Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2021 18:31:34 -0400 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha chapter 33 I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today. PLEASE: Donate to Nifty to keep this wonderful service free. I would really appreciate constructive feedback. I can be reached at DeansBicha@gmail.com I enjoy getting comments and will reply. Deans Bicha 33 Dean and Dale are back in the picture and Jamie discovers somethings about himself. The next few chapters take on a much kinkier tone dealing with several fantasies and fetishes. I hope you enjoy them as much as Jamie. SUNDAY EVENING - PUNISHMENT WEEK BEGINS I went the back way thru the cornfields to the Soarer's house. Scared didn't begin to describe my emotions. Dean said I could kiss my balls goodbye. They were in for a world of hurt for sure, I just knew it. Knowing I was expected naked I stripped off and knocked on the basement door. Dale, who was naked too, opened it and smiled at me. I couldn't tell if he was happy to see me or happy to be able to torture me with his brother. He told me to bring my clothes inside. Walking past him he whispered, "Whatever you do, don't beg. He'll just keep going." I started shaking almost immediately. Whatever Dean had planned, it sounded as if I was going to plead for mercy. I silently thanked Dale, knowing I'd show my appreciation to him somehow when we were alone. Entering their bedroom/rec room I noticed the ping pong table, previously folded and in the corner, was now in the middle of the room with two paddles on it. I prayed it was for a real game and not for my abuse. Dale told me to put my clothes down on his desk. Dean was lying down naked on his bed and looked over at me. Swallowing nervously I greeted him, "Hello Dean." His face grew angry, shit I was in more trouble. "I mean Mestre'." Getting up Dean walked over to me, his dick still sewn shut looked red and the foreskin puffy around the silver threadlike wire, "Display," he commanded firmly. Immediately I dropped to my knees, spread my legs and clasped my hands on top of my head. WHAM! His foot connected viciously with my nuts crushing them as he had warned me earlier on the phone. "Display," he shouted. Not wanting to piss him off I struggled to release the grasp I had on my balls and got back into position. BAM! I didn't even have time to pray to god that he wouldn't kick me again before his foot delivered another shattering blow. Tears streamed down my face as I gasped for air. "Display!" I was about to beg him to stop when I remembered Dale's advice. I waited for the impact of the next blow. For all that is wholly, please no more I screamed in my head as I moved slowly back into position for the third time. I remember it like it happened in slow motion. Dean pulled back his foot, smiled his evil smile, and brought his foot forward directly on my two unprotected and battered balls. I watched as his foot drove them so far up they practically disappeared inside my body. Fuck! How much more can I take? What must his parents think is happening from my moans and groans. "Display," he commanded for the fourth time. I struggled to get back to my knees. Was he planning to kick my balls off me literally? I could actually feel me balls throbbing in time with my heart, both were racing a mile a minute. On my knees awaiting a fourth crushing blow Dean suddenly turned and walked away. Glancing at Dale he gave me a head nod as if to say, Good Job. I could now breathe but dared not move lest I piss Dean off even more. Returning from their bathroom, one hand behind his back, Dean knelt in front of me and clasped my tender orbs in his tight fist. He rolled them around in my sack which was excruciating. "I think they'll survive. This time," he spit out in an angry tone. Bringing his other hand around front he put on a rubber surgical glove. He squeezed some mint scented white cream on the tip of two fingers and worked it in to my balls then up my soft shaft, even working a little in my pee hole. "This will help ease the pain Bicha, it's a sports cream for sore muscles." Feeling a soothing coolness spread over my boy parts for 30 seconds did not prepare me for the blazing heat which set my balls on fire. I clasped my balls in a vain attempt to wipe the cream off. Dean sat back and laughed watching me hop around the room waving my hands in front of my roasting nuts like a fan trying to blow out the flames. He hadn't released me from "display" position though neither of us cared at the moment. Dale told me not to touch my eyes or I'd really be hurting. "Ben Gay Balls. Classic. No matter how many times I see it, it's still fun to watch. You're evil Dean," Dale complimented his brother. "Please, wash it off," I begged. Then I remembered what Dale had warned me. Dean smiled and said, "Sorry Bicha. No can do. Besides water just makes it worse. You gotta just let it wear off. And as an added bonus, cause you begged like a little girl and couldn't take your punishment like a man, I'll just have to give you another application before bed." HAHAHA the boys roared. I continued to dance around the room, hopping up and down in some stupid attempt to minimize the damage. "Oh shit, we should have filmed this," Dean said. "Let's do that tonight. It'll be fun to watch over and over." More laughter as Dean and Dale stretched out on their beds while I entertained them with my moves and babbled on about the pain. Almost 10 minutes later the heat started to fade and my balls were no longer flaming hot, but still tingling greatly. I collapsed on the floor, my knees bent up protecting my nuts as I calmed down. Dale had to tell me twice to go wash my hands really, really well to remove any cream I had gotten on them from rubbing my balls. Of course I shouldn't think of touching my boy parts. I washed my hands for five minutes then drank two glasses of water. I was exhausted from all my jumping around. Dean came into the bathroom and told me to get in the tub. Great, he's going to pee on me now I thought. Wrong. Instead he wiped me down with some tissues then poured olive oil over my groin followed by patting that off with some cotton balls. Then he washed everything off. Dean was right, water would have made my boys burn and I realized you shouldn't try washing sports cream off with water, it only moves the menthol oil around and increases its effect. He was actually quite kind and gentle. Reaching for a towel, Dean rubbed my boy bits softly and with great care. All finished, he leaned over and placed a small kiss on top of my dick, which responded accordingly. "I missed you bicha. I'm sorry I had to punish you. One down, five to go." Then he motioned for me to follow him back to the rec room. What!? First he shows his meanness, then his kindness even kissing my dick. Then he tells me he's sorry he had to punish me but I have 5 more to go! In-fucking-credible. Turning to Dale, Dean asked him to "go get Papa, I'm ready." Minutes later Mr. and Mrs. Soarer came downstairs with Dale following. Dean hopped up sitting on the end of the ping pong table. Mr. Soarer motioned me over and we all stood around as Dean lied back. "Bicha, I'm going to release Dean from his punishment now. This will hurt him some. Hold his hands down." It was my turn to offer solace to Dean as the silver threadlike wire was cut and removed quickly by Mr. Soarer. Dean grimaced as it slid out but didn't make a sound. He squeezed my hands tightly for both physical and emotional support. Mrs. Soarer wiped the outside of his dick with a warm wet cloth. She gave him some cream which she told him to put on it until it was completely cleaned. Probably not Ben Gay or Icy Hot though. Then I remembered I'd be cleaning him with my tongue. Yuck. The parents told the boys they could dress now and went upstairs. Dean gingerly got off the table and moved to his bed. He lied down spread eagle on his back and pointed to his crotch. Dale moved behind his brother's head and placed it in his own lap. I knew what was expected of me and knelt down between Dean's legs. Holding his limp, now freed, dick up to me Dean said, "Clean me bicha. Be gentle." I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the underside of his dick. He moaned, I'm not sure from pleasure or pain. I looked at him with genuine concern and he said it was alright it was just tender. A few more swipes of my tongue and Dean was squirming around. After 6 nights sewn shut his foreskin was quite irritated by the silver wire. The boys shifted positions and now Dale was the one to comfort his brother. Dale held Dean's hand tight. Then to my utter astonishment, Dean turned and began sucking Dale's cock as I continued swiping my tongue across Dean's dick. I could smell the rotten cheese without skinning his dick. It was beyond awful. When Dean moved his hand to his cock and gently pulled back his cover exposing the dickhead two things happened. One, Dean moaned in