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 Chapter 35
Monday Morning
Jeff was disappointed that he could not take part in punishing me this afternoon. However, he was happy Dean had me suck him off one more time. I shouldn't have been surprised he thanked Dean for the blow job when I had been the one doing the sucking, but I was.
"Man I wish I could hang around this afternoon. What are you guys going to do?"
"Bicha has quite a few punishments coming. Papa said we could each give It two light canings cause It got us grounded. But we can save those for when you're here." Dean replied.
"Darn. I'd love to cane him now but I gotta go," Jeff complained.
"It. Punish IT," Dean reminded Jeff of my status.
"Oh, right. IT," to which they all laughed.
"Why don't you give It's balls a few punches before you go. Better than nothing."
"YES. That would be super," Jeff gleefully said as he came over in front of me and pushed me backwards on the floor. I had been kneeling the entire time since I sucked him off and hadn't been told I could get up.
Pushing my legs apart Jeff knelt between them and delivered the first nut crushing blow. Automatically my knees came up in a defensive move to protect my sensitive orbs. Jeff was having none of that and pushed my knees back down. My hard-on, which I got while sucking his dick began to fade.
WHAM. The second jab was worse than the first. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes and my cock drooped even more.
Before he could deliver the third punch Dean whispered something in Jeff's ear. His eyes widened as he listened. I figured this would not be good for me. My dick was totally soft by this point, afraid of Jeff's next move.
"You can do that?" Jeff asked in disbelief.
"Give it a try. If it works we'll see how much of a faggot It really is."
Now I was scared. What were they planning on doing I wondered. Jeff's next punch wasn't as ball shattering as the first two had been. He lightly tapped my sack with his knuckles, putting some pressure on my sore balls, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. Strange? Why is he going so softly?
Jeff then started a steady rhythm alternating left and right soft but firm punches to my balls. After about the 20th hit something started to stir in me. My dick began filling with blood. I was getting hard from Jeff's gentle yet consistent ball punching. This did not go unnoticed for long as I soon had a raging boner.
"WOW, look. Bicha got hard. He likes it. I mean, IT likes it." Jeff exclaimed causing Dale and Dean to laugh even more.
"Keep going Jeff," Dale instructed getting into the act. "A little faster and a little harder." So much for Dale's help right now.
Jeff complied and I was beginning to feel the approaching climax. Could I really cum from having my balls beaten like this? Throwing my head back I let out a moan of pleasure as my boys were battered into submission.
The punches kept increasing in speed and intensity causing me both more pain and pleasure at the same time. Eventually, I reached my zenith as Jeff slammed his fist into my gonads with enough force to make me begin firing off. The first blast hit me on the chin.
"Faster," Dean ordered. Jeff began a rapid fire series of jabs literally beating the spunk right out me. Cum rushed out of my rock hard, yet un-touched, cock spraying across my chest and stomach. My orgasm over, I grabbed his hands to stop the assault which had brought me such an amazing and surprising cum.
"Fuck. That was wicked. I actually punched the cum right out of It's balls." Jeff said, clearly proud of himself.
"Told you. If that doesn't prove It's a fag, nothing ever will," Dean replied. I lied there gasping for breath, covered in a huge load of my own jizz. Knowing I had better eat it up, I was shocked when Dean told me to let it dry on me. I figured this would play part in my afternoon's embarrassment.
"Thanks. I gotta go. Mom's going to be mad I'm late already but it was SO worth it." Jeff thanked Dean again and said goodbye to Dale. Turning to me he said, "I can't believe Matt is friends with such a bicha." The three of them were hysterical as my face turned bright red. I was glad Matt wasn't here to see the spunk literally pounded put of my balls, this time.
Turning to me still lying there recuperating from a massive orgasm, Dean looked at my cum covered body and smiled. "Be honest. You liked that didn't you Jamie?"
I was embarrassed to admit it out loud so I simply nodded my head. Dale and Dean roared with laughter. I felt so ashamed. "It's ok. Some guys get off on a little pain. Now that we know that, we can have lots more fun," Dean explained. "But first we should get you cleaned up."
The next thing I knew Dean was bent over my body licking up my spent spunk. Dale came around to my head and knelt down. He placed his dick in my waiting mouth and started thrusting slowly. Having eaten all my cum, Dean worked his way down to my used hole and began rimming me. My moans of appreciation gave Dale's dick added pleasure too.
