Deans Bicha 68
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I thought I'd try something a bit different with the next few chapters. This story line just grew and grew and grew so the tale will be over chapters 68, 69, and maybe 70. The inspiration came from the fact I wanted to tell these embarrassing event, but with only a few chapters until I bring Jamie's story to a conclusion I figured there wasn't enough time for him to experience them all. Thus, they'll happen to Ian Archer, Matt and Jeff's cousin who is a bicha himself to Dean and Dale's cousins Joaquin and Paulo (Joe and Paulie).
Ian's Adventures Part One
Ian Archer and his family (father Gordon, mother Lisa, and 14 year old sister Madison or Maddie for short) were heading for a week's holiday to his aunt and uncle's house, who were celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary. This aunt and uncle were related on Ian's mom's side, the two women are sisters. Matt and Jeff are related to Ian because their fathers are cousins. Thus, Matt and Jeff weren't directly related and would not be attending the anniversary festivities.
Joe and Paulie Keene, Ian's Mestre's, were none too pleased and told Ian he would have to be punished for neglecting his bicha duties for so long. At 16, it wasn't like he had a choice, but such is the life of a bicha.
Now Joe had really been pushing to increase Ian's 'hang time'. Joe's goal (not Ian's) was to have Ian hang by his balls for 2 whole minutes by the end of summer. This vacation would interrupt that training which certainly was cause for a punishment. Knowing that it was useless to argue, like all good bichas, Ian accepted his fate figuring he would have to pay a huge price when he returned. While a portion was administered the evening before the Archer family traveled, most of it would actually be on holiday.
Even though Ian was 16 and should have had friends more his age, the Archers and Keenes lived next door to each other in Eastford. The two families got along very well and did many things together. Therefore, despite Joe and Paulie being 2 and 4 years younger, respectively, neither set of parents gave it much thought.
The night before the Archers departed, Ian had supper next door. Of course he was naked as usual. It was standard practice to remove his clothes before he entered their home. "A good bicha should be seen and not heard," was often told to him by all four members of the Keene family. Unless accompanied by his own family, Ian was never allowed to use the front door. He would enter through the back entrance. Dr. Keene had a special box constructed for Ian's clothing waiting outside to be filled by the bicha. Occasionally, actually very rarely, the box was turned upside down signaling Ian was to remain dressed because someone was present who would find it surprising to see a 16 year old, naked, hairless boy entering.
After the meal was finished, Joe and Paulie told their parents they were going to discipline the bicha before he left. Ian hoped whatever it was wouldn't leave him too sore in any way thus affecting his vacation. Even though he was completely devoted to being an obedient bicha, some down time was always welcome. Little did he know, the majority of the punishment wouldn't torture his balls or body, but his mind. Worse still, it wouldn't be Joe and Paulie who would administer it but others.
Once down in the 'playroom' Ian was strapped to a table on his back. Above his head was a large, wooden dowel which was attached horizontally to a hand crank with several gears on it. Two handcuffs hung from it by heavy chains. When the crank turned it moved the table top farther and farther away from a pole vertically placed between Ian's wide spread legs. Hanging from the pole was a small, hinged, metal ring about two inches tall. There were loops on each side of the ring's opening allowing it to be locked closed once the victims's testicles were trapped inside. Basically the new device was an old fashioned torture 'rack' with the modification of stretching balls instead of legs. (Author's Note: I have a carton picture which inspired this scene if anyone is interested in seeing it please contact me at DeansBicha@gmail.com)
Once the bicha was strapped in position, Paulie placed spring loaded nipple clamps on his tits. The sharp jaws bit into Ian's tender nubs tightly eliciting a small groan. Joe smiled as he reached over and twisted them causing bicha Ian to arch his back attempting to ease the pain.
"Paulie, get that twine and loop it through the clamps," Joe instructed his younger brother. Once done Joe attached the other end to the crank shaft of the rack. Now when the wheel was turned, Ian would be stretched by both his nipples in one direction and his abused balls in the other.
"Oh, just one more addition before we start," Joe gleefully told his bound and captive bicha. Holding up a small bottle, Joe devilishly asked, "Shall we?"
Ian responded as a good bicha should, "Yes Mestre," despite wanting to scream NO. For in the bottle was cinnamon oil. Applied directly to the skin it burnt like a bitch, actually worse than Ben Gay or Icy Hot and didn't provide the menthol smell which bicha's parents would notice.
