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The Mailing List 28

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PART 28
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From 13-year-old Brandon’s Diary (the comments in italics are not part of the diary, but are written by his friend Benji’s younger adoptive sister Olivia, in a separate document the boys can’t access and are not aware of):

It’s incredible. I would have never thought how frustrating, how earthshaking, is not being able to play with my peenie. I had always taken it for granted. I know mom scolded me because she said I did it too much. But I still did it. Sometimes it calls you and you just have to do it.

But now I can’t.

My peenie is trapped in what mom calls a chastity device. [Editor’s Note: see part 21 for how Brandon was put in a chastity device] That’s a transparent plastic thingie that surrounds your actual “thingie” and doesn’t let you get to it. I can still pee and then dry the tip of the thingie with toilet paper. I can get bathed with it. But, try as I might, I can’t remove it. I can’t play with my peenie while it’s on. And it can only be removed with a key.

There are two keys, as far as I know, and I don’t have any of them. Mom has one of the keys, and Emma has the other. [Editor’s Note: Emma is a 12-year-old neighbor girl who often babysits Brandon and spanks him a lot].

I have begged mom to let me open it. It’s really embarrassing, begging like that, because it’s like admitting that I want to play with my peenie. But mom always says no. She says she has decided to let Emma handle it, because she trusts her “to be responsible and handle me”.

Whatever.

So I have to beg Emma. I hate begging Emma. It’s also embarrassing, but also, Emma is so smug and so superior. She looks at me with that knowing smile of hers.

“What’s the matter, Brandie, you want to play with your little peenie again? You really are naughty, always wanting to play with it, and rub it. You’re addicted, you know. It’s no wonder your mommy locked your peenie so that it’s safe and can rest.”

You can’t image how I blush when she says things like that.

I went away when she did. The first few times. But I just can’t bear it. I realized I have to put up with it, no matter what. I have to do anything to get on Emma’s good side, because I really, really need her to let me play with my peenie sometime, or I’ll go crazy. The next day I went to her home and knelt in front of her and begged like crazy.

“Please, please, Emma. Please, let me. You have to let me, please. Please, do. I’ll do anything. Anything you say.”

She rolled her eyes. “Boys,” she said. “Always thinking with their peenies... All right. If you are extra-good, maybe... just maybe... I’ll unlock it for a little bit.”

“Oh, thank you, thank you. I’ll be extra-good, really,” I begged.

And I meant it. If you don’t know what it’s like, wanting to play with it and not being able to, then you have no idea how it is.

She made me get naked and kneel in front of her, and kiss her feet and her hands, and tell her how I was her slave, and how girls are so much better than boys, and how all boys deserve to be their slaves.

At that point I would have done anything. Anything!

She made me clean her room, naked like that (well, except for the device around my peenie, which didn’t even hide it because it’s transparent -the device, I mean, not my peenie-), while she watched me lying on her bed comfortably and listening to music.

When I was done, she said “All right, Brandie, I’m going to let you get off.”

I smiled so wide. I could have kissed her and jumped in joy.

“Thanks! Thanks! You’re the best, Emma,” I said.

(Well, what can I say, you have to suck up to people who have that kind of power over you.)

“These are the rules,” she told me. “You do not get to play with your own peenie. If you even get your hands near it, you won’t get to play with it for a veeery long time. I will be the one to get you off. Understand, Brandie? Do not forget it if you know what’s good for you.”

So I sat on the bed in front of her, and she took the key (which she keeps hanging from a collar she wears around her neck).

I had to contain myself as she very carefully unlocked the device with the small key and removed it.

My peenie got hard as soon as it was free. Like, steel hard. Harder than it had ever been. The only thing I wanted to do was grabbing it and rubbing away. But I had to contain myself.

She touched it very delicately, and it jerked.

She giggled. “I don’t know how you can walk around with that silly thing hanging between your legs. It has to be uncomfortable,” she told me, flipping it with her finger. I groaned.

I needed so much self-control to keep my hands away from it!

She finally grabbed it between two fingers and rubbed it up and down. She was trying to make it last, I think, but it didn’t matter. It was so tense!

After a few tugs it just started jerking on its own, and even though she let go right away, it had that crazy feel of pleasure on its own. A clear fluid came out while my peenie kept shaking on its own. It’s so frustrating when it happens on its own without anyone rubbing, but also so good.

I yelped and fell back, panting.

She giggled. “I didn’t want that to happen,” she admitted, “not yet. You are just so slutty, Brandon. I barely touched it.”

