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Toby at the Beach, Part 3-alt

Fiction by SensoryOverlord, 20210724
Strong sexual content: Cons, NC, Ffmm, CFNM, teens, mast, exhib, org-denial.
All names of persons, organisations and products in this story are fictional.

Preface
This is an extension by Sensory Overlord, of Mogg's wonderful tale Toby at the Beach.

Mogg's story can be read here:
* Part 1, posted 25 November 2019 http://moggstories.blogspot.com/2019/11 ... beach.html
* Part 2, posted 18 December 2019 http://moggstories.blogspot.com/2019/12 ... art-2.html
* Part 3, posted 2 February 2020 http://moggstories.blogspot.com/2020/02 ... art-3.html

You should read Mogg's 1 & 2 before this extension. Also bear in mind that Mogg has not approved this, and the events portrayed here should in no way be taken as cannon, or any kind of restriction on the direction Mogg may wish to take his own story in future chapters. This is an 'alternate universe', diverging from Mogg's story at the point where his Part 2 ends.

As readers of my past works will know, my writing style and general themes are quite different from Mogg's. I am not attempting to achieve stylistic continuity with Mogg's story, only consistency with the initial scenario he created.

Mogg also has many other fine series, including
'The PE Club' http://moggstories.blogspot.com/2019/11 ... art-1.html
Which I highly recommend. Just saying...


Toby at the Beach, Part 3-alt -- Not So Secret Hideout (1 of 3)

Leaving the icecream parlour, Toby set off along the esplanade in the direction he'd seen Roger take a few minutes ago. He was very conflicted. On the one hand he was nude. The idea of walking completely bare down the busy sidewalk in front of the line of beachfront shops, was bad enough. He wouldn't have been able to face it at all, if today had been the first time his mother had paraded him around nude in public. But it had happened before, and he knew it would again. He hated it, but could do it.

This though was the first time he'd walked down a street naked and by himself. Even worse, his erection had not fully subsided. Still plumped up it swung heavily as he walked, curving out and down at around forty five degrees. Back in the shop it had popped up to nearly full erection just because his new friend Roger mentioned wanking, and his body automatically reminded him how badly he needed to. Now he was strenuously trying to not think of wanking, willing it to go down, torn between attempting to cover his misbehaving penis with his hands (which would draw attention to it), or just pretending everything is fine. This wasn't helped by every single girl and woman he walked past, staring directly at it.

Another problem was that he didn't have any arranged meeting place with Roger. Only a vague plan to meet up, go to a secret hideout Roger knew of, and wank. He didn't know where to meet, or where the hideout was, so setting off along the street was rather a Hail Mary hope. One he'd never have braved, if not for how badly he needed that wank, and how things would go for him if he missed this rare opportunity. All of which he had to avoid thinking about, or his penis would erect again.

So he strolled along the footpath, trying to look inconspicuous while naked, casual while seething with need. And pretend he had no particular purpose in mind, while internally struggling on a knife edge of erection control, avoiding thinking about his motives for being there.

After a block and a half, the shops and crowds were thinning out and he'd seen no sign of Roger. He was preparing to give up and admit this wasn't going to happen. Which lead to thoughts of how badly his next week would go, and _that_ wasn't helping his semi-erection subside either. Then he spotted Roger, sitting in a bus stop shelter. Roger was looking down the street in the direction he'd come from, and had spotted Toby first. He waved and stood up as Toby approached.

"Hello. You got away then. It seemed like your mom wasn't happy about you going? That Brenda...!"

"Yeah, she's as bad as my mom. Agreeing with mom that I shouldn't be allowed swim trunks at the beach at all! But mom let me go. I was surprised, it's not really like her. Where's this hideout?"

Roger began walking. "Follow me. About another block, you know that place where there are some old empty shops? It's neat, you'll see."

They walk in awkward silence, then Roger observes. "It looks like you need it, right? I'm sorry I mentioned wanking in the icecream shop. Didn't know just the idea would make you get hard, even with your mom and that Brenda there to see it. Your mom is very strict huh? You don't get to wank so often then?"

"Strict! Not half! Apart from school I'm hardly ever allowed out of her sight. In the holidays I'm lucky if she goes out and leaves me at home once a week. No privacy. Yeah, it's been a while... Don't make me think about it. Not out here. You'll... I can't help it."

"Wow. I'm lucky, my mom doesn't seem to care much. She even caught me a couple of times. First time she just walked in, looked as shocked as I was, then backed out right away and shut the door. Didn't mention it later. My bedroom door doesn't have a lock, but normally she won't come in without warning. The second time was kind of weird. She'd snuck the door open slightly while I was on my bed, on my back with nothing on, jerking off."

"I didn't notice the door because I had my eyes closed, and she came right in. The first thing I knew about it was when I started spurting. She made a kind of squeek noise, and I opened my eyes. My mom was standing right next to the bed watching me keep squirting, I couldn't stop... By the time I finished she looked as angry as I've ever seen her. But she didn't say anything, just turned around and walked out. Didn't close the door that time. Nothing happened afterwards, so I don't know..."

"My mom would have used the strap on me if that happened. Probably every day for a week. She takes a dim view of me even getting erect, usually. Which after a while... makes things difficult. It's... like now. You see..."

Roger glances at Toby, walking beside him. Toby is fully erect now, his shaft standing out rigidly and wagging as he walks. "Huh. That gets pretty big when it's hard. Way to draw attention, nudie. But it's OK, we're nearly there. I don't think there's anyone close enough to notice you."

They walk another half minute in silence, the sidewalk all to themselves. The Roger stops. "Here we are, just in here."

There's a short row of dilapidated, disused looking shop fronts. Roger paused by one that used to be a kiosk, years ago selling hamburgers according to the well faded signs. Beside them is a narrow, concrete-paved walkway gap between the kiosk and an equally run down building of indistinguishable purpose.

Roger looks up and down the street, and Toby does too. There's nobody nearby, no one seems to be paying them any mind. Toby follows Roger into the gap, barely wider than a door. It's open to the sky and the buildings on both sides are only single story so there is plenty of light. No capable graffiti artist ever bothered with this space, and the few paint scrawls are mostly overgrown by the moss creeping upwards from the damp pavement. The afternoon sun makes a brilliantly illuminated slash along the top of one wall.


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Brenda had quickly caught sight of Toby some distance down the street when she stepped out of the icecream parlor. A thought had occured to her and she'd popped back inside to ask Mrs Robbins a question. Coming out onto the street again by now Toby was out of sight, but some brisk walking in the right direction had brought him back into view. She'd been trailing Toby when he met Roger at the bus stop, then followed the two of them. Keeping enough distance and mingling with people around to not stand out. When the boys stopped at an old hamburger kiosk, they both looked around in a painfully guilty manner. Brenda had stepped partly into the entrance of an old public building. There were only a few others around, all distant, and none seemed to pay the boys any attention. Brenda caught sight of Toby's full erection standing up and swinging as he turned in her direction. They didn't see her, and slipped into a gap between the two old buildings.

She keeps walking slowly, pretending to be looking at something on her phone. Actually she's watching all the few people in sight on the street, calculating her moment of entry for when no one will be looking that way. She's strolling casually along the sidewalk, as if she has no particular destination in mind. Inwardly she's extremely pleased. Back in the icecream shop she'd seen Toby's brief erection and sensed the boys talk of 'play' hinted at something naughty. She'd taken on the job of keeping a watch on them, thinking her imagination was being too active, and this would probably be boring and silly. But now Toby has a full erection. Even so distant it looked like quite an impressive size and _very_ erect. She thinks this watching business isn't going to be boring at all.

At the gap between the buildings she doesn't even look around, just turns into the space without breaking stride as if that's where she is supposed to be going. Though since some distance from the entrance she'd made sure to tread very lightly, silently. After a couple more paces she's out of sight to anyone on the street. There's no sign of the boys either, which is good. She didn't want to walk right into them.

She carefully tiptoes further between the rundown kiosk and other building. The broken concrete paving in the gap ends about half way down, next to a side door (closed) into the kiosk. After that there's an old wooden gate on the path (partly open) with dense wild greenery behind, grown right up to the gate and invading between the slats, fixing it in place. Beyond the gate the plants seem intertwined and impenetrable, wound together with creeper vines clinging to the walls. The gap between the gate and wall is enough to be passable, except it's a tangle of greenery. Then she notices an opening low to the ground, with some scuff lines among the fallen leaves.

She can faintly hear their voices ahead. They've pushed along the building gap through the folliage and gone around the rear corner. If she follows their path she'd probably make some noise in the bushes, and they would hear her.

She tries the door into the kiosk, and surprisingly the dusty, corroded old handle turns and it opens. She swings the door inwards carfully, without a sound. When it's only open narrowly it jams against something unmoving, but she is very slim and able to fit the gap. She carefully closes the door as soon as she squeezes through.

Inside it's dim, with a little indirect light in the passage from dirty windows at the shop front and distant rear. The obstruction is a klunky old-fashioned refigerator lying on its side in the entrance space. Spiderwebs everywhere, a thick layer of dust on the floor without footprints. Random junk scattered about in the gloom. After a few moments her eyes adjust enough for her to step carefully over and around the obstacles, heading towards the rear of the building.

She finds herself in a back room that was a laundry; featuring an old concrete tub, rusty iron water pipes and other ancient clutter. The one window is grimed by age and has tattered curtains, mostly closed but frayed to nothing towards the bottom. The lowest pane is fractured, with a missing triangle of glass. A dense climbing vine outside has grown over part of the window too. Still she can see well enough into the small overgrown yard at the back, enclosed by vine-traced rough blank brick walls of other buildings on three sides and the back of this kiosk on the fourth.

There's an old weatherbeaten brown leather couch in bright sunlight just a few meters away, backed up against greenery of the opposite wall. Toby is standing facing away from her, taking in the place, the few bits of rusting junk lying on the ground, and an old broken clothes hoist in a corner, becoming one with the vines from a wall. Roger is brushing fallen leaves off the couch.

She has a very good view centered on the sunlit old couch, but with her wall being in shadow and vines over the window, filthy glass, tattered curtain, and dim room interior, they have no chance of seeing her. She can even hear them clearly.

She gets out her phone and starts video recording. She adjusts the screen brightness way down, so there's no chance the light from it could illuminate her face, then props the phone up sideways against a conveniently situated corroded old tap on the tub sideboard. The lens has a perfect landscape view of the couch and boys through the broken pane.

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Roger is still standing at the couch, facing Toby. He slides off his shorts, jocks and t-shirt, draping them over the back of the couch. Siting down naked at one end of the couch, he leans back, his penis already partially erect. Taking hold of it he starts stroking, rapidly erecting. He's looking at Toby and asks "Cor, it's like that and you didn't even touch it! So how long has it been since you...?"

Toby turns around to sit at the other end of the couch, and Brenda has to control a giggle again. She'd seen Toby erect back in the icecream shop, and thought it impressive. Especially in contrast to his complete lack of hairs. But now... As he settles back into the couch, legs spread and facing directly towards her, his erection is standing up rigidly. It seems a lot larger now than it had in the icecream shop, and the glans is definitely much more swollen and dark. She feels a thrilling anticipation, that probably, some time soon, she'll have an opportunity to have a _very_ close examination of it. And who knows...