pleasure/pain as his crown saw the light of day for the first time in 6 days. Two, I wanted to throw up. If I thought the smell was bad before, it was ten times worse when the air hit it. There was so much white crusty smegma covering his tip it looked like he had stuck it in a container of cottage cheese. I'm never going to be able to do this was my first thought. My second was if I don't my balls will be destroyed. "Stick your tongue out Bicha," Dean then ordered. "Dale get the camera." Dean had Dale take several pictures of my tongue resting on his cheese covered cock. My eyes watered from the taste. Rancid isn't strong enough of an adjective to describe the foul bitterness. I was forced to lick his cock clean slowly while smiling into the camera. I gagged once or twice until Dean told me if I vomited I'd be eating it up. As a half a dozen pictures were developing, Dale moved back to cradle his brother's head. Dean was moaning quite loudly, probably because his dick was so sensitive. Glancing up he appeared to be sucking Dale harder and faster now. Dean was using his brother's dick as a type of pacifier to keep calm while I removed 6 days worth of headcheese. It took some time before the smegma was all gone and I never got used to the taste. Eventually Dean extracted himself from my mouth and popped off Dale's cock. Looking down at his own member, Dean examined it while working his hand around the shaft pumping life back into it. We all watched it grow to it's full 4 plus inches. Dean didn't need to tell me what to do at that point and I engulfed him to his sparse pubes to finish the job. As sick, warped, and cruel as Dean was he was still my Mestre' and I wanted to serve him well. Now who is the sick, warped, and demented one I thought. Dean returned to sucking his brother which surprised me some. But what really blew me away, literally and figuratively, was Dale moving around to start sucking me in a three way suckfest. It was amazing. Dean, having not cum for 6 days shot off first filling my mouth with his delicious creamy load. His time in lockdown had matured his nuts to produce a wonderfully white, thick load. I shot off next into Dale's waiting mouth, followed by Dean slurping down Dale's swimmers. The boys got off the bed and I followed them over to the sofa where they sat and I presented myself in "display" position. The boys were quite pleased with the pictures, I was not. Apparently I was a better actor than I thought because it looked as if I was enjoying eating his 6 day old cheese. These photos were the worst of any taken to date. "Now bicha, let's find out what you have been doing since Monday night when you couldn't keep your mouth shut and got me stitched," Dean said as he toyed with my balls with his foot. I can't blame him for still being pissed. I offered a synopsis of my week's activities since Monday night when I had seen them last, leaving out a few carefully selected items. Tuesday: Cock Free Day; No underwear to school; Marla and Donny Graduation. Wednesday: I sucked Richard in art room; Marla and her friend embarrass me at lunch, wave goodbye outside naked; caught by Darin, schedule to meet Friday. (No mention of Robby going commando or exposing himself) Thursday: Bike to Randolph's house, explain he's just a friend I know thru our dads; (no mention of sucking 6 big black cocks, them giving me 6 facials and golden shower nor riding bike home with junk hanging out.) Friday: Caught by garbage men forced to jerk off, expected next Friday; Robby camps overnight, tell him about Darin and have to meet Raymond and Darin, Robby dared me running down naked to meet them, Robby thought funny but he went down dressed; Me sucking them off; Ray punishing me for tardiness by forced streaking in Kmart. Robby amazed at what I did; Suck off Robby to keep him quiet. (No mention of enemas, shaving Robby, or any fucking either way by us; no mention of spankings either.) Saturday: Breakfast in briefs, Robby surprisingly too; One pair briefs - Laundromat spanking by dad, placed by window with hard-on, two little boys and father seeing me; Sucking Robby again to ensure he keeps mouth closed. Saturday Night: Sucking Donny, taking me to Dairy Queen, girl feeling me up; grocery store parking lot jerk-off and suck; Donny fucking me Saturday night. (Pretty much everything.) Sunday: Morning BJ to Donny; Underwear shopping, jerking off naked in store. (No mention of streaking in woods with kids from Glaston.) It all sounded unbelievable