Date: Tue, 1 Feb 2022 17:41:34 -0500
From: Dean Soarer <deansbicha@gmail.com>
Subject: Deans Bicha Chapter 42

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the delay in posting.  I am recovering from
surgery and typing is rather difficult at the moment so this will be a
shorter chapter than the last few.  We pick up the story later in the
afternoon of Dean's Punishment Day.  Dean already owes Jamie two more days
and Jeff one more.

Deans bicha 42

Thursday, Late Afternoon.

Squeak.  Squeak.  Squeak.  Squeak.  Squeak.

Damn, this bed makes an awful lot of noise I thought.  Well, I guess after
19 minutes of me slowly fucking Dean's ass his bed springs were getting
tired as they squeaked in protest to my relentless fucking.  Jeff got bored
waiting so he and Dale were playing ping pong, naked of course.  It was fun
watching their cocks flop around as they ran around the table making their
shots.  Dean had his face buried into his pillow so he wasn't enjoying any
part of the show.  Well, maybe he was enjoying something since his dick was
still rock hard.

Leaning over his back I whispered to him, "How are your little balls
holding out?" After the Ben Gay, the punches, the weights, then finally the
electric shocks I had been concerned that I'd been too rough.  That was
until Dale produced the latest device which we put on Dean before I started
pounding his butt hole.

Where Dean had once used twine to tie my balls to my ankles stretching them
as I was being fucked, Dale attached what was basically a simplified
humbler made of two, 2 foot long pieces of bamboo tied at the ends to his
wrists after sandwiching his nuts in between the wooden dowels placed
behind his legs.  Dean couldn't straighten out his body and the force of my
thrusts kept continuously tugging on his tender bits.

First, we had a little target practice after he was secured in the humbler
by shooting elastic bands then switching to a rubber tipped dart gun.
Finally we used a sling shot and bombarded his balls with ball point pens,
the tips of which we inserted sharp pointed wooden toothpicks which acted
like needles as they slammed into Dean's nuts.  His moans and groans with
every direct hit were music to my ears.  Dale won the competition landing
23 shots directly on Dean's hanging balls.  Jeff and I each made 16 for a
grand total of 55 pin pricks to his ball bag.  I rewarded Dale with his own
Punishment Day for winning the target practice.

Lying on top of Dean's smooth, young, supple body as I pounded his hole I
quietly asked him if he was enjoying his punishment day.  Glancing over to
ensure Jeff was distracted with Dale, Dean nodded yes.  Turning his head
around so he could look me in the eyes, he spoke so softly I had to lean in
to hear him.

"Yes.  It's been wonderful.  I almost came during the electric shocks.
Though the inside of my dick still stings from the Ben-Gay.  One last
punishment, after you guys all fuck me I want you to take turns double
dicking me while I suck the third guy off.  OK?"

I was stunned.  I had planned on us all gang banging him, though with just
three it would only be a mini gang bang.  Now he wanted us to double
penetrate him too.  Well I'd certainly accommodate him if that's what he
wanted.  Some 'punishment' day I thought.

Two minutes later I blasted off filling his ass with the first of many
loads of boy cream that afternoon.  Jeff filled Dean next, all the time
exclaiming, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," until he fired off his baby makers up
Dean's hole.  He was even more excited when I ordered Dean to clean off
Jeff's cock (ATM) as Dale mounted Dean.  We went for a second round,
filling his ass with six loads of our boy batter.

After a short rest period and something to eat and drink (Dean drank
another mug of our combined piss) I started on Dean's last request, or self
punishment, a Double Penetration.  Jeff practically fell over in shock when
I instructed him to insert his cock along side mine after Dean had squatted
down over my dick.  Dale knew automatically to stuff his hard-on down
Dean's throat.  As Jeff's dick slid along side mine I knew why Dean loved
doing this to me so much.  Man, this made Dean's ass even tighter.  And I
loved the feeling of Jeff's cock rubbing against mine.  We managed all
combinations for the three of us to double dick Dean (me/Jeff, me/Dale, and
Jeff/Dale) TWICE, as the third guy reamed his cock down Dean's throat.

When we were completely spent, I got a tad more creative myself without any
input from Dean.  I told him to squat over my dick and release all the
loads of cum up his ass.  It gushed out completely covering my junk.

"Ok Bicha, lick it all up," I ordered Dean.

