The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 6
"Go and wash your hands again, Kieran. You've probably been rubbing your groin, scratching your arse and picking your nose since last time."
"As you do."
"Then put your apron back on." That done Eric continued. "Vegetables are dead easy really. They're probably best steamed, but we're not going to do the advanced course tonight. We'll keep it simple. First of all let's get the spuds underway. We're going to boil them, which is good enough for a casserole. If you want, you can mash them into the gravy. We usually peel them, but you don't have to because they're new. Two large ones will be enough for us. I'll do one and you can do the other then. It's dead easy. Cut them into bite size chunks and, surprise! surprise! boil them, not forgetting to add some salt to the water." They got on and did that. "They usually take about twenty minutes. Now people will tell you that the best vegetables are fresh vegetables. If you bring them in straight from the garden or allotment, then they are right. But if they've been up to London, bought by a wholesaler and sold on to a retailer, they can be several days old by the time you come to cook them. So the next best is frozen veg. Now the art is not to overcook them or the goodness goes down the sink. Switch the kettle on to boil. While that happening, sprinkle a little salt into a saucepan and choose what you want from the freezer. Of course, if you were entertaining your boyfriend, you would cook them separately and put them into separate dishes for him to serve himself." Kieran did as he was told.
"Okay, Uncle Eric?"
"Okay, so far. Now I see you have put some broccoli in there. Any member of the cabbage family you add a pinch of bicarbonate of soda. That was a tip your grandmother gave me. It stops the cabbage from tasting yeuky. When the potatoes have been boiling for ten minutes, pour boiling water on the veg, put on the stove and everything should be ready at the same time. And while we're waiting, we'll have a glass of sherry."
The kitchen table was cleared and laid, pots and pans that were finished with washed up.
"Aaagh!" said Eric suddenly, making Kieran jump. "I nearly forgot the most important thing."
"What's that?" asked Kieran astonished.
"Warming the dinner plates. We've got all this hot food and it'll quickly go cold if served on cold plates." Eric put a couple of large plates in the oven with the casserole, switching the heat off at the same time. Finally everything was ready and Eric dished the food up. "I apologise for the presentation, but I think the food will taste all right. Can you eat all that?"
"Sure can, and I'm starving." The pair of them tucked in.
"Well? What do you think of your own first cooked dinner?"
"Tasty," said Kieran.
"And was it difficult?"
"No."
"Did we use the microwave?"
"No."
"The most difficult thing of preparing any meal is probably the timing. With practice that will come automatically because you'll remember it from the last time, but now it might be an idea to write down some notes in a note book. What were we talking about before?"
"Me and Andy," replied Kieran.
"Do you think that's how you got a reputation at school for being gay?"
"Of course, and that's why I think the prefects set a trap."
"Was it Andy you got caught with?"
"Oh, no. He'd have taken his portion of the blame if it had been."
"Have you had sex with any other boys at school?"
"Mmm, one or two, well, maybe three or four."
"Five or six?"
"Who's counting?"
"And what was it? A quick grope and a toss, or anything more serious?"
"That's all at school. Time and space is a bit limited there, but I've had BJs with mates at home or at their place."
"No bum-fucking?"
"Never."
"It's all right. I'm not delving into your private life to be nosy, but just to get clear in my own mind what you need to be taught. That was a very good meal, Kieran. We'll make a good cook out of you yet, if not a bumboy."
"Gee, thanks, Uncle Eric. Praise indeed. You sure know how to make a girl feel good."
"No, that's one thing I have never been able to master. Let's get cleared away. I've still got this letter to write for your Mum and Dad, then it's a shower and off to bed. Put the telly on if there's something you want to watch."
"No, it's okay. I'll try to get organised for tomorrow and later in the week."
"Have you thought about ringing that number Orlando at Domino's gave you?"
"I haven't stopped. I don't know whether to or not."
"He's obviously interested or he wouldn't have given it to you. Ask him out for a date on Friday evening. Then you can ask him home to stop over as part of your apprenticeship. I know I'll be there, but I won't interfere. Besides, I think I might be on a promise for Friday night. I'm working on it."
"Uncle Eric, how devious is that?"
"Tut, tut, Kieran."
After everything was cleared away, Eric booted up his laptop and wrote a simple letter to the Clerk to the Governors and copied it to the Headmaster, which stated on behalf of Kieran's parents that they were dissatisfied with the way Kieran was dealt with and upon their return would seek a review leading to an appeal.
"Kieran, would you deliver these, please, when you pick up your schoolwork? I'm off to have a shower now." Kieran continued to watch the television.
Kieran was absorbed in watching Stephen Fry on his American tour when Eric came out of the shower, still towelling off his hair.
"Anything interesting?"
"Quite," answered Kieran without looking away from the box. Then he did. "OMG!" It wasn't that Eric hadn't put any clothes on. He was used to that. "What have you done? You've shaved yourself," he said, answering his own question.
"I can't hide anything from you, young man, can I?"
"What have you done that for? Is it compulsory if you're gay?"
"I told you I'm looking for a date this weekend and Julian prefers me this way. And no, it's not compulsory. It's all according to your taste and what your boyfriend likes. Julian is very oral and doesn't like getting pubic hair between his teeth."
"Eugh! Dis-gus-ting!"
"All sex is disgusting if you think about it. Especially with all those bodily fluids mingling, but it does have its attractions and compensations as you have probably noticed."
