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-- Part 6
After about an hour, Jay logged off from his instant messaging program and removed his headphones. He'd been playing MP3s and chatting online, but had deliberately led Peter to believe he was crucifying him online. He'd glanced round at regular intervals to see Peter go from red-faced to calm and subsequently to twitching as Jay deliberately let keyboard tapping sounds fill the room. He had learnt that Peter was easily gullible, believed everything he was told and didn't ask many questions.
"Okay," he announced, causing Peter to turn his head to face the direction the sound was coming from. "How we doing?" He glanced at the bucket with urine in the bottom of it.
"When are they coming?" asked Peter quietly. "The paedos?" Ignoring the question, Jay removed Peter's funnel and wiped his genital area down with baby wipes. "Jay? Wank me, please." The boy had never felt so horny in his life - he felt like exploding if he couldn't relieve the pressure soon.
"Whatever. Let's go out," said Jay. He removed Peter from the bed, tied his hands behind his back with an old school tie and walked the naked boy to the front room. Jay grabbed an old coat from the hatstand and draped it over Peter's naked body, it covered him to the knee. "Perfect," he said, removing the coat again.
Prior to leaving, Jay slipped Peter into a second pair of modified tracksuit bottoms with braces on them, the pockets cut out and a slit in the front. Peter watched as Jay pulled the braces up over his shoulder in a criss-cross fashion and cut the slit wider to expose his penis. Once happy Jay put sandals on Peter's feet and fastened the coat up. Once Jay had opened the front door, he removed the blindfold, leaving Peter squinting heavy in the bright sunlight.
Peter wasn't quite sure what was going to happen next, though he had an inkling when they ended up at the bus stop and eventually climbed aboad onto a circular route which, from the timetable, ran for about half an hour or so.
The two boys took a seat up on the top deck and almost immediately Peter realised the coat he was wearing had no pockets - they'd been cut out too. He felt Jay's hand on his penis and grimaced slightly at this, but said nothing as Jay started to flog his penis under the coat. When the bus stopped at a set of traffic lights, all stimulation on his penis ceased and began again once the bus was moving. Peter cottoned on to this after a few stop-start sessions.
"I've never done it on a bus before," he said quietly to Jay.
"Challenge for ya, you horny bastard: Could ya get back to Walford without cumming? I'll only jack ya when we're moving but on the way back jack ya constant. Act normal, or else."
"Yeah okay," said Peter. He knew he'd never win in his current highly horny state but it killed some time. To his surprise however he somehow managed to hang off shooting a load of semen until the furthest point from Walford. He could feel Jay's gaze on his facial features, but it was a real struggle for Peter to approach an orgasm and keep a straight face. He pulled at his restraints, to no avail.
As soon as Jay switched into constant stimulation mode, Peter couldn't bear the pressure any longer. He tried desperately to hold his desires in but the constant stimulation down below constantly reminded Peter of the need to relive himself badly. Eventually Peter felt he had no option but to bite the bullet and ejaculate. He shot a thick load of semen deep into the fabric of the coat and felt his load dripping back onto the tracksuit bottoms he was wearing. Normally when shooting a load, Peter shut his eyes and made grimacing expressions and panting noises. Not an option on the bus and it took remarkable self-restraint in Peter not to groan in his usual fashion during release.
As soon as Jay felt sticky liquid on his hand he knew Peter had failed the challenge. He slipped his hand out and wiped it on the coat Peter wore. He glanced down Jay's body and was sure he could spy a boner in Jay's tracksuit bottoms!
"How did you like that?" asked Jay. "Get beat off with nobody being aware?" Watching Peter visibly struggling to control his urges was strangely satisfying to Jay.
"Scary, but well worth it," replied Peter, breathing deeply. "Did I see you with an erection just?"
"Nah. Come on, our stop. Your gaff, I have something to show you."
They went back to an empty 15a Turpin Road where Jay released Peter, threw his camping equipment at him, dressed the boy in some random tracksuit of his and forcibly manhandled Peter out the door and back to 45 Albert Square.
