I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today.
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Deans Bicha 15 Wednesday After School
I sat on the bus thinking about the day and all that happened: sucking Robby in the library; being caught by Phillip the tech-high school senior apprentice; Huck raping my mouth and beating my ass and balls; streaking down the hall twice; and sucking Richard off. I wondered how long he's been sucking his brothers. All this quiet contemplation had me popping another boner. What is it about my dick? Does it ever go down?
My dick! It's colored yellow and red. I've got to get home and wash it off before heading down to the Soarer's house. I can't be late. First, strip off and wash my dick. Second, pee. Third, grab something to eat. No dress third then fourth get something to eat. There wouldn't be time, a snack I can live without. I must remove the marker above anything else.
I hopped off the bus ran up my driveway and came to a screeching halt. There on my back porch were Dean and Dale waiting for me. Fuck!
Remember when I said our school didn't have half day Wednesdays. Well their old town of Eastford did. So they were already home and horny waiting for me. I was sunk.
"Well, don't keep us waiting anymore bicha. Let's get inside and have some fun," Dean laughed.
What was I going to do? There was no way they weren't going to see the markers. Maybe I could beg to use the toilet, number two so they wouldn't want to be with me and I could wash it off. "Guys, I really need to take a dump. Let me do that then we can do whatever."
"Ok."
Wow, that worked. The surprise must have shown on my face because Dale said, "Good. We can make sure he's nice a clean again. Now take off your clothes so we can get started."
"Here?"
"Like you've never been naked outside before," Dean snorted. "Now lose the clothes. I'm sure you've not been following our no underwear rule and will have to be punished."
Resigned to my fate, I dropped my books and began undressing: shirt, then shoes and socks. Now my school trousers. As I lowered them Dean exclaimed, "Holy Crap, he isn't wearing any underwear."
"Look at his dick. It's painted or something," Dale pointed out.
The brothers were now kneeling in front of me to get a closer look laughing hysterically.
"Guys. Can we go inside please before someone sees me," I pleaded.
"What happened? Did you do this?"
"No. I kinda got into it at lunch with a kid at school and he cornered me later during activity period and made me drop my pants. When he saw how skinny and long my dick was he called it a pencil dick. Then he got the idea to use markers to make it look like one too." I figured they didn't need to know about the wedgie, streaking, sucking, or jerking off that I did so I didn't mention those.
"Anything else," Dale asked.
"No," I lied. Dean knew I hadn't told them everything and pressed me on it. "Spill. What else did he make you do?"
"He made me strip off then jerk off. He kept my underwear." I edited the whole story down to the least embarrassing portions.
"So, you broke the no underwear rule. Though it sounds like you got punished enough. Come on, let's get inside and have some real fun," Dean said as he and his brother headed toward the kitchen door.
I grabbed my clothes and books and followed them. I put my key in the door and opened it like a condemned man. I might as well have been. Once inside, Dean asked if I was going to take a dump. "No, I only said that so maybe I could wash the markers off my dick before you saw it."
"So, you lied to us? Well, you've just earned back your punishment. Put your hands on top of your head," he ordered. Shit when will I learn to keep my mouth shut.
WHAM. "Arrrggghhh." Right to the nuts again. Dean had held my dick up to gain full access to my balls. His closed fisted punch just added to the combined suffering they had received thus far today. I was on the ground withering in pain. "Please, stop. My balls are still sore, Richard already kneed me," I pleaded.
"He kneed you in the nads? Cool. Sounds like my kinda kid. What else aren't you telling us? Who is this kid? Don't leave out any details cause we might just contact him and confirm what you told us."
The two listened with rapt attention as I told them everything that happened with Richard today, including the hanging wedgie which they thought was brilliant. "Shit, 40 kids saw you hanging in just your briefs and hard. Excellent! That wouldn't have happened if you weren't wearing any you know."
They were pleased I had to suck his dick, "you don't have to get paid for every cock you swallow." I was smart enough to edit out the part of him letting it slip that he was blowing his older brothers. If they found that out Richard was surely going to destroy my nuts. When I finished the were astonished to say the least.
"Wow. Streaking in school. Fantastic. We are going to have to meet this kid. Maybe he can keep watch over you for the rest of the year. Then we'll have a way to make sure you follow our rules and don't wear underwear to school." Dean was on a roll. He'd control me at home and have Richard to control me at school. My life would be hell.
Dale took some time to walk around me. He must have spotted my red sore ass and asked, "What else happened today? You're leaving something out bicha." When Dean gave him a questioning look, Dale pointed to my butt and said, "Bicha was spanked."
