Deans Bicha

Deans Bicha Chapter 70

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[Author's Note: Sorry the first part about Jamie's morning at home seems so repetitive of previous chapters, though it does shows how far Jamie has progressed I promise not to do it again.]

Wednesday Morning, Third day of work.

I'm so glad I'm a morning person, it's the best time of the day. Some people are night people, but like dad I enjoyed the quiet peace that the morning brings. Taking a deep breath of fresh air I could still smell the dew on the grass. Thinking about this coming weekend, I wondered if Randolph and Mr. Pierce were morning people or not. Somehow I would bet against it. How is that going to work? Will dad and I go fishing early letting them sleep? Should we wait for them? Maybe they'll get up with us. I wonder if I could get robby/bobby to join us. And what about Dale and Dean?

What the fuck am I doing? Who cares about fishing. How are Randolph and I going to be able to fuck around, literally? Ok, we can bring a tent for the adults and another for us boys. Maybe we can pitch it far enough away that our screwing won't be heard.

Glancing at the clock, I had 2 minutes before dad would wake me. My boner had wilted a tad during my preoccupation with this weekend, until I thought about messing around. A thought of wanking passed through my brain which I ignored. Figuring I'd beat dad to the punch, I jumped out of bed and opened my door, my hard cock leading the way. If that head had eyes it would have seen dad walking my way.

"Glad to see you're anxious to get started this morning sport. Looks like more ways than one," he chuckled.

"Dad! I can't help it in the morning."

"I know. I know. Go pee then come eat breakfast," he said.

I did my business then washed up. Dad called through the door asking if I wanted a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for breakfast to which I readily agreed. My boner had died completely by now. I was just about to open the bathroom door when I pondered if I should go out hard or not. WTF? Why not? Stroking myself to full hardness, I opened the door and walked into the kitchen.

Dad gave my rod another glance and said, "Thought you'd take care of that? Seems like you might enjoy walking around that way now?"

"NO, I don't." Well, maybe that's not totally accurate I thought. "You know it gets that way when I'm embarrassed. If I'm going to be naked it's going to happen. Mom said I should get used to it," I replied. Truth was, I was rather proud of myself for openly walking around naked with a stiff dick this morning. How long ago was it I didn't even walk around in just my briefs? Things certainly have changed.

I wolfed down breakfast and headed down the hall to brush my teeth. Mom was still sleeping as I tiptoed into their bedroom to get the electric toothbrush off of her bureau. Shutting the lavatory door I brushed my teeth quickly. For the second time this morning I contemplated rubbing out a load but decided against it. I wondered if I could stay hard all day. The idea intrigued me, making me hornier than before. That will certainly keep me up.

I was surprised to see mom putting on her bathrobe as I exited her bathroom. She usually waited until I was out of there to get out of bed. "Morning sweetheart," she said.

"Hi mom." Suddenly I was a bit embarrassed about my morning wood, which made it still harder.

"Have a good day," she told me as she kissed the top of my head before walking into her bathroom, shutting the door. Wow, guess my hard cock isn't that much of an issue any longer.

After making my bed and putting on socks and work boots I headed into the kitchen where dad shocked me by offering me a ride. I wouldn't have to sneak by the way of the fields in back hoping not to be seen by any neighbors. Sitting in the car I thought if he had just done this the last two days I wouldn't have had any issues with the Genaro brothers. Well, that was water under the dam as they say.

Stopping just before the corner, dad looked over and asked me, "You going to go like that? Or do you want to take care of it?"

My stiff dick was pointing straight up. Maybe I shouldn't say 'straight' cause nothing about me is 'straight.' Hahaha. Shrugging my shoulders I told him, "Why? It's just going to be like that most of the day? Besides, they've seen it enough in the past two days." Obviously I didn't mention anything about the sexual escapes the Hannah brothers and I had been involved.

Jumping out of the car, I heard him laughing as I followed my boner across the street to the entrance of the barn just as a car was approaching in the other direction. The driver tooted the horn so I know he or she saw me. Shit, I hate that. Of course it's embarrassing causing my pulsing prick to expand even more, if that were possible.

Darin and Raymond weren't anywhere to be found. Maybe I'm too early. No, that can't be it. Something else is happening. Just as I was about to go to the Mann house and ask Mr. Mann, he walked in with Dean behind him. Dean was readjusting his t-shirt. What is that I wondered.

"Well, good to see you here on time boy. Looks like you finally learned your lesson," he said.

"Yes sir," I replied. "Where are Darin and Raymond?"

"They took the truck last night 'cause they're picking up some equipment this morning. They'll be here shortly."

Turning to Mestre' I asked him why he was here.

Mr. Mann answered for him, "Seems your friend arranged it so you could have the day off today. Then looking Dean over from head to toe like he was a prized bull he continued, "Anytime you want him to have another day off, you be sure to let me know. I'm more than happy with the 'payment' you done made," then he adjusted his junk. "You be sure to be here on time again tomorrow. Understand boy?"