Pushing his tongue deep inside my chute, Dean soothed my well used butt with his silky tongue. Squirming around under Dale, I managed to pop his cock out of my mouth long enough to hear myself plead, "Please, fuck me Mestre." Not waiting for an answer, I swallowed Dale to his pubes and resumed his blowjob.
Dean extracted his slippery tongue and knelt behind me. I heard him spit, presumably on his cock, then felt the tip enter my arse. "If that's what you want bicha, here it is." With that he slammed his cock in one fast thrust until he was also balls deep in my butt. Quickly withdrawing Dean began pounding away. Dale, as usual, followed his brother's lead and began to assault my mouth with he same tempo. They were in rhythm slamming their Portuguese sausages into me at both ends. If my boner was any indication, I was loving it.
I went to stroke myself off though Dean pushed my hands away. Wrapping his right hand around my rigid tool he barely pumped it. His left hand grabbed my nuts and he began squeezing and releasing them harder and harder. Shit, could they take any more pain/pleasure I wondered. I don't know if it was his constant hammering of my love nut with his dick or his hand crushing my stones which eventually sent me over the edge. Cum once again erupted from my cock sending it straight up in the air then landing back on my tight stomach.
Dale and Dean started fucking faster and blew in their respective holes about the same time. Dale withdrew from my mouth and Dean from my ass. Now that Dean had emptied his balls, his tender side was gone. Dean crawled up and presented his slimy, cum covered cock to me. "Ass-to-mouth, like always bicha." I dutiful cleaned his spent organ. Dale wiped his spit shined cock on my face. Then I was told to eat my own load.
"Come on, we better get going," Dale told us as he began to get dressed. Mrs. Soarer called down she had packed us a lunch. I guess we would be eating elsewhere.
Dean jumped up and immediately started gathering up items for his duffle bag. I guess whatever he had planned was going to be a surprise because I was ordered to stand in the corner with my nose pressed against the wall as he and Dale moved about the rec room.
"Ok Bicha, get over here," Dean ordered. "Now don't even try to deny it cause you'll just get into more trouble. I know you snooped around our room and saw the picture books under my bed." Busted. So much for trying to talk my way out of that I thought. "It was nice of you to clean up our room. Thought you'd get on our good side. Did you? Well, anyway it didn't work. Now you have to be punished for snooping too."
Pulling out a piece of 1/2 inch thick rope Dean began tying my hands behind my back. Another piece was looped around my balls pushing them to the bottom of my sack with a two foot long end hanging down. Holding up a handkerchief he said he would be "nice" and not blindfold me until we had reached our destination.
Dale was off to the side shaking his head. He gave me a look that said 'You screwed up. Now you gotta pay the price.' "Bro, you gotta put sneakers on bicha, otherwise we'll never get there." Reluctantly, Dean followed his brother's advice and put my socks and sneakers on me.
"Well, I guess that's everything. Let's go,' he said picking up the filled duffle bag. Grabbing the hanging rope tied around my balls, Dean gave a not too gentle tug and we were out the door. Half way across the backyard toward the cornfields Mrs. Soarer called out to remind her boys to be back by 4:00. Whatever they had planned would only last 4 hours.
Now walking with your hands tied behind your back tends to slow a person down. With Dean pulling constantly, my nuts felt the pain several times as I stumbled to keep pace. We made it through to the other side of the cornfields and began heading toward the brook.
Upon reaching the stream, Dean stopped and asked if I wanted to cross myself. I nodded 'yes'. I figured it would be best to do it alone as him tugging the rope would cause more pain to my boys. Dale commented how much I 'must be loving this' since I had a boner. No surprise there.
Dean went first and I followed. Normally it would have been no problem, but without my arms extended to balance me I barely made it across the rocks and stumbled on the last one falling into Dean before landing on my side. Struggling to get up, Dean literally pulled me up by my balls to my feet. I didn't know if I should have thanked him or not. Dale crossed and we continued onward thru the woods toward Glaston.
Seeing my apprehension Dean informed me we were going to find my new Glaston friends. I wasn't too thrilled to be led naked by my nuts toward their houses. What would they think? This would be much harder to explain than losing a bet and streaking thru K-Mart.
We eventually made it to Chase's house. Unlucky for me, he and Everett were in the backyard kicking a soccer ball around. Taking the rope tied around my balls from his brother, Dale secured it to a small tree ensuring I wasn't going anywhere while Dean headed into the backyard. I could see Dean talking to the surprised boys and watched as their heads whipped around looking towards my location.