"Two weeks! And that wasn't even... I don't have any privacy at home. Mom doesn't like me closing my door, even at night. She's always coming and going, checking up on me. If she sees me get hard most anytime I get in trouble and she gives me a spanking or uses that strap. I don't know which is worse, when she gives me a bath in the evening or when she gets me out of bed in the morning. I'm always hard in the morning and if it doesn't go down quickly... I get a spanking. Mornings are not so bad for a while after I manage to have a wank, but the longer I go without... The last three mornings I got spanked. I'm getting so bonky, it just doesn't want to go down."

"How did you.... what happened two weeks ago?"

"It was the weekend, Saturday. For about a year she's been letting me stay home when she goes shopping on the weekend. Other times I get to be alone... well, almost never. Hasn't happened for months. So, it had been a week since the last time. She went shopping. I never know how long she'll be out and sometimes she comes back really soon. So I have to wait a while, then do it quickly. Just you know, jerk it till it spurts. That time I was in the bathroom, and juuust as I was tensing up to start cumming I thought I heard a noise, like her key in the front door.

So I panicked and it stopped before really beginning. No contraction just a weak little dribble. Almost nothing. Ahhh it felt awful! The worst... to stop just when you expected to cum hard, it's terrible. Makes you feel so desperate... But I had to pull my pants on and go see if it was her. By the time I was sure there was nothing I was really wishing I could do it again."

"I thought she might come back at any moment, so I was afraid to start again. She didn't come home for nearly an hour. Realizing I _could have_ just made it worse. Stopping like that, after a whole week... I wanted to finish so badly. It felt worse than not having cum at all. I'd been aching hard the whole time, trying to decide whether to do it or not..."

Roger is grinning, while still stroking his erection. "Ha ha... sorry, but it is pretty funny. So, you still had a hard on when she came home? Did she see it?"

"Yeah but I was wearing a baggy t-shirt so she didn't see. I think. She got me to bring some shopping bags in from the car, and by the time I finished that it had mostly gone down. I don't think she noticed. I was going nuts... Still feeling like I really needed it. But on Sunday she didn't go out. I thought maybe next weekend... That week was not fun. It was staying hard a while after bathtimes right from the start."

"Then last weekend she took me shopping with her, both days. I don't know why, she just did. A disaster. This last week has been really Hell. Yesterday Saturday she took me to visit one of her friends. I was hoping maybe after the beach today she'd go out, but we stayed most of the day. I was thinking I wouldn't get a chance at all and it would be a another week... A couple of years ago three weeks, four, wouldn't be such a big deal. But this time... It seems to be getting worse a lot faster than I remember from when I first.. you know. I'm getting desperate. I haven't had to go three weeks for oh, I don't know... since last year?"

He puts a hand to his erection, touching it with just one fingertip, pushing it then letting it spring back.

"Wow, I love the feeling when it's this hard. If I don't need to worry about mom..."

"Wait, you said she gives you baths? Oh man... that must suck."

"Yeah, it's... I'm fourteen! I can wash myself. But the trouble is... she washes me, you know, all over. This... when she washes that she handles it a lot, pulls the skin back then rubs the cloth all over the head... back and forth.... and it _always_ gets hard as soon as she starts. Then she starts lecturing me about how I can't control myself, she can't trust me by myself... she calls it mr winky... Mr winky is being rude again... showing his pink head all swollen up..."

"Ha ha, 'Mr Winky'! She said that in the iceream shop too. 'don’t know what’s got into Mr Winky lately' she said. Oh hell that sucks. She has no idea?"


"I don't know! I think... well maybe... She doesn't stop when I get hard in the bath, just keeps handling it and wiping while lecturing... I get all short of breath and that feeling, you know, when it's close..."

"Yeah... Did you ever, you know, spurt then?"

"Only once. A long time ago when I was eleven. It was the first time it happened to me. I'd been getting hard in the bath and mornings for months, and the bathtimes washing had been starting to feel really... strong and strange for a while. I'd get all out of breath, and she'd be always telling me I mustn't touch 'Mr Winky' while he was hard. Then that time, she was putting me to bed and I had stayed really hard ever since the bath so she'd made me go without pyjamas. She was saying I really should learn to control myself."

"She took my erection in her hand and pulled the skin down, bending it a little while telling me it how rude it looked when hard like that. Then suddenly WHAM! She kept holding it while it spurted... it went all over my tummy and there was a lot of it. She was furious and kept telling me it was disgusting and I had to learn self control and that must never happen again."

Roger cuts in, laughing. "Ha ha so that was really your first cum? Your mom? I bet she could tell it was your first too. If she'd really thought it was disgusting she would have let go! Also she saw how much came out, so she knows..."

"Um... Well she did sort of... keep moving her hand on it while I spurted. So I don't know. Since then she always... seems to know when to stop. After the bath she makes me go in the living room and watch TV with her. In my pyjamas, with the... the... slit in the front and my erection sticking out. Says she's keeping an eye on mr winky, till he stops being naughty and goes to sleep. But the bath drives me completely crazy... it can take a while to go down and I'm really... really... it's terrible! The worst part is having to pretend I don't feel anything, like it's no big deal and I'm not going nuts. If I do anything at all that looks like I feel horny... she offers to help calm Mr Winky down. She means with the strap on my bottom."

"Gosh, it's getting even bigger! Are you...?"

"Just thinking about... about another week of bathtimes without any relief! How full I am already and what another week would be like. Now instead I get to spurt soon.... it feels like it's going to explode! But so nice. It's so rare I get a chance to really enjoy a wank. With no worry about getting it done as quickly as possible, cleaning up the mess, being caught, all that. This place is really cool. It's like a secret hideout. You can tell from the leaves on the ground and stuff that no one ever pushes through to here. I want to... to make it a really great one. Not too quick."

"I come here maybe once a week. Don't need to often since I can usually wank at home. But when I come here... you saw me clearing those spider webs in the side bushes with the stick? Those are always there. Never broken except by me. I spread the leaves flat again as I leave. So yeah, no one else ever comes back here. We can take our time. Make the best of it. Hey, you know what you should... do to make it feel amazing?"

"What?"

"Um... when your mom, in the bath... she rubs it then stops... how close do you get?"

"Sometimes, really close. Like if she didn't stop, I'd be getting another arse whacking."

"But it feels so intense, doesn't it?"

"Yes but it's _awfull_! So... frustrating. Also humiliating, that she makes me feel like that."

"Well... you're thinking it's awful and frustrating because you know you won't get to cum. But really, if you only think about how it feels... can you honestly say it isn't a great feeling to be so turned on? I bet you actually enjoy how she touches your erection and how hard you get.. You can't tell me those don't feel nice."

I... yes, of course it does. It wouldn't get hard if it didn't feel nice. It's just that knowing..."

"Yeah, knowing you won't cum, sure... But I bet even when you're sitting there watching TV, your 'Mr Winky' ha ha, still sticking up hard and your mum staring at it, it _still_ feels good doesn't it? Even the full feeling feels good. It's just the thought you won't cum, and might get the strap that's not fun."


"But that's the point! Yes, it does feel good, and every day that goes by without cumming it feels 'nicer' I suppose. More full, more hard, but more likely I'll get that strap. Which is definitely something I'd prefer to avoid!"


Roger laughs. "Ha ha ha! Imagine if she didn't strap you to make 'Mr Winky' go to sleep. How many weeks do you think it would take before you had a permanent erection? How would it feel when she bathed you, and got you right up close to cumming, but stopped, every night? Then you'd sit in the TV room, throbbing hard and so full. I bet if you didn't have a straping to worry about, you'd barely be able to think of anything except how you'd feel, day after day, getting fuller and fuller. How much you wished you could cum, but also how intense it's feeling to just sit there full and hard. Oh man..."

Toby sighs. "Yeah... That's actually a thought I try to avoid. I mean, really avoid at the TV evenings. I don't understand why, but thinking about going for more days without cumming, makes me harder. Or... well if that's not possible already, makes it stay hard for longer. It's a kind of trap... like 'don't think of elephants.' Don't think of feeling more and more horny, mom washing me and keeping on touching my erection while she lectures me, then watching me sit at the TV, sticking up hard... and how I'm probably doomed to a strapping... with no... and then..."

Toby pauses, clearly hesitant. Roger prompts him. "And then? What happens with the strapping and after?"

Sighing, Toby continues. "For the strapping... she always... makes me take off everything. I have to bend over, holding the edge of the table. She only ever gives a few strokes, but it really hurts."

Another pause, till Roger prompts him again. "Yeah, but does it work? Does 'My Winky'...?"

Toby shakes his head. "It _used_ to work. I'd lose the erection, get put to bed. But more and more, it seems to be that it doesn't work. Actually... sometimes... more often lately, seems like it has the opposite effect. I just get harder. I dunno. The strapping seems to remind me that I won't get to cum, and what's happening that night and more likely again following nights... She... she puts me to bed, still no pyjamas, but she... ties my wrists and ankles to the bed. I'm on my back, spread with not much movement. Nights are warm at the moment, so no covers. I just... lie there, hard dick sticking up in the air. It's unbear..."

Roger interjects, excitedly. "No! It's sooooo hot! Holy shit, she ties you up!? Really, can't you see it yourself? You're full, you're hard, it feels great, the strapping is over, now you're thinking about how you still aren't going to get to cum for ages. You're frustrated, soooo horny.... and you're tied up so there's no way you can even touch yourself... Does she ever come back to check on you? When you're still hard?"

Toby is silent for a while, grappling with this new view of his experiences. Finally he shakes his head as if waking from a dream. "Uh, yes. Quite often. Mostly she just walks past the door, glancing in. Sometimes she'll come in and just stand there, looking at me. Well, at my erection mostly. She almost never says anything, just leaves pretty quickly. A few times... I've woken up in the night suddenly, when uh..."

Roger is busy with his own imagination and doesn't prompt Toby on that. Leaning back in the couch and tensing his hips up into the air. Lightly stroking his now very rigid erection, he sighs, eyes closed for a moment. "There's something about that scene which _really_ turns me on. I've never tried going for long without cumming. Now you've got me curious about it. Not just never cumming, but also being brought close, every day. It's just... wow. I can barely imagine. Getting close then stopping always makes being horny so much more intense."

Neither of them speaks for a minute. Then Roger continues. "So, that's a pretty amazing story. I can sympathise, but wow... it's exciting too. And you know, you said it's been two weeks, but _really_ it's more like three. That dribble barely took the edge off having not come for a week already, right?. Ha ha... three weeks, that's so hot. No wonder you're popping up like that on the slightes mention of getting off. Today is different though. Today you don't have to worry about what your mom would do. You can try something different. Well here's a suggestion."

He glances at Toby, gauging interest. He's looking a bit dazed, but listening so Roger explains.

"What if you did it yourself, get really close then stop? When you know you can start again and get yourself off when you want to? I do that most times. It's fantastic. Stop juuuust before it's too late, wait a little while, then do it again. Each time the feeling gets even more awesome. Like each time the pressure gets stronger, till you can barely think straight. You only get this once each bath, but if you do it a few times in a row the feeling is just... stupendous. Then when you do spurt it's mindblowing. Sounds like you would have lots of experience with just when to stop, from having your mom do it every evening. But she only does that once, right? Gets you close then stops. You should try doing it few times in a row, no gaps! I'm going to do that now. You should try it."

"I... I don't know..."

"So what, are you just going to sit there staring at your hard dick? Look... I'm starting, see? Wait till you see what it looks like when I stop. It's pretty hot. I want to see you do that... go on... nnnnhhhhh...ohhh yesss..."