Joe and Paulie smiled at one another. They knew bicha hated cinnamon oil applied to his ball bag. Occasionally they put a drop on each nut to hear his screams. Mostly however, they would dilute it with another oil to lessen the effects. Not because they were nice, but to prevent any permanent damage or blistering of the tender skin. After all, bicha was their property and they had to protect it. For missing 7 days of serving them, Joe and Paulie decided tonight would be one of those rare full strength applications.
Ian thrashed around on the 'rack' pulling his gonads and tits as he squirmed around from the roaring heat infiltrating his balls. Upstairs Dr. and Mrs. Keene sat reading the evening paper to the screeching sounds of poor bicha below in the playroom, more accurately described as a dungeon, for almost 15 minutes until the oil started to wear off. Neither Joe nor Paulie were concerned about parental interference as Mrs. Keene herself had purchased the cinnamon oil for the boys use.
Once bicha began to calm down, Joe figured it was time to do a bit of stretching. bicha's balls and tits were already tightly pulled before the oil had been dropped on them. As Joe turned the crank one full revolution, bicha's boy bits and nips became redder as they filled with blood from under the pressure. Paulie took a turn a minute later. For 5 turns of the wheel and 6 minutes in duration, Ian suffered at the hands of his Mestres/torturers. (bicha had to cut a deck of cards to determine the number of turns on the crank and the time period involved.)
Having been suspended in mid air by his nuts, it was no surprise Ian could withstand a tremendous amount of stretching of his sack before he experienced any real pain. Joe was more interested in seeing how the device worked knowing bicha Ian would be able to handle the 'ball rack'. This exercise was a trial run for Dean and Dale to use on bicha Jamie.
When the allotted time was over, Joe had Paulie slowly reverse the crank. Ian sighed in relief when the boys announced tonight's punishment was over. If Ian thought he was getting off easy, he was sadly mistaken as Joe handed him a set of instructions (along with what to pack). Ian was none too pleased as he read them.
"Mestre', please No."
"Don't beg bicha. My mind is made up. You will follow those instructions. They are mostly a guideline but you get the idea, so will everyone else. Maybe they won't go along with it and you'll get off easy," Joe wickedly smiled.
"But they'll know... about me," bicha Ian said, his voice cracking.
"True. I think it's time we broaden your circle a bit. Dean's bicha has a wide group of people who know what it is. Outside our family we could count on one hand the number of people who know about you. Can you think of a better group of people to start with?" Joe laughed.
Ian's mind was spinning. Yes, almost anyone else would be better. Falling to his knees bicha Ian began kissing Joe's feet and pleaded, "Mestre' I'll do anything else. Just not... not my sister and cousins," he cried.
"Hush bicha. I don't think it will be as bad as you think. Now dry your eyes and go home. You have to finish packing," Joe laughed some more knowing what Ian would and wouldn't be putting in his suitcase.
Dejected, bicha Ian followed his Mestre's orders and went home. His heart was practically pounding out of his chest. If this doesn't go well, I may not be going to Florida to see my relatives but looking for a place to live. Deep down he knew his parents wouldn't throw him out of the house, though it would make for a very uncomfortable trip if they knew he was gay. Actually gay they could probably handle, not the faggot portion though.
Fingers crossed Ian went inside and shouted out he was home. It was almost 8:00PM. His parents said hello and told him to finish getting his things together, they were leaving early in the morning. What a joke, I have to repack almost everything Ian thought. "OK, I will," Ian answered back as he heading up to his room.
Pulling out Joe's list Ian began his task of re-packing. The list contained:
Clothes One single pair of Paulie's old, dirty, several sizes too small briefs. (They were the only pair bicha Ian was ever allowed to wear.) Joe's old, cum and piss strained jock. He can't wear either unless instructed to do so. Thin, yellow, nylon running shorts, liner removed. Black with white trim, extremely short gym shorts, a size too small (Joe's). Cut-off jean shorts. Short, very thread bare in crotch and seat for travel day. Tight, stretch, faded red (look almost pink) with 2 inch inseam, trunk style bathing suit. Two white, Low cut muscle/tank top shirts, one size too small. One gray mid-drift t-shirt, one size too small. Two 'normal' t-shirts, one for travel day, just long enough to reach top of shorts. 3 pairs tube socks, one for travel day. One pair dress socks (for party if allowed.) Lime Green flip flops. Sneakers, for travel day. Dress pants and shirt for anniversary party, (for party if allowed.) One pair of worn jeans, hole in crotch under right nut. One sweatshirt. Belt (for party if allowed and spanking also.)