"You're home early!" said Ian.
"Camp site got flooded," said Jay, thinking of an excuse off the top of his head.
"We had a good time. And look, I didn't come home in an ambulance today!"
"Even better. Tell you what, how about you go unpack and then you can tell me all about it?" Jay was eying up Ian's laptop on the front table and nudged Peter into getting it.
"Yeah, fine whatever. Um, can I borrow your laptop please?" asked Peter.
"Why?"
"I have a blog," said Peter quickly. "Needs updating."
"Blog?" enquired Ian.
"Online diary. Lots of people read it. Needs updating. Can I borrow it? Please?"
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Never put any personal details on the Internet ever. Haven for identity fraud, that. I'll be on you or Lucy like a ton of bricks if I find you're parading yourself to goodness knows who out there." This sent a shiver down Peter's spine with the knowledge of what Jay had done this morning. "Go on then. But don't you dare break my laptop, or it'll come out of your pocket money." Peter closed the laptop and disappeared upstairs with it, Jay following close behind.
"Just to show you," said Jay, snatching the laptop out of Peter's hands, "that I mean it. I have your pictures and I can put them on any other website."
Peter could only watch in fascination as Jay went all over the Internet towards sites covering topics he had never heard of before. Goodness, the Internet was an amazing place. All these sites to visit, all these people to meet and all for the click of a mouse. Peter quickly worked out he hadn't even scratched the surface.
He froze in horror as Jay stumbled upon a website purely by chance. He had found a website that had lots of (legal according to the site's blurb) pictures of boys in the forums, and people registered on it were passing comments between them about how "hot" those boys were.
"See Peter? All I do is get an account, shove your pics there and bam! Thousands of weird people from all over the world see and wank over you." The idea made Peter feel sick to the stomach. "You don't have a twin do you? Somebody's posted pictures of an actor who looks exactly like you."
"I have a half-sister who lives in Devon but as far as I know I don't have a twin brother." Peter was flattered that somebody looked exactly like him, but couldn't quite put his finger on it. This actor wore the same clothes as him, the same school uniform, lived in the same surroundings... Scary. It was like being in a time warp.
"Oh look, somebody's posted that they're madly in love with an actor who looks like you. This could be you, Peter on Tuesday night. I post the pictures; you lusted over by a bunch of perverts! You'd like that, wouldn't ya?"
It was then that Peter realised Jay was serious. He had to find some money somehow, but getting it out of his dad was like getting blood out of a stone. He had to get some help, and the best way to do it was to go to his dad. Later that night just as Ian was preparing to go to bed, Peter caught him. He had decided he would only tell Ian what he needed to know and not everything.
"Dad?" asked Peter, poking his head around the doorframe. "Can I have a word?"
"Course you can."
"I've got a problem."
"Are you being bullied at school?" asked Ian. "You should stand up to them, you know."
"Yes and no," replied Peter.
"What do you mean, 'Yes and No'? Either you're bullied or you aren't. Can't you get Jay to help you out?" Before Peter could reply, Ian immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion. "It's Jay isn't it? What's he done to you?"
"Dad, it's not Jay!" But Ian wasn't listening.
"I'll go round the chippy tomorrow and talk to Jase. Leave it with me, son. I knew that little toe rag was trouble as soon he walked in."
"Dad, no!" blurted Peter. "Leave him alone!" Peter suddenly found himself in fear of Jay and what would happen next. If Jay didn't kill him now, his pictures on the Internet certainly would kill him.
The next day, Ian was hammering away at 15a Turpin Road. The noise woke up Jay but not Jase who had had too much to drink the previous night. Jay stumbled to the door in nothing but his night-shorts and opened the front door. Through the daylight, he squinted at Ian.
"You been bullying my son?" asked Ian, quickly getting to the point.
"What? No!"
"Because he says you have. Now I know my son would not lie to me. Get your father up, I want a word."
"He ain't here," sneered Jay.
"Well I'm not leaving until I talk to him."