Roger starts jacking his hard cock in earnest, lying back and letting out a sigh of pleasure.
Toby nodded, as if to give himself permission. Then wraps his right palm around his shaft and starts stroking. The bright sunlight forms a pool, spotlighted on them among the wild-growing shrubs and weeds of the small backyard space.

In the dingy laundry, Brenda is beside herself with glee. She had suspected the boys were up to something naughty, but hadn't expected to hit this goldmine. She checks her phone is recording, and how many minutes of storage it has spare. Plenty. Over two hours. Surely that will be enough?

For a moment she considers that she should interrupt immediately. Then decides of course not. Mrs Robbins will certainly take a dim view of this behavior, but would want to see how far the boys go when left to themselves. Within reason of course. She's been intrigued to hear the revelations of Toby's home life and the difficulties his poor mother has had, keeping Toby in check. Boys! She finds herself a comfortable sitting position on an old milk crate, eyes just above the level of the tub.

At first Toby is quite tentative with his stroking, though much more vocal than Roger who is almost silent while stroking rapidly and hard. Toby's initial method is to stroke lightly a few times, moaning softly while watching Roger's rapid masturbation, then as his own hips begin to thrust upwards repetetively he speeds up the strokes and loudness of his panting moans. Quite quickly then he lets go, leaving his erection standing free and thrusting up as his hips keep undulating. At this point he looks back at his own erection, still gasping.

"Oh... ohhh... ouhhhh... Oh... Gosh, it's so sensitive! I can barely touch it without... ohhhhh.... blowing right away.... urrrhhh... two weeks, uh yeah more like three.. but I want to make it last now. I wish I could do it hard like you are... but it's... just too..."

"Yeah, wow, it _looks_ like you are about to blow... You _can_ stop though. Wow, the way your hips keep pushing... looks soooo horny. Are you doing that deliberately?"

"Um... not really? uuunnhhhh.... It's just.... um. I can stop it, see? .... But I don't want to... Mostly just letting it... mmmm..."

"Well, why stop? I looks hot. You should keep stroking... I guess it's so sensitive because you do it so rarely... But it will get less over-the-top sensitive the more you do it now. Give it a few minutes..."

Toby starts stroking again, a little more actively. "Mmm... yes, I'm going....to... Uhhnnnnn.... Ahhhhhh.... Yeah, that feels... ohhhhh...."

His hips begin thrusting almost immediately. Roger continues his own erection play, silently watching Toby. After a few moments he makes a suggestion.

"Gosh, you look really desperate to cum. I bet you are not going to be able to make it last long. But you should really try. I have an idea, stop for a moment so I can tell you. Hey... Hey! Stop, or you'll..."

"Ohhhh ....Uh... OK OK... I've stopped... yeah, I think I... you're right, I would have... Ahhhh it's soooo intense! You don't seem to be having that problem? You didn't stop once yet. Aren't you? When did you do it last?"

Roger is still stroking himself strongly, with the only obvious effect that he's grown very rigid. "Oh me? Well yesterday morning. Normally it would have been also last night, and this morning, but... other things happened. So you know... It seems like longer than usual for me, but I'm not as desperate as you. Somehow... just knowing you didn't get to spurt really for three weeks... imagining what that must feel like is making me more horny. Weird huh?"

"Ha, one day. That's so funny. Ohhhhh! I'm feeling soooo full. You're right, it's a great feeling, so strong! This is great! I really do want to take this one slow and enjoy it. Just not sure I can..."

"Understandable. What you need is some extra incentive. To remember to stop... So I have an idea. Let's have a competition! We'll both keep edging, first person to squirt is the loser and has to do a dare. One thing the winner tells him to do."

"A dare, like what?" Toby grabs his erection and strokes it a few times, lets go. "What kind of... also it's a really unfair competition, since I've gone over two weeks and you've... just one day. I don't like this idea much. I'd be sure to lose."

"Well the idea is to make you try harder! Also, how about something to even things up. I'll watch you, and remind you to stop when I think you are too close. But you never remind me. And if you cum when I didn't remind you to stop just before, then I lose. So it's my job to help you win. How about that?"

"Um... So if you cum first, I win. If I cum, after you didn't remind me to stop, I win. Only if you remind me, and then I still cum, I lose? Wait... there has to be... some sort of margin. You can't wait till I'm juuuust about to cum, then 'remind me' seconds before so I lose. That's not fair. Maybe if... Hmmm... The only way I lose is if you tell me to stop, and I don't stop stroking within 5 seconds? If I cum in the five seconds then you reminded me too late, and I win?"

Roger considers this for a while, silently. He's still stroking, but slows down, looking at Toby's erection standing stiffly. "Well that's.... huh. I guess it can work. I have to always tell you to stop at least five seconds before I guess you might cum. It can be longer too. I could just make you stay stopped, but where's the fun in that? I'd just do almost nothing myself too. No one wins. Oh, and you have to start stroking when I say, otherwise you could just wait me out. But no fun there for you! OK?"

"Um... Well, I guess so.... alright."

"OK! Deal. Hey, your dick is starting to drip pre-cum already! A lot. Cool. But you're not so close to cumming now, so get to work! Stroke it a bit harder too."

Inside the old laundry, Brenda is holding her sides to not laugh out loud. Boys! So incredibly naughty, and also making it so complicated? She's having trouble even working out their new game rules in her head, and she's certain Mrs Robbins will take an extremely dim view of all this. But it does seem best to just let it play out. What's actually going to happen? She's very glad the sunlight on the couch is so bright, and her phone records good quality video.

This time Toby puts some real effort into stroking himself, gripping tightly and moving his hand quickly. After only a few strokes he stops again, hips thrusting hard, gasping.

A few moments later he starts again, gasping in pleasure, glancing across at Roger then back at his own stroking. He doesn't speak again for little while, then lets go suddenly with a gasp. He pants heavily for a minute than grasps lightly and strokes again.

This pattern repeats for a while, neither speaking apart from gasps and sighs. Toby is doing short bursts of light stroking while Roger keeps going more firmly without pause, only slowing down now and then.

To Brenda, it's clear both boys are becoming more and more excited. Which is fascinating to her, but she is starting to have a problem. Her body is trying to distract her with its own arousal. Her pulse is rising and she can feel her sex warming up, becoming so wet she starts to leak. She shifts on the milk crate, settling her skirt out over the back of the crate so it won't become stained. Her panties... she considers going with the flow and fingering herself, but decides she doesn't want to be distracted, doesn't want to miss any of this amazing scene. In particular she wants to be sure to pick her moment. Dealing with her own arousal can wait.

But there is a problem... sitting on the milk crate in just her thin panties is uncomfortable. The narrow plastic strips are too sharp. She looks around and sees an old, dusty newspaper on a shelf under the sink. Picking it up, only the outer sheet is dusty so she quietly peels off a few outer pages, and lays the thick clean newspaper remainder on the crate. The paper makes a soft crinkling sound as her weight settles on it carefully, but the boys don't notice and she's suddenly entirely comfortable. Only now her primary discomfort and distraction is the feel of her own wetness seeping into her panties. She lifts up and pulls the crotch to one side of her pubes, leaving her slit bare. There are no tissues, but the newspaper will be absorbent. She settles back down to enjoy the show.

Outside the same pattern continues for few more cycles of Toby stroking lightly and fast a few times then stopping, while Roger keeps up a steady pace. Finally during one of his pauses Toby speaks.

"Ahhhh! Oohhhh that's... oh wow... ooohhhhh...." He's silent a few breaths more then grips and strokes again, but very slowly. "Uuunnhhhhh.... Oh, that's... ohh.... you know.... this is... ohhhh... I always do it in a uhhnnnn... big rush so I've never been... uuhhhhhh... never... had a chance to... to... oohhhhhhhh..."

He lets go again, moving his hand right away and staring at his rigid erection. The pre-cum has been smeered all over, making it glisten wetly in the sublight. "I don't think I ever even stopped and just looked at it like this. Oh wow... it looks so red, so swollen, so... slick. Look how big the... the head is!"

(End 1 of 3. Continued...)

(2 of 3)

He touches a finger to the side of his purpled glans, stroking along the curve. His erection jerks, pushing up further, breaking contact with his finger. A pulse of clear fluid oozes down from the tip. He touches a finger to the dribble, wiping it upwards to the tip again then smearing it around on the glans. "Ohhhhh it's so slippery. There's always some of this, but ahhhh.... trying to be quick I don't really... notice it. Not so much. Ohhhh... the head is soooo sensitive..."

He's silent a few moments, still lightly smearing the pre-cum around on his glans with a single finger. Then he grasps the shaft with his other fist and switches to stroking the glans with several well coated fingers of his right hand. "Mmmmm.... yeah this is _great_! I feel sooooo full inside, like really, really desperate to spurt. My body wants to _right now_ but oohhhh that makes everything soooo intense. It's fantastic! Knowing I will come for sure, that I get to choose to take it slow for once... enjoy all the feelings, the way it looks. Ahhhh.... so horny! This makes... even the two weeks.... ahhhhhh.... well... worth it now. So it feels like this now... I almost... wish it was totally three..."

Toby lets go completely again, gazing at his erection.

"Uhhhhh.... I want to do this more. Can we come here again? I think maybe I can get my mum to let me go out and play, if I go with someone like today. She's always saying I spend too much time inside, that I should get more exercise. I like this exercise, ha ha!"

He glances across to Roger, who is still stroking his own erection steadily, though he's begun to pant noticably and squirm his hips. "How are you going?"

Roger answers a lot less calmly than he'd spoken last time. He's still staring at Toby's erection. "Oh, uhh... I... OK... it's well... I never did this with anyone before and I... seem to be getting close uhhhh... faster than, than I'm used to. I think... Uh...."

He keeps stroking, saying nothing more.

Toby laughs. "Ha ha... I think you'd better stop for a moment! I do want this to last... oh... we have over an hour? I have to get home on time, but that's... Anyway I want to win but not so fast eh?

Roger stops, letting go and nodding. "Yeah... yeah, I was getting a bit... right, I need to go slower. Speaking of going, you're really not doing it much. That's not fair! Start again now. And so far you always stopped before you really needed to. This time... do it slow like you were last, but don't stop till I tell you to. Don't worry, I'll say stop in time... I'm going to pay attention, since I have to leave mine alone for a little while. You're right I was getting close. Mmm... I love the way it... the feeling of wanting to cum, gets so much stronger when you're close to cumming. Teasing it... seeing how close you can take it to the edge... Isn't it neat?"

Toby has started stroking slowly as instructed. Now he shakes his head rapidly. "No! It's _not_ great, when it's my mom doing it to me every night in the bath. Knowing I'm not going to have any... relief, it's.... well, I don't know. I suppose it's... the feeling is... the same as this, isn't it? Being so horny, full and throbbing hard. But having her angry with me for being hard... and talking about strapping me if 'Mr Winky' doesn't behave himself... while she keeps washing me, and it's like somehow by chance she always stops when I'm right on the edge, exactly, every time... you think that is 'neat'?"

Roger chuckles "Heh heh, yes absolutely! That's soooo hot. Do you seriously think it's 'by chance'? No, I reckon your mom is deliberately edging you and knows what she's doing. Which is... so she edges you every night, you are lucky to get to cum once a week and now it's been sort of more than two weeks so you are frantic... just look at your cock, it looks like it will explode! The veins standing out like that, and today you are going to shoot over two weeks worth... It's beyond neat, it's awesome. I think so anyway."