"Yes sir," I repeated.

"Don't you have something for Jamie to do?" Mr. Mann asked Dean.

"Yeah. I do," Dean answered, somewhat sheepishly. Walking over to some hay bales he kicked off his sneaks then pulled off his shorts, no briefs of course, leaving him in just a t-shirt and socks. His cock was hanging limply over his balls, which looked quite red. Almost liked they were either slapped, twisted, or beaten somehow.

Lying down on the hay bales Dean raised his legs over his head exposing his pink, starburst hole which winked at me. Now I may not have a lot of experience looking at buttholes, but I know what happens to them after they've been fucked and Dean's looked like it had recently been plowed big time.

"Get down here Bicha and eat me out," Dean commanded.

Other than abusing myself so I wouldn't get a hard-on the night of our party I hadn't performed any sexual acts in front of the old farmer. Looks like there is a time for everything. "Come on, be quick bicha," Dean told me more sternly.

Kneeling down between my Mestre's spread legs I stuck out my hot, moist tongue and poked the tip into his tender chute. I wasn't so much worried about cleanliness (Dean knew my limits) as I was about Mr. Mann's reaction. Apparently he knew what I would be doing as he ordered me, "Yeah, work that tongue boy. Get it all out."

"Get it all out?" Get what all out? Certainly not anything disgusting like shit. Nope it wan't that to which he was referring. Suddenly Dean released his ass muscles and a small stream of cum came out landing on my tongue. HOLY FUCKING HELL?!

"Don't swallow it bicha, hold it in your mouth," Dean ordered me.

My mind went into overdrive. Could this be...? No, it had to be Dale's. Who else? I didn't want to think about any other possibility. Please let it be Dale's I told myself. As more and more of the spent spunk was captured in my mouth I heard the farm truck pull into the barnyard. Shit! Raymond and Darin are here and were surely going to catch me eating Dean's ass.

"Oh shit, I don't want to see that," Darin said as the two brothers came inside. Raymond on the other hand was practically digging his erection out of his overalls to relieve the pressure.

"Man, what a sight. He can do me next," Raymond told the group.

"After he's finished," Mr. Mann informed the closeted younger brother. Closeted to everyone except Darin (and me) that is. "Hurry up boy. There's still work to be done."

Dean lowered his legs and said, "I think he's got it all. Show them bicha."

With my face burning in shame and my head tilted back I opened my mouth which held the baby batter for all to see. Darin commented how disgusting it was, while Raymond once again loved it. Thinking I would be forced to swallow it to show my complete and utter depravity, I was flabbergasted when Dean grabbed me by the shoulders pulling me forward pressing his lips against mine. For the next several moments we exchanged more than just our own bodily fluids as the protein rich cock snot traveled back and forth between our open mouths.

One it was all consumed Dean stood pulling his shorts up in the process. Turning to Raymond, Dean said, "Looks like you could use his services right about now. His ass is still off limits, but you can use his mouth before we head out. Bicha is with me today. I already worked it out with Mr. Mann." I didn't want to know how Dean accomplished it though I had my fears.

"Come on Darin, I'll help you unload the truck myself," Mr. Mann offered as the two went outside. Raymond was completely naked before his brother and boss were even out of the barn. Lying down in the same spot as Dean, Raymond's legs were dangling above his body, his hands pulling apart his asscheeks. "Dig in," he stated.

"Wait a minute. You have to be clean back there first," Dean informed the impatient farm boy. "Did you do number two this morning?"

"What? Yeah I did."

"Before or after you showered?" Dean asked.

"Before. I'm clean enough," Raymond said as he wiggled his ass trying to get me to begin rimming his sweet ass.

"I'll be the judge of that," Dean answered a half a second before he pushed me out of the way then shoved his own tongue as deep as he could up Raymond's love tunnel. I don't know who was more shocked, Raymond or me. For the next few minutes Dean rocked his head back and forth fucking Raymond's hole with his stiff tongue.

Raymond began stroking his hard dick until Dean pushed his hand away. My mind must have been on the same wavelength as Mestre's as I swooped my mouth over Raymond's dickhead at the same time Dean was indicating for me to do so. Raymond was going to shoot his load any second as two young fags serviced the third. I knew enough to hold it in my mouth. Once Raymond finished firing off I immediately pulled Dean toward me and shared some of Raymond's swimmers. Not wanting him to be left out, I then turned to Raymond and fed him back his own ball juices. We ended in a three way kiss, slobbering all of Raymond's creamy goodness until nothing was left but the memory. Ah, what a memory it was.

Dean and I headed out after Raymond got dressed and joined Darin and Mr. Mann in setting up the new machinery. Walking back to the Soarer's house Dean started to tell me before I had the chance to ask him, "Listen bicha, I did what I had to do to get you out of working today. Never mention it. Understood?"