"No."  Dean stood defiantly in front of me with his arms crossed.

"What?!" I screamed at him.  "You'll do what I said or face the
consequences."  Dean remained standing awaiting my next move.  "Fine!  Just
for that, you owe me ANOTHER punishment day.  That's 3 for me, one for
Jeff, and one for Dale.  Now clean my cock with your tongue!"

Apparently this was going to be a test of wills.  Dean didn't move.  How
many punishment days did he want.  I knew what would make him move.  "Dale,
go get the shock box back from your mom.  See how high we can go this
time."

As Dale turned to go, Dean dropped to his knees and crawled over to me
lying on he floor.  Sticking out his little pink tongue he ran it through
the cooling, congealing cum and ate it.  "That's better," I smiled and
watched as Dean ate up every last drop.  To make matters worse, or better
on your perspective, I told Jeff to whack Dean's butt 30 times (10 for each
of us) with a ping pong paddle while my crotch was licked clean.

Jeff was completely grossed out watching his friend eat all our ball juice.
"Man, that's really, really disgusting.  I can't believe you're doing
that," he said as he delivered blow after blow on Dean's cute little ass
cheeks which were getting redder and redder by the second.  Jeff landed 31
hard hits (one for good measure) on Dean's upturned butt, the last one with
such force it sent Dean's face flying forward into my junk.

"No, it's really, really cool.  Besides, he deserves it," Dale commented.

"Yeah, it's no where near as gross as a mouthful of shit.  Is it Bicha
boy?" I asked Dean.

Looking up at me for a moment, Dean acknowledged, "No sir," before he
continued to lap away at the many loads of our cum, spit, and his own ass
juices which covered my junk and had only moments before been up his butt.

Eventually Dean swallowed all our spunk yet he continued to lap away at my
genitals.  I was just about to tell him to stop because I had other things
I wanted to do to him. Unfortunately, I would have to wait until another
day as Mrs. Soarer called us upstairs immediately.  Unlike at lunch, we all
ran upstairs naked (even Jeff who was apparently getting used to being seen
naked by her.)

Mrs. Soarer informed us that we would have to postpone the rest of Dean's
Punishment Day.  Seeing the shocked looks on our faces she explained that
my mom had called and asked that I be sent home by 5:00PM.  (Jeff was
scheduled to leave by then anyway.)  Seems like my parents had some
announcement and we were going out to dinner to celebrate.  Sadly, I was
not going to be able to spend the night.

To offset the disappointment she offered to let us each have another day to
punish Dean.  She also "suggested" that Matt be allowed some punishment
days too since he wasn't here to partake in our activities today, and told
me to decide how many.  Jeff beamed at the idea.

Back downstairs I assessed the situation.  I now had 4 days to punish Dean.
Jeff and Dale each had 2.  I decided Matt could have 2 as well.  As Jeff
and I got dressed, yes I put on my underwear, I told Dean we would use the
punishment days randomly whenever the mood struck us.  Or whenever it was a
bad time for him.

Jeff died laughing at that and taunted his friend, "Man, you are never
going to know when you wake up if it's a day you're going to spend sucking
me off and getting fucked.  This is soooo cool.  Wait until I tell Matt.
He's going to be thrilled he won't miss out on the fun."

Dean for his part didn't look as upset as a straight boy should.  Not
surprising because now he would get the chance to suck and fuck with Matt
and Jeff under the pretense of a "punishment day."  Sure, there would be
some CBT involved (no shock box though) but the reward was well worth the
price as far as he was concerned.

As I walked home dressed, which was a rather strange feeling, I wondered
what we would be celebrating.  What was going on that I couldn't spend the
night.  What announcement?  I had been looking forward to making Dean drink
my strong morning piss.  Well, plenty of opportunities for that later.

I got home before anyone else and quickly jumped in the shower.  I didn't
hear my dad come home so as I came out of the bathroom, naked as by Marla's
rules, I jumped a mile when he rounded the corner scaring the crap out of
me.  That in and of itself would have been no problem by now.  At least I
wasn't boned.

However, he wasn't alone.  His lawyer was with him to pick up some
paperwork.  Double Crap.  I went to school with this guy's son, Steve.  He
was actually in my grade and really good looking.  Imagine how embarrassed
I'd be if he told his boy they caught me walking around the house nude.
Predictably I started to fill out at the thought.

