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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Reader Warning: Some of what Jamie experiences will be on the kinkier, fetish side over the next few chapters, or more if there is reader interest.
Deans Bicha Chpt 34
MONDAY MORNING
We awoke around 7:30 the next morning. The bed was nice and toasty with two horny teens and one perverted preteen boy under the covers. Dean smiled a warm, caring smile at me and said, "Good morning bicha. I hope you slept well."
"Yes Mestre'," I answered. Maybe today wouldn't turn out to be too bad. Maybe he said what he said just to scare me. Maybe he missed me and would be nicer now. Maybe his father's punishment had changed him. My mind was racing with possibilities.
Dean reached over and enveloped my junk in his hand squeezing it firmly. So much for wishful thinking I thought. "You've got three punishments for today bicha." First was the extra punishment of Ben Gay Balls from last night for begging. Second was the 2nd of 6 daily punishments which he hoped I took 'like a man." Third was the biggest punishment for lying. He laughingly said he doubted I be able to handle that too well.
Releasing his grip on me and turning to his brother Dean sincerely said, "Dale, Thank-you for being such a good big brother last week."
"You're Welcome," Dale replied. Then the two leaned into each other and kissed. Not a brotherly peck on the cheek, but a deep, long, hot and heavy, mouth open, tongue mashing kiss. Wow. I laid there watching as my morning wood turned to hardened steel.
Rolling back over Dean told me, "Since it's morning I think I'm going to change up your penalty punishment for begging last night. No Ben Gay. How's that sound bicha?"
"Yes, thank-you Mestre'," I naively answered. Had I known what was in store for me I might have let him set my balls on fire with the menthol sports cream.
Dean straddled my chest and poked his morning wood in my mouth and told me not to suck just hold it there. Then he proceeded to ask and answer a few questions: "What do all teenage boys have first thing in the morning? A piss hard-on. What is one of the first things boys want to do, besides jerking off that is? Take a piss. Lastly, What is the most convenient spot for your Mestre' to pee?"
My eyes grew not to the size of saucers but of dinner plates. NO! Please NO! I had had a few brief tastes of pee previously, but not strong morning piss. I let out a high pitched whine to indicate my feelings which resulted in Dean smiling wickedly.
"I'll go slowly this being your first time drinking it directly. I don't want you to spill any or be deprived of a single drop. Just like fine wine, my pee should be savored. I really want you to enjoy the taste." The next thing I knew Dean had released a short flow of bitter dark yellow urine in my mouth. "Swallow like a good bicha."
I did quickly and realized I had better get this over with as fast as possible. I was hoping the faster the better to avoid tasting it. Wrong again. Just as with his smegma covered cock last night it was terrible. Short blasts of Dean's pee continued to enter my mouth allowing me ample time to keep drinking down his waste water.
I thought he was done for a moment as the bursts stopped. Then Dean informed me he was going to open up and let the rest out all at once and I had better swallow faster. Luckily he was almost finished so I didn't have too much more to drink, however, a few small drops escaped my lips and ran down my face.
Completely done Dean ordered me to open my piss hole (which is how he referred to my mouth now). Still resting his now softened dick on my tongue Dean shook the last remaining drops out. I wanted to puke. "How's that taste bicha?"
Now I had a dilemma. Answer truthfully that it was disgusting and risk being punished for disrespecting him or lie (also punishable) and say it was wonderful. I tried to be diplomatic. "It must be an acquired taste Mestre'."
Both Soarer boys laughed at my answer. Dean said, "I didn't plan on starting you out on morning piss so soon. But you are right, it is an acquired taste. You did fairly well, though you let some run down your face. So I think you should practice more. Dale, feed bicha your piss."
Fuck! I thought as Dale got into position not questioning his brothers instructions. Just before Dale began Dean told me, "bicha if you let any of his spill I'll have Jeff give you more practice when he comes over. Otherwise, we can keep this a private thing." That was enough of an incentive to swallow every last bit of Dale's pee. Then Dean dropped the proverbial bombshell, "Dale see how fast the bicha can drink."
"Ok. Here goes bicha. You ready?" Dale asked me. I nodded slightly praying I could chug his strong tasting morning brew. The flow began and I could tell despite Dean's orders 'to just let it flow', Dale was being kind and slowing the stream a few times allowing me the opportunity to empty my mouth.
