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Deans Bicha Chapter 49a
Monday Morning.
I headed down to the Soarer house in the morning. I went via the cornfield in the back of our houses, naked of course. Jeff was working with his dad this week. His mom was working on the town's Fourth of July celebration committee and she didn't want to make Mrs. Soarer have to watch him. Matt was still attending baseball camp.
Boy oh Boy was I ever right to be worried about today. Even though the Soarers went to relatives yesterday, I was still somehow expected to suck them off. Dean told me, "No Excuses," for missing a day. Dean said it would be my last day of "punishment" per our agreement. Or more specifically, his with Marla.
He explained my punishment today would be in three parts: morning, afternoon, and evening. Because I was home all weekend I would be sleeping over tonight, his mom would call mine to get permission. Also, all would involve others. I knew I was well and truly fucked, or would be soon.
Dean had a "little added incentive" for me to be a good Bicha and follow orders. He said it was just an "added pleasure." Pleasure for him, not me. He showed me a stick which kind of resembled a small baseball bat with a grip handle at the smaller end and two short metal prongs coming out of the other.
When I asked what it was, instead of telling me, he demonstrated it on me. He had me stand at attention, placing my hands behind my head. Placing the metal prongs against my nuts I began to worry. I didn't have much time to think as I instantly collapsed to the ground writhing in pain.
Yes, Dean had used a modified cattle prod on my balls. He said the voltage was turned up, but the current was reduced, thus inflicting as much pain as possible while producing little threat physically. He "demonstrated" once more while I was still on the ground. I squirmed around grasping my balls.
Dean and Dale each zapped my balls twice more. Dale told me they could only deliver so many shocks an hour per their mother's order, but never said what that limit was. That was of little comfort after the third round of electricity fried my nuts. I think the worst part was the fourth round when Dean actually had me shock myself. It was the most difficult thing of my life to push the button literally electrocuting my own balls. I was made to pull the trigger twice. That was 8 blasts already.
Looking at the time, Dean said it was time to go, we were going to pick someone up and bring them over until lunch. He marched me out to the car nude, not caring if I was seen by passing cars. Mrs. Soarer drove us across town and we pulled into a neighborhood of small Cape Cod style houses. I got nervous because, even though I had never been there, I knew Glenn lived in this area. Just then the front door opened and out he stepped. SHIT! I'm in the backseat of the car, naked and boned (per Dean's order) and he is walking toward the car. HOLY FUCK!
Opening the back door he got in and sat right next to me. (Dale was in the front seat.) I had Dean to my left and him on the right. Could this get any worse? Don't think that or it will.
"Wow. I didn't know if I believed you when you called yesterday. This is awesome," he chuckled. "Aren't you going to say `hello'?" he smirked.
"Hello Richard," I squeaked out. Richard Fucking Ruggles. It was bad enough that he had tortured me at school with wedgies and sucking him off before school ended. Now with a whole morning at his disposal I couldn't imagine to what I would be subjected. The one saving grace was it wasn't Glenn.
We weren't even out of the driveway when Dean ordered me to `start sucking' and pushed my head toward Richard's lap. Following Dean's instructions, Richard pushed his shorts and briefs to his ankles and spread his legs. Whatever reservations Richard had about performing any sexual acts while Mrs. Soarer was driving quickly disappeared as I began slurping on his pole.
Predictably Richard flooded (if you can call the small amount he produced a flood) into my mouth within two minutes. He continued to hold my head in place as I nursed on his softening dick bringing it back to life again by the time we returned to the Soarer's house.
Once downstairs Richard lied back and enjoyed his second blowjob of the morning, which lasted a record setting 5 minutes for him. Talk about hair trigger. When he was finished he stated he had to piss. When Richard started to get up I prayed Dean wouldn't make me, but alas he did.
"Hey Richard. No need to go anywhere. Bicha can take care of you. Right Bicha?"
I simply nodded and held Richard's prick in my mouth. Glancing up I could see the confusion on his face change to a shit eating grin when Dean told him, "Go ahead. Piss. Bicha will swallow it ALL."
I had to gulp pretty fast as Richard had a full bladder and wasn't slowing his stream any. A few drops dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. This was a new low for me. I'd never be able to look him in the face with him knowing I swallowed his piss.
"That was amazing. You are one sick mother fucker," Richard said with contempt.