I reached into my pocket and handed Dean the $5.00 and phone number Huck gave me. I recounted that story too. I prayed he didn't push any more because I really didn't want to tell him about Robby or Phillip in the library. Somehow luck was on my side and Dean and Dale only questioned me regarding my oral rape from Huck.
"Well, you have had a very busy day bicha." Dean then noticed yellow and red marker on his hands from when he ball punched me earlier. Not wanting anymore on himself he ordered me into a quick cold shower and they took great pleasure in using a stiff scrub brush to remove all traces of Richard's artwork.
"Let's go. We don't have much time left," Dale told his brother. By the time we finished there wasn't as much time for them to torture, humiliate, and embarrass me. Somehow they would anyway. They started heading for the back door. I followed leaving my clothes and school stuff on my bedroom floor. I had to be home before my parents to pick them up.
Standing on the back porch, Dean asked his brother, "What do you think? Bicha has already been streaking so maybe it should do some more. Instead of walking down to our house through the fields in the back, how about running down the road?"
Dale broke out into a huge smile. "You're truly evil bro. I like it. The commuter traffic hasn't started yet. Bicha might be able to make it down to our house unseen if quick enough. It's only three houses."
"Guys, please no."
"Go put your socks and sneakers on. Streakers always have those on," Dean told me.
Defeated, I went back to my room and returned in the "official" streakers attire. Something inside me stirred and my dick started to come to life. Really? Every time?
"Looks like you're getting excited to do this, no matter how much you complain," Dale commented. "Ok, so as to make it fair, we'll go home and call you when to go. You have five minutes after we call to get to our house. That way you can try and wait until there are no cars on the street. But don't wait too long. You only have 5 minutes or you'll be punished again. Right Dean?"
"YES," Dean exclaimed. "And bicha, don't run around to the back door. Since you're coming from the front of the street you should use the front door. Ring the bell and we'll answer."
"Perfect. Now no covering up either," Dale reminded me. I removed my hands from my groin as they had unconsciously tried to provide cover. My erection was sticking straight out. Grinning at me Dean went out the back door followed by Dale who whispered to me, "You really love this, don't you?"
There was no denying it. While in no way did I want to get caught doing any of this, part of me loved being forced into these situations. The humiliation was a turn on for some reason, as was evident by my hard dick every time. Of course, cocksucking was the most enjoyable part. I was scared of the butt fucking which I knew was coming, but I'd worry about that later. Right now I had a mission.
Less than a minute after Dean and Dale left, the phone rang. That didn't take them anytime at all.
"Hello. Oh hi dad." My father called to tell me something about a plumber installing a water purification system to our well pump or something stupid like that. Who cares dad. I knew that Dean and Dale were trying to call me and then were going to get a busy signal. They'd probably think I did it on purpose. Come on dad, get off the phone and go back to work I kept screaming in my head. Finally after an eternity he said goodbye.
I no sooner had hung up when the phone rang again. "Bicha," Dean screamed into the phone. "Did you think you could avoid streaking by taking the phone off the hook?"
I explained about my dad calling but he could have cared less. Well, now you only have 2 minutes to get down here. Go!" He slammed the phone down so hard a thought my ear was busted.
I glanced at my watch to time myself. I knew the actual run would only take about 30 seconds, which meant I had a minute and a half leeway to wait for the coast to be clear. Fuck! My dad talked longer than I thought. It was now 3:35 and the commuter traffic was going to begin if it hadn't already. I stepped out onto the porch and noticed that my dick, which had deflated when talking with my father, was quickly on the rise again. I am a sicko.
I crept to the end of the driveway watching for cars in either direction. There were a few cars heading our way at the end of the road. If I waited for them to pass, I might run out of time. And there was no guarantee that others weren't to follow. "Just go for it" I thought. So I did.
I never ran so hard or fast in my life. My heart was racing as I stood on the Soarer's front steps ringing the bell several times. The boys opened the inside door but the screen door was locked as I tried to open it.
"May we help you?" Dean said in a sing song voice.
"Come on, please let me in."
Whoosh. Whoosh. My head spun around as the two cars from the end of the street went by. Lucky for me they didn't seem to notice me.
"Be a good little bicha and run down and get our mail," Dale told me.
I knew better than to argue so I took off for the end of their driveway. Just as I took the mail out of the mailbox another car came up the road. I slammed the mailbox shut and turned to run back when the driver and I locked eyes. Shit, he saw me. Worse yet was his son in the passenger seat who looked to be around my age. His mouth was open in shock.
Running at full speed ahead, I took off for the back of the house instead of the front door. I'd take whatever punishment from Dean and Dale rather than being seen any longer by some man and his boy driving down the road.