to me that I would have done so much in 6 short days. The parts I left out I wanted to keep private, mostly Randolph and Robby. I don't know why I felt I needed to keep the boys in Glaston a secret, I just did. The Soarer brothers were very impressed. Dale went into the unfinished portion of the basement and came back with the tilting board which Dean was strapped to last week. My heart sunk. "Come on bicha, let's get you in place so we can find out what you are not telling us," he said. The next thing I knew, they had my wrists and ankles spread out and tied down to the four corners. "I told you everything. I swear. I don't think I left anything out." I was panicking. Was he going to attach weights to my still sensitive balls? His hand wrapped around my nuts pulling them down and he attached a metal ring with a hook on it. Now I knew he planned to stretch my boy bits. "We'll start off light, say a half a pound, Dean gleefully said hooking the weight to the chain and tugging at my balls. Now one half a pound doesn't sound like a lot but it is when you haven't ever hung anything from your balls which were still rather tight. "No! Wait, let me think. I don't remember anything else." I immediately started going over those items I had left out. What could I tell him which would appease him? There isn't much. Another half pound had me squirming more. "That's it, honest." One half pound more brought the total up to 1 1/2 pounds. My sack was elongated more than I had ever seen it. "Wait! Raymond spanked me too." "Why didn't you tell us that?" Dale asked. "It slipped my mind. Really." UP to two pounds, "Keep thinking," Dean told me. How Dean managed to make it to seven pounds I couldn't imagine. What else can I confess? "I ran into the kids from Glaston. One was at Kmart and saw me streaking. They dared me to run around woods naked. I did so they wouldn't say anything about Kmart. I sucked them off too. Please, take off the weights." Somehow I managed to make it seem I did all the sexual things, not them, just as I had done concerning Robby. I didn't want Dean to think he could ensnare them as he had me. Dean seemed to accept that I was the sole "queer boy" as he called me. I knew Robby was, the kids in Glaston could just be experimenting. "Is that all bicha?" "YES," I screamed, "swear." Dean skipped the 2 1/2 pounds level and went directly to 3 full pounds. "ARGHHH! OH GOD, STOP. THERE'S NOTHING ELSE." "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're holding out bicha. Very bad. Now tell me what else." Sweat was running down my face and pits. My body was trembling. I was a total mess. He wants more and I'm going to have to give him something. What? I finally screamed out, "ROBBY FUCKED ME!" "Interesting, tell me more about that." In one breathe I rapidly told the boys how Robby had questioned me about the two of them and what I had done. I told the Soarers that I confessed to Robby about them "doing it up my butt," but not about the gangbang. "So why did you keep that secret?" Dean asked. "Cause I didn't want you to think Robby was gay." "Silly bicha. Fucking some fag doesn't make you queer." Dale laughingly told me. "So that's it?" Dean asked again. "YES, Please my balls are killing me." Gone was any attempt to avoid begging. "I believe everything you've told us so far bicha." Yes, relief I thought. "There is one thing I don't understand though. Why you left out the part about sucking all those black kids." BUSTED. Shit, how did he know? "I'm friends with Darius and he called to tell me about his brother's new 'tool' and it turned out to be you." Smiling he pushed the weights to swing adding to my misery. "It's a small world after all," Dean sang. "I'm sorry. I was embarrassed. I thought maybe, I don't know, maybe you wouldn't want me as your bicha any longer." "Silly bicha, I'm never getting rid of you. You're mine FOREVER. Of course, for lying you've earned another, even bigger punishment. Just like your father, you NEVER, EVER, lie to me. Got that!" He slipped another one pound weight and let it drop. I almost passed out as the four pounds swung from my balls. "FUCK. AHHH! YES, I MEAN NO, I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN," I shouted out. "Dale, what's the tally?" Dean asked. "I believe he did 16 blowjobs at $2.00 a piece and got fucked twice at $5.00 each for a total of $42.00." "Do you hear that bicha? I bet you did all that sucking and fucking for free didn't you?" Dean asked looking straight