Seconds later, all three 11 year olds were heading toward me. "Holy Crap," Chase exclaimed upon seeing me naked, hard, with my balls tied to a tree.
"Shit, you gotta stop losing bets Jamie," Everett said as his eyes never left my erection. "Looks like you're having fun at least," he commented nodding at my boner.
I glanced at Dean. Apparently he had explained the situation making it looked as if I was paying off a bet and not his bicha. I was grateful for whatever little amount of embarrassment Dean saved me.
"Yeah, he really sucks at playing cards," Dean interjected then followed with, "Speaking of sucking, I think it's time he did some." I was instructed to kneel down, a rather difficult task with my balls tied to a branch too high for me to get down comfortably as my sack was stretched upward.
Once in position, Dean dropped his shorts and underwear to his ankles and wasted no time shoving his uncut cock in my mouth and pumped away for all he was worth. My hands were still behind my back so Dean literally began face fucking me. A few short minutes later I was swallowing another load of boy batter. Never getting tired of giving me facials, Dean sprayed his last few shots across my lips and cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chase and Everett pulling at their own hard-ons contained inside their briefs and soccer shorts.
Dale went next, also dropping his pants to the ground. I figured this was all for the benefit of Chase and Everett in having them do the same under peer pressure. Minutes later Dale repeated his brothers actions, facial included.
"Whose next?" Dean asked. Chase and Everett looks at each other not knowing exactly what to do. Yes they both wanted blowjobs, but not necessarily in front of the Soarer brothers. "Hurry up, one of you has to go next," Dean encouraged them.
Being the more adventurous one, Everett unzipped his shorts and went to put his dick in my mouth. Dean told him we were all guys and to drop his pants to "get a better experience." Somewhat reluctantly, Everett did just that giving Dean what he wanted, a clear view of the 11 year old's bait and tackle. Completely hairless with a cute cock sticking straight out from his bald groin Everett stuck it in my mouth smashing his soft, tender pubic skin against my nose.
Everett was so excited I don't think it took 2 minutes before I was swallowing his small, watery load. Despite Dean encouraging him, he didn't give me a facial. Extracting himself from my warm mouth, I could see he wanted to pull up his pants but left them around his ankles as had Dean and Dale.
Chase, being more shy and timid had to be talked into exposing himself though he did eventually. I ran my tongue all around his dickhead and nibbled lightly on his cock. He squirmed with pleasure. His blowjob lasted less time than Everett's. I licked my lips of his spunk as he withdrew. Not wanting to be exposed any longer, Chase began to pull up his shorts.
Suddenly, a boy around 15 popped out from behind some shrubs. "Is this a private party? Or can anyone get a bj?"
Chase and Everett quickly pulled up their shorts embarrassed to have been caught by this cute, well built hunk of a boy who was groping his own boner which was obviously ready to pop right out of his soccer shorts. Turning towards Chase he asked him, "So how long you been getting your dicklet sucked baby bro?"
Apparently this was Chase's brother who had followed Chase and Everett into the woods. Not waiting for an answer he turned to Dale and Dean and asked, "Well? What does a guy have to do to get his knob polished?"
"Drop your shorts and stick it in his mouth," Dean said. He and Dale still had made no attempt to pull up their own shorts.
Needing no further prompting, Chase's brother lowered his shorts to his knees revealing his crusty, piss and cum stained jock strap. My mouth started watering at the site. Despite my embarrassing situation I wished I could add it to my burgeoning collection of under garments. Eventually on another visit to Chase's I would succeed.
Chase's brother grabbed the sides of my head and began pumping away into my warm, wet mouth. Dean and Dale began stroking away as I face fucked for the 5th time in less than 20 minutes. Moving closer to the action Dean told Chase and Everett to "drop `em and start pulling your pud. Spray on his face." They didn't need to be told twice.
As I sucked this cute 15 year old's almost 6 inch dick I was surrounded by four other boners all about to shoot off all over my face. The brother then started firing off sending his young swimmers down my throat. At Dean's suggestion, he pulled his spit shined cock from my mouth and the last of his white spunk covered my face. Finally, he shoved his still rigid dick back in my mouth so I could clean it off, which I gladly did.
