The Apprentice
by and © N Fourbois
Chapter 43
On the Wednesday morning Kieran and William slept in. It was eight o'clock when Kieran looked at his watch.
"Hey, wake up, lazybones. It's late and we've got a lot to do this morning." Fortunately both boys woke up feeling alert after having more sleep than they intended. "William, you use the shower in the bathroom and I'll use the one in my room. I hope the prunes are doing their job."
"They are," he replied ruefully.
"Now make sure your hole is really clean, afterwards. Soap and water, okay? We'll leave the enema until the real thing."
"Enema? Isn't that what they give you in hospital if you've been naughty?"
"They might have done in the olden days, but they have to be careful now."
They met down in the kitchen where Kieran had started to get the breakfast.
"Did the prunes work?"
"Yeah, and how. I'm starving now after that."
"Okay, you can spare me the details. You probably didn't notice that I gave you most of the juice out of the tin and I wouldn't have got as far as a second round of 'Tinker, Tailor'.
"You sod!"
"It's all for your own good, young man."
"Yours more like it," he replied resentfully, and put on one of his mock pouts. His eyes were still smiling.
"What are you wearing?"
"Duh, you can see what I'm wearing - tee and joggers."
"Duh! I can see that. Underneath?"
"Nothing. As I said, tee and joggers. Duh!"
"I love it when you play the tart, William, but you'll need to put on a jockstrap before we begin, and afterward some tight shorts or underpants. You haven't you got any lycras with you?"
"No, I don't own any."
"Mine will be too big for you. We'll have to make do somehow."
"Why?"
"All will be revealed."
The boys carried on with their breakfast, muesli followed by toast and marmalade.
"I could get used to your Alpen," said William. "It's not so hard and gritty as ours at home."
"There are two reasons for that. One, it's not Alpen. Mum says she spoils us by buying Jordan's. It works out at twice the price, but it's well worth it. And two, we soak it in milk for ten minutes at least before eating it."
When they had finished their breakfast, they cleared the things away. Kieran asked William if he was ready and since he was, they went upstairs. Kieran took a couple of bananas with him. William looked at them rather wide eyed.
"Are you going to insert one of those up my arse?" he enquired, his face quite ashen.
"Well, I was going to eat mine," replied Kieran, "but if that's what you want me to do with yours, that's fine by me," and he burst out with a guffaw. William giggled his William type giggle.
"I hadn't thought of that possibility, Kieran."
"What? Eating it? We'll do this in my room. I've got all the stuff together there." At that moment there was a ring of the doorbell. "You get ready. I'll see who that is."
Kieran opened the front door to find the postman standing there with a box in his hand.
"Sign here please, mate." Kieran didn't like the 'mate' bit, but on the other hand he wanted his parcel. He gave like for like and said
"Cheers, mate," but it was lost on the young employee of Royal Mail who was standing on his doorstep. He closed the door and read the return address: 'XYZ Distributors, P O Box 69' and the postcode. 'Apt,' he thought. 'Good timing, though.' When he got back to his room, he found William lying on the bed with just his jockstrap on and striking a particularly seductive pose. "Don't get cold like that. I've got a bit to do yet."
Kieran stripped the duvet off his bed, after removing William, who went and put some clothes on, and spread out a large towel.
"William, I'm going to ask you to do something you might think a bit strange."
"What's new? I'm up for it, whatever it is."
"Do you know what this is?"
"No, but I know what it's shaped like."
"It's a cock cage. The proper name is a male chastity device."
"And you want me to put that on?"
"No, but if I had two it wouldn't be a bad idea. The jock will do the job for you all right. Because you're such a sexy little tempter I'm going to put it on myself and what I want you to do is to look after the key. It defeats the object if I can take it off whenever I want to. You can watch me put it on as part of your training." Kieran took off his jogpants, smeared some gel on his dick, put the ring round his tackle, slipped on the cage and snapped the padlock shut. "Mmm, I must be getting used to it. It's never gone on so smoothly before. Here's the key." William looked at the device closely, weighed it in his hand. He watched Kieran's cock swell and fill the cage, but it could get no farther.
"Yess! I like," and when Kieran wasn't looking he slipped the key into the pouch of his jock. Kieran got dressed again and then slit a knife along the sellotape on his newly arrived package.
"This, William, is for you." He showed William the brand new butt plug still sealed in its hygienic wrapper. "I was going to use one I borrowed from Eric, but I thought it would be a good idea if I had my own. Also, a fresh supply of jonnies. I like these Avanti ones. They're made of silicon, not rubber. You still can't use oil based lube with them like vaseline. Not that I like vaseline that much. It's like using axle grease instead of light cycle oil on your bike. Right, I think we are about there." Kieran checked to see that he had everything he wanted and he went over the theory of anal penetration as practised by him and Orlando. "You can take you tracksuit bottoms off now. Kneel on the bed, bum towards me." Kieran took a photo of it. He put on a pair of latex gloves.
"Why are you wearing gloves? You didn't in bed when you were feeling my hole."
"That was unadulterated sex and passion. This is a procedure. A little job for you. Put this condom on the butt plug."
"Why do we need that?"