Extras Toiletries (tooth brush, tooth paste, deodorant) Hair Brush (for spanking too) Tube of Astro-Glide Lube. Tube of Ben Gay. Hair Removal Cream. Screw Nipple Clamps. Medium sized (only 6" X 1.5") Butt Plug, must be worn while traveling to relatives. 1.50 inch tall hinged, interior spiked testicle ring, must be worn while traveling to relatives.
It wasn't the clothes so much that bothered Ian. Most of these clothes are what he wore during the summer anyway. The only concern he had was the lack of briefs. He tossed a clean pair in the laundry hamper every morning to fool his mom into thinking he wore them. He figured he'd just say he forgot to pack any for the trip if she asked. He wondered if he would be able to borrowing any from Mike.
Mike. Ian's mind drifted off thinking about his cousins. His mom's older sister (the ones the Archers were visiting) had four kids: Charlie 19, Mike 17, Eileen 15, and Finley just turned 13.
Charlie just finished his first year of university. Most people would describe him as the 'All American Boy', who loved sports and played soccer, basketball, and baseball. He lettered in each sport all four years of high school. Not the typical dumb jock, Charlie had outstanding grades (all the kids did as their parents stressed education above everything else), so it was no surprise he got into his first choice of schools, Princeton.
Mike was going to be a senior. Except for his high grades, he was the complete opposite of Charlie when it came to athletics. Encouraged to 'beef up his resume for college applications' he begrudgingly played soccer also. He did thoroughly enjoy the swim team, and liked tennis too. He is the most reserved of the four and rarely gave his parents cause for concern. He hadn't ever been disciplined, not because he was spoiled, but because it was never required. Even when he was younger, Mike managed to avoid trouble.
Eileen just turned 15 and was only three months older than Maddie. They were closer than many sisters even though they didn't see each other often. Almost twin-like they were both extremely competitive in gymnastics and track. Each could outrun most boys their own ages. They even had their first kiss the very same week. (Maddie with Joe believe it or not. Being a Mestre' Joe was very mature for this age. Their 'romance' didn't last long though they remain close, close friends.)
Finn is the adorable, very energetic kid who loved the outdoors and nature. Especially the nature part. Three years ago when the family bought a vacation home on the island of Jamaica his mom had a tough time keeping him in his bathing suit. Seeing two native eight year olds running around naked in the sand Finn (at 10 years old) decided he wanted to join them. Without asking he whipped off his trunks and tossed them aside and helped build a sand castle. When his mom told him those boys were younger he argued he wasn't that much older and refused to get dressed. When his dad asked his mom, "Is it worth the fight?" the subject was dropped. Finn, apparently an exhibitionist in training, remained naked for the rest of the holiday. Ever since then, Finn would strip off his clothes as soon as possible while on the island. He even pushed it back home by swimming naked in the pool, though his mother refused to allow it elsewhere.
Knowing about Finn's nude tendencies, Ian thought 'I wonder what it would be like to get Mike and even Charlie naked on the beach with me.' Ian was boning up fast thinking about his two sexy cousins. He is brought back to reality when his mom shouts up the stairs, "Kids, it's 10:00 and your dad and I are off to bed. Don't stay up too late. We need to leave by 7:00 tomorrow morning to make our flight."
"Ok mom, we won't," Maddie yells down from her room. "Love you," she adds.
"Luv ya," Ian adds.
"Love you too kids," mom says.
"Good night," dad says before the parents head to their room which is downstairs and close the door. Because they are staying with relatives, there won't be much of a chance over the next week so mom and dad have a night of passion themselves.
-----The Note----- It's about another half an hour when Maddie pops her head into Ian's door and asks, "Finished?"
"Yeah," Ian hesitantly says.
Seeing that something is on his mind she questions him, "What's up big bro?"
Taking Joe's note he hands it to her. "Joe asked me to give you this." Ian has a tough time swallowing he is so nervous. In fact, he thinks he might pass out.
Holding the note, and Ian's fate, in her hand she turns to him and in a concerned voice says, "Ian, what's wrong? You look a wreck. Everything ok?"
"I hope. Please just read the note." When Maddie turns to exit the room Ian stops her. "Joe wanted me to be with you when you read that."
"Ok," she replies wondering what in the world has him so visibly upset. She sits on his bed while Ian stands 6 feet away from her watching as she opens the letter.
Dear Maddie, I hope you have a really nice trip. Enjoy the sun and the beach. I want to give you a present for your vacation. Please read ALL of this note before you talk with your brother who should be waiting in front of you while you read this. He doesn't know exactly what I wrote you.