The four others were still pounding away getting ready to coat my face more. Dean fired off first, quickly followed by Chase, whose brother congratulated him. Dale and Everett blasted off at the same time, each shooting across one of my eyes literally blinding me in cum. Dean had everyone hold their cocks near my face as he took a picture. The three Glaston boys weren't too thrilled, but Dean said he'd keep it safe and they relented when he took another for them to keep. How wonderful, NOT.
Coming down from their cums, we heard Chase's mom calling them for lunch. Chase's brother wanted the low down on why I was naked and forced to suck all these dicks. Chase said he'd explain as they turned to leave. Looking back at my erection, the brother said, "Sure looks as if he enjoyed it. Is he queer or something?"
"Something like that. Maybe we can hang out again and I'll explain," Dean told him.
"If he sucks me off again, sure thing."
"Absolutely he will," Dean confirmed which drew strange looks from Chase and Everett who thought I was just paying off a debt. Dean now made it sound closer to the truth. Goodbyes were said and the three headed home.
Untying the rope from the tree, Dale pulled my balls up and I quickly followed. Then checking that my hands were still securely tied behind my back he said to Dean, "Come on, we gotta get going."
"Yeah, but first a little something extra to make the trip more exciting for bicha." Reaching into the duffle Dean pulled out a new bag of wooden clothes pins. "Let's see how many of these we can get on bicha." There were 50 in the package and I knew Dean wouldn't be happy until all of them were attached to my body someplace.
Starting with my nipples, I immediately began grimacing in pain as the Soarer boys trapped each of my tender nubs in two clothes pegs. Of course the main attraction was my dick and balls. "Balls first," Dean announced. Removing the rope around my balls to give themselves more skin with which to work they knelt before me and began. As if a practiced team, the boys expertly ran an line of wooden pegs down the sides of my nut sack, counting out as they went. A dozen pinched my bag from one side to the other. I was sweating like crazy.
A second row was added above the first, then a more painful row underneath across my taint which made me spread my legs far apart. Finally, six per side were placed running down the length of my most deflated cock. Looking down I could not even see my ball bag for the 34 pins tightly pinching off the blood supply on it.
The 1/2 inch thick rope was exchanged for a thin piece of twine which Dale wrapped around my dick head. Giving it a small little tug the clothes pins surrounding my junk rattled giving me instant pain. This walk was not going to be fun, at least for me. He handed the rope to Dean who tugged on it sharply pulling me in the direction of Eastford.
Each step was agonizingly painful. Dean made sure we kept a fast pace thus jostling the clothes pegs. Every so often he'd pull my dick up or down adding to my misery as every movement was torture. Torture that somewhere in my sick mind I must have liked because I began getting hard putting added pressure on the pins on my dick.
Trudging thru the woods I kept trying to look all around praying that we didn't encounter anyone. The 4 1/2 loads of boy batter on my face were drying and felt uncomfortable and my vision was still blurred from Dale's and Everett's loads across my eyes. Even if we ran into someone, chances are I wouldn't know them from either of these neighboring towns.
We were deeper in the woods than I had ever been. Our street and Mr. Mann's farm were in the very corner of our town bordering Glaston on one edge and Eastford on the other. Maybe it was luck or an unspoken understanding, I don't know. The kids from all three towns only ventured into the woods so far, not really getting in each other's territory. I had crossed that unwritten border when I went to Chase and Everett's house. Now Dean was doing the same only in Eastford where he and Dale used to live.
"This should be good. Dale, what do you think?"
"Looks fine to me," he answered.
Dean wiped some of the cum off my face so I could see more clearly. If I looked just right I could see the back of some houses. Crap. He's going to expose me for sure.
"Ok bicha, shall we take the clothes pins off so we can get on with your first punishment?" Dean asked. First punishment? Did he really think walking for 20 minutes naked with my cock and balls covered in clothes pegs wasn't punishment enough? I simply nodded knowing there was no point in arguing. Besides, I couldn't wait for them to be removed, or so I thought.
Dale retied my hands in front of me and threw the other end over a large branch pulling it up so I was almost on my tip toes. "Now bicha, let's get these off your dick first cause it kinda looks like you're enjoying this a bit." Quickly he and Dean began pulling off the 12 pins on my hardening dick. Somehow the pain wasn't bad when those were removed. Maybe there aren't enough nerve ending on the sides of your dick. Who knows?
Now free, my cock expanded. Dean smiled and wrapped his hand around it slowly messaging the sore indentations made by the pegs. "Bicha, Does that feel better now that they are off?"
"Yes Mestre'," I replied.