"It does make you look bigger, I must admit. I might try it myself."
"Just wait until you have a little more experience before you do. The hair doesn't grow back overnight."
"So it's not compulsory?"
"No. Some people just prefer it that way, in the same way some people like long hair and others prefer it short, or some prefer a circumcised cock and others like an uncut one."
"I've never tried a cut one. What's it like?"
"I'm not getting into that now. It can be a can of worms and better suited for the advanced course. I was thinking in the shower. Do you still want to sleep in my bed?" Kieran's eyes lit up and his jaw dropped.
"Can I?"
"On one condition, and it can all be part of the learning process."
"What's that?"
"Come along with me."
Kieran followed Eric into his bedroom. He took a key from his dressing table drawer and unlocked a cupboard. He took out two velvet bags each with a string pull, a red one and a black one.
"Take one of these." Kieran took the red one and nearly dropped it because he was not expecting it to be so weighty. He took a look inside.
"What this?"
"See if you can guess."
"Well, it looks like some modern sculpture of a penis."
"You're right about the penis bit."
"What have you got in that cupboard?"
"It's my toy cupboard. You might eventually be allowed to play with my toys, but I'd be happier if you waited until your eighteenth birthday first."
"What? Like dildos and things?"
"And the rest." Eric locked the cupboard and put the key away. "Now watch what I do." He took the contents out of the black bag. "This is like a cock ring. See it's on a hinge? You open it and close it round your cock and your scrotum. It might make you go hard as the blood goes into your dick and can't easily flow out again. The best thing to do next is to smear some of this gel over your dick. It helps you slide the cage over your cock like this." Eric slid the cage over his shaft, lined up the holes, fed the little padlock through and clicked it shut. "Easy as that. Now take your sweats off and let's see you do it. That's right. Let me rub the K-Y on first, then you won't get your fingers slippery and it will be easier." That done, Kieran manipulated the ring round the base of his shaft and scrotum, slid the cage on, lined up the holes.
"Ouch!"
"What's the matter?"
"I got some pubes caught in the ring and pulled."
"Another good reason for shaving." Meanwhile Eric had fed the padlock through the holes and closed it.
"They're what are called male chastity devices. We can sleep together and I won't be able to molest you and you won't be able to interfere with me."
"What if I want a pee?"
"Easy. That's why it's a cage. You can pee through the bars. The only thing is I advise you to sit down. It's a bit girly, I know, but it does stop you from splashing all over the place. Then shake off and dry the cage of with a bit of toilet paper."
Eric went off to wash his hands. When he came back, he said
"By the way, here's that copy of GY mag I promised you." As Kieran took it, it fell open at the naked centrefold.
"OMG, they are hot. Who are they?"
"Turn the page over and it will tell you." Kieran tried to turn the page, but found that the next two were stuck together. 'Dirty little sod,' thought Kieran. 'Still, who am I to talk? Been there, done it, etc.' He carefully peeled the glossy pages apart and in the bottom inside corner read out: "'Adam Neave and Simon van den Berg on the occasion of their engagement. See accompanying article on page 14.' My, they are absolutely gorgeous. I wonder how they found these guys." Immediately Kieran felt his dick trying to stiffen, but it couldn't as it came up against the bars of the cage.
"You can look at that tomorrow. Go and have your shower and we can get to bed. Do you need anything to eat or drink?"
"No, thanks. I'll have a drink of water when I clean my teeth."
Ten minutes later Kieran climbed in under the duvet of Eric's double bed. Their chastity cages clanked together, but they soon sorted themselves out. Eric couldn't deny that it felt very sexy having Kieran snuggling up to him and he too experienced the confines of the cage as his dick swelled against it. What was worse, Kieran kissed him on the lips and all resistance fell away and in seconds they were both equally engaged in deep French kissing. Eric lay there thinking how much he would like to take his nephew's virginity. Thank goodness that was impossible, at least for tonight. Kieran lay there determined to give Orlando a call tomorrow. If he could get him into his own bed at home, he wouldn't feel the need to sleep with Eric. The cage round his dick enhanced his feelings of randiness instead of reducing them. He was going mad, his skin prickled, but he must get some sex from somewhere. It was obvious that Eric wasn't going to give in and he couldn't even have a wank tonight - and that wasn't for want of trying, either. Effective these devices.
Wednesday morning and Eric woke before the alarm bleeped. He switched it off and got up leaving Kieran blissfully asleep. He found the key to the padlock on his chastity device and freed himself. He gave his balls and dick a good rub and a scratch to get the circulation going again. He went into the bathroom and it wasn't until he started to shave that he noticed that Kieran had left him with a lovebite. 'The little bastard. Right, I'm taking the key to his padlock to work with me for that. Work. Oh dear. What shall I wear? If I wear an ordinary shirt, everybody will see it, and if I wear a polo neck jumper, everyone will guess and come to the right conclusion.' In the end he plumped for a very pale blue polo neck jumper in silk, which he could wear under his suit and if anyone asked, he had cut himself shaving.
Once dressed Eric boiled himself two eggs for breakfast and as he did he put his stainless steel chastity device less padlock into the saucepan of boiling water to sterilise it. He left his breakfast things to see if Kieran would wash them up, peered into his bedroom, saw that he was still fast asleep and left the flat to drive to work.
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