"Yes Mestre'," I answered. FUCK! I was glad my butt was still off limits. Who knows if I had to be the one who... Stop! Don't even go there. Shaking the thought of Dean bending over out of my head I asked the next obvious question. "Why Mestre'?"

We walked in silence for a minute then Dean stopped and looked me directly in the eye and said, "Because I needed to see you bicha. I couldn't go a whole week without..." It made my heart melt and I wanted to kiss him so badly even though I wanted to point out he'd still could have seen me each night, but I didn't have time for either. Dean placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. Seconds later my brain was no longer focusing on his sweet, tender admission as my taste buds were being assaulted by his bladder brew. "Swallow bicha but save some for me." I gulped his piss wondering how he could switch from so sweet to so evil so quickly. Then I thought, this isn't evil, it's my Mestre' just being a strong, powerful Mestre'. My hard cock got harder.

When his stream started to fade I held the last few spurts in my mouth. Once finished he withdrew and shook some drops on my face. Then remarkably we changed position, with me now standing over a kneeling Dean. Opening his mouth wide allowed me to dribble his pee into it. Closing his lips together, Dean swished his piss around as if it were mouthwash before drinking it down.

I mistakenly thought he was done, though my Mestre' had other ideas. Still on his knees in front of me, Dean gently placed the tip of my dick between his lips. Gazing at each other eye to eye, Dean nodded giving me the go ahead to release my own pee. Like the champ he is Mestre' chugged my piss right from the source without spilling a drop, even licking the tip clean.

Standing back up, Dean took my hand and we continued on to his house. Getting up my nerve I said, "Mestre', thanks, but again why?" knowing there was still something more.

Cracking half a grin, Dean explained, "My cousins Joe and Paulie told me their bicha Ian went with his family to Florida for a week. They said not to let you too far out of my sight because sometimes as kids we don't get a choice or know when things will change. So I figured I'd spend the day with you today. You do have to work there Thursday and Friday though."

I now had something else to ponder. Dean didn't want to be away from me for too long. Could he not handle our being separated and truly need/want me or was he just a horny little bastard using me to get his rocks off? "Ok. Thanks," I told him. "I'm more than happy to spend the day with you if this morning is any indication of the fun we'll have."

Taking my hand in his we continued towards his house. "Hold that thought bicha. You may not think so after what I have planned."

MEANWHILE, DOWN IN FLORIDA

Ian and Mikey were following closely as Finn pulled the older teens down the hot sandy nude beach. The two hairless from the neck down fags were being led by dog leashes attached to leather ball stretchers trapping their nuts to the bottom of their sacks. Neither teenager dared stumble for the sake of ripping off their nuts.

Charlie, Eileen, and Maddie were all quite amazed at how easily 13 year old Finn naturally assumed the role of a dominant, leading his older brother and cousin by their balls. Ian had of course been in situations similar to this, or worse, so he wasn't bothered but Mike was extremely concerned. Unlike Ian, this was just an hour from his home. He prayed he wouldn't run into anyone he knew, though the chances were slim anyone from school would be on a nude beach. Thus he had started to relax and had almost begun to enjoy himself when out of no where he heard, "Oh My God, look."

Heading directly toward him were two of his soccer teammates (one past one present). SHIT! It would be bad enough to be spotted walking around naked without it being part of the team's initiation, but both he and Ian had leather harnesses wrapped around their ball bags attached to dog leashes and were being led by his 13 year old brother while Charlie and the girls watched and laughed. FUCK!

If there had been a hole for Mike to jump into he would have done so then pulled the sand over himself. How would he ever explain this? The answer was he couldn't nor, as it turned out, was there an actual need. It seems after last year's initiation some of the senior players privately discussed Mike's inability to control his boners while walking on the nude beach. When all of circumstances were presented it was widely considered that Mike was indeed gay and got off on being exposed. Unlike the majority of homophobic football players (American Football) the soccer team was more understanding and open. To that end they decided if it happened again this past year, Mike would pay a hirer price, the shaving of his pubes for the entire year. Mike had been set up and didn't even realize it.

"Mike, How's it hanging?" Tony laughed. Tony had graduated this past year and was one of the seniors who received his blow job from a freshman, not Mike. Tony was a great looking kid of Italian heritage with curly, dark hair. His killer smile attracted many of the girls. He was a 'player' even back in those days, scoring with over a half a dozen young ladies before graduating. Despite his active hetero sex life he wasn't opposed to getting head from a guy.

"Doesn't look like he's 'hanging' much to me," Billy chuckled referring to the erection before Mikey could respond. Billy was in the same class as Mike, so this coming year would be the first opportunity for him to have an incoming freshman suck him. He knew of the tradition and was very much looking forward to it. Billy's steady girlfriend had given him literally hundreds of hand jobs over the year they had been seeing each other but wouldn't go any further. While satisfying his urgent sexual needs, Billy longed for a pair of soft, warm, wet lips to encircle his sizable cock.