"You remember my boy Jaime?" Dad asked him.

"Why yes.  Looks like he's growing up to be a fine young man," he replied
extending his hand for me to shake while his eyes scanned up and down my
nude body.  Guess the fact that I didn't have a stitch of clothes on wasn't
going to prevent us from exchanging pleasantries.

"Jamie, you know Mr. Evert.  Don't you go to school with his son?"

"Yes sir," I mumbled shaking Mr. Evert's hand weakly in an attempt to get
out of there as quickly as possible.  Looking at him I could see his eyes
glued to my half filled dick.  "Good afternoon Mr. Evert.  Nice seeing you.
Tell Steve I said 'hey'."  Why did I tell him that?  I don't want this guy
thinking I was getting hard at the thought of his son, even though besides
being embarrassed that is exactly what was happening.

"Nice seeing you too.  Though I didn't expect to see this much of you," he
laughed along with my dad.  My face wasn't the only part of me flushing
with blood as my dick went up another notch.  "I'll tell Steve I saw you
(he raised his eyebrows as if to emphasize exactly just how much of me he
saw) and that you said hello."  I went up another notch.

"Thanks, well I gotta get dressed.  You caught me coming out of the
shower."

"Well, that's better than catching you 'cuming' in the shower," he actually
stressed the word 'cuming'.  He and dad roared at my humiliation, sending
more blood to my dick.

"No, I caught him doing 'that' in his bed the other morning," dad said
referring to the day he walked in on me wanking.

"DAD!" My humiliation was now complete as was my boner.  I attempted to
cover myself but wasn't succeeding very well.

"Don't worry Jamie.  Those things happen to every boy your age.  My sons
and I joke about them all the time.  Now that it's just us men in the house
(Steve's mom sadly died a few years back) we walk around in the 'all
together' quite a lot."

GOD!  The thought of Steve Evert, his brother Chris who was a year older
and even hotter, and their dad sitting around talking about erections while
naked had me on the verge of shooting a load right there in the hallway.
Now THAT would be the ultimate in embarrassment.

"Um, Ok, I gotta go."  I turned and ran to my room.

Closing the door I heard Mr. Evert say, "I hope we didn't embarrass him too
badly.  Boys at that age do get hard all the time."

"No worries.  He'll probably take care of it and he'll be fine.  He's
taking to walking around the house in just his underwear, when he's wearing
any, so we've seen him hard quite a few times by now."

"Well let me get that paperwork so I can file it in the morning," Mr. Evert
said.  I closed my door and grabbed my dick and stroked off fast and
furiously with images of Steve and Chris Evert naked.  While Steve I had
seen in physical education, it wouldn't be until high school when gym
classes were mixed by grades that I would see Chris.  It would be worth the
wait.

Erupting only minutes after I started fisting my cock, I caught it in my
hand and lapped it up like a starving puppy.  How I loved the taste of cum
now.  With my dick finally deflating I chose my pair of leopard print
bikini underwear to wear tonight.  I didn't know what the occasion was, but
I figured I'd look good in these for whatever the big announcement my
parents had.

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Thursday Evening.

Mom and dad wouldn't tell Marla or me a thing on the way to dinner that
night.  We figured out pretty quickly that we were heading to the
restaurant where dad worked part-time on weekends.  No surprise there as
he'd get a break on the bill.

The owner's wife greeted us at the door and seated us immediately.  The
owner came over shortly thereafter and said hello.  The adults were all
smiles.  Whatever the big announcement was we'd have to wait until after we
ate.

Our server came over and filled our water glasses and took our drink
orders.  As she left to fill them I noticed a busboy clearing a table
across the dining room.  He looked to be high school age with mid length,
wavy light brown hair (much longer than my own, but anything past the ears
was too long for me per my dad.). He was wearing the servers uniform of
black pants and white shirt which were quite tight on his muscular frame.
Even better was the fact that the top three buttons on his shirt were
undone revealing a good deal of his hairless chest.  Whenever I wore a
button down shirt my mom made me wear a white t-shirt underneath.  He was
obviously not hampered by such a rigid dress code.

We all have had this happen to us at one point or another.  He turned to
finish cleaning the table and he looked over and our eyes locked.  I
quickly looked down to avoid his gaze.  He caught me staring at him.  SHIT!