"No way, it's just... she just thinks I'm a little kid and... and... erections are nasty. Or something. I don't understand why she's like that. She believes..."

"Doesn't matter what she believes, she's still edging you every night, 'somehow' knows exactly when to stop, and doesn't give you any chance to cum for whole weeks. I'm going to just go ahead and assume she knows exactly what edging and holding inside does to a guy. Even if she pretends to herself that she's only stopping you being naughty, somewhere inside she knows what she's doing. Now I get to see you being soooo desperate, and think about your mom teasing you every night. This is... wow, I can't even describe how hot this is. No! Don't stop stroking yet, I can see you are not really..."

Roger stops speaking suddenly as a new idea occurs to him. He considers it briefly then begins again, more forcefully, with a new purpose.

"Anyway, you want to come here again? Sure! But I'm gonna... I want you to always take a long time before you blow one out here. It's such a turn on, knowing you are so full, so... well teased. Shit, I thought I could tease myself a lot. But I'm an... amateur I guess. Compared to yo... no, compared to your mom. Hey, I bet you won't be able to come play every week, right? Sometimes it will be two weeks? Maybe more?"

"Well, I... ooohhhhhh... uuhhhhhhh...... I guess so... she... oooooo.... hhhh..... I might not... unnn..."

Toby is till stroking, but has suddenly started squirming and thrusting his hips up strongly, as Roger asked those last questions. Roger grins.

"See, I'm right. It does turn you on more, thinking about having to go for a long while without cumming. Makes you even more desperate to cum right now... no don't stop yet. Keep stroking just like that, slow... slow... till I say stop. Think about... she saw you spurt once. She knows something at least about sex, since she had you. She has to know it builds up inside guys. She's got to be trying to make sure it does. Every bath time... annnnd.... _STOP_!"

Brenda had been just about to jump up and intervene, when Roger called out 'stop'. Early on she'd assumed that her letting this scene continue would probably be frowned upon by Toby's mom. But she'd found it so exciting, and wasn't really sure. Hearing the revelations about Toby's bathtimes had given her second thoughts — maybe Mrs Robbins really was deliberately teasing him, and would be interested in seeing this kind of thing? Roger's comments on that had strengthened her doubt. Should she let this continue? How long?

It didn't help that by now she was having serious difficulty resisting the call from between her thighs. She _wanted_ to let this continue, as long as possible. She also has to think about how she'll intervene. There's that leafy crawl... and the spiders. She'd heard Roger mention swiping the webs away with a stick, but the webs come back. That means... the spiders are still around in there? Still, worth it. She's just not eager to face them in a hurry.

When told to stop, Toby had taken at least three seconds to remove his hand from his erection. She'd counted it in her head, 'one thousand, two thousand, three thousand, f...' till his hand suddenly let go, flying back with his fingers extended as his will overcame desire. Now he's writhing on the couch, his face in a grimace, while his rigid erection bobs free, visibly pulsing.

"OOoohhhHHHHHHHH! Ohhhhhh that's.... OOHHHHAHHHHHHhhhh! Soooo close.... ohhhhhhh......"

Roger is staring at Toby's contortions and has resumed stroking himself vigorously. "I guess that's closer than your mom takes you in the bath, huh? How's it feel? Don't try to tell me it doesn't feel totally amazing. It _looks_ like it feels awesome."

"Uuuuuuhhhh yeah... closer... ohhhhh shit, this is... ahhhhhh... so... I can't... oh wow... fuuuuck..."

"Right, feels totally awesome, I thought so. I'm almost tempted to try going without for a couple of weeks to see for myself. You're.... hmm, still really close huh? Next time I won't cut it quite so fine. I think you should stand up and walk around a bit to calm down. And I've got something to show you. Come on, stand up."

Roger stops stroking himself again, and stands up as Toby does. As Toby walks around unsteadily in a small circle, Brenda and her phone get a fine side profile of his rigid erection. He's still in sunlight but with a dark green leafy backdrop of the rear wall in shadow. He stops, hips thrust forward as he tenses his body, sighing.

"Hhhhhhhhaaaaaa. But you'd be doing it by choice, and without the bathtime torments. Not the same thing. But... yeah, ahhhhhhh this is... yeah, it does feel amazing. Thanks for... for suggesting doing it this way... God, I don't think I've ever seen it looking so big and hard. Look how big the head is... yeah I like this. You said we should always do it slow... yeah, I will. And you know... even if it's been _three_ weeks. The thing with... with telling me to stop, that's... I like that. Sometime when it's been three weeks, you can... make sure it's... I don't cum for the longest time here."

Roger has knelt down in front of the couch, reaching underneath. As he pulls out an old battered dark gray plastic briefcase he glances to Toby. Who is still standing facing Roger, with his hips thrust out, erection rigidly standing close to vertical. Brenda is very glad he's holding that pose, in sunlight and side on to her. There's a drip of pre-cum just parting from the glans, falling on a long sticky thread, and the sunlight is catching in it making it look golden against the dark backdrop. She checks her phone and yes, the glimmering golden drop is visible on the screen too.

Holding the closed briefcase on the ground in front of the couch, still kneeling Roger is looking upwards at Toby. "Ha ha, magical! You've got a golden drip of pre-cum. Great! I'm all in favor of that idea. Making sure you don't come till the last possible moment. Especially if it's been weeks and weeks since you came. But hey, it should be the same like today. You'll be too horny to do it right, unless you stick to our game rules. The whole thing, you remember it?"

"Uh, yes.... The first one to cum loses, and has to do a dare the other choses."

"And... there's more details?"

"You... uh, you tell me when to start, and stop. You have to tell me to stop at least five seconds before I cum... or, or it wasn't enough warning and I don't lose even if I'm first to cum."

"Heh... yeah. Good. I suppose you'll just try to cum as soon as I say stop, but I'll factor that in. So, you agree you like this game. I say we'll do it every time you come here, if you want to come here at all. Deal?"

Toby doesn't answer for a few moments, thinking, and looking at the old briefcase. Roger hasn't said what is in it, but the way he's pausing before opening it, while asking 'deal?' makes it seem like he isn't going to open it unless Toby agrees. But so what... Toby quite likes this game anyway, and his throbbing erection agrees.

"OK. Every time, same rules. Deal. What's in the case?"

"Great! I'll enjoy seeing you blow two weeks of cum out. Which today I'm pretty sure will be just before I cum, so you'll lose. Now, I know you will like this. It's probably going to help you lose the game today. Just not yet I hope."

He opens the case a little, reaches in and brings out a colourful magazine. As he holds it up to show Toby, Brenda can see the cover features a naked woman. She sighs, rolling her eyes. Why should she be surprised? Roger closes the case and places the magazine on top. He opens it, flipping a few pages. From her angle Brenda can't make out much apart from the amount of skin tone on most pages.

Roger continues speaking to Toby, who has eagerly jumped back to the couch and sat down, bending forward to see the pages spread on the briefcase. Toby flips a few more pages, then stops, folding out a large three page spread and turning it towards Toby. "There. You like her? I expect with the way things are at your place, you don't have magazines like this?"

"No. Ohhhh gosh... wow... I never saw... that... she's soooo...."

"Now you know. Make sure you take a good long look, because, ha ha... you know what?"

Toby is staring mesmerised at the magazine picture, bending forward for a better look. "You, you can see right into her... her..."

"Pussy. It's called a pussy, or cunt. Or vagina if you want to sound like a doctor. But you know the best bit of you seeing this?"

"Err... she's so... look how nice her.. her boobs..."

"No not that. Well yes they are sexy, and doesn't seeing her make you feel even more horny?"

"Ohh... yes! Wow... "

"Now close your eyes. Can you still see her? Picture her in your mind. Still sexy as hell?"

"Yes! Oh..."

"Open your eyes and keep looking. This is what beautiful girls look like. Isn't it amazing? But the best thing, ha ha... I think it's really funny... now you'll always remember this. Every evening when your mom is giving you a bath, and afterwards when you're watching TV with her, trying to make your erection go down... You'll remember this, and feel even more horny. The more you try not to think of this picture, the more it will be there, making you feel horny. Reminding you of how long it was since you last came. How much longer it will be till the next time you can come here, and how it will feel edging when you are so full..."

Toby doesn't say anything, just stays leaning forward looking at the magazine picture. He's breathing heavily, cock standing up rigidly and pulsing, his legs spreading wider as his hips flex. After a few moments he looks up and across to Roger, who has sat back down on the couch and begun stroking his own erection again while taking in the scene... the magazine and Toby. Toby, his mouth open and panting, looks at Roger with a mix of glare and arousal, unable to think of anything to say.

Roger chuckles. "Heh. I think maybe your mom will be using the strap quite a bit more. Now, start stroking again Toby."

Toby doesn't hesitate. Grabbing his shaft he starts stroking it hard and fast, turning back to look at the picture again. Brenda is sure he's really trying to ejaculate now, and is getting up in a rush to go and intervene, when Roger abruptly and loudly declares "STOP!" She's surprised to see that Toby actually does stop, though moaning and squirming.

She sits down again, carefull to flip her skirt out around the crate and making a moe of annoyance as her bare sex contacts the now very wet area of the newspapers. Adjusting her panties more firmly into the crease to one side of her dripping sex, she settles back down to observe the boys. It seems Roger is determined that Toby won't be ejaculating soon, so she can wait, watching.

Roger instructs Toby to describe the picture in detail, while also talking about how it makes him feel. Toby seems to have accepted the idea of doing as Roger says, with Brenda wondering at how open Toby is being. It seems like being so aroused has made him lose his shyness entirely. Soon Roger has him start stroking again, sending Toby even more wild in the brief interval before he's ordered to stop.

Brenda watches as they both edge themselves multiple times, with Toby being told to start and stop again on a quite rapid cycle, over and over for nearly half an hour. By then Toby is going wild, barely able to restrain himself each time he approaches orgasm. He keeps talking about how desperately full he feels, and yet that makes it even more intense.

Roger too has clearly become very close. He's not stroking himself nearly so much now, mostly leaving his rigid erection freestanding while he pays close attention to Toby, making sure Toby keeps stroking in short bursts between lengthening intervals of no-touching. During which he has Toby focus his attention on the picture.

Finally Roger decides it's time for a pause. He stops himself and tells Toby to stop too, or he'll get carried away and lose the competition. Roger stands up, making Toby stand too, and walk around a little. Both their cocks are steely hard and dripping pre-cum. Roger teases Toby about how much cock-drool he's making. An almost continual stream of long clear stringy drips.

Still teasing Toby about his arousal and frustration, Roger continues. "Look at it! It just keeps dripping out. So much! Careful, don't drip it on the magazine. Wow... this is soooo cool. You're going to be like this every time you come here... I'll make sure you are. Perhaps you can come in the morning sometimes, so I can make you edge aaaall day. Imagine that... can you?"

"Oh... ahhhhh... I'm not sure I'd... want..."

"Want? But you agreed to always play the game. Unless you want to lose you have to keep stopping when I say. I'm sure I can come up with dares that you'll really want to not lose. Oh crickey your cock looks like it's going to explode. I've never seen one so... hard, veins, purple, dripping... You know something? I've found that after edging many times, if I don't go ahead and finally cum, my cock will stay rock hard for ages no matter what else I do."

Roger pauses, contemplating an idea he seems to find very amusing.

"Ha ha ha... Considering you're already so full from a couple of weeks, yours probably wouldn't go down at all. How badly do you need to cum?"