Just before he was done, Dale stopped peeing and like his younger bro ordered me to open wide. I was instructed not to swallow but hold his "offering" as he called it in my mouth. Dale proceeded to fill my mouth almost completely with the last of his piss.
Dean quickly took a picture of Dale's dick resting on my lips with my mouth filled to the brim with steaming hot morning piss. How awful. A few taps on my bottom lip to shake off the last drops and then I was allowed to "drink up". Yuck! Two horrible "morning juices" as they would affectionally be called.
"Very good bicha. You didn't miss any," Dean congratulated me. Looks like Jeff misses out. For now. But here's another rule. Rule #12 - You will drink either my or Dale's piss at least once a day. Sometimes both. Not morning piss, we'll save that for punishments like this morning. How's that sound?"
"Thank you Mestre'," I meekly replied. It was of course my only option. I was afraid to ask to relieve myself figuring they'd make me drink that too but I desperately had to go. "May I use the bathroom?"
"You can go in a while. Just hold it." Damn.
"Ok bicha, let's get your second punishment over with before breakfast. Display."
I immediately got into position. WHAM! Dean's foot once again slammed into my unprotected nuts. Remaining on my knees but curled over clutching my crushed stones, Dean waited for me to get back into 'display' without being told. I could tell he was happy I was learning.
"Very good bicha. You didn't piss yourself. I'm impressed." I was too.
Shock of shocks Dean walked away and came back with the dreaded Ben Gay. I couldn't endure that heat again and pleaded with him, "Please Mestre'. No Ben Gay. You said you weren't going to use it. My balls don't need it."
"I said I wasn't going to use it for a punishment. This is to help you heal after taking such a hard hit to your precious balls. Don't they need it?"
"No, I'll be fine without it, honest."
"Well if that's the case..." If he finished the sentence I never heard it after my brain registered the pain of his foot squarely connecting with my retreating gonads. "Ah, what a shame. You couldn't control yourself as well this time."
Looking down at the vinyl tiled floor there were a dozen or so drops of pee which literally had been kicked out of me. "Better lick those up before mama sees you dirtied her floor." Knowing I had better comply I swiped my tongue across the floor lapping up my piss along with some floor grit. Yuck. "Display."
Fuck. He's going to keep kicking until I do need the muscle rub. This was a lose-lose situation if there ever was one. "SLAM." Third time is the charm as the saying goes. Curled up in agony I heard Dean say, "You did better holding your piss so that's some progress." Dean then put on a glove and rubbed more Ben Gay on my balls. "Maybe you'll learn bicha. Maybe."
Thirty seconds later a blow torch like heat is giving me a huge set of burning balls. Once again I'm dancing and running around the room stupidly trying to ease the searing heat in my battered and busted balls. I could have at least avoided two kicks if I had only let him put this on after the first kick. Stupid me, when will I learn.
Ultimately we go through the same process as last night, me running around and Dean eventually washing off the sports cream. They both put on briefs and we headed up for breakfast. For the first time I thought how I'd like to eat in just briefs too.
Once upstairs Dean asks me if I still need to pee. The heat of the Ben Gay took precedence over my need to urinate. Now that he reminded me, the pressure was stronger than ever to empty my bladder. "Yes Mestre' please may I go the the bathroom."
"We're already at the table and I don't feel like getting up." I was between the brothers on the bench seating. "Mama, do have a drinking mug for my bicha?" MY bicha? MY? I am nothing more than his faggot possession I think.
His mother, not saying a word, hands Dean a tall, clear, plastic mug with a handle on it. It has some faded writing on it, apparently advertising some beer or place they visited. Dean gives it to me and says, "Here, use this." In disbelief that I'm expected to pee at the kitchen table I look at him shocked. "Go on, do it."
Moving the mug under the table and placing my dick inside I'm stopped just before I can release my stream. Dean orders, "Stand up. I know you fags prefer to sit to pee but we want to make sure you don't spill anything."
Dale and Dean slide the table slightly away providing just enough room for me to half stand holding the mug under my dick. I'm so embarrassed to be doing this in their kitchen. Closing my eyes I hear the first few drops then a much stronger stream as my bladder feels so much lighter. Mr. Soarer walks in the kitchen just as I'm finishing.
Without having to say anything to his sons, Dean and Dale proceed to explain why I'm peeing in a mug at the kitchen table. While everything they said was true, of course it was twisted around and taken out of context. The shortened version was I was being punished for leaving out details from last week, specifically Randolph and his brothers. I could have just exploded when they mentioned I was "used" by Donny and Robby too.