into my eyes. When I didn't answer he kicked the weights causing my balls more pain as he yelled, "Didn't you?" "Yes Mestre." Another push on the weights and he explained, "Well, you owe me $21.00 bicha. You may not take it out of any money you already have. You must work it off and won't get a dime yourself until I'm paid in full. I'm thinking we should have a summer sale too. I'll just lower the price of blowjobs to a $0.50 and fucks to $1.00 so it will take longer. Sound fair fag? "Whatever you want sir," I answered. Anything to get him to remove the 4 pounds swinging from my balls. "Not what I want bicha. I asked you if it sounded fair?" "Yes Mestre'. Fair. It's more than fair. I'll do whatever is needed to earn that money." At this point I would have promised him the world to ease the gut wrenching pain my balls were experiencing. "I'm sure you will bicha. I'm sure you will." Dean released my wrists and I instantly collapsed on the floor, the weights crashing down with a loud thud. Examining my balls they were ruby red and the skin on my sack was so taut I thought my nuts would pop out any minute. Dale pushed me over and started removing the weights and metal ring surrounding my gonads. The pain was almost as bad when freed. I held my boy bits for several minutes curled up crying. Eventually Dean pulled me to me feet and told me to wash my face. I gathered myself together and returned to the rec room. Dean said, "Come on, let's eat. I'm starving." Their punishment week over, the boys could get dressed but I was still naked as we trudged up the stairs where Mrs. S had a big pot of stew keeping warm on the stove. She pulled out some fresh baked rolls and we ate like the starving teenagers we were. Dessert was homemade cookies and milk. I was still unsure why Mr. & Mrs. Soarer allowed Dale and especially Dean to have a bicha almost like a pet or plaything. I don't think any of my friends in school were so casual as to eat supper naked with their parents let alone the neighbors yet here I was starkers. I was fairly positive no school chum ever had his foreskin closed up either (or would have had any of us had them back then). It was a mystery to me, but regardless I sat there bare assed eating as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Part of me kinda liked it, just not at my own house with my own parents. Returning to the basement after supper we spent the rest of the night watching TV and playing games like normal, non-sex craved kids, though Dale and Dean did get naked again. Ping Pong was the best. We played short games to 11, winner by 2 points. I was more distracted watching their uncut cocks bouncing around than I was the ball, thus I lost all my games. We eventually peed, brushed our teeth and crawled into bed, Dale in one, Dean and I together in the other. Turning in my direction, Dean rolled on top of me. Looking at Dean he almost looked sweet though I still could see the sadistic side deep in his dark brown eyes. Not a word was spoken as we gazed at each other. Dean slowly started rubbing his junk against mine. Seconds later we were both fully erect. Then it happened, just like the night he came to apologize. Dean leaned in and kissed me. For the next 5 minutes we traded spit as our dicks mashed together. I thought I was going to pop off any second and Dean must have guessed that. "Don't you dare cum Bicha. I'll let you know when you can." Working his way down my body Dean sucked each nipple chewing them lightly. I was going insane. Continuing southward he made it to my belly button where he tongued it for a long minute. Eventually, Dean began nibbling at my balls. I was tossing my head side to side in ecstasy. "Don't cum bicha or these won't work again," he warned. Returning his oral ministrations on my nuts I somehow willed myself not to shoot. Traveling farther down and spreading my legs, Dean wiggled his tongue at the entrance to my hole. Had he not wrapped his fist around my balls and gently squeezed I would have shot off hands free. Looking over at his brother Dean pulled back the covers and said, "join us mano." Mano is Portuguese for bro or homeboy. As Dale made his way to our bed Dean was now crotched on all fours rimming my ass. Dale crawled behind his brother and started doing the same. For several minutes the only sounds which could be heard were slurping tongues and moans of pleasure. Dean stopped for a moment, "Do me," he told Dale who obliged. Kneeling behind Dean, Dale slowly inserted