"Oh god it's... I've never felt it like this before... I thought it was intense when mom stops when I'm in the bath... but this... Wow.... This is great! "

"Imagine the disaster if you had to go home like that. But pretty hot, can you see? Your mom would be giving you a bath tonight like that... absolutely desperate! Same as always she'd bring you to the edge, then stop... you'd be watching TV like that, but it just would not go down... you'd still be dripping, and so horny you couldn't help squirming, and she'd decide to strap you. What does she do?"

Roger sits down on the couch again, this time closer to the middle. Toby sits down too, also no longer at the far end. They are in arm's length proximity now.

"She... she scolds me, sounding so disappointed that Mr Winky is being too naughty. If it's not the first night in a while, she goes on about _'again'_. She has me walk over to where she's sitting, and she undoes the buttons of my pyjama top and removes it. Folds it up carefully and puts it down beside her on the couch, while glaring at my erection sticking up out of the pyjama bottom slit and lecturing Mr Winky for being naughty. Then she undoes the pyjama waist cord, and lets them slide down. She has me step out of them, and keeps up the Mr Winky lecture while folding them too."

"So you're standing there in the TV room, next to your mom, nude with an erection? Then what?"

"She... she usually gives 'Mr Winky' a second chance. She hangs the strap over my erection, down at the base. Like it's a wall hook or something. She makes me clasp my hands behind my neck, stand up straight and don't move. If Mr Winky is sensible in the next few minutes, she says, the strap will fall down and you can just go to bed."

"Your mom is really weird, isn't she? So does it? I'm guessing... no?"

"It's... well it does work sometimes. But not when it's going on a couple of weeks, like last night. Didn't fall down. Like I said she makes me bend over, hands on the table edge. While she straps my arse. At least she doesn't do it really hard, or more than a few times. Still hurts. The red marks fade pretty quickly, see? All gone by now. I guess the cream helps."

"Cream?"

"Uh... she has a skin cream she rubs on the marks on my bottom. She says to keep the skin soft. And then... "

Toby falls silent again. Roger recognises his reluctance and prompts him. "There's more? What about when you are still erect? What then?"

Toby groans. "Urrrr... I suppose why not... Like I said, if I'm still erect she ties me to the bed, wrists and ankles spread, on my back. Then, if I'm _still_ erect she shakes her head and says something like it looks like Mr Winky is incorrigible tonight. All swollen like that he might dry out. Then she... she rubs more of the cream into the head and shaft. Yeah, you can guess. Slowly, and she's very thorough. It takes a while, well, a long while really. Feels really exciting, but just like in the bath she always knows just when to stop. She did that last night. Yes, I slept tied spread out on my back. Woke up erect still... So glad it isn't going to be a third week."

"_Fourth_ week. You keep forgetting! Oh man, sorry but that is totally wild. So some nights you get edged _twice_! The second time actually tied in bed, with her doing nothing else but teasing your cock. Also seeing you edge now, knowing that stuff has been happening, it's... perfect! Hey, I'm going to edge a few more times. Are you going to follow me, or admit defeat?"

"More I guess... It feels so great. But it's getting really hard to stop..."

"Just stop when I say then. This is sooo cool. I like seeing you stop, and struggle with your multiple weeks worth of pressure. You know... I'd hate if my mom was strict like that and I rarely got to cum, but... hearing about it is so hot! You're so horny you got hard in the ice cream shop just because I mentioned wanking, oh man... You couldn't help it and everyone saw you crack a stiffie. Including your mom and that Brenda girl. Your mom makes you go naked in public! Imagine if she really was able to stop you wanking, like ever. Like for not just a few weeks, but... months..."

"I know! I'm always afraid that might happen. I don't know how I'd... cope..."

"You'd probably end up being hard all the time. It's really quite big... More than my six. What is it, a bit over seven inches?"

"Seven and a half. There's usually no way I can hide it even in clothes. Almost everything mom buys me is... super tight, or really loose and open."

"I bet it's so big because you are so hard, so often. It must... stretch it maybe? Is it still getting bigger?"

"Uh yeah, yeah it is... Last Christmas it was seven."

"Wow, so if you were hard almost all the time, it would probably grow even faster! And she makes you go round naked in public! In front of girls. There'd be nothing you could do about it, because you'd be so horny. That's really... "

"I'd _hate_ it!"

"And yet, when you think about it, I see your cock pulsing like that. You're harder than ever. I don't think you are quite sure you'd hate it. I know I think it's flaming hot. Ha ha it's almost too bad you are here, soon to wank yourself off. Speaking of which..."

Roger grabs his own erection again, and starts stroking. He grabs Toby's wrist and shoves that hand against Toby's rigid shaft. The hand closes reflexively and Roger starts jerking the wrist up and down, kicking off Toby's pleasure. After a few stroke he lets go, and Toby continues on his own, moaning and thrusting his hips upwards.
Roger strokes himself while watching Toby's big organ being wanked.

"That's it, keep that hand stroking... yeah... ooohhhh... I'm sooooo close... and... a few more strokes... don't you dare cum... stroke it, stroke it.... annnd STOP!"

But this time Toby doesn't remove his hand. He keeps stroking, face contorting in a grimace. Roger leans over, watching closely as Toby keeps stroking. He's silent, but Brenda knows he's probably counting seconds in his head, because she is too. In suspense she silently vocalizes 'four thousand, five thousand, si' when suddenly Roger grabs Toby's wrist again, pulling his fist off his cock.

Roger sounds triumphant. "Ha ha, you LOSE!" Stop right there... do you want a spanking?"

Toby flails around, moaning, then gets himself under control. He hasn't cum. "Ahhhh! Ooooouunnnhhhhh... No, nuuuuhhh, ah so close. But I unnnhhhhhhh didn't lose yet! I didn't cum."

"Yes you lost! You lost control, went more than five seconds and I had to stop you. You _would_ have cum, that counts. Now you have to do one thing I tell you!"

"Ahhh! No... well... Ahhhhh... OK, you're right ahh... ahhhh I was about to. I'd decided to cum, knew I was going to... ohhhh fuucckkkk it's... it's.... so close but not... after I expected to, ohhhh... I can't believe how this feels... It's even worse than stopping when I knew I wouldn't cum."

"Worse?"

"Ahhh... well, no not worse. Oooohhhh... More intense. More... urgent. Ffffff..."

"Yeah, I wanted to see what happened if I let you get that close. I call that a success. You know you definitely lost, right?"

"Haaaa... ahhh... yes, I guess I lost. What are you going to...?"

"I don't know, haven't really thought about it. Maybe... ha ha, the funniest thing would be to make you go home without having cum. So you'd get your third.. no forth week after all."

He pauses for a moment, looking at Toby.

"Ha ha ha... you should see the look on your face. Like I suggested you should die or something. Well... it's an idea that appeals to _me_. But then I do want to make this a regular thing and I don't think you'd come back if I did that. I know, I'll just get you to wank me off, then I'll... Hmm, I so wanna edge you myself, a few more times before making you cum. I bet if I'm doing it I can get you reeeealy close! You look sooooo bonkers when you're on the edge. Alright, so that's the dare you have to do. Jerk me off, then you just sit on the couch and don't complain while I edge you a while, then... if you were on your best behaviour I'll make you cum. I think that will motivate you to be good. Just take the edging, or no cum for you today. Got that?"

Toby is mostly relieved to hear his dare won't be simply 'go home without cumming.' That had given him a yawning sinking feeling for a moment, but with a deeper and complex sharp edge of excitement that's hard to get a fix on. Grabbing onto the idea that he will get to cum, the detail of letting Roger edge him more seems quite OK. Appealing even, and he's still thinking that through as he agrees. "Uh... OK. I won't... uh I'll let you do... edge me, if that's what you mean by being good. It's not such a bad dare. Easy..."

Roger nods. "Good!" Then he pauses, thinking before continuing. "Um, wait, one small change. Maybe I'd better do your edges first. After I cum I'd be less motivated and might goof and let you cum too soon. But, take a hold of mine now. You can hold it and stroke a little while I'm edging you."

He grasps Toby's same wrist and brings the other's hand to his own erection. Toby hesitates a moment, then his horniness overcomes his caution. In fact he realizes he's been wondering what Roger's erection would feel like, and... it's a very interesting sensation. He's eager for this. Being edged by Roger will be frustrating but... he's coming around to agreeing that the feelings are amazing... not just despite the frustration, but including it. What will it be like, being brought to the edge by someone other than his mom? Knowing that it's deliberately a sexual thing? Also... over and over? Again that deep, complex undefined excitement wells up. This time he recognizes an association between the idea of being edged, and existing... existing... frustration. The length of time since he had any relief. What if that had been... The excitement flares wildly, making his heart race, and he realizes that for some stupid reason the concept of 'very long time without relief' seems to be crazily exciting to him.

He's surprised by the surge of anticipation this idea brings. He realizes it's not all from looking forward to jerking Roger off and seeing him cum, or even finally being brought to orgasm by Roger. Some of it... a lot of it he admits, is from the idea of being edged by Roger. With no say himself in what Roger does, because he's agreed to the dare. There are elements of how all this might affect his feelings about bath times with his mother... But the sharpest, wildest dark thrill comes from contemplating... not seriously, just supposing... that he might go home still full, and then edure weeks more of nightly edging with complete absense of relief. And then... come back here, where Roger would repeat this prolonged edging on the faded old couch, while making him tell about his last few weeks of sexual teasing by his mother.

He tries to push this thought away, as crazy. Back to the practical here and now. Roger is going to edge him, then make him cum, then he'll jerk Roger off. It all sounds good. He grasps Roger's shaft firmly, and starts stroking tentatively.

Roger gives a rewarding moan. "Oooohh... yeah, that's... mmmm... I never felt anyone else touch it. Mmm... Anyway, now for you."

He grips Toby's shaft lightly near the glans, tentatively sliding his hand down the shaft. "Wow... that feels... interesting. So hard, and your goop has made it all slippery. But you know what's the best part?"

Toby is squirming, immersed in how different that first touch feels from his mom's hands at his daily bathtime washings. Trying to work out why. At bathtimes he's never been as urgently desperate to cum as now, having already edged many times in the last hour. But that doesn't seem to be it. He doesn't have any more say in what Roger does now, than he does with his mother's bathtime rubbing of his erection. Now he's enjoying that feeling of being... forced into arousal, and he suspects his feelings about that aspect of baths will be different in future. So that doesn't seem to explain this feeling.

Maybe it's because he always knows his mother will stop with him teetering on the brink, and he has thought he hated that... while this time he knows Roger will stop with him teetering on the brink, deliberately... and has said he'll do it more than once. Is that why this makes him so excited? Realising he _wants_ Roger to do that to him, and he'll enjoy the feeling of throbbing, full urgent desire to cum, denied... Intense and only diminishing a little and slowly, unlike the few moments of spasming pleasure of cumming followed by the drifting, dreamy satisfaction.

But what does Roger think is 'the best part'? He doesn't know.

"Uhhh... ahhhhh.... I... I don't know?"

"It's your mom! That she doesn't let you cum! You've been edged a little every single night for two weeks! You slept last night tied spreadeagled, cock sticking up in the air! After she edged you _again_ with that cream. You're so full and desperate you even agreed to let me edge you _more_ just hoping I'll let you cum. And it's a hope not a certainty, because I'm serious, if you complain or act up as I edge you, even the tinyest bit, you can be sure I won't let you cum."