"Hey Richard, Bicha didn't suck our dicks yesterday, so I have to punish him. Want to help?"
"Sure."
"Here, you can use this on him."
"What is it?" Richard asked looking at the dreaded cattle prod. Like he had done with me, Dean demonstrated it on Richard though on his ass not nuts. Ok, not as good as his balls, but it got the point across. I couldn't contain my smile as I watched him scream and collapse on the floor. When he composed himself Dean told him to hold the two prongs against my balls and push the button. (FYI it took longer than his second blow job for him to calm down. For a bully he really was a wimp.)
Dean suggested I be strapped to the infamous tilting torture table so they could "have some fun." Once in place Richard proceeded to zap my balls 6 times in relatively quick succession. Dean untied one hand and made me zap myself two more times. Richard went crazy over that. "Man, he's really frying his own balls.
Dean graciously gave me some water and a few minutes to recover before the next torture: Hot Wax. The three of them cover my nipples (Dale), cock (Dean), and balls (Richard) by holding lit candles over my sensitive parts. Once covered, they used small leather straps to whip the wax off.
The main event: Fucking. I was removed from the board and on all fours kneeling on Dean's bed as I was to be taken from behind. Dean lubed me up with a few fingers because Ricahrd didn't want to put his fingers "up there". Funny, it was ok to stick his dick but not his fingers up my ass, go figure.
Once lubed, Richard plowed in with no foreplay and no finesse either. Thankfully, his smaller than average size didn't bother me all that much, physically that is. Leaning over my back Richard kept a constant stream of verbal taunts at me. "Ooh, fuck, I always knew you were a little pussy." "Ahh, You'll never forget me pounding your ass, you faggot." "Yeah, I'm breeding you with my seed, you scum sucking queer."
Richard almost shot his load prematurely he was so excited. His first time lasted a full minute if he was lucky. I wanted to laugh out loud but knew it would tick him off. Dean and Dale each took a turn allowing Richard to "recharge".
The final humiliation was Dean telling me to ATM Richard. I wondered why I hadn't been forced to do it after the first three fucks. Dean told me later that he knew Richard was on too much of a sexual high to appreciate it after the first fuck. Richard was grossed out by my licking the cum and ass juices off of his dick telling me, "You are the lowest of low. Man, even my brothers don't make me do that after..." He stopped when he realized what he just admitted. Reaching under me he grabbed my hanging balls and practically squeezed the life out of them until I swore I wouldn't ever say anything to anybody.
We ate lunch earlier than normal and Richard gave me one more "drink" before we took him home. From there we were headed toward my second punishment: Swim Club Tryouts.
Monday Afternoon. Dean and Dale were on a swim club in their former town of Eastford. It was a two week day camp were we would swim and compete with other teams. We were trying out for the second session which ran the last two weeks of July. I was actually excited by it as I loved to swim. I wondered how Dean would make this a "punishment".
Tossing me a pair of jean cutoffs and a towel as we pulled into the parking lot I knew. They both wore swim suits. No way were my cutoffs going to be allowed. As in my school, I was correct in my assumption that I would be forced to take them off. I was one of three boys to be wearing "improper" swimwear per the coach. He warned us if we did it again we would swim in our underwear all the time. If only I thought.
I was of course the only one of the three of us who didn't have on briefs. The other two boys may have been embarrassed by being in their white tight briefs which would be transparent when wet, but I knew the reaction would be quite humiliating as I lowered my cut-offs to the floor. The snickers from everyone as I stood there completely naked pounded into my ears. If the coach was surprised he gave no reaction. Instead he called me to step forward and made me face the 17 other kids while he lectured me about not bringing a regulation bathing suit.
In my embarrassment it didn't take too long before blood ran south and my dick began to rise. The laughing grew louder as my dick grew harder. Coach eventually stopped his speech after noticing my situation. I shouldn't have been surprised when he told me I couldn't swim in that condition' as is would create too much drag'.
The laughter turned to shock on everyone's face when he told me to "take care of that. And be quick." Glancing at Dean, who nodded slightly, I knew this had all been prearranged. Wrapping my hand around my stiff cock, I could see a mixture of shock, smiles, sneers, and lust on the faces of the other boys.
Reaching my zenith after only a few minutes I felt my balls ready to explode as I jerked off in front of 17 other boys and the coach. I reacted automatically to his instructions to catch it in my free hand. Coach took my wrist and brought my cum covered hand to my face. Explaining about the amount of muscle building protein in sperm, I licked my palm clean much to the disgust, amusement, and even some envy of my swim club teammates.