"Ask me again at the end of the procedure and I'll show you. Ready?" Kieran smeared some K-Y gel over his index and courting fingers. "This will feel cold at first." William jumped as he felt the cold gel being wiped along his crevice. Kieran felt his cock swelling up to the confines of the cage. "I'm going in now, William." He put some more gel on the tip of his courting finger, pressed it against William's rosebud, slid it in until he felt some pressure and said "This might make you jump." Kieran pushed through the sphincter and William yelped. After five seconds William said
"Ah, that feels nice now." Kieran felt around and then introduced his index finger as well.
"You like that, don't you, you randy little so and so?" William said yes. "Okay, second phase now. If I've done my job properly, the plug will just slip in and won't hurt. That's why you should finger your partner before you put your dick in." Kieran lubed up the condom on the plug, offered it to William's hole, pushed gently and it went in like a dream. "Okay, we'll see how long you can keep that in. We're aiming for tomorrow morning, but you can take it out any time if it becomes uncomfortable."
"What if I want to take a dump?"
"You take the plug out, do what you have to do, replace the condom with a new one, lube it and feed in the plug, but you do it yourself next time." Meanwhile the pressure on Kieran's cage had slackened.
William took off his jock and looked at himself in the mirror. Kieran continued to take photos. William put on a slip, followed by 501s which were the tightest trousers he had with him.
"Not many boys can boast a bulge in the back and front of their jeans," laughed Kieran.
"It's not sticking out, is it?" asked William horrified.
"No, it's okay. Just kidding. Let's get some coffee."
While they were drinking their coffee, Kieran said
"I had ever such a funny dream last night. It was ever so vivid."
"You were certainly restless," replied William. "You nearly pushed me out of bed at one stage."
"I was dreaming it was College sports day and every fag and his fagmaster had to take part in the sexathlon."
"Hexathlon, I think," corrected William pedantically. "Greek, not Latin."
"This was definitely a sexathlon. The first task was that we had to swim in the pool and they took the average time of the pair. That was fair enough. Then the fag had to jerk his fagmaster off, which was not easy because of the cold water effect. After that came the cycle race and Toby Cholmondeley kept trying to run you off the road and in the end I had to knock him off his bike. The fourth part was where the fagmaster had to give his fag a BJ, again not easy because everything was tight after the cycle race. The fifth part was a 5km run and again Toby was trying to trip you, and Jack Bastion was doing nothing about it. I didn't know how we were doing because all the scores have to be added up at the end, but it held me back because I wanted to make sure you were all right. In the last bit the fagmaster had to shag his fag and the sexathlon was over when the competitors produced the condom they had used, knotted and with their spunk in, and however much we tried, I couldn't come and Toby just laughed at us and called us losers."
"No wonder you were lashing out. At one stage I nearly got up and went and slept in your room."
"Don't you see? If you had done, Cholmondeley and Jack would have won." William just looked nonplussed.
"Who did win?"
"I don't know. We were disqualified because of the bike incident, but Jack and Toby weren't. It was like at my last school where I got the blame and the other boy didn't."
"You've got to forget your old school, Kieran."
"I thought I had, but you can't control your dreams. Anyway, what are we going to do today?"
"Can we go into town? I want to buy some lycras."
"We'll have to walk. Neither of us can cycle trussed up as we are."
"And can we do some boyspotting?"
"Goes without saying, my dear boy, or at least we can try."
Kieran and William made an odd pair as they walked along the pavement towards town. William minced like a geisha girl practising her walking while holding a fifty pence piece clenched between her buttocks. Kieran's every step caused the padlock on his device to bounce and chink against the cage. While doing this, Kieran was trying to link his little finger with William's.
"Kieran," said William, "you know that photo and poster in your room, the one of you and Orlando?"
"Yes."
"Is Orlando the only boyfriend you've ever had?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Why did you split up?"
"Because he went to university."
"Couldn't you keep together?"
"We talked it through and decided it would be difficult to remain committed to one another. He'd meet new people at uni, I'd meet new people at College. We thought it would be unfair to expect the other to abstain from sex."
"So was he the only boy you've had sex with?"
"No, before I met Orlando I'd had sex with a number of boys at school."
"Full sex?" asked William, pushing the envelope.
"No. Quickies, you know, jerk offs and BJs."
"Didn't that make you a slut?"
"You cut to the quick, don't you?" William grinned. "I suppose it does, but after meeting Orlando I wanted to get rid of that image. Mind you, it has its advantages. Lots of different boys and lots of sex, but when you meet someone you're really fond of, you don't want that sort of thing any more, especially the reputation. Why do you want to know all this, William?"
"It's just that I've been thinking. I'm not just gay. I like sex as well, particularly after the past few days. So I was wondering whether I should have a regular boyfriend or become a slut as you call it."
"No. As you called it. I'm not having that. You were the first one to mention the word slut. Having a boyfriend's better. You can have as much sex as the two of you want and remain safe." Kieran was wondering where all this was leading to. So far it had brought them to the square in the middle of town. There were quite a few young people gathered there. They were allowed to skateboard in one corner and in another the council had put together a course for BMX bikes. "How's your plug feel?"
"Okay. I'm getting used to it now. Actually I rather like the feeling. How about your cage?"
"It's doing its job. It's funny really. It makes me feel really horny and makes my dick swell, then stops it. It's rather a nice feeling." They looked around for talent, but were disappointed.
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