"That's _not_ what I'd call best! It's awful! It drives me nuts... It's good now, because I know I'll uhhh... get to cum. That makes uhhhhh ... uhhhh.... ohh.... a a huge difference. Ohhhh that feels great..."

Roger has been slowly stroking Toby's shaft, and continues. "No, there's _no_ difference. You _don't_ know that I'm going to let you cum today. I've told you I won't if you complain or act up. And you keep pushing me. I don't want to hear you even talk about cumming anymore. It sounds like you are telling me what to do. Don't! I'm going to edge you, and if you do anything at all to try to get to cum, then you _don't_ cum. Don't even _think_ about cumming, because that might make you slip and say something about wanting to. Just think about how full you feel, and how nice that makes it feel to have your cock touched. OK? Tell me how it feels now, not how you want it to end."

Toby has been panting, immersed in how good it does actually feel. Being told not to even think about cumming, sounds like a big ask. The whole focus of how he's feeling, is about cumming. Isn't it? But it does feel incredibly good. Maybe he can think about... separating the two? The feeling, and the need to cum... He's also sensing an obvious crossover to his evening bath times, and trying to avoid that. Instinctively he knows that accepting the bath time edgings as erotic, rather than torments, isn't going to improve things at home. But this, here and now... it's sensual heaven. He's still holding Roger's erection, but mostly forgetting to stroke it.

"hhhh... uhhhh.... uh, OK. I feel... uhhhh ohhh sooooo fullll... It's unbelieveable how full... Like it's... a lot more than three weeks... I can feel my pulse in my... dick... it's so hard, feels more intense than... ever... so strong... feels so great..."

"That's the spirit! You should see yourself! Sooo hot! Knowing you are so full, and I'm going to edge you more, is a big part of it too. Hey, say 'please edge me really hard. As many times as you like.' If you say _anything_ else right now I'll count that as complaining, and no cum for you."

Toby opens his mouth to speak, but Roger holds up a finger, in a 'wait' sign. "Careful now! Think about it. Say exactly what I said, or I won't let you cum at all today." He snickers "And I'd expect that might not go well for you at home either. For weeks..."

Toby nods then recites his line with thickly laid on feeling. "Please... edge me _really hard_! As many times... as you like."

He waits a moment to let that settle, then adds. "Actually, I really do want you to. No complaints from me. I'm discovering I like this... this... the way you are taking control. Something... I don't know. It's very exciting." He realizes he's stopped stroking Roger, and sets his hand back into motion on the other's shaft.

"Mmm.... Cool! All right then, I will. I'll edge the stuffing out of you. Remember, no begging me to let you cum either. I'd take that as complaining."

Roger keeps stroking Toby's shaft lightly, getting used to the feel of it. He starts adding firm gripping strokes now and then, experimentally, seeing how Toby reacts, how his panting changes.

Neither speaks for a few minutes, then Roger exclaims. "This is reeeally hot. And you know, I keep imagining your mom doing almost exactly this. When you're in the bath, then later in bed. If you slip up now and break your agreement you will have to go home still so full and like this, then your mom will edge you night after night. Oh man, I actually wish you would slip up and give me an excuse to do that. How many days, maybe weeks would it be before you could 'come out to play' again? Then its the same deal... I edge you as long as I like, and any complaining at all from you means you don't cum then either. Back to being edged by your mom, who definitely isn't going to let you cum no matter what. And you... you are going to get even more turned on when she edges you, thinking about how nice it feels... and pictures of girls..."

Roger stops talking for a while, just teasing Toby's desperate erection and watching his reactions carefully. Toby is beside himself with his need for release, but has enough presence of mind to understand that Roger is trying to goad him into making some objection. He's being very careful to not say anything, just letting himself pant and gasp naturally with the feelings.

Still teasing, Roger waits to see if Toby will say anything. He gives up, and tries again. "Your mom, stroking you like this, edging you, every night... I think that's soooo hot! And it is... you should admit it too. Imagine if you don't cum today, how 'Mr Winky' would act up tonight in front of your mom. There's no way he'd 'be good and go to sleep.' You wouldn't be able to stop thinking about that picture. You'll stay rock hard, probably dripping as she straps you. She'll rub the cream into your throbbing cock and I bet by now she's very good at knowing when to stop. You'd be feeling just like you do now... and looking and sounding the same too. You think your mom doesn't know how this makes you feel? But that's ridiculous. It's not possible to see you like this and not know how you feel."

Roger keeps on stroking, getting firmer with it while observing closely as Toby squirms and pants as he gets closer to climax, then slips back each time Roger slows down.

In a short while during a pause in stroking, Roger adds "She knows. She knows how it feels. Or she wouldn't be able to always get the timing perfect, of when to stop just before you cum. And she does, doesn't she? Just like I'm doing."

Another pause, as Roger strokes him harder, building him up again. Toby says nothing in reply, and Roger takes that as agreement.

"Yes. I expect after doing this for years, she's an expert. You should understand that. Your mom is deliberately edging you every evening. She talks about 'Mr winky' being naughty, but she _has_ to know about the buildup when you don't cum. How it makes 'Mr Winky' more naughty, ha ha. She's fine with that, apparently. Takes a very dim view of you squirting. So really... heh... it's pretty obvious she's making sure you stay full. I think she likes seeing you erect, and handling it, knowing you are aching full and getting fuller and more horny with every day. Even if she pretends otherwise. Mmm... you're getting close again huh?."

"uuarrrhhh... huuu... No noooo! She doesn't know, she... can't. uuhhhhhhh...urrrhhhhh.... She's not..." As if to emphasise his denial Toby resumes stroking Roger's shaft, rapidly and firmly. Perhaps he's hoping to distract Roger.

"Yes she does! I bet if she could she'd make sure you _never_ cum. Ha ha, she'd probably have you out in public without clothes a lot more too, with you tending to get boners all the time. Ha ha... she said 'I don’t know what’s got into him lately' in the ice cream shop, but she sees and touches 'Mr Winky' bone hard every night, she's seen you squirt that first time and now she edges you... like hell she doesn't know. She's just pretending. Annnddd..... a few more stokes before..."

Roger is now very carefully stroking Toby's angry erection. His hand and the shaft are coated with pre-cum, and he has to time his movements to avoid Toby getting any stimulation from the urgent thrusting of his hips. Toby has his eyes screwed tightly shut and is gasping with the near orgasmic feelings. Suddenly Roger stops, letting go completely. Toby groans, opens his mouth as if to say something but then closes it abruptly. He's leaning right back on the couch, back arched, erection standing rigid and inclined towards his torso and pulsing visibly to his rapid heartbeat. He's once again forgotten about Roger's erection, with his closed fist loose around the other boy's shaft base.

Roger commands him "There! That's right on the very edge isn't it? Look at it... so fucking horny looking isn't it? All shiny and head swollen up. Look at it fucking pulsing... Does your mom ever get it that excited?"

Toby opens his eyes and looks at his erection. The feelings are overwheling, a need to cum so strong he can barely think at all. He really is teetering right on the edge but thrusting his hips out has no effect. Absent any touch on his erection, it isn't enough. It's almost an agony of need, and yet a part of his mind is revelling in it. This really is an awesome feeling, excruciating yet still an ecstasy of sexual pleasure resting on the promise that he will get to cum. He trusts Roger to stick to the deal, and he's sure he can avoid breaking it himself. So he will cum... but this... this is amazing...

He's still looking at his erection, as Roger's last words stumble through the tangle of his thoughts. 'his mom, did she ever...' He finds it disturbing to recall that... yes, sometimes his erection does look like this. If it's been a while since he came, and she happens to spend longer than usual with the creme... so he's left tied spreadeagled in his bed, with an erection standing up and looking like this! He realizes he's been kind of blocking this out, never actually thinking about it. But... there's no way to imagine this erection isn't... what it is. His mom can't see it and think he's... He suddenly realizes Roger has to be right. His mom has been edging him, knowing exactly what she's doing, how it makes him feel. And it feels... fantastic! Roger is right about that too. It's hot. He can see it now, and never unsee it.

(End 2 of 3. Continued...)

(3 of 3)

He's reeling, unable to decide how he feels about this. But certainly not... cumming. He's been slipping back from the edge and now the orgasm he so badly needs is not going to happen. He's still incredibly turned on, still near exploding level of fullness, erection still pleasure-aching rigid and throbbing. It's so great! And in a while, when Roger decides, he's going to cum.

"Hey, no really, tell me does your mom ever get it like this?"

Toby had forgotten to answer. He nods his head. "Err... yes, sometimes. I guess... it's pretty obvious isn't it. So maybe she..."

"Yeah, she knows. I'm sure of it. You realise that now _you_ know she knows, it will be even more hot, right? You'll still have to just take it. Ha ha... I think really you like it. You admitted it already too. Hey, stand up now, walk around a bit. Get yourself back away from the edge, so I can do it again. I bet you want to ask me to make you cum now, don't you?"

"That's not fair. You're trying to trick me into saying it. So you can... you know. You decide when I get to cum, and you said I'm not to even talk about wanting to. So.... I'm not saying anything. This feels so great, and I trust you." He stands up and starts walking around in a small circle in the open ground in front of the couch, circling the brief case and open magazine.

"Very good! Yes, I was hoping you'd ask. Oh well... Wow, so much clear stuff. Just look at it dripping as you walk. That's hot too. OK, a few more times around, then sit back here. Next edge, coming up. Ha ha... or edge not cumming..."

As Toby keeps walking Roger grasps his own erection again and strokes it firmly, gazing alternately at the magazing photo and Toby's erection bobbing and dripping with his steps. He moans. "Ooohhh... I'm really close still. But... not yet. I'm enjoying this edging thing soooo much. Having the final choice of when you get to cum, I'm not sure why this is such a turn on. It's all mixed up with the idea of your mom doing that stuff to you but never letting you cum, so here you are now absolutely desperate for it... it's... just wow. Unnnnghhh.... Oh, so close... uuummmmmhhh.... ohhhh OK, stopping now. I think you're 'safe enough' again by now. Come here, sit down again..."

Toby nods, and sits back down next to Roger. This time Roger cups Toby's balls first, making a weighing joggle with them. "Going without cumming for days, the background feeling of need gets stronger. I guess obviously, spunk builds up and makes the feeling of need to cum get stronger. Also every time I edge, it makes the feeling of needing to cum jump up, a lot stronger. Then if I just leave it, don't cum, that stronger feeling can take hours to fade back to whatever it was before. Well, close to it. Seems like it doesn't entirely ever go away."

"It's mysterious. I've heard guys talk about 'blue balls' for that feeling of having been near to cumming, but not. Like it's something bottled up in the balls. But... when I hold mine, I can't actually feel any difference in them no matter how many days, or having just edged a few times. Just no difference. So I don't think it's actually the balls. Yours feel normal too. You've been three weeks with only that one tiny dribble, plus a lot of edging now, and they just... feel normal. I'm curious how this all works. You ever notice any difference in your balls after, like a week or two without?"

"Umm... no, I never really thought about it. I heard about 'blue balls' too, but it... I don't... I mean I get edged almost every night, so it... not sure what they are complaining about. Err.. no, I never did notice any difference in my... balls. It doesn't feel like that fullness sensation... is coming from them. I can't really... tell where it is. Somewhere. Inside?"

"I dunno. I guess it has to be... Anyway, each time you edged now, you feel the need to cum getting stronger? Like it's some kind of pressure, building up?"