When you finish reading you probably won't believe most of it. I can prove to you what I say is the truth. Don't say it now, wait until you are done with this letter. Look at your brother and in a commanding voice say: DISPLAY. I think you will be surprised and shocked.
If he takes long to do it or asks you What or some other question then he needs to be punished. Now you are probably wondering What am I talking about? Why should he be punished? Because of who I am.
I am a Mestre' (or Master). he is a bicha (or faggot). Yup, that's right. Your brother is a 100% cock sucking queer. Now this probably is a shock to you. It shouldn't be if you think about it. No girlfriend. No contact sports only gay swimming, tennis, and track. Best friend Brian Harper who is gayer than gay. Need I say more?
Read on to find out how to prove this.
After you tell him to Display, ask him the following questions.
Are you a fag? He will answer Yes I am a fag. Are you a queer boy? He will answer Yes I am a queer boy. Are you a gay fairy? He will answer Yes I am a gay fairy. Are you a cocksucker? He will answer Yes I am a cocksucker.
If he doesn't he just earned another punishment. Every time he fails to follow a command or answer a question or perform he should be punished. More on that later.
Now the fun part. I am telling you this so you can embarrass, humiliate, and tease him with your cousins. Even if you don't want to he has a similar note to give to them. I bet Charlie and Mike will take me up on my gift/offer to you guys. Little Finn might have a blast bossing around an older teen. Eileen and you being girls can really embarrass him.
Being a good brother doesn't mean you can't torment him. Enjoy. Though be careful not to do things in front of any parents which would expose him. Then it won't be any more fun. The cousins note has suggested things to do to him or make him do. It also has some punishments ideas. Feel free to add whatever you all want. I figured you can discuss these things when you're together. But you shouldn't have to wait until then.
Tomorrow bicha (that's is what I call him) is going to wear a t-shirt, cut-off shorts, and socks and sneakers. NO UNDERWEAR. And a few surprises he will show you. Ask him what I told him wear tomorrow including those surprises. I also told him what to pack. Please don't ask about those until you are with your cousins. I want you all to react at the same time.
If you can arrange it he should sit next to window with you on aisle. With no briefs on it will probably happen but if not have him pull his balls out the legs of his shorts for the entire flight. He doesn't know about this. He will obey. He will not cover up no matter who might see. (except your parents)
About your parents. He can be embarrassed in front of them and the rest of the family. Just be sure it seems natural and he won't get in trouble by it. Maybe bicha's bathing suit comes off in ocean and it has to walk out naked. No covering either. Things just happen sometimes. Don't overuse it or the adults might become suspicious. Twice is good. Though bicha could be caught doing a dare once too. Use your judgment.
Mad (Joe's nickname for her) this is for REAL. I am not giving you any BS. Now tell him to DISPLAY. Then ask him the questions and anything else you want. He will answer you.
Have fun, Joe.
P.S. As a first demonstration (you can tell any adults it was a dare if he is caught) have him skip down the street naked and boned at midnight to the corner and back. He should stop in front of my house on the way back and jerk off. He'll know what to do. Oh, by the way, he always needs permission to cum, a punishable offense if he screws up. I'll be waiting and watching.
Maddie had to read the note twice. She wasn't shocked. She was totally blown away. Flabbergasted. Astonished. Her older, handsome, sweet brother was GAY. No way. Finally coming to her senses she looked up from Joe's note. Ian was watching and waiting patiently. He looked nervous with good reason.
"Display," she told him in almost a quiet whisper, not sure of herself or what would happen.
Ian's eyes sprung wide open then a second later he began undressing. With his heart racing and his mind going a mile a minute he first kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks. Next came the t-shirt. Not usually allowed underwear, and tonight was no exception, he unhooked his cut-offs making this the moment of truth. His kid sister was going to witness his perversion herself. Unzipping the shorts exposed his smooth pubic mound. As they slid down his thighs Maddie gasped.
Ian didn't dare look at her. This was the nightmare of all nightmares. Stepping out of the shorts Ian was now nude in front of his kid sister. Wrapping his hand around his shaft he pumped himself up to full erection before kneeling down and placing his hands behind his head. Even if he was allowed there was no way he could look her in the eye. Tears formed in his eyes.
"OH MY GOD!" Maddie breathlessly said. "Ian. I don't believe this." Shaking her head to clear her mind she re-read Joe's instructions. "Ian, look at me."