"Come here bicha," Mr. Soarer ordered.
Setting down the drinking mug filled with my hot morning piss, I scooted past Dean. That mug was the only thing from which I would be allowed to drink in the future and it was never washed to preserve the 'seasoning' it was given. Water, milk, real juice, or an occasional soda and stale piss remains don't mix very well.
Mr. Soarer turned me around and bent me over like last weekend to examine my butthole. Having found it sufficiently healed, "after being used" he turned to Dean and said, "Once you are ready, you may use the bicha. Don't go overboard."
"Thank-you papa. I won't."
"You must teach your bicha to be honest. You may each give it 2 with the cane for lying."
"Jeff and Matt are supposed to come today. Should they be allowed to cane bicha too? After all they got grounded too because of it."
Mr. S. thought for a moment then gave his approval with a warning to go lightly. All marks should be faded by morning in case my parents saw my butt cheeks. With that settled, Mr. S. left for work and I returned to sit between the boys who were smiling from ear to ear at their good fortune.
We devoured breakfast and by some miracle of miracles I was not forced to drink my morning piss. Dale called the Archer brothers and told them to come at 11:00AM, which gave us two and a half hours to get ready. We went downstairs to shower but first Dean said we had to do some "inside" cleaning out.
Dale, who either anticipated Dean's moves or knew of them in advance, came from the laundry room with two 2-litre bottles filled with what I knew to be their collected week's urine. Taking one of the caps off Dale sniffed the pungent liquid and made a face of disgust. He filled an enema bag and before he could screw the top back on, Dean grabbed it and poured some in a clear glass. (My mug was still upstairs.)
"Isn't that foul looking?" Dean asked holding it up to the light, then like his brother he smelled it. "Phew. If you thought regular morning piss was bad, week old piss is even worse. Be glad you didn't have to drink that." Tilting his head as if to consider it or not, Dean straightened out his head and said, "Oh, what the hell. You might as well sample it." Handing me the glass which had about one-half a cup of yellow/brown cloudy several days old piss in it he smilingly ordered me to "drink up."
I looked at it and could smell the decaying stench. Dean must have been feeling generous because he gave me a warning for taking too long to follow an order. "Swallow it or you'll earn another punishment bicha." I chugged their rancid liquid discharge, unfortunately some spilt out of the corners of my mouth as I tilted the glass so quickly.
If spilling some wasn't bad enough, I started coughing and gagging. Dean and Dale roared at my discomfort. "Dean, you cannot punish bicha for that. This stuff is like death itself. How about this," he offered, "Bicha, you can't brush your teeth this morning. Keep that taste in your mouth until we give you something better." He tugged on his own balls indicating it would be their cum.
"Brilliant. You're the best Mano," Dean told his brother. That would not be the word I would have used to describe Dale at the moment, but would soon. "Come on, let's get it cleaned inside and out."
Dean took off for the bathroom with Dale and I following. Dale whispered in my ear as Dean was already in the other room, "He's just going to set you up to fail all day and get one punishment after another. I'm just trying to keep things to a minimum for you and moving along." I nodded a quick "thanks" as we entered the bathroom. Yup, "brilliant" was how I would describe Dale after all.
Dean was ready with the enema bag nozzle to shove it up my butt. I think I'll spare you the graphic details, save it to say it took 4 bags before Dean was satisfied I was "ready for action." "Action" that I had never even dreamed was possible.
Back in their rec room Dean had me kneel down in display position while he and Dale went to discuss something out of my earshot. Dale was shaking his head no but Dean was clearly wanting to do something his brother didn't. I prayed Dale would win the debate. A few minutes later my heart sunk as Dale finally nodded his head in approval. Dean had won.
All smiles, Dean came over and told me to get Dale hard. Dale was now lying on Dean's bed with his feet hanging over the end resting on the floor. His legs were spread wide giving me ample room to crawl between them and start working his cock with my mouth. Deep down I knew this was not going to be just a simple blowjob.
As I knelt there sucking Dale's dick, Dean moved behind me a spread my butt cheeks with his hands. Suddenly I felt Dean's tongue rimming my hole. Deeper and deeper Dean drove his young tongue in my most private place. God, if this is punishment, I'll take it everyday I thought. My excitement was to be short-lived.