"Oh, it's... uh wait. Is this another trick question? You said I'm not supposed to talk about how much I want to cum. I can't answer your question then."

"Ha ha, well yes and no. I am curious, but yes I was hoping you'd slip. Never mind, I'll ask you again later, after I let you cum. For now I'll just assume that yes, you are getting a stronger feeling of need after each edge. I'm kind of sad I won't be able to ask you how long it took to go back to uh... your two weeks without cumming 'normal' if you didn't get to cum today. Or if it ever went back down. Maybe if you're so full aready, it wouldn't? It's like edging adds a bit more cum to where ever the cum buildup is, so... perhaps an edge after it settles down is like going a day or two more without?"

Roger leaves his hand cupping Toby's balls, while gripping Toby's erection firmly in the other hand. He begins stroking it strongly, still slippery with pre-cum.

"There... I'm going to get you near again quickly. Then... ha ha wait and see. So anyway, you've edged maybe a dozen times today already. We should keep count next time. That's, by my guess like over a week more of going without. Are you sure you don't want me to just skip letting you cum? Go on, think about how much your mom would appreciate your much naughtier Mr Winky tonight? I wonder if she'd still be able to put the cream on your dick without making you cum? I bet she could, but she'd know something was up with Mr Winky. She'd probably decide she'd have to pay much more careful attention. Not leave you alone on weekends, or ever, stuff like that."

Roger keeps stroking, carefully, thinking for a few moments more, then comments quietly. "It's very hot. I like it. Only problem is you wouldn't come back here for more games."

Toby is squirming, but still able to reply after a moment. "I would."

"You would come back here? Even if I didn't let you cum today? Knowing that next time it would be the same - maybe I'd let you cum, maybe not? Totally my choice?"

"Yes.. ahhhh.... unhhh... I've been thinking about this. Unnnhh... oh... I like being edged. I think... part of the ... the... pleasure is from fullness. So I suppose... even after... more weeks without... I'd still... it would still ... I can't talk now about wanting... that... can I? But I can imagine how intense... being edged after ... ahhhhnnghhhh.... so many weeks... And you know, I don't think she'd ever give me any ... uuhmmm... alone time if I go home ... still full today... But she might let me go out with a friend again, maybe. Sooo... ooohhhhhmmm.... no alternative... Also it's completely crazy, but... freaking hot. I can imagine it."

Roger alters his stroking rhythm, sensing Toby getting too close, while considering silently for a moment. "Well that's... cool. So now I really can decide either way. Yeah, freaking hot. Not crazy for _me_, I like it a lot. Ha ha... go on, why don't you just ask me to not let you cum. You only need to ask me once. Then you wouldn't need to be so careful with whatever you say. Wouldn't that be easier?"

Meanwhile Roger is still stroking Toby's erection quite hard, but with a short pause between each stroke. An unnatural rhythm that is arousing but not building closer to an orgasm. Toby is lying back again, beginning to pant, but is careful with his answer.

"Uh.... Unnnhhh... uhhh... Ohhh... no... thanks... I'd... I'd rather leave the deal as it is. You decide _when_. You know what I mean. Uhhhhh.... Uhhhh.... It's an exciting offer but perhaps... some other time. Uoooohhh.... Ahh, that's... Ahhhhhh...."

"Ha, I can't get you to talk yourself out of a cum. Rats. Yeah... I think it's interesting too. Too bad I don't think I could actually make myself go without cumming for even a week. Otherwise I'd try that. Wait a week, then edge a lot. Does edging when you are full make you feel like having gone much longer without cumming? I don't know. Suspect it might. With you, you get edged every night. Hmm... this... is a question about your _past_ needing to cum. So I promise it's not a trick question. Does she bring you right up to just before cumming? That's when that extra pressure thing seems to happen. Or does she stop a fair bit short of making you cum? By the way, this one is an edge again. Not going to make you cum yet."

Toby is panting and arching his body. "Uhhhhh... you know... don't really want to talk... I can't... uhhhhh... ahhhh..."

Roger cuts in "Yes, but I do want you to talk. That's almost complaining, but I'll let it go if you answer my questions. So, how close does she take you?" He's still stroking Roger firmly, but drifting towards a faster, more regular rhythm. With an obvious effect on Toby.

"Uuuuuu... oh wow.... uh... she... uh... it... uhhhh... varies... Sometimes uhh... yes, very ...aahhhhh close... like just ... right on the edge... uuhhhaaa... mostly... not so... uuhhhh.... in the bath, usually... uhhhh... not close. Uhhhh.... but in bed... aaahhhh... the cream... uhhh... ohh.... almost always.... on the... ahhhhhh... edge... uuuhhhh..."

"Hey, cool, so you have two different types to compare. Not so close in the bath, but taken right to the edge in bed with the cream. Do you notice if there's a difference, overall, in how fast the feeling of need declines afterwards? Does it depend on how long you've been without?"

By now Toby is acting and sounding quite desperate. "Aaaahhhhh.... uhhhhhh... I... Uuuunnnhhh... ohhhh.... Ahhh... ahhhh it's... uh... oohhhh... the f... feeling... ooohhhhh.... ahh... after... uuuunnnhhhhhhh... ohh.... uhhh..."

This goes on for a while, with Toby unable to put a sentence together at all. Trying, but it soon becomes clear he's not going to be able to answer and is also getting very close to cumming. His eyes are scrunched closed, with his whole face in a grimace of arousal. Roger decides it's time for a pause, and suddenly releases Toby's erection, leaving him gasping and threshing.

"Hmmf. Well I could call that a refusal to answer. But I guess you're quite distracted so that would be unfair. I do want an answer to this, so I'll just wait till you calm down a bit. I'm annoyed though. When I say I expect you to answer, I mean regardless... Maybe next time we come here I should bring some kind of strap. See how effective that is at convincing you to take instructions seriously."

He waits a while, watching Toby's panting arousal decline slowly. There's no visible decline in the state of Toby's erection, which is standing up in spectacular pulse-throbbing neediness. Eventually after Toby's eyes open and he's looking around Roger tries again.

"OK Toby, you back with me now? OK? Seriously, I want you to think about this one carefully, and this time you'd _better_ answer sensibly. Is there any difference in how your horniness declines, between the times your mum edges you in the bath, compared to edges in your bed? I'll wait..."

Toby has settled down and by now is leaning back in the couch, getting his breathing under control while mostly staring at his own erection, with side glances to the nude girl magazine foldout near his feet. He remains silent a while, thinking.

"Phew... that one was... close. Huuuhhhhh.... Feels soooo great! This whole thing is... something else. Huuuuuhhh... I'm glad I came here and I'm _not_ complaining. Look at that..." He points at his erection. "Amazing! OK, I can't talk about ... that. Ah... the edgings by my mum... well... I think... yeah, the ones in bed... the, the... horniness... frustration... takes longer to fade. Maybe it's because I'm lying on my back, tied? Can't walk around, know I'll be lying there for the rest of the night... Oh, but you know what? It's not a good comparison, because if she's rubbing the cream on me in bed, it means I've _already_ gone without cumming for long enough that my erection after the bath didn't go down despite the TV strapping and stuff. Like it's always been at least a week... And she's already just done with edging me in the bath an hour before. Of course I'm going to be feeling more horny. So, sorry I don't think it means anything."

"It must be hard to get to sleep...?"

"Yeah, when... she started doing that, I'd lie awake for ages. Usually too dark to see my hardon standing up, nothing touching it. Then, I don't know... it seemed like I just learned how to get to sleep despite that. It still takes a while, but I can drift off... no matter how hard and horny... even after the worst edgings in bed. I guess, I've gotten used to it?"

"Ha ha, and so you should! It just makes it even hotter, that you can go without cumming for weeks, be erect so much, but still sleep OK. What about you know, dreams? Don't you ever have horny dreams and cum in your sleep? I suppose I jerk off enough, because that has never happened to me. But I'd have thought...

"Oh, uh... there's a... reason. Back when she'd just started the tying me into bed thing, not long after that time I came when she was washing me in the bath and the feeling of going without it for a long time was a new experience, I'd... well it would take a while to get to sleep, and then I _would_ sometimes have dreams where I was getting close to cumming. But then... I'd be close and suddenly get a sharp pain in my... penis. I'd wake up... so hard and close, but with mom standing beside the bed with a wooden ruler in her hand and my hard dick really sore. She'd kind of put spring in the ruler then let it snap against the side or head of my dick."

Toby shudders and pauses a moment, remembering. "Then after I wake up going 'ow! ow!' she scolds me about Mr Winky being naughty again and I shouldn't let that happen. I don't know how she did it, but she _always_ put a stop to those dreams like that. Sometimes more than once a night. Gradually, I just started waking up whenever I start having a horny dream. Never get close to cuming in a dream any more. Well, mostly. She did the ruler slap thing again once a few months ago. Really hurts!"

"Wooow! So you don't even get to have wet dreams. I expect if one starts and you wake up, you're hard and feeling really horny? How often does that happen? But you just go back to sleep?"

"Yeah. I wake up hard and you can't imagine how frustrating that is. These days at least once a night, sometimes two or three times. Yeah, I've become able to just go back to sleep pretty quickly. It's like... yeah, I guess it kind of feels good, you're right about that. I'm starting to see that differently now. Anyway it doesn't make me lose much sleep."

"What if it happens when you're not tied up? She's not there, how would she know what you do?"

Umm... well it's... I don't know, all those times she caught every single dream before it... I get a feeling she just knows somehow. How, I haven't a clue. But somethimes when I wake up as a dream was starting, she's there and just leaving. Like she knew I was dreaming, and now I'm awake she can leave. I have no idea how... But I'm certain if I tried anything, it would end badly. So I just try to go back to sleep. I can, usually pretty quickly."

"What about mornings? You must get morning wood something terrible? What does your mom...?"

"Oh of course! Every morning, hard as a rock. She always comes in to get me up, and sees it. But seems like she knows about morning wood, and I don't get in trouble for that. Not right away. She goes with me to the bathroom, puts out my clothes, stays while I get dressed, have breakfast... If I'm still erect when it's time to go to school she just lectures me a bit while driving me to school. Weekends, if I'm still hard after breakfast she makes me strip again. Usually for most of the day and those days she never lets me be alone. If I've lost the erection after breakfast the rest of the day goes normally."

"So the _only_ time you can get any relief is if she goes out on the weekend, leaving you at home. Which only happens if your morning wood didn't persist through breakfast. If she stopped leaving you alone... oh wow... you'd just... never... for weeks and weeks, months... while being totally edged every night... Your morning wood would become very persistent, so the whole supervision thing would get locked in. Incredible. It's terrifying to think about, but at the same time sooooo hot. Hmmm, time to edge you again now. This is so great!"

Roger starts stroking Toby's shaft again, fairly firmly. "This time I'm going to really drive you nuts. Going to go sooo close. But remember, you mustn't cum until I tell you to. If you start cumming before I say, I will stop you immediately and you won't enjoy it. And that will be it for today. Now, you start stroking me again, nice and strongly. I'll tell you when to slow down."

They continue silently for several minutes, both beginning to pant rapidly and squirm, thrusting hips upwards on the couch. Finally Roger pants "Ohh ahhh.... OK, slow down on mine... keep doing it just lightly.... I need to concentrate. How are you going? Getting nice and close? No, don't answer I can tell. Ha ha. You can still tell me you'd rather not cum at all today. Don't you think that would be so hot? I'll make it easy, just say 'stop' and I will. Otherwise... enjoy... this... edging..."