A small tear ran down his right cheek when he picked up his head. With his heart pounding he almost died of a heart attack. In that moment, Maddie wanted nothing more than to hug her big brother who had always been there for her. However, she had to be strong and hear his answers for herself.
Taking a deep breathe herself Maddie cleared her throat and finally asked "Ian, Are you a f..." She was having trouble saying the word. "Ian, Are you a fag?"
"Yes, I am a fag," he replied.
There was a ringing in Maddie's ears. Did she hear correctly? "Ian, Are you a..." Looking back at the note she continued, "a... a queer boy?"
"Yes, I am a queer boy," he responded as if they were talking about the weather. Though it was all an act. Or more specifically, his training. No matter what he thought, or what he felt, or what he wanted to do or not do, he was to obey. Ian knew his Mestre' had told Maddie to ask these questions, thus as a bicha Ian would answer truthfully.
"Ian, Are you a gay fairy?
"Yes, I am a gay fairy."
"Are you a.... Um.... a cocksucker?"
"Yes, I am a cock... sucker," Ian said now with a lump in his throat. His voice actually broke saying the word out loud to his kid sis despite his training.
Maddie starred into her brother's eyes. He was still the same person. Still the one who punched out Brad Matre for picking on her when she was in fourth grade. Still the one who always hand made a birthday card for her with construction paper and crayons even as teenagers. Still the one she loved, and she started to cry softly.
Without permission Ian jumped to his feet and embraced her, trying desperately to keep his now wilting erection from touching her. The siblings embraced and cried in each other's arms for a few moments.
Drying her eyes Maddie lifted her head from his naked chest. Looking him squarely in the eye she said with absolute certainty, "I love you. And I always will. Got it?" she asked him with a slight smile.
"Thanks. I love you too sis." The two hugged again even tighter than before.
"You know, I should really be punished for breaking Display without permission." Ian admitted into her ear.
"And you will," she laughed slapping him on the ass, surprising the two of them as they parted. "Now sit and tell me how this all began."
For the next hour or so Ian spilled his guts. Well, most of them anyway. He didn't think on her first night hearing about his sexuality she was quite ready for everything. Certainly not about the many gang bangs, and the water sports, and the hanging by the balls, and the double penetrations, and the... Actually the list went on and on. Those were for another time.
When he did finish, Maddie knew he had sucked many different dicks, swallowed plenty of cum, gotten fucked a LOT, and been kept hairless his entire life by having his pubic hairs plucked out the very day he had gotten the first two. She was speechless for a minute or two.
"Wow. You're a little slut," she said.
Looking down at his engorged member, which had filled with blood during their talk, Ian said, "Not too many people call it 'little' you know," causing them two giggle like little kids.
"Oh shit, look at the time!" Maddie exclaimed. "It's almost midnight."
"Yeah, we better get to bed," Ian stood up to leave.
"No. Wait. You have to do something first." Grabbing the note from Joe she read him the last position, "P.S. As a first demonstration (you can tell any adults it was a dare if he is caught) have him skip down the street naked and boned at midnight to the corner and back. He should stop in front of my house on the way back and jerk off. He'll know what to do. Oh, by the way, he always needs permission to cum, a punishable offense if he screws up. I'll be waiting and watching."
Immediately Ian stroked his dick and headed for the door.
"Wait, are you really going to do it?" Maddie asked.
"Of course. My Mestre' wants it."
"Do you really get off on this?"
"Yeah. Kinda sick huh?"
"No. To each his own thing. Actually, it's kinda kinky. I'm looking forward to the plane ride tomorrow. Joe gave me something for you to do."
"Yes Miss. I'll be happy to follow your direction. I better get downstairs. It's only two minutes before midnight." Ian and Maddie crept down the stairs hoping they didn't wake mom and dad. Opening the backdoor, Ian grabbed his cock one more time and wanked it a bit ensuring it was at full mast for his skipping adventure.
Maddie watched from behind the bushes out front as her older bro skipped naked and hard down to the corner and back as required. Stopping in front of the Keene's house, Ian stood directly in front of Joe's window, turned and started rubbing one out. It only took two minutes he was so excited. Catching the spunk in his palm, the well trained bicha licked his hand clean before returning to his own house.
Back upstairs in the safety of Maddie's room she had her own task to assign him. "Ian, that was amazing. Just one more thing. This is my idea not Joe's. Could I, please..." She stopped short of asking.
"Miss Maddie." He explained that was how he should always address her. "You don't have to say please or ask. You should just tell me. I'm a bicha and my Mestre' wants me to obey you and our cousins this week. I'm assuming that's what's in their note. Understood Miss?"