"Well you'll be there all day then, won't ya?" replied Jay, slamming the door in Ian's face. He puffed about for a bit and finally stormed off. Jay quickly dressed himself and disappeared off into the square to confront Peter.
Peter was still in bed. He hadn't slept a wink all night due to worry and anxiety. Thoughts of that Internet site were fresh in his mind and as sickening as ever. He was just about to get out of bed and sort some breakfast when he heard the back door being thrown open, slammed and footsteps coming up the stairs. In a panic, Peter pulled the duvet cover up over his head and made out he was asleep.
"Peter?" the voice asked. He recognised it immediately - it was his father. "Peter, come on, get up. I need to talk to you." He pulled back the duvet cover and gently shook Peter. "Come on, I haven't got time for this." He shook Peter a bit more forcefully this time until the boy turned his head and opened his eyes.
"What?" he mumbled. "Its early."
"Peter, it's twenty to ten. Normally you go to athletics training at 10:30 and you're up by eight to go racing round the square."
"I don't feel like it." He sat up properly in the bed and pulled the duvet cover round himself. "Have you calmed down?"
"I haven't started yet. I'll give that Jase a piece of my mind with his uncontrollable son. Why is he bullying you?"
"He isn't. Why don't you listen?" asked Peter.
"So what's the problem? Come on, don't bottle it up." Peter searched inside himself for an ideal way to describe how Jay had come into his life, taken it over, given him the best sexually-related thrills of his life to date and now threatened to shop him to some paedo site on the Internet.
"I can't describe it. But I'm not being bullied. Believe me dad. Please don't go and argue with Jay or his pop. Remember what happened when you argued with Phil and I nearly drowned?"
"That was his fault, should have been looking where he was going."
"And he would have been if you weren't arguing with him. Just admit it dad - you screwed up."
"I did not!" retorted Ian. "Anyway that's by the by. I want you to get up now; I'll do some breakfast then I have to get over to the cafe. You get yourself ready to go running. Bacon and eggs okay?"
"Yes dad. Thanks dad." Ian gave Peter a friendly hug and left the room. Shortly afterwards Peter could smell bacon and egg coming from the kitchen, he threw on his dressing gown and ran downstairs.
Jay had walked all over the square and could not find Peter anywhere. He could only assume he was still at the house. There was no sign of Ian or Jane in the cafe and Lucy was rarely up before 1pm on a weekend. He knew Peter ran round the square on Sunday mornings but could not be sure of the time. Jay decided to spy on the house and keep an eye on the comings and goings.
After a seemingly long period of observation, Jay spotted Ian leaving 45 Albert Square via the back gate. Shortly afterwards he witnessed Jane and Lucy loading up the car ready for a trip somewhere. In his minds eye, Jay knew that Peter had to be in the Beale house. He re-positioned himself to be able to see both entrances.
As the car with Jane and Lucy sped off, Jay made his move. He quietly stepped through the back gate and slowly opened the back door. There was no sign of Peter but that was even better. Quietly closing the door, Jay came through to the front room. There was an empty plate and glass on the table, and he heard movement from upstairs. Deciding to surprise Peter, Jay made his way quietly up the stairs and seeked out Peter's bedroom.
To his utmost surprise, he witnessed Peter actively masturbating. He'd never seen another boy doing this so it was intriguing to watch Peter lying on his bed naked, his right hand going up and down at a decent speed. Occasionally he would swap hands, panting away all the time, eyes closed. The bed creaked with each motion to a point where Jay was half-expecting it to fall to pieces.
Peter had previously been getting off on thoughts of Jay doing things with and to him that are only possible in dreams. This time round he had visions of Jay wearing nothing but a thong filling his mind's eye. He saw Jay lying on a bed somewhere and approached him. In this world, Jay grabbed Peter's penis, flogged it for all he was worth and ordered Peter to "shove it up me arse". As Jay spread his legs apart and ripped the thong, Peter prepared to penetrate Jay with his hard, blood-filled penis. He moved in and just as he was about to make physical contact...