Dean kept working his hand up and down the length of my boner and was soon jerking me off. As he got faster and faster the remaining pegs on my balls bounced around sending sharp jabs of pain to my sack. "Oh, please Mestre', stop. The pegs are killing me."
"Oh, I thought you were enjoying this bicha. After all, you got a boner. We need to make that go away first." Picking up his tempo I screamed out even though Dean had warned me that by doing so it might draw attention from the yards we were standing behind. After another shout out I gritted my teeth as he continued to pump away at my cock sending a thousand needle like pricks into my nuts.
I'm not sure if it was him moving so fast or if it was my vision but his hand was a blur on my erection. Eventually, I started panting and we all knew I was going to fire off any second. Dean told Dale to twist my nipples. I was in sensory overload and began blasting off into Dean's other hand.
"Good job bicha. Looks like your dick is shrinking finally. Here, you could probably use a little energy after all that exertion," he said as he held his palm up to my mouth expecting me to lick up my own spunk. I did so without even being told.
"Now the fun part. This might not be what you expected. Remember, Don't yell out unless you want someone to come find out what's going on." With that, Dean and Dale quickly began removing the clothes pins from my sack. It had been about a half an hour and as the blood rushed back the pain I felt before was nothing in comparison. Despite his warning I yelled out quite loudly.
My worst fears had just materialized as two teenagers, one Dean's age the other a few years older, came from one of the back yards in our direction. They had heard my shouts and came to investigate just as Dean had predicted or more probably planned.
Leaving about half the clothes pins dangling from my ball bag Dean and Dale greeted these two boys knowning them from school. "Hey guys. I'm glad you're home. I came to show off my new bicha," Dean proudly said. They were surprised Dean had another bicha so soon after "what happened to the last one." That scared me to my very core.
No introductions were made as I was only Dean's bicha. The younger asked if I could suck them off to which Dean replied, "Why do you think I brought It here." I was let down and forced to my knees. Seconds later I'm sucking the cock of some random kid, while naked with about 18 clothes pegs still remaining on my sack. If I thought this was random, what would happen later in the day was incomprehensible.
"Yes, suck my 12 year old cock you fag," he said with disgust as he pummeled my mouth and throat. "Damn, this bicha is good. You sure know how to pick them," he praised Dean who I could see was all smiles out of the corner of my eye.
"Here it comes. Swallow it all," he demanded as he blasted off filling my mouth with his sweet, creamy load of boy baby batter. Extracting himself from my mouth he wiped the last few drop on my nose and pulled up his shorts. "Hey look, your bicha is hard." The four of them laughed at me which only increased my humiliation and made me harder.
"My turn," the older one said. Stepping forward while lowering his shorts to reveal a man sized cock surrounded by tons of hair he asked Dean, "Does he take it up the ass too?"
"Yeah, but we don't have time for that today. He stills has three punishments to do and we need to be home early today. Next time for sure," Dale answered before Dean could reply. Thanks Dale, I knew Dean would have let this kid fuck me right there in the middle of the woods no doubt.
"Ok, no problem." Turning back to me he presented his dick and waved it at me. "Now for a real man's dick. Mine is 3 years bigger and my balls are loaded. Empty them out for me, will ya," he laughed as he plunged his 15 year old cock in my mouth.
Grabbing my head in his hand he held me in place as he slammed in and out of my throat face fucking me for all he was worth. "Oh shit. God I wish I had my own faggot to use whenever and however I liked. You're so lucky." Tears formed in my eyes as he rammed my throat over and over and over again. I tightened my lips to provide extra friction to bring him off quicker. Five minutes later he erupted in my mouth sending his spunk to meet up with his brother's in my stomach.
"Phew. That was fantastic. Thanks Dean," he said as he tucked himself back in his shorts. I guess I should be used to guys thanking Dean for me blowing them by now.
"Sure," Dean replied then he got a sinister smile on his face. "Hey guys, listen," as he pulled them in a small circle Dean whispered something to them and the 12 year old exclaimed, "Holy shit. Really? We can do that?" My heart sunk. I expected this with Chase and Everett and was glad he didn't have them do it as I wanted to be friends with them.
Standing in front of me Dean ordered me to open my mouth and "Keep it open if you know what's good for you." He pushed my head back and I awaited for not one, not two, but all four of them to start pissing in my mouth. "Don't swallow, let it spill out bicha." With four bladders emptying themselves it only took seconds for my mouth to be overflowing. Piss ran down my torso covering me completely. I knew I'd spend the rest of the afternoon smelling like the urinal I was.
