Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2008 22:59:11 +0100
From: treacletower@hotmail.co.uk
Subject: Peter and Jay Part 6

EASTENDERS IS © BBC 1985-PRESENT. THIS STORY IS VERY STRICTLY FICTION
USING EQUALLY FICTIONAL CHARACTERS FROM EASTENDERS. THIS IN NO WAY
IMPLIES ANYTHING ABOUT THE REAL-LIFE ACTORS AND ACTRESSES WHO PLAY THE
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MINORS, CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, ALL PICTURES AND VIDEO MENTIONED OR
DISCUSSED FROM HERE ON IN ARE VERY STRICTLY FICTIONAL. All EastEnders
references, living arrangements and what not are correct as of December
2007.


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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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