Probably the reason his girlfriend wasn't anxious to provide him with more relief was the fact Billy was very well endowed. Now he had someone standing in front of him who was an ideal candidate to provide the oral services Billy so desperately wanted. With his 8 1/2" dick which was quite large for a teenage white boy of 5 feet 10 inches and 160 pounds, Billy was proud of his manhood and displayed it in the locker room quite often remaining undressed for as long as was acceptable. He received many comments from his fellow teammates, quite a few being envious.

Mike had wanked many times over the mental image of a dripping wet Billy coming out of the showers with a partial erection. Little did Mike know of Billy's flaunting just to attract Mikey's attention. Sadly nothing ever happened between the two of them over three years of high school soccer. All that was about to change. It would be difficult to say who was more excited at the prospect.

After introductions were all made, along with a limited explanation to the soccer teammates as to Mikey and Ian's status (they had supposedly lost a bet) the eight anxious teens ventured down a path into the dunes for some privacy. Finn ordered his bro and cousin to kneel. Minutes later with shorts puddled around their ankles, Tony and Billy plunged two stiff dicks down two open throats. Not surprisingly, neither soccer player had any reservation about exposing himself in front of the girls.

Billy wasted no time positioning himself in front of Mikey, leaving Ian to service Tony. Billy didn't know how experienced Ian was and would have been better off with him as Ian swallowed Tony to the base, Ian's nose buried in Tony's tight, curly, black pubes. Regardless, Billy enjoyed the chocking sounds of his teammate slobbering over his mammoth rod.

"Yeah, swallow it bitch," Billy demanded of the newly outed cocksucker. Mikey's eyes watered as he attempted to match Ian's performance. Given his lesser practice and Billy's size, Mike was only able to take about 6 inches of Billy's member. Being his first blow job, Billy didn't complain. "Yes, Yes. Oh shit, get ready. Here it cums. I'm gonna shoot."

Mikey tightened his lips around Billy's throbbing penis and feverishly began plunging up and down on the steel hard rod. He wasn't about to miss a drop and to ensure he didn't Mike grasped Billy's ass cheeks one in each hand and pulled them closer to his face. Clutching the back of Mikey's head, Billy fired off 1,2,3...8 blasts of hot, gooey, thick, rich, creamy cum into Mikey's waiting mouth. Billy's cries of ecstasy could be heard half way down the beach. Mikey licked his lips and the tip of Billy's cock clean of cum and slumped back exhausted at performing a sexual act in front of his siblings and cousins.

"Man oh man, you are awesome. You can do that whenever you want," Billy announced to an embarrassed Mike.

Tony for his part was more reserved though he enjoyed his orgasm just as much providing Ian with a heavy load. The well trained bicha was somewhat disappointed when both boys redressed thinking the fun was over. It was not.

Charlie dropped his shorts and stood before Ian. Finn took the hint and immediately moved in front of Mike. Already naked Finn shoved his cock into Mikey's mouth, Charlie followed suit with Ian. Five minutes later the two fags received a second dose of baby batter.

Once the fun was over and everyone was re-dressed (except Finn and the two Fags, yup probably the spin off series) the reality of the situation hit Mike. "Um, listen guys...can we keep this quiet? This was kind of a one time..." he started to explain but Tony cut him off.

"Relax dude. Most everyone on the team has their suspicions about you anyway. I mean really, you get boned three years in a row during initiation, take the dick sucking penalty, still make the second nude walk, AND you didn't object even the slightest this year about being shaved to look like a 10 year old," Tony told a shocked Mikey.

"Yeah, nobody cares. You're a really good soccer player who has great ball handling skills, a keen eye defensively, and are fucking fast on your feet. Faster than even Charlie," Billy said.

"Hey!" Charlie called out.

"It's true dude, sorry," Tony agreed.

Turning to Mike, Charlie confirmed, "They're right you know. You could probably play in college if you put a bit more effort into it."

Now embarrassed because of the praise, Mike replied, "It's not really my thing."

"Why? You seem to like messing around with balls enough?" Tony kidded Mike which caused laughter all around.

"Look Mike," Billy explained, "You do what you want. We're telling you what a lot of guys on the team have said about your ability on the field. Charlie is right, you could play Division I soccer at university. You have a knack for the game. Besides, think about all those sweaty jocks in the locker room. Do it just to be closer to them."

"Shut up, asshole," Mike said with a half smile on his face.

"Has anyone ever said anything even remotely about you being a homo?" Tony questioned.

"No."

"And nobody is gonna either. They like you for your skills and who you are," Billy reiterated. "Besides, everyone would probably like you even more if you do to them what you just did to me," Billy told a skeptical Mikey.

Mike was already sucking a half dozen kids regularly. The thought of doing the entire soccer squad made his cock ache at the mere suggestion. It almost sounded too good to be true.

"Listen Mike, only you can decide if you want to play college soccer. As to the other thing, I can ask a few of the seniors if they'd be interested in getting their knobs polished. How would that be?" Billy asked.