Shaking off the last drops the pee the Eastford boys tucked their dicks away when the younger asked about the clothes pins, now dripping with pee, still attached to my ball bag. Dean laughed and said he was in the process of removing them before their blowjobs. By this point I had gotten used to the pegs except when I moved around too much. I knew they would hurt like a bitch when taken off. Ever the gracious host, Dean asked if they wanted to help. The older didn't want to touch them covered in piss, but the younger quickly accepted.
Making me crawl on my knees away from the puddle of piss around me, Dean whispered in the 12 year old's ear. His face lit up. Crap and double crap, what now. Taking a pin in each hand, one on each side, he twisted it off instead of opening it. I thought my skin was being torn off and screamed out causing everyone to laugh. The little punk repeated the process until all 18 clothes pins were on the ground.
When they were all removed Dean grabbed my tender sack and started rubbing it "to soothe the pain." Of course that only added to my misery resulting in hysterics by the four of them. My nipples suffered next and were even purple in color.
The boys again thanked Dean and headed home. Dale re-attached the 1/2 thick rope to my still sore balls and Dean pulled me along to follow them. We got to a spot further down the backyards and stopped behind another house. No doubt I'd be seen by more kids he knew.
After a short rest, and I do mean short Dean said, "Ok bicha. First punishment: A reenactment. I know you saw the picture of the lad tied in the woods with a paint bucket tied to his balls. We'll do that. But first we need to see for how long."
Pulling both a paint can and some playing dice from his duffle bag full of tricks, Dean had me roll one die. Each number was going to be multipled by five to give the number of minutes I would be blindfolded, gagged, my hands tied over my head to a tree branch, with a weighted paint can dangling from my balls. I rolled a four equalling 20 minutes. Crap.
Another roll was to determine the number of one pound weights placed in the can. Another four, which meant four pounds in the can. Could I even handle that? Dean couldn't stop smiling as he hung the empty paint can on my ball rope. Dale tossed the rope over a tree branch (how many times is that today?) and strung me up once more. Dean's grin was from ear to ear as he dropped the one pound weights one by one into the paint can. Each one stretching my nuts toward the ground. I grunted and groaned as my balls were painfully pulled downward.
Next came the blindfold plunging me into darkness. Dean said I wouldn't be able to see if anyone was approaching which would add to the mental anxiety.
"I've got a surprise for the gag bicha. Open wide. I'm using a pair of my underwear." He shoved them in my mouth. My taste buds immediately started to rebel against the revolting taste.
"Like the taste Bicha? I might have forgotten to wipe this past week and they may be a little dirty. Good thing I only wore them the last few days to school. Imagine if I had worn them all 6 days." His laughing sounded so ominous."
My tongue was resting on the shit stained crotch and I thought I was going to puke. Behind the blindfold my eyes started to water. I began struggling in a vain attempt to free myself. I was thrashing my head back and forth and my throat was emanating a high pitched whining sound I'd never heard before clearly indicating my displeasure along with my distress.
Ripping the filthy briefs from my mouth Dale asked what was wrong.
Spitting first to rid myself of the taste I demanded, "Dean, Un-tie me now.".
"What!? Why bicha? Do you want an additional punishment?"
"UN-TIE-ME-NOW," I sternly said clenching my teeth.
Within a minute, the blindfold was off, my arms were free, and the paint can removed from my ball rope. I spit out several more times attempting to cleanse my mouth. Looking at the shit covered briefs it appeared as if he used them to wipe his ass all week. The inside was beyond disgusting.
Turning toward Dean I screamed at him, "That's way over the line. I draw the line at eating your or anyone else's shit. That gag was SO revolting. I'm fucking out of here."
Dean's eyes were as wide as I've ever seen them. The look of shock was priceless. Dale jumped back out of my way as I turned and stomped off in the direction of our houses. I never looked back.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Whoa! Jamie stood up to Dean. Not only that he walked away, even though he was naked. I think this is the biggest surprise I have written in the entire series. Will Jamie return? Well, the story has a long way to go so we know the answer, though the relationship will be different.
If you have never had the cum literally punched out of your balls, you should try it. It is pretty wild. You'll be surprised just how much punishment your nuts will take as you get closer and closer to shooting a load.
Mmm, What kind of random cock sucking was Jamie referring. Jamie's late afternoon adventures are really wild. Stay Tuned...