Luckily, once we hit the pool, my swimming skills made the majority of the boys temporarily forget my soon to be "warm up routine." Afterwards as we headed for the showers, coach "suggested" to the guys I might need more protein. Dean wasted no time leading off the activities by forcing me to my knees and plunging his cock deep in my throat.
What followed was an all out suck and fuck fest on the shower room floor. The final count was 11 blow jobs and 12 fucks, some lucky boys got to experience both. I guess I far exceeded Dean's definition of gangbang by any standards. The final act of degradation was all 17 of my fellow swim club members circling me as I lay on the cold tile floor and spraying me down with a massive golden shower which came from all directions.
As the piss rained down on my body, coach came in telling 5 of us, me included, that we were to report for a physical tomorrow. I didn't know how, but I figured Dean would ensure that was even worse than today. While some kids had scattered when he entered, most continued pissing on me. We were all shocked as he took his massive cock out and sprayed me down with a heavy load of man piss, directing the last bit in my mouth. I swallowed dutifully.
In the locker room afterwards I got dressed still drenched in 18 loads of pee. I wasn't sure how I would face everyone after such a mortifying event. Dean assured me I would with his trademark evil smile.
Monday Evening. Mrs. Soarer made us boys some chicken and rice for supper. Despite allowing her son to use me as his bicha, she was a really good cook. Mr. and Mrs. Soarer went out to dinner so they would not be around during my next punishment. While we ate, Dale told Dean to give me a shower afterwards as I really stunk. My skin tingled with the dried piss still on it. Dean didn't argue and they marched me outside and hosed me down with cold water. Using two very firm bristle brushes I thought they would rub my skin off, especially on my ball sack. Ouch.
I had barely dried myself when the doorbell rang. Dean ordered me to answer the door, naked and hard. It only took a few tugs on my shaft and I was pointing northward. My eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw the person standing there with such hatred on his face.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the world's biggest fag. Primed and ready to go." He pushed me aside as he strode into the house. Dale suggested we go downstairs and I followed the three of them, dreading what would happen.
"Aren't you going to say `hi' fagboi?" he asked.
"Hello, Huck," I squeaked out.
The next instant I'm crumpled on the floor at Huck's feet holding the side of my face from his brutal slap. "Don't you ever use my name queer! You call me Sir."
"Yes sir," I responded.
Kicking me in the ass with his work boot, Huck ordered me to remove them and his smelly socks. After working all day his feet were hot and sweaty. I spent the next 10-15 minutes working my tongue all around and in between his stinky toes. I even had to suck on each of his big toes for several minutes while he and Dean whispered above me. Whatever they were planning I certainly wasn't going to enjoy.
Huck pulled his foot from my face and grabbed me by the hair. The next second my nose is buried in his sweaty, curly pubic bush, his thick cock deep in my throat. My gagging did little to discourage him. For the next 10 minutes Dean, Dale, and Huck all listened to my struggling to take his dick down my throat. I never tasted his spunk as he was so far down my throat.
With a Dean-like evil smile he needed no encouragement to release his bladder in my mouth. I never swallowed so fast in my life, afraid of what would happen if I spilt any of his pee. Thankfully, I managed to accommodate his entire load. Huck then ordered me to lick his nuts until he was recharged. Eventually spreading his legs he pushed my face lower and lower until I was lapping away at his love tunnel. I dutifully rimmed his hairy, stinking asshole sending him into a sexual frenzy.
I was on all fours with my ass sticking up. With his eyes closed, Huck didn't see Dean behind me rimming me at the same time. I thought it was rather brave on Dean's part when his "straight boy" cover could be blown any second Huck chose to open his eyes. Dean had stopped just moments before Huck opened them and repositioned himself behind me. Not waiting for any pleasantries he slammed his dick up my ass in one lightning fast motion.
After my afternoon gangbang, my hole was still tender and it felt as if I had had a telephone pole shoved up my ass. Huck slammed into me with all his might, over and over again. He kept telling me, "take this you fucking little homo." Regardless of the sheer brutality of his fucking me I was impressed that he never stopped pumping away after his first load sprayed my insides. He just continued pounding my hole.