Before a hesitant Mikey could reply, Finn spoke out, "He'll suck whoever you line up for him Billy. Won't you Mikey?"

A red faced fag by the name of Mikey silently nodded his agreement. Though by the way his cock was protruding out from his bald groin there could be no doubt in anyone's mind how much the idea appealed to the 17 year old cocksucker.

Finn, wanting a bit more fun, made Mikey and Ian perform a 69 before the cousins returned home. Tony and Billy were a bit surprised but enjoyed the show. Afterwards, with dicks at full mast, they switched positions and this time Mikey sucked Tony while Ian sucked Billy. Both soccer players agreed Ian was better and encouraged Mikey to practice more, cock sucking and soccer skills before they all headed home.

Similar to this past year's initiation, neither Mikey nor Ian were allowed a bathing suit and had to make it back to the public beach nude. Finn did too just for the thrill. Unfortunately, they were spotted rather quickly and a mom with her young kids in tow reminded the boys they were now on the public beach and were required to be dressed. Tony and Billy said goodbyes as everyone headed for their cars.

Once home, the dads and grandparents laughed as Finn gave a very shortened g-rated version of the day's events (leaving out all sex acts). The mom just shook their heads in disbelief. Finn didn't ask about getting naked again, he just went ahead and did. He gave a look to Mike and Ian who reluctantly followed suit as the family gathered around the table for dinner.

The meal was delicious and everyone laughed and talked while enjoying their food. Though regularly nude in front of Joe and Paulie's family the Keenes, Ian was not so comfortable in front of his own family. But, being a bicha he accepted it easier than poor Mike did. However, by the time dessert was served both queer boys were a bit more comfortable in their own skin, all of which was still on display.

Once coffee was poured Ian's uncle said he had an announcement. With his business growing and him opening up another two locations he told the group his need for a good, strong, dependable Chief Operating Officer while he concentrated on the overall big business picture and developing new product lines. To that end he was happy to hire his brother-in-law in that capacity. The Archers would be moving to Florida mid August. That was only 5 weeks away.

Ian and Maddie were completely shocked. Everyone else was quite happy with the news and offered congratulations all around. Typical of a teen, Maddie was a bit upset about moving away from her friends even though she knew many of Eileen's and wouldn't be starting from scratch in making new ones. Thus, she was more willing to relocate than Ian.

Though Ian had very few friends his life now centered around being a bicha for Joe and Paulie. What was he going to do now? Maybe he could convince his parents to allow him to stay with them during the school year. Yes, that will work.

The Archers excused themselves to discuss the dynamics of the situation privately as a family. Ian protested vehemently about moving during his high school education. He had several good arguments for remaining up north with the Soarers, but his parents weren't willing to commit to that. They did say they would discuss it with the Soarers giving Ian a sense of hope.

His father had the best reason for Ian to move saying, "Maybe you'll make some friends your own age instead of the Soarer boys. You spend way too much time with them. I'm sure if you joined the soccer team Mike will be able to introduce you to kids in your own year."

"What's wrong with Joe and Paulie?" Ian asked, nervous his father might be suspicious of their sexual activities.

"Nothing. They're nice young boys. The operative word being 'young'. Maybe it's time to broaden your circle of friends," Mr. Archer explained. 'Besides, you'll have your sister and three cousins at the high school so you won't be totally alone."

Ian laughed in his head when his dad said 'nice young boys,' if his dad only knew. Shit, this would be disastrous if he wasn't allowed to stay with the Soarers. Then something popped into his head. Something Joe had said when bicha was ordered to give Maddie and the cousins the notes. Joe had said the exact same words, "broaden your circle," just like his dad. No, it's just a coincidence. It had to be. Wasn't it? Did Joe want Ian to have new Mestre's once he moved? How would Joe have even known? Wait, Three cousins? Charlie was already at university and Finn was still in junior high. What's dad talking about? What is this about joining the soccer team? I'm a swimmer Ian thought. There were too many unanswered question for poor Ian to consider let allow figure out.

Just then they heard Finn yell out, "Whoopie! That's awesome!"

"I think they told Finn his big news," Mrs. Archer said. Seeing the questioning faces on Ian and Maddie, Mrs. Archer informed her children, "It seems Finn is very well advanced in school. To that end, your aunt and uncle had him tested and he placed so well he is skipping a grade. He will be joining you kids in high school this year. Isn't that wonderful?"

"Wow, guess he's one smart little fart," Maddie chuckled as she now had the answer why Finn so easily fell into the role of a Dom over subs Mikey and Ian. She had to give the kid credit. "Good for him," she replied.

Ian on the other hand wasn't too sure. The little fucker could be a real trouble in school. Being two years older than Joe, Ian at least had school as a time away from his Mestre'. If Finn went to school with the two older boys that might cause some 'interesting' situations. None of which Ian wanted to think about presently.