Considering her next move a moment, Maddie made up her mind. Walking over to Ian she reached out and grabbed his semi hard dick in her fist. Even with his training, Ian was unprepared and gasped. "Sorry Miss, I was just surprised."
Releasing her grasp she slid her hand down to his bloated balls hefting them in the process. Curling her fingers around them she had a certain twinkle in her eyes as she said, "Guess I've literally got you by the balls Ian."
"Yes Miss," Ian stoically replied.
"You know, I've felt Joe's stuff through his shorts when we've made out (a fact Ian would have preferred not knowing) but I've never held them in the flesh. They're soft yet hard," she told Ian as she continued to fondle his parts. Ian was on the verge of shooting again as his sister stroked his shaft some more.
"Miss, I need permission to cum."
Maddie immediately let go of his throbbing erection and backed away. Seeing his cock bob up and down she decided she wanted to see it shoot again, this time up close. Testing how much authority she had, Maddie ordered her brother, "Ian, jerk off right here."
"Yes Miss. One more thing, you should call me bicha (bee-sha he pronounced).
"Bicha, jerk off then go to bed," she said with a sly grin.
Maddie sat on the edge of her bed as her former brother turned bicha began tugging away. Having just shot so recently it took bicha 6 minutes to feel his balls pull up getting ready to fire their load.
"May I cum Miss?"
"Yes!" she said seconds before he began filling the palm of his other hand with baby batter. When he finished bicha Ian stuck his tongue out and licked up his second heavy load not stopping until it too was safely in his stomach.
"Unbelievable," she said in astonishment.
"I think we need to go to bed," bicha Ian said as tiredness was hitting both of them.
Walking over to him, Maddie squeezed him in a big bear hug, "Good night bro. I love you."
"I love you too," he replied kissing the top of her head before going to his own room. Despite everything that transpired tonight, sleep over took both Archer kids quickly.
Tomorrow was the start of a completely new relationship between brother and sister. A life changing vacation they wouldn't soon forget. --------------------- In 1974, there were no metal detectors to find the 1.50" metal ring weighing down bicha Ian's nuts. No body scanner to see butt plug up his ass. Only Maddie, bicha Ian, and of course Joe, knew. Maddie and Ian sat together while their parents were bumped up to first class because of some mix up with the seat assignments. This gave Maddie a chance to test out how far she could push her brother publicly.
As Joe predicted, bicha's nuts did slip out of his short cut-offs. Maddie was beside herself as Ian buckled his seat belt AFTER the flight attendant told him to do so. She clearly had seen his balls hanging out and smiled but never said a word. Maddie had Ian unzip his fly and spread it open exposing his bare, hairless pubic mound. A second flight stewardess nearly dropped the snacks as she passed them out upon seeing Ian.
A little while later Maddie had him 'spill' his drink in his own lap. Using the call light, Maddie asked a third flight attendant for some towels. Happy to do so she returned quickly and discovered Ian's erect dick pushing at the opening of his shorts. The attendant began rubbing Ian's crotch stating for those seated around them, "let's see if we can get you taken care of young man." Working the towel vigorously it was inevitable Ian's boner would spring free. Grasping it in her hand she gave it several long, slow pulls before saying, "Oh dear, I think I need another towel. You hold still while I get one." Winking at Maddie as she left, Ian sat with his hard rod exposed. Maddie turned in her seat preventing the people across the aisle from seeing. Not to protect Ian's modesty but to prevent them from being caught.
A few minutes later the first stewardess came back with a towel asking, "Did you need some help young man?" As Ian began to say yes her hands were already stroking his cock. Stifling a moan, the bicha in him glanced at Maddie who silently nodded giving him permission to cum. Cum he did. The first blast shot straight up in the air landing on the attendant's hand as she continued to milk the 16 year old cock. More spunk rained down on the front of his shorts. When he was spent, the attendant wiped the back of her hand across his t-shirt leaving a white streak on the navy colored shirt. Standing back up she said, "There, that ought to take care of everything. That will dry nicely," referring to the cock snot clearly visible on his jeans shorts, not the spilt drink.
Maddie thanked her as did Ian. His cock was limply hanging from his open fly. Maddie shook her head NO when he went to tuck it inside. Taking his right arm, Maddie pulled it forward enough again to block the across the aisle people from seeing.