Pulling his face from my ass, Dean said, "Get his cock good and wet bicha. Your spit is the only lube you're getting besides mine back here when we fuck you." Crap. Looks like I'm taking it up the ass this morning too.
Eventually Dean tired of eating my hole and withdrew his warm, wet, wonderfully talented tongue from my hole. Telling me to stand up and turn around I was instructed to "sit on Dale's cock." Between Dean's and my spit I had enough lubrication as I impaled myself to Dale's pubic bone. Dean took great delight in slapping my own boner down and telling me I was "such a fag for getting hard while getting fucked up the ass." Both Soarer boys laughed at my humiliation.
Dale grabbed my hips from behind and guided me up and down on his cock for a minute or two. This was another "punishment" which I would gladly accept. That was until Dean asked, "Is bicha ready?"
"Yes," Dale grunted between thrusts up my ass, "but go slowly."
I had no idea what they were talking about as Dean grabbed my shoulders when I was completely sitting on Dale's dick keeping me in place. Slowly, Dean guided me back until I now was lying on top of Dale's chest, his dick wedged up my poop chute. Stepping between both of our spread legs, Dean spit on his own cock a few times and worked it all around his dickhead. Then he looked me in the eye and instructed me to watch him closely. "I went to see your face bicha."
I was still too naive and/or too stupid to realize what was going to happen. It wasn't until Dean placed his knob at the entrance to my backdoor on top of his brother's dick that I began to panic.
"No Mestre'. Please, no."
Dean's wicked smile told me there would be no denying him the opportunity to double penetrate me. Other than hearing Dean instructing me to "breathe deeply" my entire universe was centered on my asshole. I could feel my hole stretch wider and wider with every additional inch of Soarer boy cock filling it up. Dean may have been watching my expression as he stuffed a second dick into me though I never saw his. My mind had simply imagined my once small rosebud get bigger and bigger, wider and wider, filled with "two Portuguese sausages" as Dean laughed once he was completely in place.
"Good bicha," Dean congratulated me as he and Dale enjoyed the tightness of my hole surrounding their cocks. My ass muscles were automatically contracting, squeezing their members providing enjoyment without them having started to fuck me yet.
"Give bicha a minute to adjust Dean," Dale warned his brother for which I was grateful.
Dean lied down chest to chest with me, his and his brother's cocks still side by side in my love tunnel. "Mmm, this feels so good bicha."
Once my sphincter stopped contracting Dean knew it was time to begin. Standing back up he smiled his most evil smile as his dick was pulled from my ass. Leaving only the tip inside, Dean asked me, "Ready?" The next instant I was screaming in pain as Dean rammed his cock full force up my ass.
"DEAN, I said go SLOWLY," Dale shouted below.
"Sorry," Dean fake apologized.
For the next 10-12 minutes I lied on Dale's chest with his dick lodged in my butt from below as his younger, more sinister brother fucked me from above. I don't remember too much of what Dean and Dale said or did throughout my ordeal as my mind blanked out.
Finally Dean began to go faster and faster despite any warnings from Dale. Crying out in happiness Dean filled me up with his sperm. Pulling himself out allowed Dale to begin thrusting from below. Soon Dale's spunk joined his brothers in my "cock holder" as it would come to be known.
Grabbing me by the hair, Dean shoved his dirty dick in my mouth. I knew I had best clean it ass-to-mouth. Dale followed then we all rested a few minutes. Turning to me Dean asked, "So? How did you like your first double penetration bicha?"
Without answering his question I responded, "I didn't even know that was possible."
The Soarer boys laughed and Dean said, "Shit. There's lots of stuff you gotta learn. Let's clean up before Jeff and Matt get here."
We all climbed into the shower, a rather tight fit, and Dean had me soap and wash them from head to toe. At least this was something we all could thoroughly enjoy as was evident by our boners.
Dean and Dale got out of the shower and dried off. Instructed to put my hands on my head, Dean took the shower nozzle and directed the fine pin point spray first at my arm pits then my unprotected nuts. Dale followed this using the fast pulsing stream at my balls and asshole. Using a rather hard bristle brush the boys scrubbed my pits and parts followed by another spraying down. Finished, I was told to dry off and get out as they went to get dressed.