After the big news the kids retreated to the game room where all the boys, including Finn, were going to stay tonight. Finn very quickly announced he was going to take charge of the 'bicha boys.' Maddie, Charlie, and Eileen were content with the arrangement with the condition Ian and Mike could protest to them if Finn went too far. Though if the three thought the bichas were complaining needlessly, then there would be some type of punishment.

Finn asked to see Joe's note and discussed what they could make the two bichas do now. Finn still wanted to spank them, but again was vetoed as it would be too loud with the parents and grandparents around. Charlie promised they'd find a place before the week was over. As a consolation he was allowed to give the two queers another dose of Ben Gay balls. Ian took it stoically while Mikey jumped around putting on a rather funny dance.

Finn then asked what else they bought in the adult bookstore. Now it was Ian's turn to worry. It was too late to change his mind, he had selected a magazine in which he was prominently featured with two other boys, or should I say "young men". Maddie and the cousins were shocked as they read through it to say the least. Being from Germany it was very kinky stuff, way beyond any magazine distributed in the States. Ian sat silently waiting for their reaction.

"Oy My God, Ian, I can't believe you really did all this?" Maddie questioned her brother.

"Sick dude. You are one warped mother fucker," Charlie told his younger cousin.

"Let's do this," Finn exclaimed as he held up the magazine. Ian internally groaned.

[Author's Note: Sorry to leave you hanging on this. Whether I return to this adventure in a later chapter of "Deans Bicha" or wait until I start the spin-off story, "Finn and the Two Fags", I will finish it. Let me know which you prefer.]

NOW BACK TO JAMIE

[Warning: There are some adult scenes in this section. You may skip ahead if you wish. Look for the ******* to indicate the end.]

It was just 7:00AM when Dean and I arrived back at the Soarer house. Mrs. S. and Dale came outside and we piled into the car. Dale had his ever present duffle bag with him along with not one but two movie cameras. Whatever Mestre' planned is apparently going to be captured on film.

Despite the number of times I had been driven around naked it was still quite unnerving. At least it was early enough in the morning so traffic was light. Mrs. Soarer drove to Eastford which was their old home turf. Pulling into a strip mall parking lot I scanned the array of stores, all of which were closed at this hour. The local hardware store opened at 7:30. There were several cars parked out front. Damn. It was now 7:10, I hope that whatever they have planned we can be finished in 20 minutes. Wishful thinking.

Dean and Dale each took a camera and hopped out, Mestre' telling me to remain seated. Once Dean was in place some 20 feet away and Dale had gone inside, Mrs. S. told me to go to the hardware store and purchase two pad locks with keys and two 6 foot lengths of chain. She told me "use your imagination" when I reminded her I had no money on me. Hell, except for my socks and work boots I had nothing on me totally. Not true, I did have on a raging hard-on. Nervously glancing to ensure the coast was clear, I dashed from the car toward the hardware store door.

Dale was just inside the door filming as I entered. I knew from past experience that I shouldn't look directly at the camera. Making my way to the counter the clerk behind it appeared to be a cute high school student with an enormous smile on his face. Dale followed me closely capturing my nudity and boner on film as I make my way to the center of the store. I can see a few men watching me and my boner while pretending to shop for tools or whatever. Suddenly I hear the bell on the front door chime indicating someone else has entered. Whipping my head around I'm relieved to see that Dean has entered capturing me from a wider camera angle.

"Can I help you?" the kid at the cash register asks me with a smirk on his face. "Maybe a pair of shorts?" which causes laughter all around.

"Um, no. I, ah, need two... two p... pad lock with keys. And two 6 foot lengths of chain."

"Follow me." The store clerk wandered up and down almost every aisle past the seven men 'shopping' for whatever. Hopefully, I wouldn't be on the top of their lists. With Dean and Dale filming it from various angles the final film looked as if I were really shopping while naked in a public hardware store open for business. Even I liked the edited version.

The clerk finds two padlocks and asks if they are the right size. I don't know since I wasn't told. When asked what they were for I shrugged my shoulders. Getting frustrated, the clerk walks to the next aisle and finds the thick chains. Cutting two six foot lengths he hands me everything as we head back to the register. Ringing up the merchandise I know I'm going to have to offer my 'services' to pay for them.

Dale yells out, "Cut," and the production stops. He tells me to grab the locks and chains and run toward the door, attempting to steal them. When we start shooting again I make it right to the door when two 'customers' grab me and bring me back to the store clerk.

"Listen you little thief, you're going to pay for those one way or another. Guys, bring the punk back here." We head to the last aisle which is filled with boxes of unpacked inventory. The clerk now opens one pad lock before gripping my balls tightly in his other hand. Before I could process what he was going to do, he did it. My nuts are now locked snugly in a pad lock with one end of a chain slipped thought the lock. He quickly attaches the other end of the chain to a structural support column with the other pad lock. I am literally chained by my balls. I'm not going anywhere soon.

