to digest the implications of the proposal. Finally, after a couple of minutes, Matt suggested a vote. There was a definite, almost palpable nervousness among the boys… all except Adrian. He of course had made his own feelings on the issue clear. Adrian wanted his pals to experience what masturbation denial was like; to be permanently frustrated and desperate for a wank.

Jack, whose idea this was, took the chair: “Ok… we all agree there should be a penalty for anyone letting Adrian cum when he rolls a number that means we have to edge him?”

Matt and Peter agreed.

“Now, as Matt pointed out, we might have to edge Adrian up to eighteen times… if he throws a six on the second throw, that is. I don’t need to tell you how difficult it’s going to be after Adrian’s been edged a few times to control him so that he doesn’t shoot… so I just wanted to make sure we understand that it’s not going to be a walk in the park… the danger of you triggering Adrian into a massive cum is very real… understand what I’m saying?”

Again Matt and Peter nodded.

“So what’s it to be? Are we going to risk being locked into this little number?” again Jack waggled the Full Coverage Chastity Cage, “... or are we cowardly custards?”

No boy wants to be called a cowardly custard, so Matt and Peter bravely put up their hands in support of Jack’s proposal. There was a frisson of nervous excitement in the room as the boys slowly realised what they’d committed themselves to… but for boys of their age, it was a thrill not to be missed.

Adrian had his own proposal to make: “... and I’ll be the keyholder this time…”

“Yeah, I was going to ask about that,” Matt said, “I think Adrian’s right. I mean he’s not going mess about and risk losing the chance to have his own trainer unlocked…”

It was agreed that henceforth Adrian would be the official keyholder for the full coverage trainer.

Adrian was chuffed that at last he had a hand in what seemed to him to be some payback for all the he’d endured since his mum ‘persuaded’ him to wear the nub trainer. He felt positively buoyed up to the extent that he asked eagerly: “What about the other numbers on the dice? Y’know, two, four and six…”

Peter and Matt were still digesting their thoughts on the potential probability of finding themselves locked in the new training cage and hadn’t given much thought to the other numbers Adrian could throw. Jack, however had come up with another fiendish plan.

“A two or a four and we tie Adrian’s hands behind his back like before but, instead of edging, this time we give him a ruined orgasm…”

“... a what?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, what’s a ruined orgasm when it’s at home?” Peter added.

“Haven’t you ever tried stopping just when you’re just about to shoot spunk?” Jack asked, looking at his pals as if they were daft.

“Why would you want to do that?” Matt asked, “... it’s the best bit.”

“Yes, I know it is, but Craig did it to me…” Jack started to explain, “... he was wanking me and just as I was about to cum he whipped his hands away and grabbed mine to stop me from doing anything… my nob jerked about and I shot spunk, but as the best bit is when you’re squeezing and rubbing your cock when you squirt, like you said…. but I couldn’t… it was awful, believe me… you need to have it done to you to know what it’s like… it’s unbelievable…”

Adrian didn’t like the sound of this one bit and Jack went on: “You get to feel like you’re going to have the best cum ever… and then, just as you’re about to… nothing… you just shoot and squirt all over the place…” Adrian knew this had to be even worse than being edged!

“I still don’t know why anyone would want to do that,” Matt said, “I mean… what’s the point?”

Peter got the idea: “Oh, come on, Matt… think about it… it must be a total disappointment… can you imagine how frustrated you’d feel… awesome!”

“... and how…” Jack added.

Adrian wasn’t sure this dice game of Jack’s meant he was any better off than he was doing forfeits: “Ok… what happens if I roll a six?” he asked with a shrug of resignation.

Jack’s eyes lit up and he simply said: “You get to wank.”

Adrian couldn’t believe what he just heard: “Really… you’ll really let me wank?”

Peter and Matt knew there must be a catch somewhere and so there was.

“Yeah,” Jack answered Adrian, “... sure… you deserve it, but,” he paused. Adrian’s heart sank. He knew it wouldn’t be straightforward. Jack’s games never were.

“... before you can wank, you have to throw the dice again…”

“... and?” Adrian was on tenterhooks.

“... and the number you roll is the number of minutes you’re allowed to wank for…” Jack explained as he concluded his description of the dice game.

There was silence in the room as this new fiendish rule of the game sank in. Matt and Peter grinned at the simplicity of Jack’s proposal. Less worried now by the thought of the penalty for letting Adrian lose it while edging him, they both wondered if Adrian would manage to wank himself off in six minutes or less… say he only had a minute to do it in… was it possible to wank and spunk up in sixty seconds?! Matt and Peter looked at each other and grinned knowing exactly what the other was thinking… yes, they would experiment at their earliest opportunity to see if it could be done.

“Ok… here’s the deal,” Jack said, “Each day Adrian gets to choose whether to play the game and roll the dice, or he can choose to do forfeits…” he turned to Adrian, “but don’t forget you’ve got to do a forfeit for each of us, so the choice is three forfeits against rolling the dice with the chance of having a wank or at least being wanked before the key goes back in the box…”

“... and don’t forget the new lock-box rule which means that you’ve got to be ready for it when it opens… no matter where you happen to be…” Peter reminded Adrian.

Adrian thought for a bit. On the face of it he didn’t have much choice but to agree with Jack’s proposal and accept the inclusion of the dice game, but he couldn’t help thinking how complicated his life was becoming what with all the new rules and everything. Still there was some compensation in that if, when he was being edged, one of them accidentally made him cum, Adrian would at least get to see them get their nobs caged and locked… with him holding the key! But all he really wanted was to have the opportunity to have a good wank…

“So… what’s it to be?” Jack asked Adrian, “Are you ready to play the dice game?”

Adrian put his hand between his legs and felt the nub trainer that secured his penis and prevented him from wanking. Whatever happened… whatever way the dice rolled, he would at least have his nob unlocked.

Adrian nodded: “Yes… I’ll play…”