I don't know what slutty means. It doesn’t appear in my dictionary, and my AI only says that the word is not appropriate for me to use. It won’t define it. Anyway, I did not care. I was spent.

Again, she took my peenie in her hand, and used a tissue to clean it.

It soon got hard again and she started rubbing it again. This time she took a long time. She rubbed it delicately for a little while, and when I was getting into it and was ready, she just stopped and let me cool.

I protested, but she just giggled and told me to shush, that she owned my peenie, not me.

Then, when the moment had passed, she started rubbing again, and she repeated that several times.

It was torture, but it also was incredible.

She kept doing it until I got the really good feeling again.

I was spent, as if I had run for a long time, but I had never felt something so good in my life. It was not like when I played with it myself. This was much better.

She cleaned me again.

“You are too immature to expel real semen,” she told me.

I only had a vague idea what she meant, but I didn’t care.

“Well, let’s lock your naughty little peenie again,” she told me.

“Oh, please, do you have to?”

“Yep, I do,” she said. “You know your mom doesn’t want you playing with it all the time. But you can’t help it, being so slutty. So we have to keep it locked.”

That word again, slutty. I think it means wanting to play with your peenie all the time.

Emma locked my peenie again. You don’t need the key to put it on, only to take it off.

“You are all sweaty,” she commented. “I’ll give you a bath, or you’ll stink your clothes.”

I didn’t want to, but she grabbed my locked peenie and took me to her bathroom, as if it were a handle.

She let go of my peenie and grabbed my arm, and pulled me along by giving me spanks on my bare bottom, although not really hard. Just nard enough to sting.

“Boys are so filthy,” she lectured me. “You’d never bathe yourself if we didn’t make you.”

My whole body felt soft, like putty, and I let her give me along, yelping and complaining half-heartedly at the swats, since she wasn’t really hitting hard.

Then she got me in the tub and bathed me. I let her do, feeling almost relaxed. It had been so good.

She washed me thoroughly, handling every part of my body. My peenie was locked, but I didn’t care.

She dressed me and told me to go home afterwards. When I got home, I would have liked to play with my peenie again, while remembering everything that had happened, but obviously I couldn’t. Still, it wasn’t so bad now, after what she had done, so I just started on my homework.

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[Olivia’s note]: Wow! I don’t know how to feel about that.

I know Benji plays with his peenie sometimes, but I don’t think he’s as horny as Brandon (I like the word “horny” more than “slutty”). I think Benji is more innocent than Brandon, more of a little boy, even if he does have a girlfriend.

I know Hannah sometimes plays a bit with Benji’s peenie when he is bathing him. He can have an orgasm, but it’s completely dry, and it doesn’t have as much effect on Benji as it does on Brandon. I think Puericil decreases Benji’s sex drive a bit. His libido, the sex-ed books call it. Or maybe he’s just more immature.

I admit I’m intrigued after reading this. I could, of course, play with Benji’s peenie to satisfy my curiosity if I wanted. I have complete control over him. But I don’t want to confuse the poor boy. Hannah is his girlfriend, not me. I see and handle Benji’s peenie all the time, like when I bathe him, but I don’t masturbate him.

Still, there are other boys I babysit, and I could masturbate if I wanted. Like the Paterson brothers. I also control them completely, so I could do what I wanted. Would their parents disapprove? I think a bit of light sexual play like that might be expected when a girl is given responsibility for bathing a boy her age or older. As long as it doesn’t get out of hand, which it wouldn’t, I don’t think their parents would mind. But I don’t know for sure, and asking them would be embarrassing. Of course, I don’t think the boys would say anything to their parents.

Just in case, I could rub their penises to orgasm while bathing them, and pretend that sometimes it just happens spontaneously while I wash them. I could even scold them for it, and no one would know I did it on purpose.

But I would know, and since I’m entrusted with their care, I think it’s beneath me to do something their parents might disapprove of, even if no one can possibly know it was on purpose.

Maybe I should look for a boyfriend myself.

Coming back to Brandon, I think it’s a bit cruel locking a boy up like that, and not letting him have full use of his own body. Well, maybe if he has a problem with too much masturbation. But otherwise... Still, it sounded quite hot, and it’s not so bad if he’s allowed release more or less regularly.

I’m imagining poor Brandon like that, with Emma rubbing his really hard peenie

It’s cute how Brandon doesn’t know many words for sexual concepts. I think he doesn’t even know the word orgasm. Of course, boys are not given much sexual education, because they are considered too immature. It must be confusing, though, not really understanding everything that’s going on with your body.

(The End)