Real-life Peter suddenly shot his load out of his penis and onto his stomach. He shuddered and shook as his orgasm felt so bloody good. He pounded the bed with his legs and then lay there for a few seconds cradling his penis as Peter finished off his fantasy by seeing himself shoot a seemingly endless amount of semen up Jay's backside, much to the kid's pleasure. This was a world where anything went because nobody gets hurt. Peter had had hours of fun doing unspeakable things with most of the boys from Walford High in his imagination and dreams - try any of this in reality and he'd probably end up on the Sex Offenders Register.
Peter suddenly spotted Jay as soon as he reached over to the bedside cabinet for some tissue to clean himself up. Immediately thoughts went running through his head as to what to say or do next as he wore a pained expression of shock on his face. Thoughts of Jay in a tight little thong instantly dissolved in his head as Peter's first reaction was to cover himself up.
"You fucking grassed me up, you little shit!" shouted Jay. "Get your hand off your nob!"
"I didn't, I swear!" bumbled Peter, still breathing heavily. "I swear, I said nothing."
"So why was your old man bashing my door this morning? Fuckin' Woke me up that did. I don't like being woken up before time. Our deal is off. I want me money now."
"I don't have it."
"Fine, I'll just bugger off next door now to see your old man and tell him exactly what you've been up to, you wanker! He'd like to know that you're a wanking poofter, wouldn't he?" Jay took two steps back ready to disappear down the landing.
"Please don't. Anything but that. Don't tell my dad!" pleaded Peter. In an unforced move, he rolled off the bed and knelt down naked in front of Jay, literally begging him not to spill the beans. Peter could feel semen running down his stomach.
"Anything, eh?" said Jay, an idea forming in his head from what he had just witnessed. "Were you thinking of me when you choked your chicken?" Peter slowly shook his head. "Don't lie to me, you fucking tosspot, you were wanking over me!"
"Yes, I was getting off," admitted Peter - he had been doing it for a long while. He couldn't stop dreaming of Jay and he couldn't stop mastubrating over him either - Peter wanted Jay so badly. He couldn't bring himself to admit to Jay that yes, he'd been getting off over him just now. Jay, however, jumped to his own conclusions.
"Urgh! You dirty pervert! I should chop your nob off right here and right now, you fag. I'm gonna tell your old man and get you a roasting for perving on me."
"No!" screamed Peter, grabbing Jay's leg. "Anything but that. I can't pay you. Do whatever, chop it off if you want, I don't care, just don't tell my dad!" Peter knew he had to submit himself to the chav boy's mercy at this point - it was bad enough Jay had caught him masturbating, never mind actively blackmailing him at the same time and now threatening to cut his penis off. He felt so degraded, so humiliated and so unfortunate to end up in this situation and position, though he couldn't see a way out of it.
"Get your box of tricks out to buy my silence." Peter crawled back to the bed and slid out his box. Jay went straight for the items he wanted. Peter could take a good guess at what was going to happen, until Jay pulled out two pairs of handcuffs.
"Get back on the bed and put your arms up." Peter lay face-up and naked on his bed and pulled his arms up towards the headrest wondering what he'd have to do to stop his dad finding out about his secret. Jay snapped a handcuff onto each wrist and fixed the other end to the bedposts.
"Are you going to..." started Peter before Jay interrupted.
"Shut the fuck up, I'll do what I want. Do you want me to see your dad or not?" He grabbed some tissue and cleaned off the drying remains of Peter's previous semen shooting session. He then placed his warm hand on Peter's penis and began to gently stimulate it before adopting a strange point-of-fact tone. "Do you enjoy me doing this Peter?" he asked. Peter nodded slowly. "Do you want me to keep doing this? You want me, you need me."
"I do," panted Peter. He had only just shot one load but now he could feel another load building up in his testes. "Get me off. I think I need to shoot."