Eventually as every boy knows, once you empty your nuts you need to pee soon afterwards. She did allow him to re-tuck then, but he had to leave his zipper down the entire time. They were sitting in row 12 which meant he had to walk past 26 rows of people on both sides to reach the lavatories in the back of the plane. The good news for Ian, when he stood up the fly closed together though people could still see it was down. The bad news, his cum stains were still dark turning whitish not only on his shirt but his shorts as well. Red faced Ian slowly made his way to the lavs getting more than a few shocked looks. Following her last command, Ian cut off his stream right before it ended. Once he put himself away he squeezed the last few drops out making a huge piss mark on his cutoffs. Knowing he would be walking back toward the front, most people wouldn't notice. Except for one 8 year old boy heading back to pee who gasped and put his hand over his mouth, Ian returned unnoticed. Maddie was already getting into this public humiliation thing. So too was bicha Ian, but surprisingly not the way you'd think.
While Bicha Jamie got off on public humiliation by throwing boners, Ian accepted humiliation strictly to please his Mestre'. His thrill wasn't the fact of being embarrassed himself, but knowing he had pleased Joe and Paulie. The same could be said for his feelings now because he was responsible for Maddie's excitement. Ian would do anything for his kid sister even before she knew of his kinky sexual escapades. Now he'd do even more for her. ------------------------ After a 2 1/2 hour flight Ian and his family arrived in hot and sunny Florida. Who goes to Florida in July? At the baggage claim, his mom tells him it looks like he spilt half his snack on himself causing Ian to blush knowing the truth. Dad tells Ian his fly is down and to close it, though Ian only pulls it up half way leaving the tab sticking out which would allow it to open again. Luckily, it wasn't gapping open so nobody would see either Ian's lack of underwear or clean shaven pubes.
Bags in hand Mr. and Mrs. Archer wait in the long car rental line, so mom tells the kids to go get something to drink, but not eat as they are driving directly to meet her sister's family for lunch as soon as they leave. Once separated from their parents Maddie tells Ian to go to mens room where he may remove the ball ring and butt plug, otherwise, it will be several more hours if he waits. Ian explains it is better to wait because the butt plug will need washing off. Besides, he has gone longer wearing both anyway.
Handing him the specialized tool used to unscrew the ball ring, she orders him to do so now. She told him if anyone sees it or makes comments he is to say 'Mistress allowed me to remove them.' Ian is surprised how much Maddie is enjoying her new role and he follows her instructions wanting to please her.
In the bathroom stall Ian first removes then rinses the butt plug in the toilet before cleaning it with toilet paper. He is relieved because it had been inserted up his tight hole for almost 6 hours now (his record is 12 agonizing hours). Then he relieves himself. Following Maddie's last command, Ian left his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped as he made his way to the sinks. He was happy to be able to wash the plug with soap and water tucking it away in his backpack before it was spotted.
The same could not be said for the ball ring. Knowing she would want all the embarrassing details, Ian stood in front of the sinks and lowered his shorts just under his balls and ass. With his legs spread apart to prevent them from falling to the floor, he slowly unscrewed the screw releasing pressure on his stretched sack. Ahhh, that felt good as his nuts rose ever so slightly after being pushed to the bottom of his ball bag. His record with the ball ring is 10 days. Yes, 10 DAYS continuously stretching his gonads 1 1/2inches. And this is only the small one. Mestre' Joe has two taller ones. The medium is 2.25 inches, the large is 2.75 inches.
Ian got many curious and strange looks as he removed the device, though no comments. That is not to say he escaped unscathed. One guy about 21 years old wearing a tie-dyed muscle shirt and thin, white, nylon running shorts which didn't leave much room for your imagination stood at the next sink washing his hands until Ian was finished. Ian's heart was beating fast looking at the tanned young man with the fantastic body only two feet away.
With a glance over his shoulder, not that he cared who saw, the young man rolled his eyes toward the very stall Ian had just exited. Jerking his head in the same direction, he smiled and walked inside the cubicle holding the door open. Ian heard a 50 something year old man mutter, "fags," as the bronzed adonis closed the partition door behind them.
In the next instant Ian was embraced by tie-dye's arms. He knew he shouldn't be in such a position. Not that Ian hadn't messed around with countless unknown men and boys before, but those were the decision of his Mestre'. He knew he'd be in loads of trouble when he confessed.
But at the moment tie-dye hands were messaging Ian's butt cheeks as their tongues dueled one another. Both knew this had to be quick. Tie-dye was the first to sink to his knees fumbling with re-opening Ian's shorts. Once accomplished Ian's boner sprang out only to be plunged instantly into the warm, wet, wonderful mouth of tie-dye. 'Shit he swallowed me to the root,' Ian thought. 'This guy is damn good.'