I felt his swimmers coating my used and worn hole for a second time. Upon pulling out, Dean produced a medium sized butt plug which he handed off to Huck. Stuffing it in my ass, Huck told me, "You keep my boys in you, you scum sucking bitch."
Internally I smiled when Dean walked toward Huck and held the cattle prod against his right butt cheek. Huck collapsed and screamed out, "What the fuck?" He recovered quickly when Dean explained and told him to "fry the fags nuts." Dale stopped Huck after the 8th shock. I was no longer smiling.
Leaving me lying on the floor for a few minutes they whispered some more as I attempted to recover. "Really?! You can do that? Hell, yes, let's do it!" Huck exclaimed. Whatever Dean suggested, Huck was more than willing to try.
Suddenly I was being tied back on the tilting board, my hands above my head. Dean said he would go first to show Huck how it was done. Reaching into a jar of lube, Dean coated his entire hand up to his wrist. Removing the butt plug with an audible pop, Dean slid his first three fingers in to my gapping hole. Working them around and stretching his fingers wide, Dean slipped in his pinky next. After a few minutes he pulled back and placed all of his finger tips, including his thumb, at the entrance to my asshole.
"Take a deep breath Bicha and let it out, this may hurt some," Dean instructed me. As I released all the air from my lungs Dean plunged his entire hand up my ass. My eyes widened and I screamed out more in shock than in pain. I had an entire hand in me. I didn't even know that was possible.
Twisting his hand around, Dean balled it up making a fist. He told Huck to watch carefully as he wrenched it out. This time I screamed more from pain. My brain didn't have a lot of time to register what was happening as Dean punched his fist back inside. He repeated this a dozen times while Huck greased his own hand.
I was shocked when Huck followed Dean's directions and entered me in the same slow manner. Once he had his hand fully enveloped in my ass, Dean pointed out how my dick for once was no longer hard. Dean grasped it in his palm and began working it. Soon I was fully erect. Dean smiled and told Huck, "See, only a bicha would get hard while being fisted." The three of them had a good laugh at that.
Dean stepped back and told Huck, "Go to it." Huck proceeded to punch fuck me with his fist so many times I couldn't even keep track. Huck's eyes lit up when Dean whispered his next instructions. As Huck plunged his fist in my butt for the umpteenth time, his began slamming his other fist into my unprotected sack, squashing my balls flat.
Huck ripped his right fist from my ass as his left connected with my nuts. He alternated his fist in and out of my hole while bombarding my boys. Soon enough I could feel myself on the verge of coming. Please, No I prayed. I would be humiliated beyond belief if I came while being abused like this. My prayers went unanswered as I sprayed my load across my chest and stomach, the first shot landing on my chin.
Huck, Dean, and Dale (who I noticed was using his dad's 8mm camera to record this) all cheered. I collapsed when Huck finally pulled his fist from my asshole. He spit on my face and told me, "Looks like you enjoyed that, sicko." He spit on me again and walked away. Dean and Huck went to the bathroom to wash up as Dale let me down from the tilting board. I crumpled on the ground.
I never heard Huck leave, though Dean told me he'd be back another time. Dean ran a hot bath and climbed into the tub first and pulled me on top of him. Wrapping his arms and legs around me, Dean held me as I fell asleep in his warm embrace. I barely remember being led to bed where Dean comforted me throughout the night.
Surprisingly, my hole wasn't a gaping mess the next day. It seems Dean had applied a generous dose of his mother's cream which soothed my abused butt hole then he put me to bed. I was so out of it, I don't remember any of it.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: This summer has been amazingly busy. I am so sorry that it took this long to post the latest chapter. Now I'm asking for some guidance/understanding on how I proceed.
Chapter 49 was to include Jamie's swim physical then him meeting with Dean and Dale's cousins on Tuesday. Jamie gets to compete with their bicha. Spoiler Alert - Jamie loses and needs to pay the price to the other bicha boy. Wednesday he is sleeping over Robby's where Robby's older brother Eddie uses them for two days.
Then on Friday, The Fourth of July weekend begins (Chapter 50). Jamie will be subjected to the largest crowd to witness his nudity, over a hundred people. The punishment imposed by his father will be unique and long lasting.
While the mid-week activities could be told after the July 4th weekend, I'm hoping you won't be too upset if I post a Chapter 49b before Chapter 50. I think they just flow more naturally. Let me know what you would prefer: Post Chpt 49b or 50 first.