As Jay flogged his penis, Peter could see his mind's eye again filling up again with images of Jay. He'd never had to actively come up with this stuff, it had just happened. Now he could see Jay handcuffed to a metal bar somewhere by his wrists, naked as the day he was born. In his mind, Peter walked up to the secured Jay and began to masturbate him. A round-robin effect had been created - Jay was masturbating Peter who was masturbating Jay in his head! That felt so good. Dream Jay put up no resistance to Peter's stimulation of his penis, however things went a bit pear-shaped when his erect penis came away in Peter's hand, leaving a big hole in the front of Jay's anatomy. In reality the kid would have bled to death but in the world of Peter Beale, Jay just quickly grew another penis, leaving Peter to eat the old one as though it were a bar of chocolate. Oh how he loved imagination and fantasy.
While Peter was off away in his own little world, Jay continued to pump Peter regardless. He began to slowly speed up and Peter (through his imagination) could feel himself getting closer to another climax. He was thrilled when (real) Jay took him straight past the point of no return. Peter snapped out of his world at this point and he felt empty when he saw another load of wet semen shoot out of his penis landing right in his belly button. His body shuddered as he recovered from shooting. Peter couldn't remember what he'd just been thinking about, much to his annoyance.
Jay wiped Peter down again with more tissue and continued to stimulate Peter's penis manually. It had taken twenty minutes to reach climax previously and it took another thirty minutes to bring Peter towards a fourth climax. With each climax, Peter was releasing less and less semen and was taking an unhealthy interest in the ceiling pattern.
"I don't think I have anything else left!" he said to Jay after the fifth climax. "Can we stop?"
"I don't think so!" sneered Jay. He cleaned the boy down and continued on his relentless stimulation of Peter. He was able to bring Peter to climax another four times, by this point the boy felt as if his insides had been sucked out. He had been here for the best part of at least five hours now; athletics training was the last thing on his mind. Now Peter felt very sleepy, he wanted a lucid dream and he wanted it now.
Without saying another word, Jay grabbed the chastity cage. It had a small metal plate over the top of it. He played with it for a while, to figure out how it worked, then applied it to Peter.
Within two minutes, Jay had managed to fit the device over Peter's genitals. The metal device forced his penis straight down and the cage stopped anybody from fiddling with the contraption, much less get it off. It also prevented Peter from getting an erection. The entire structure fitted in place held by a small belt, which went right round Peter's body, up between his legs and fitted snugly round his waist. The entire structure was held together by a double-locking mechanism which Jay duly locked and pocketed the key.
"This'll stop you going to your old man again," said Jay, standing up to admire his work. Peter looked down his naked body to see a lump of metal where once his penis stood. "I haven't cut it off. Not yet, anyway."
"What have you done to my willy?" asked Peter.
"This stops you wanking. You can still piss and shit and stuff but you won't be able to wank until I open you up."
"I don't want to do this," said Peter, still not used to the sensation of climaxing eight times in a row. "Get it off, I don't want to play this anymore." He pulled at his handcuffs.
"Fine, I'll take it back off. But I'll tell your old man everything, you owe us fifteen hundred quid, 20% daily interest, like, and I'll shove your video on YouTube. Or you can only wank when I say you can and your old man need never know about any of this, you owe me nothing and you keep the video and pics, like. Up to you."
Peter lay on the bed, exhausted, sweaty and tired. Jay had managed to manipulate him into a position he had no easy escape from. Whichever way he thought about it, Jay had engineered an equally worse scenario to drop him into. Peter knew he would probably go spare after about two days of not being able to masturbate, which could explain why Jay milked him dry in the first place to cut down on his pleading. The kid was good, and that's why Peter liked him.
Peter ran through the options in his head. Primarily, he could not dare let his father find out about this, otherwise there would be a bunch of embarrassing questions. On the other hand, he could not really risk robbing money to pay Jay off, knowing him he would ask for more money later anyway. His image on a paedo site and YouTube of all places was definitely asking for trouble. Peter decided that he didn't really have much choice, now he was not able to wank himself off on a whim. He was well and truly stitched up, in more ways than one. --
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