his hard cock up his brother's ass. At the same time, Dean stopped his tongue action on my hole and swallowed my throbbing boner to the base. He bobbed up and down a half dozen times then poked his index finger up my butt gently rubbing my love button. The brothers got into a nice rhythm with Dale plunging Dean's butt forcing him to swallow my entire cock. Only when Dean retreated did Dale pull out. Dean controlled the tempo and sped up and slowed down when he felt either of us was going to cum. The digital clock on the night stand showed this little back and forth sexual exploit lasted 23 minutes. The last 3 of which Dean was moving at lightning speed between us. Permission or not, I fired off 7 or 8 rounds of hot white semen down his throat. Dale followed closely. Dean pulled off my shrinking dick and moved his way back to lie face to face again. Dale, who was still lodged up his brother's love tunnel, moved with him. I felt the combined weight of the Soarer brothers lying on me and enjoyed the closeness. Dean kissed me again sharing my baby makers he had held in his mouth with me. When we had swallowed my entire load between us, Dean reached around and patted Dale's butt indicating to pull out. Dale slid out and made enough room for Dean to lie between us. Turning to me Dean whispered, "Clean up Dale, Jamie." Crawling over Dean to the foot of the bed I licked Dale's dick free from his spunk and Dean's ass juices. I had forgot about Ass-to-Mouth jobs and accepted my fate, surprisingly not sure if I was pleased or not. When I finished with Dale, Dean issued his next direction which I definitely liked less, "Now eat me out and clean me up too." Pulling his legs up to his chest Dean spread his ass cheeks apart exposing his hole dripping with Dale's cum. Some started to slide out and run down his crack. "Hurry bicha, don't let any get on the sheets." Knowing I'd get punished for letting the sheets get dirty I swiped my tongue along his ass crack up to his hole. Dean relaxed and more cum poured out. I had swallowed plenty of cum directly from many dicks but this was the first time from someone's hole. "Yes bicha. Eat that cock snot up. It feels soooo good. You're the best bicha ever." I liked being told I was the best bicha ever, even if bicha was an insulting term for faggot. It didn't matter as I was pleasing Dean, my Mestre'. However, his praise did little to divert the fact I was performing a sex act I couldn't even possibly imagined existed. Regardless, I put my heart and sole into working my tongue around to scoop up every last bit of Dale's spunk from Dean's tiny hole. "Enough bicha. Come back up here." I snuggled back up to his left side, Dale still on his right. Turning to me Dean ran his hand gently down my face and kissed me once more. We swapped spit for a minute or so then Dean looked deep into my eyes and softly said, "Now you know why it's always important to keep clean." "Yes Mestre'." Putting his mouth directly against my right ear Dean barely whispered, "Get a good nights sleep bicha. By tomorrow I should be ok to start fucking you. We have a new rule, Rule #11: DAILY FUCKINGS." Seeing the shocked look on my face he added smiling, "Punishment week is going to be hell." Turning toward Dale the two held each other drifting off to slumberland. I lied there most of the night wondering and worrying ... To Be Continued... Authors Note: Well that's the start of Punishment Week after a 6 day absence from Dean and Dale, Jamie is back under their control. While the past week may have been more carefree, this week looks like it is going to be pure hell. Dean and the boys have many punishments and embarrassing situations for poor Jamie. Despite his reluctance Jamie gets off on every one of them, except one which causes him to stand up to Dean and draw the line. Dean will actually atone for his mistake. A small twist for those who wish Jamie to be stronger. I again feel badly for taking longer to post. I should have been submitting chapters every two weeks not every week. That would have allowed me to get past my extremely busy period. Chapter 35 has the twist and I think you'll like it. We also see a different side to Jamie, but his underlying bicha is still there. As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the latest chapter. Please drop me a note at DeansBicha@gmail.com with ideas, suggestions, and inspirational photos. I'll send anyone that wishes a photo(s) I used in developing the most recent chapter.