Next I'm forced to lie across a few of the unpacked boxes. Bringing over a screened partition he places it in front of my head. There is a hole about waist high and perfectly aligned with my mouth. Guess I'm working a Glory Hole today. Won't Robby/bobby be surprised when I tell him. WTF? Weirdly, I'm excited over this prospect!

Once again reading my mind Dean tells me, "Let's see if you can beat bobby's total." This will of course be dubbed over in the movie. The store clerk drops his work trousers and briefs sticking his beautiful 6.5 inch cut cock in my mouth. Because there isn't much time before the store opens for real and I am rewarded with his nut cream in under five minutes.

"Ok punk. For trying to steal from me you suck every dick that comes through that hole. Understood?" I shake my head yes in defeat.

ADULT SCENE** "Good. You can start with the contractors who were here early." As he heads back to unlock the door I hear him shout out to the 'contractors' who were already inside, "Holes open for business gentlemen." I hear several cheers.

For the next three hours I put bobby's theory to the test. Every time a raging hard cock poked through the glory hole I keep telling myself, 'A dick is a dick is a dick.' The first seven I assumed were the 'cpntractors' who were 'shopping' early. From what I saw they all seemed to be rather good looking, well built guys in their early to mid 20s so it wasn't all that difficult to swallow their seed. After that, it was another story.

Remember, I was naked, chained by my balls lying over some boxes in the last aisle of a hardware store, sucking random, unknown, faceless dicks which appeared thru a hole in a rather flimsy partition as real customers entered the store. I didn't want to pray that the divider stayed in place given my track record of praying. Needless to say I was more than nervous every time I heard the door chime announcing someone's entry.

Dale continued to film (from the chest down) the guys I serviced while Dean recorded my oral activities in full. Guess that was part of the deal for a reduced cost. Actually, Dean wasn't pimping me out today, I sucked everyone for free just so we could produce another film.

Around 10:30 Dean allowed me to take a much needed break. My jaw was starting to get sore. I was a bit worried when Mestre' began examining my hole. Would I be forced fucked? Turns out no. Truthfully, I wouldn't have minded some action. I was beyond horny and hadn't unload my balls since last night.

Just before we started again at 11:00AM, Dean told me he thought my hole was ready for 'limited action.' Rummaging around Dale's duffle bag Dean poured some cold lube on my puckering hole. Coating his own hard cock with some more, Dean slid into my tender, young ass easily. Man, did that ever feel good.

Leaning over my back Dean slowly fucked me as I continued to give out free blow jobs to unknown men. Sort of anyway. In truth, for that last hour Dean did more sucking than I. He allowed me to begin but after a minute or so would pull me off then wrap his lips around the hard rod. Being an expert in timing Mestre' would allow only the first few blasts in his mouth then pull off where the rest of the 'money shots' were captured on film covering Dean's face in spunk. I would of course be required to lick his face clean before the next 'customer.' The only good thing about that was he and I would swap it back and forth with a passionate, open mouthed, tongue battling kiss. We did four dicks that way before I returned to sucking the last two.

We could hear them discussing the situation. From their voices I could tell they were definitely teenagers. Unsure exactly how this worked, neither wanted to be first. Eventually one popped his sweet looking dick through the hole. Unlike the previous cocks I instantly would have known it was from a teen boy not a man. The skin was smooth and taught. The pubic hairs were light sandy brown, not wiry gray. The sweet aroma was all teenager too. I followed Dean's lead and let the punks spray my face after I swallowed the first few blasts, then Dean took over lapping up the cum. The second kid was even better than the first.

END ADULT SCENE

It was now noon and I had successfully 'paid' for the locks and chain. The store clerk told me I was free to go, but (for the 'plot' of the film) if I was ever to try and steal again from him, my ass would be paying next time. Yup, I couldn't wait to be 'caught' again.

Dean left my balls pad locked and dragged me out the back door by the chain. I don't think anyone saw me being ushered naked from the door to the car. Surprising Mrs. Soarer did not pick us up, Donny did. "Well, how many did he do?" he asked Dale who had gotten in the front seat. Dean (dressed) and I (naked) were in the back seat.

"18. Not a record, but close. He surpassed bobby's 12 but bicha Ian did 23 in four hours once," Dale informed my sister's boyfriend. Even if Dean hadn't blown the four guys in the last hour, I would have only done 22, closer but still no record.

"Donny, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"After lunch you're spending time with Marla and me," he said. I begged Donny not to use the drive-thru at McDonalds but he ignored my pleas. Thankfully, I was sitting behind him so I practically glued myself to the door blocking my skinny, nude, ball-bound body from being spotted. Passing out the food, Dean took my quarter pounder and fries from me. Taking a big bite Mestre' gave it a few quick chews then motioned for me to open my mouth.