Pounding on the back door, Dean opened it and I practically fell inside. They were laughing their proverbial assess off as I stumbled and fell to the floor out of breath.
One minute later, Mrs. Soarer was calling us upstairs. Having been spotted, I was worried about what might happen yet I didn't lose any of my erection. When we got to the top of the stairs, Mrs. Soarer had an angry expression on her face. Standing behind her off to the left was the driver of the car and his kid. Holy Crap. Luckily, I didn't recognize him but Dale did.
"Boys, what are you doing? And Jamie, why were you running outside naked?"
I stood there dumbfounded attempting to cover my boner with my hands, not that it mattered at this point. I wanted to say because you all are a bunch of perverts and your boys made me. Instead I mumbled, " Ah...Um..."
"Sorry mama. He lost a bet so we dared him to run to the mailbox naked," Dale informed his mother. Turning to the boy Dale greeted him, "Hey Keith."
"Hi Dale." Turns out this boy Keith was in Dale's class at school in Eastford. A moment of silence seemed to last forever as Keith looked me over head to toe. Truthfully he just stared at my hard cock partially hidden behind my hands.
"Jamie, stand up straight and stop fondling yourself," Mrs. S. ordered. I dropped my arms to my sides exposing myself full frontal to Keith and his dad, my erection pointing directly at them. "So you thought it would be funny to have your cousin go streaking?" Cousin? I guess that was her cover story.
"We didn't think he'd actually do it," Dean said. He sounded so innocent.
"I'm very disappointed in you boys," she fake scolded us. "I know boys will be boys but still, shame on you. And Jamie, you're older, you should know better. Just because they dared you didn't mean you have to do it. What if they dared you to jump off a bridge?"
"Sorry," was all I could barely reply as I looked down at the floor to avoid making eye contact. I so badly wanted to cover up my erection.
"Well you all deserve to be punished. No dessert or television tonight for any of you. Jamie, you need to understand there are consequences running around like that." With that, she sat down on the sofa and pulled me over her lap and began spanking me. Wham, wham, wham, wham, wham. A dozen or so hard slaps were delivered in quick succession to my already tender backside. I squirmed around her lap trying to avoid another spanking. If she noticed my red butt cheeks from the beating Huck gave me she didn't comment.
Standing me back up she looked down at me and watched me wipe my running nose and eyes. "Well?"
"Sorry it won't happen again." I knew from spankings from my own father that was the only response they wanted to hear.
Turning to the driver of the car, Mrs. Soarer dealt me another blow. "If you'd like to have a go at him for wasting your valuable time, please feel free."
"I think I will. Young man, get over here," he said in a booming voice as he sat on a side chair.
I slowly walked over to him and saw Dean and Dale out of the corner of my eye. They were loving this but couldn't express too much glee as they never knew what might happen. Their mother might make them get a spanking too for this guy's benefit. I heard Keith say, "Oh wow," as I leaned over his dad's legs exposing my backside and hanging balls.
"I usually strap my boy now that he's in junior high, but a good old fashion over the knee spanking should work nicely," he said as he held me over his lap. I watched as Keith's face which was red from his own embarrassment about being whipped turn to glee as I was about to be spanked in front of him.
"If you'd like, you can use a strap. I don't want you to hurt your hand as I'm sure you're much stronger than I am," Mrs. Soarer said before he could begin.
"Well, that's mighty nice of you."
Nice hell, the bitch, I thought as he pulled me to my feet. He took his belt out of his pants and doubled it over. Sitting back down he grabbed me again and put one leg over the back of mine as I laid across his legs, my traitorous erection trapped between his knees. There would be no escaping his wrath. He then proceed to give me 10 of the hardest hits I ever had. I was crying from the first one. When he was done, he stood me back up and marched me over to the corner. "Put your hands on your head. Don't even think about trying to rub away the pain. Think about what you did and how you brought this all on yourself."
He turned back to Mrs. Soarer. "Thank-you ma'am. I'm glad to see you took this seriously. So many adults don't."
"Of course. He's my nephew and he's staying with us a few days. I bet his papa will give it to him again when I tell him about this." She would and I did eventually.
If getting caught streaking and then getting a whipping from from stranger wasn't bad enough, Mrs. Soarer added insult to injury. In her softest voice she asked, "Keith, would you like to spank him too?" Before either Keith or his dad could answer, she continued, "After all, you were inconvenienced and subjected to his nakedness. Why don't you give him 10 like your dad did."
Being in a complete mental fog, I couldn't tell you how I got from the corner over Keith's lap, my dick squeezed between his legs. It may have been his first time whipping someone, but Keith proved to be even more competent than his father. As Keith brought down the belt across my butt cheeks he raised his right knee directly into my balls. This action produced two results, 1) additional painful ball busting and 2) my butt automatically reacted by recoiling upwards away from his knee thus meeting the downward belt.