Toby is beyond saying anything complicated by now. He just shakes his head 'no', eyes tightly closed, his breath coming in gasps as Toby continues with short bursts of firm strokes, paying very close attention to how Toby is reacting. He continues for several more minutes, regulating Toby's stimulation very carefully, driving him completely wild. Finally he suddenly stops, removing his hand from Toby's erection.

Roger laughs. "Ha ha ha! OK, that's got you hanging totally on the edge for real this time. You should see yourself! You can barely think just now, right? Sure you don't want to stop? Go on, tell me to stop."

Toby groans, panting and barely able to speak. "Auuuurghhhh... Ohhh you... yeah... huuu huuu ohh god I'm soooo close... fuck, this feels amaaazing..."

"Perfect! That's what I like to hear. Oh man, I'm sooo horny! After all this edging I feel ready to totally explode. OK, now I want to cum while you are like that. Try to focus, start stroking me hard now, and don't stop. Go!"

Toby manages to start working hard on Roger's shaft, stroking his fist tightly up and down on it. Roger groans. "Ohhh, yes, that won't take long.... But man, look at _your_ cock. Was it _ever_ that porno before?" Roger wraps his hand lightly around Toby's shaft again, and bends it slightly, judging the rigidity while being careful to not stimulate Toby too much. He keeps doing those slow squeezing and bending touches to Toby's erection and commenting on how extremely aroused it looks, while his own breathing gets faster as Toby continues to stroke him firmly.

"Uhhh, uhhhh, mmmm, yes... getting closer.... Yours is so stiff I can hardly bend it at all! The head is so huge and purple, and there are so many veins standing out on the shaft. Oooohhhh... uuhhh.... uuhhh... It looks exactly like a cock that's been teased to the limit for weeks and really, really needs to cum. Wish I had a... uhhh... uuhhh... camera. Ohhhh yes... a little more..." Panting in time with Toby's stroking he massages Toby's shaft slowly but very lightly, nothing like the firm rapid strokes Toby is giving him.

"I do. Here, I'll get a closeup."

Both boys look up in horror. Brenda is standing a few feet away, having quickly come back outside and threaded her way through the wild greenery in the side walkway. In a hurry but silently enough that they didn't hear her over their conversation and excitement. Watching them, when Roger announced he intended to cum she'd decided it was definitely time to intervene. Walking over to the window she reaches in through the broken pane and pulls out her phone. She walks back to them while keeping them in frame, still taking video.

The two naked boys stare at her. Toby incapable of words in his sexual stupor and shock, but Roger managing a faint squeeky "Brenda! Where did you... why....?" as he snatches his hand away from Toby's shaft. Toby is frozen motionless and seems to have forgotten he's still firmly gripping Roger's erection, fist pushed right down to the base and frozen there.

"Toby's mum sent me after you two, to see you didn't get up to any mischief. This is a bit beyond mischief, don't you think? Hold still Toby."

She holds her phone close to Toby's over-excited straining erection, recording from several angles. She inspects the results on screen. "Eewww, so much of that clear dribbling stuff. What even is that? It's coming out of yours too Roger, but not so much." She's swung her phone around to capture Roger's rigid erection with Toby's hand still holding it, though motionless.

"Toby. I meant hold still while I videoed your extremely rude erection. I didn't expect you to still be playing with Roger's one. You should let it go now."

"Oh! I wasn't... I mean... "

"Yes you were. But I'm not going to argue with you, your mother will decide what you were or weren't intending. Now Roger... let's see..." She picks up Roger's clothes and goes through his pockets, pulling out a thin canvas wallet. "You don't have a phone? What's your mom's number?"

"Hey, you can't... that's my stuff, you..."

"I can't? Says the nude boy with an erection. Your mom's number?"

"Phoey. Not saying. Give me my clothes back!" He reaches to grab them from her, but she just steps back, still recording video on her phone. She drapes his clothes over her arm and holds the wallet against her phone so she can open it. It only takes a moment to find a bit of paper with some numbers.

"OK, so this number after "mom", that would be...? Roger, you just stand there now. I'm calling her."

She quickly enters the number on her phone, puts it on speaker. They can all hear the ring tone, and Roger's face is a picture of dismay. A few seconds later a lady's voice answers "Hello? Hello... WHAT!? Roger! Why are you... Oh my god! Explain yourself young man!"

Brenda was still recording video, and has connected that to the call. As Roger's mother answered she'd had Roger's face in frame, then panned down to show him naked, finally centering on his erection. Much to his mother's shock. Then Brenda pans over to show Toby in identical condition as she begins to explain to Roger's mother.

"Hello, I'm sorry to shock you like this. I'm Brenda, a friend of Mrs Robbins, mother of the other boy here, whose name is Toby. Mrs Robbins asked me to follow these two as they went off to 'play.' She was worried they might get up to something untoward. As you can see... they did. I have just now intervened. Toby will certainly be in a lot of trouble with his mother as soon as I get him home. I'm going to send Roger home by himself if that is OK with you. Are you there now?"

She has her phone pointed back to Roger, who is looking appalled by developments. Though still rigidly erect.

There's a sound best described as apoplexy coming from the phone. Roger's mother is quite unable to speak for a few moments. When she controls herself her voice is formal but coldly furious. "Brenda... is it? Thank you very much for calling me. Yes, I am at home, and yes, would you please... Roger, you are to come home _directly_. Brenda, where are you... and my... son?"

"We are at the old empty shops on the esplanade, you know them?"

A moment's pause, then his mother responds. "Oh yes, I know. Only a couple of blocks from our house. Roger, I shall expect you at the door in less than five minutes. With an explanation. No never mind, I don't want to hear whatever story you may make up. Brenda, I have your number now but how may I get in contact with this... boy Toby's mother?"

Very glad she'd thought to ask Mrs Robbins' phone number at the last moment back at the ice cream shop, Brenda retrieves and unfolds the scrap of paper she'd slipped into Toby's play shorts after his mother gave it to her. She reads it out to Roger's mother, while pointing her phone camera at Toby. His look of dismay at his obvious doom is so comical she has to struggle to avoid laughing. She continues in a suitably serious tone, panning the camera back and forth between the boys, making sure to show they are both still fully erect.

"Well, I do need to get Toby home to his mother immediately. We'll be walking, I'm not sure how long it takes. There'll be some... discussions there, so perhaps if you could wait a while before calling? Ah, no perhaps it's best if we call you. Incidentally, are you happy for me to give Roger back his clothes? He took them off here before I intervened. As you can see, he's in an indecent state. I have a video recording that will explain his over excited condition, and you're welcome to have it."

"Thank you, yes, I would appreciate that. Yes, give him his clothes. But... Roger, you come _straight home immediately_, you hear me? Don't stop for anything. Leave right now, exactly as you are. Carry your clothes, don't put them on, is that clear? That should give you incentive to not dawdle."

Roger splutters. "Bu... but mom! I can't... not naked..."

His mother sounds to be shouting into her phone. "ROGER. YOU. LEAVE. RIGHT. NOW! As you are! Five minutes! Go now."

His shoulders slump, as Brenda hands him his t-shirt, shorts, underpants and wallet. He walks away rapidly, bending down into the crawl through the shrubbery. The last thing Toby, Brenda and her phone see is his rear, testicles and erection hanging between his legs. For a few moments they can hear his scuffling in the crawl way, awkward because of having to push his bundle of clothes ahead of him. Then nothing.

Still holding the ultra-brief yellow play shorts, Brenda turns back to Toby. She slips her phone into her breast pocket, lens still taking in the view. Then holds up the shorts by the sides, towards his waist, evaluating feasibility.

"Toby your mother gave me these, in case you needed something to wear on the way home. But... I don't think they'd hardly fit even if you weren't... so very erect. It seems Roger was right."

"What? Right about... what?"

Toby seems dazed, unable to focus. She's clearly talking about his penis, that is taking up most of his attention with the feeling of throbbing desperate urgency. Just moments ago he'd been enjoying that in excited anticipation. Now... it's obvious he isn't going to have the relief he'd expected. Not in a few minutes after some more delicious edging, not today, not for... His mind is whirling, barely able to touch on the concept of how long it may be till his next opportunity. Appalled at the idea of the coming days... weeks maybe. Also he's surprised and confused at the way his body is responding to this disaster. He'd have thought having Brenda here, staring at his erection, talking about shorts and taking him home to his mother, would have killed his arousal dead. But no... his body's excitement is surging in a wave of heat and powerfully beating blood pulses, his heartbeat rushing in his ears so hard it's making him feel faint. In his erection the pulses feel as if it might burst. She said something about Roger being right. He's unable to think it through.

Brenda waits a little longer, sure he'll get it. Then gives up. "Never mind. About it not going down after you... over excited yourself so much. All right, hold still."

She's had an idea for a sexy joke. Maybe his mother wouldn't approve, but at this point her embellishment will be trivial. She hooks the narrow crotch strip of the shorts over his erection then bunches up the rest of the thin stretch material into two tabs. These she ties into a flowery knot sitting at the underside of his shaft. She tightens it, pulling the cloth tight around the base of his shaft. The result is a kind of floppy bright yellow bow tie resting in front of his hanging testicles, as if his upright shaft was a long narrow neck. The bright yellow splash of cloth makes his erection really stand out, fat purple glans shiny with dribbling pre-cum, above the pale white, bulging-veined shaft, then the yellow bow tie.

"Perfect. I think that looks most distinguished. Come on then, lets go." She quickly stoops to the gray briefcase, closes the magazine, opens the case lid to have a quick look inside. There are several other magazines of similar kind, as she'd expected. She tosses the one inside, closes the case and stands up with it. Grasping the stunned Toby by an arm she marches him over to the exit path and steers him into the low crawl. The sight of him on hands and knees going into the greenery with his testicles presented on the bright yellow puffery around his penis, is so comical she grabs her phone and captures this as a closure scene. She ends the video recording then follows him through, using the briefcase as a sort of leaf mulch slide board. Though her knees are definitely going to need a wash as soon as possible. As before, any spiders there may be in here are all hiding, much to her relief.

Outside on the street it is still bright daylight. With no alternative, Toby gives her his home address. It's not far, but she decides that a route avoiding the main shopping strip of the esplanade would be wiser, to minimize potential dramas given Toby's state. She quickly develops a strategy of walking with the briefcase held casually in a manner that nonetheless mostly blocks view of Toby's middle and erection from passing cars and distant pedestrians.

While walking with the very silent and blushing Toby she debates giving Toby's mother a call and a summary of events. But decides the video will be simplest. No sense upsetting his mother before they arrive.

(End 3 of 3.)
===== End chapter 3 =====

This one was posted by request. There's another chapter well underway, but not finished.
My lack of time to write lately, is why I haven't been posting,

My goodness, this site is almost unworkable now! Mostly barely able to log in, very laggy, usually simply ignores 'Post' button clicks...I'm assuming some kind of DDOS wave ongoing, or the countermeaures, are responsible

Great to hear another chapter of this is being worked on, I always loved this one.

Yeah the site is still very laggy, but it's actually much better than it was.

I'm very glad to see this story be added here. It has been lost on the internet until you readded it and I appreciate you reuploading it.

This story has some of the best edging in a story out there! I can't wait for more!

Love your stories!

I looooove the Mogg version of this story and I looooooove your continuation of this story...
Hope to read more chapters.
Thank you for posting this