As I lay across the backseat Dean hovered above me. Is he really...? Yup. Opening his mouth he allowed the chewed up burger to drop into my mouth. "Eat up bicha." The thought of consuming chewed up food was most unpleasant. I was grateful he didn't turn it into total mush before depositing in my gapping pie hole. At least it tasted good. Dean would hold my fries in his mouth then lean down so I could nibble them until I reached his lips. In between my 'bites' Dean would eat his own lunch.

Once we reached my house we moved out back to the porch where Dean continued to feed me lunch. Dale and Donny laughed with every serving. "How was lunch bicha?" Dean asked when we were done.

"Honestly, kinda disgusting," I answered.

"What? Come on bicha think about it. You've swallowed countless quarts of cum, drunk piss, rimmed buttholes, and given how many ATMs? Was this more disgusting than any of those?"

Shrugging I said, "Guess you're right Mestre'. When you put it in that perspective."

"Good. Have fun with Donny today. Remember, you are still working the farm tomorrow and Friday." With that said, Dale and Dean departed with their duffle bag of equipment.

"Hey, Wait! What about the lock?" I shouted jiggling the chain still locked to my balls.

Dean simply smiled and nodded toward Donny who was holding the keys. Phew.

Donny wasted no time telling me since Dean had cleared my butt for limited duty. He wasn't going to miss out. He fucked me slowly for almost 30 minutes. I had just finished a thorough ATM on him when Marla got home. She loved the chained look, which for some reason embarrassed me. Not that it mattered, I was boned most of the day having been denied release so far.

I embarrassingly filled her in as to my morning adventures. Donny himself bragged about using my ass much to her delight. "Looks like you had a busy morning Jamie." Turning to Donny she asked, "Do you think he can handle what I have planned?"

"Yeah, Dean and I think so. We went very gently so you should be good," Donny answered.

What in the world was my sister planning? Tugging my ball chain I closely follow the two of them down to the basement to escape the heat and humidity I'm told. Marla, like our father, doesn't like the warm, sticky weather. I enjoy it but didn't get a say today. Whatever is going to happen, I'm guessing we're going to work up a sweat regardless of our location.

Donny locks the chain around a support column, basically keeping me secured for the second time today. I must say, locking somebody by the balls is very effective. Marla drags over an old weight lifting bench (which I never used) adjusting the height and angle. Once I am lying over it, my mouth is at the perfect position for a good throat pounding. My legs are dangling off the back, spread wide.

"Do you know what this is baby bro?" Marla asks.

"Well, one end looks like a dildo. But I'm not sure about the other," I tell her.

"This end can be inserted into whomever fucks you so they can get enjoyment out of riding your ass too. Isn't that neat?" She sweetly informs me. Seeing the confused look on my face because I can't figure out why a guy screwing me would want that up his butthole, or how it would even work, so Marla demonstrates.

Taking a wide belt she puts it around her waist and inserts the two ended dildo/stimulator. My eyes bug out when I realize she plans to fuck me while getting off too. I learn a new word today: Pegging. Could this be any more fucked up.

Marla goes behind me and undresses while Donny rips off his clothes in front of me. Shoving his cock in my mouth I can't even protest what is about to happen. Squirting plenty of lube (she had brought it downstairs this morning in anticipation) up my hole I pull away from Donny.

"Marla, No. Please Don't. I'm begging you," I cry out. My pleas fall on deaf ear as she slowly slides the 6 inch strap-on into my chute not stopping until the base is up against my ass cheeks. Adjusting the angle we hear her sigh before she pulls out, then plunges back in again.

For the next 25 minutes I'm spit roasted by my sister's pegging me and her boyfriend's face fucking. I try and concentrate on pleasuring Donny while enjoying the ride behind me. If it weren't for the fact that I'm being fucked by my own sister, I would have enjoyed it more. Still, she was rubbing my prostate keeping me on the edge. Unfortunately, I never crossed that line either by her design or sheer luck. She on the other hand came four times. Donny shot off filling my mouth after about 20 minutes and told me just to nurse on his tip for the last 5 minutes.

"Well, how was that Jamie?" Marla asked once she withdrew.

"Sis, that was just sick and wrong," I complained.

"Why? Because you didn't get off?"

"No. Yes. No. I mean, I would have liked to get off but that was just incestuous."

"You don't seem to mind when it's Dean and Dale. Or Robby and Eddie. Why should this be any different? Ok she had a point, but still, that was gay incest. This was regular incest. Not that what we did could be considered 'regular' by most people. "Don't worry little bro, you'll get used to it. We WILL be doing this again," she laughed.

To Be continued...

Author's Note: Like so many chapters, this one just grew and grew. I had planned on getting much farther in the story line. While I mentioned bringing the story to a close, at this rate I'll be writing for several more chapters at the very least.

I need to get thru this week, the weekend Camping trip, then the storyline I've wanted to tell from the very beginning. Then I can conclude.

On a personal note, I may have to post more frequently to end the story because I'm worried about our free speech rights once the sad 'coronation' takes place on Jan 20th. A very sad day. Let's hope it doesn't get that bad.