Everyone watched with rapt attention as Keith tenderized my already sore rear end. Nobody, except myself apparently, counted the strokes Keith gave me. His dad eventually came to his senses and told him to stop after the 16th stroke. While not as strong as his dad, between the kneed nuts and 16 strappings I was in a world of hurt. Putting me back in the corner, Keith laughingly whispered, "That was awesome, boner boy."
I was so embarrassed sniffing back tears as my dickhead was actually touching the walls.
As they got to the front door, I heard the dad say, "I'm a little surprised he still has an erection. It must be the hormones at that age. Probably what made him accept the dare in the first place."
"Probably," Mrs. S. replied. "They always seem to get nasty boys into trouble."
"May I ask, he doesn't have much hair? Down there?"
"Oh, he had his appendix out a little while ago and they shaved it off for surgery."
"I see. Well goodnight."
"Bye Dale," Keith said. "We'll talk tomorrow." I knew I'd be the topic of discussion.
As soon as the door was shut, Mrs. Soarer came back over to me and pulled me to the center of the living room. "You embarrassed me in front of a total stranger. Dean, go get your father's belt."
"No, please," I cried. My ass couldn't take anymore.
Dean returned with a belt and a smile on his face and went to hand it to his mother. She shook her head and told him he and Dale could each deliver 5 hits. You'd have thought they had won the lottery.
In no time flat my butt experienced another 10 hard whips of the belt administered by the very two bastards who had put me in the situation in the first place. I was ordered to the corner again with my hands on top of my head to "think about what I had done." Hell, I didn't do anything but follow the boys' orders. How unfair is this?
A few minutes passed when the doorbell rang. I nearly jumped out of my skin afraid someone was going to see me like this. Luckily, whoever it was went to the side door not the front door so I wouldn't be seen in the living room.
I heard greetings and two women talking. Then a few younger voices say their goodbyes and the mom issuing instructions to be good. A minute later, Dean and Dale walked back into the living room with their friends from school, Owen and Paul, in tow. Shit, first Huck now these two. Was this a reunion? Would I be sucking everybody I sucked at the fair again today I wondered.
Mrs. Soarer came into the room and said, "Dean honey, take your Bicha downstairs so you and your friends can use it. We need to leave in a half an hour, so be quick. It's getting late."
What?! I shouldn't have been shocked but I wasn't. Mrs. S. was openly allowing her sons and their friends to use me sexually. Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the basement door. "Look at Bicha's ass. It got whipped several times today. It's nice and red."
Everyone but me laughed as we descended the stairs.
Dean was loving it though and was very excited. My butt was still throbbing from the beating it took which actually kept my mind off of the fact that Dean had stopped washing under his foreskin. If I had been more fully aware, I would have noticed the awful stench. Luckily, he only lasted a few minutes before he shot his watery 11 year old boy juice into my mouth. "Next," he said with a smile on his face as he pulled out.
Owen went next. He was so excited to be getting a "free" blowjob he lasted only two short minutes. Personally I would have liked it to last longer as his dick tasted sooo good. His spunk was sweet as honey and coated my mouth as I swallowed his load.
Paul stepped up seconds after Owen withdrew from my mouth. Slamming his dick to the back of my mouth his few pubic hairs smashed against my nose. He held me there and I began to work my mouth on his hard rod. We both loved the sucking action I gave him. Paul lasted about 6 minutes and blew most of his wad in my mouth, pulling out at the end and giving me a nice facial. I knew I'd suck these two off again and again if given the opportunity.
Dale went last. He kept his cock cleaner than Dean but after a day of sweat and pee it was mildly stinky. I grabbed his hips and began bobbing up and down on his bigger cock. I closed my eyes and was loving this part of today. I didn't know if what I had been through so far today was worth it, but the reward at the end was a nice mouthful of spunk from a boy just a few months younger than myself. Thirteen year old boys do produce sweet tasty cum.
"Boys. Finish up with the Bicha. We've got to go," Mrs. S. called down almost the second Dale fed me his load of baby makers.
"Good job bicha. You've had a busy day so go home, the back way," Dean commanded.
I was out the door in a flash running home with a hard on leading the way. Collapsing on my bed and thinking about everything that happened today I jerked off spraying cum all over my stomach and chest. Scooping some up with my fingers I ate a bit of it leaving the rest to dry on my skin as I fell fast asleep dick in hand.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: A little shorter chapter. Poor Jamie seems to have had more than his fair share of spanking today, and the day's not over yet. Stay tuned for chapter 16, another one of my favorites.