Surprisingly, Dean allowed me to put on an old pair of his cut-offs, no briefs, and a small t-shirt. Dale did throw me his can of deodorant which I sprayed under my arms (oh the poor ozone layer). It was more than I thought I'd be allowed and was grateful.
We heard Mrs. S. let Matt and Jeff in followed by thundering footsteps running downstairs. Hellos were exchanged after having not seen one another for a week. Matt turned to me and said, "Hey Jamie, I got great news. Wanna Guess?"
"You got in?" I asked excitedly.
"YES!" Matt shared his news with the Soarer boys, he was going to start baseball day camp later this week. It was four days a week, and games either Saturday or Sunday afternoons. He was thrilled to be accepted in the 13 and up club though he wouldn't be around everyday like last year. He so badly wanted to play ball in high school and college and knew this would help improve his skills.
His mom would be taking him today after lunch to buy some required additional sports gear. Jeff would hang around with us. Dean suggested we celebrate.
"Bicha, give Matt a congratulatory blowjob." Friend or not, Matt accepted by dropping his shorts and briefs. Dean told me to get naked like a good queer boy. I saw Matt shoot Dean a look though he said nothing. Kneeling down I swallowed Matt to his still straight, new grown pubes. As I serviced him Dean said, "You know Matt, bicha is still responsible for sucking you everyday."
"Well, I guess if he doesn't mind," Matt relied in between thrusts into my mouth.
"No, it doesn't mind. Maybe bicha can meet you right when you get home, he can lick your ball sweat out of your cup first." Everyone laughed, Matt too. I chuckled to myself and got hard.
"Look, bicha likes the idea. He's hard!" Jeff exclaimed.
"IT certainly is," Dean corrected.
I gave my daily blowjobs to the rest of the boys: Jeff, Dean, then Dale surprisingly last. When we were done, or I was done to be more accurate, Dean suggested we move right to Rule #11, Fuckings. Since Matt had to leave he would go first, but only after Dean said, "Let's make it a little more interesting for the bicha."
Taking some leather twine Dean looped it around to create a slip knot at one end which he proceeded to put around my balls only leaving my cock unrestricted. As he pulled it down I lowered myself to avoid having my nuts stretched. Dean tied each end of the twine to my feet. I could no longer straighten out my legs. Pushing me over on my back my legs were lifted and Dean stood in between them.
"Now, when you fuck it, as you hold and lift the ankles the balls get tugged. A little payback for getting us in trouble last week."
Jeff loved the idea, Matt's expression showed he did not though he kept quiet again. Dean guided Matt between my legs to begin "using it's sorry ass for something good." Matt carefully eased the tip of his cock in my hole. I'm not sure which of us was enjoying it more at that point. Ignoring Dean's suggestion to "ram it up it's hole fast" Matt slid himself into me smoothly and with tenderness. This was a fucking I was going to enjoy.
Soon my friend was buried deep up my butt stopping once his pubes were tickling my ass cheeks. Matt allowed me to adjust to his dick lodged up my butt then pulled back leaving only the crown at my entrance. He repeated his actions eventually getting faster and faster. My legs were splayed open tugging the twine at my nuts but not to the point of hurting. Having just blown his load down my throat, Matt lasted a good 10-15 minutes before releasing his baby makers in my love tunnel.
Dean told me to clamp by butt closed to avoid having Matt's spunk run out like a good Bicha. Jeff was already lining himself in position when Dean then instructed me to clean Matt's dick, ass-to-mouth. Matt said it wasn't necessary but Dean wouldn't have it any other way. I nodded at Matt to indicate I'd do it. Moving around to my head, Matt stood over me just as Jeff rammed his shorter, but no less thick, dick up my hole causing me to moan out opening my mouth. Dean pushed Matt's dick in my mouth to be cleaned.
Friends or not, Matt clearly enjoyed the additional attention I was giving his spent dick which started to rise to the occasion again. I laid on my back, legs spread, balls pulled tight as the two Archer brothers spit roasted me for another 5 minutes. Jeff had no sperm to give nor staying power as he had his dry orgasm quickly. He did manage to push my legs as far apart as he could inflicting pain to my tender gonads.
Dale went third with Jeff getting his cock cleaned. Dale surprisingly pounded me the fastest and hardest of all four. Placing my ankles on his shoulders I thought my balls would be sparred until he started pulling on the twine with one of his hands. I thought my balls were going to be either yanked off or sliced off from the tightening twine. I didn't know if Dale was treating me this way for his brother's benefit or not. Regardless, it was rough. When he came, Dale said in between each thrust, "take - my - cum - you - dirty - little - bicha," as he looked me in the eye and winked at me. I guess his rough fuck was for his brother's benefit after all.