Fondling Ian's nuts with his left hand, tie-dye began poking at Ian's hole with his right index finger. Having been stuffed full of butt plug for almost six hours it readily accepted the invasion. Both boys moaned in pleasure. Suddenly tie-dye stood up, his saliva shining on Ian's rod, turned around and bent over presenting his ass for Ian's use.
Whoa! Ian rarely masturbated to climax unless his Mestre' was trying to humiliate him in some way. And he very, very rarely got to fuck anything. Even when he played tug-of-war with Bicha Jamie, Ian only got to use him as a masturbation tool. As much as he wanted to plow full steam ahead into this small (but well worn) hole Ian had reservations. Could he do it and not tell either Mestre' Joe or Miss Maddie? Would he do it and admit his crime? Should he just stop now and cut his loses?
Tie-dye saw the look of confusion on Ian's face and whispered, "Come on stud. Do it. No way are you a virgin." When Ian hesitated, tie-dye asked, "What's the matter?"
"My Master doesn't allow me to do this without permission," Ian said.
"Is he here?" When Ian shook his head 'no' tie-dye continued, "Then do it man. He'll never know," as he wiggled his pert round ass at the tormented bicha.
'Fuck it,' Ian decided against his better judgement. 'It's my vacation too.' The next second Ian had popped his dickhead onto tie-dye's tunnel. The warmth radiated into Ian's entire phallus. 'Oh Shit.' Ian was in heaven. Sliding his steel pole into the silky sex sleeve, again both boys moaned. Ian barely rested one half of a second when he reached bottom before beginning a hard prostate pounding.
Something happened to Ian in that stall. He discovered he really, really enjoyed being a Top. Fucking away Ian and tie-dye began grunting loudly, oblivious or unconcerned who was hearing them have raunchy, public, bathroom sex. Reaching around Ian began stroking tie-dye off. Tie-dye came first. The clenching cavity milked Ian's cock until it too exploded.
Coming down from their sexual romp, tie-dye pulled off of Ian's deflating member. Ian wasn't surprised he was the recipient of an expert ATM, having given hundreds of them himself. Bending over as his dick was being cleaned, Ian quietly said, "Share some of that with me."
Once finished cleaning, Tie-dye was more than happy to oblige as the two swapped Ian's spunk between their mouths. Redressing after all evidence was gone, tie-dye asked, "How long you here?" When Ian said a weak tie-dye unclipped a pen from the neckline of his tank-top and wrote a phone number on Ian's hip. "Call me sexy. I usually get $40 a fuck. I want payback and to tap your ass next time." Then he flung open the stall door and strolled out of the mens room with no regard as to whom was present. Ian knew he would do whatever to make that call. The entire sex thing hadn't taken 10 minutes.
Once presentable, Ian made his way back to a waiting Maddie who asked, "Here, I got you something to drink. What took you so long? You've been gone over 15 minutes."
Tie-dye was already shopping for another client at a ticket counter not far from where Maddie and Ian sat drinking lemonade. "Tie-dye," Ian softly said tilting his head.
Maddie's eyes travelled to the young, male hooker. "Really?" What happened? Tell me everything!" So Ian did. He must have apologized 10 times for fucking tie-dye and cumming without permission. Maddie was enthralled. "That is wild. You really are a slut. Don't worry about this 'permission' thing. You're not under Joe's rules you're under mine this week. I say 'Go for it.' We're on vacation. Once the cousins get in on the act, you may not have many more opportunities like this."
"True," Ian agreed with her. "But you hadn't told me that before I went into the mens room. I should be punished for this lapse in judgement. Mestre' will want to know how many times I fucked up," Ian told her.
"Or who you fucked up," Maddie giggled. Then seeing the worried look on his face said, "Ok, ok. I'll keep track. Relax. Joe will have plenty to punish you for when we return. Satisfied?" Ian didn't answer verbally but hugged his sister kissing her on the cheek. "Come on let's go find mom and dad. Hope they got the car, I'm starving." Ian's stomach growled with hunger at her comment causing the siblings to laugh as they walked to the car rental place.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: How are you enjoying Ian's adventures thus far? I've written the next part and it looks like it will definitely be three chapters long. On a separate note, I was kind of surprised but apparently nobody was that interested in Eddie's story line since I received only one e-mail. Maybe a guy being dominated by a woman isn't popular in a gay story, though I enjoyed the thought of Eddie being forced to perform gay acts simply to please his dominatrix.
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