Dean went last. He slid in and savored the moment. I think he got more pleasure from his cock being surrounded by the other loads of boy batter than from my ass. Whatever the reason, Dean fucked me like a champ for the longest even slowing down when he was at the edge of shooting. When he did cum, Dean collapsed lying down on me holding me tight. "God, you're such a good fucking bicha." Realizing he couldn't say much more in front of the Archers, Dean pulled his cum covered cock from my ass and moved around to my mouth. "Clean my dick. There are four good loads for you to eat up bicha. HaHaHa," he laughed along with the others. Really only three since Jeff didn't fire anything yet, but Dean was being nice to his friend.
It wasn't even noon and I had been double penetrated, given four blow jobs, and been gang banged by the four of them. I shouldn't say gang banged as taking it up the ass by the four of them would become a daily occurrence with the implementation of Rule #11. Dean latter would tell me that any day I didn't get my ass reamed at least four times I was doing something wrong and a true gang bang had to involve at least 6 different boys and 10 dicks up my butthole.
The boys dressed while I stayed naked. Heading upstairs for a snack and drink Matt expressed his concern about my lack of clothes but Dean said not to worry, "my mom is used to seeing bicha naked." I just shrugged my shoulders when Matt looked at me.
Mrs. S. poured the boys drinks and provided cheese and crackers along with some fruit for a healthy snack. Then bringing me my plastic mug from this morning she said, "Oh here you go bicha, you didn't finish your apple juice from this morning." Neither Matt or Jeff took notice of the foul looking morning piss which I was now expected to drink in front of them. Dean wore his trademark evil smile.
"Thank-you Mrs. Soarer," I answered knowing I had no other alternative. Dean held up his drink and challenged us to chug. We all raised our mugs and clinked them together and started drinking. I choked back tears as my stale, luke warm morning piss went down my throat. It was awful but I managed to finish it, albeit last, no surprise there.
Matt said he had to head home to go get his new baseball gear. After he left the four of us headed back downstairs. Dean wasted no time in telling Jeff why I had come in last chugging our drinks.
"No fucking way! Did he really just drink his own pee?"
"Yes IT did. And it drank our piss this morning too as one of its punishment." Dean informed an astonished Jeff. "Want to pee in its mouth now?"
"Yeah! Can I?" Jeff asked.
"Sure. Come on bicha, get in the tub, I bet we all can go." Moments later I was lying flat in the tub, mouth open, awaiting three hot loads of boy piss. Dean had Jeff stand closest to my head and allowed him to direct his flow directly in my mouth. Eventually Jeff filled me up and his piss ran over my lips and all across my face. Meanwhile, Dean and Dale were covering the rest of my body with more hot, steaming pee.
Jeff got great delight ordering me to swallow at Dean's suggestion. "Man, that's the grossest thing I've ever seen. That's worse than cleaning our dicks after we fuck him," Jeff exclaimed.
"You mean IT. After we fuck IT. Bicha is an IT not a HIM." I felt lower than I've ever felt in that moment.
"Oh, right. IT. Got it," Jeff confirmed laughing at the same time as Mrs. Soarer called down to us. It seems Mrs. Archer called and decided she wanted Jeff to come home too. Seeing the disappointment on his face, Dean ordered me to give Jeff a goodbye blowjob quickly. I swallowed Jeff's dick and sucked his cock one last time for the day before he left.
"You did good, bicha. Now let's get on with some punishments," Dean said...
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Well Jamie's experiences have become a little wilder with the introduction of morning piss play and double penetration. Things get more extreme in the next few chapters.
Spoiler Alert: Jamie stands up for himself soon.
I was going to shorten Punishment Week so I can move the story forward to July 4th weekend. It is a storyline I've had in my imagination for quite along time and I'm excited to be putting it in writing now. However, I think there is a detour coming for our young bicha as he has some adventures on his own.
Side Note: I posted a story I wrote maybe two years ago. It's in the Gay High School section. Please check it out. It's titled: Dare Devil Dylan.
I had intended it to be a one and done, but if there is interest, I could be talked into writing more at some point. Though that won't be for a while (November at the earliest.) Please let me know what you think.