Just avoid looking at him I told myself.  You know when you are told not to
do something, you want to do it even more.  So too with not watching him.
I couldn't stop following him around the dining room.  He looked my way
when he had the chance, catching me two more times watching his every move.
He'd smile his perfect smile at me.  The next time he spotted me he
actually groped his package.  It wasn't a minor adjustment as all guy do
but a full fledged man-handling.  What the hell?  Was he taunting me?  He
did it a few more times, the last time winking at me.  I was a nervous
wreck by now and need I tell you hard as steel too.

Dinner was finally over and by luck (or bad luck) another busboy cleared
our table.  I didn't know whether to be happy or sad.  After our waitress
took the dessert orders I noticed him give me a head nod toward the
restrooms.  I excused myself.  Why was I doing this?  I didn't have to pee.
I could just wait until we got home.  More importantly what was he going to
do?

Now there were two sets of restrooms, one near the bar and the other for
the dining room down a hall toward the kitchen.  I felt like the proverbial
'cat on a hot tin roof' walking down the dimly lit hallway.  Pushing open
the door I saw this dreamy busboy standing at the sinks.

Looking in the mirror at me he said, "Well, well, well.  What do you want
boy?"

"I, I gotta pee," I stammered.

"That's it?" he asked smiling down at me.

"I, ah, No.  I mean yes," I stuttered.

"I saw you staring at me.  Like what you see?  Maybe you came back to see
more.  Would you like that?"  He began rubbing the front of his skin tight
black trousers, his erection clearly visible.  Instead of answering him I
glanced at the door nervous someone else would enter and discover us.
"What?  You scared?" He asked unbuckling his belt and taking a few steps in
my direction.  "You a fag kid?"

"What?!" I yelled out.  "NO," I lied.

Chuckling he told me the answer should have been 'no' first.  Not 'what?'
By now his trousers were unbuttoned and unzipped exposing his white briefs.
The blue and yellow strips around the waistband told me they were Fruit of
the Looms.  The bulge protruding over the top indicated he was primed and
ready for action.  My mouth was already watering.

"We need to be quick," he whispered hooking his briefs under his balls
allowing his 6.5 inch, cut cock to stand tall.  His big mushroom tip
already glistening with precum.  Dropping to my knees I grabbed his briefs
and trousers and pulled them to his thighs.  I swallowed him whole.  His
sigh told me he was enjoying this as much as I.  Bobbing up and down on his
shaft I worked my tongue on the sensitive underside.  Moving my hands up I
fondled his sweaty, hairy balls with my right hand while reaching around
and stroking his ass with my left.

He began a gentle back and forth rocking motion slowly fucking my mouth.  I
hoped it was because he was at work and needed to get back on the job that
he only lasted a few minutes.  Regardless, he blasted his seed in my mouth
and down my throat.  I swallowed it happily, licking my lips as he popped
out of my mouth.

As I stood up and brushed my knees clean, I read his name tag: Nathan.  He
re-dressed and actually thanked me.  He told me to wait here, he thought
his buddy could 'use a bj too'.  Looking back over his shoulder, he thanked
me again before pulling the door open and exiting.  What to do.  Was there
even enough time for me to give another blow job?

I scrambled to stand in front of the urinal my dick hard as nails.  Because
I had worn the bikini underwear I had to undo my belt and open up my pants
to pee.  My boner needed attention badly.  I was mid stroke when someone
entered the mens room.  I tried to cover up what I was doing in case it
wasn't Nathan's friend but it was really obvious.

Now urinal protocol is to leave an empty space between you and the next guy
when possible.  Unfortunately, there were only two urinals in this bathroom
so he stood right next to me.  Looking out of the corner of my eye I could
see it was one of the kitchen staff.  He was an older (18-19) teenager with
long brown hair which went past his shoulders.  He wore tight faded jeans
and an even tighter white t-shirt.  He had a small apron around his waist
which he removed and flung over his broad shoulder.  He smiled down at me
as he took out his dick and began stroking it too.

"Nate said I'd find you in here.  Maybe you can help a buddy out," he
suggested, his cock pointed directly at me.  As if on autopilot I reached
over wrapping my hand around his hot, hard rod.  It felt wonderful.  We
both knew a simple hand job wasn't going to be enough for either of us.
Without thinking clearly I bent over and worked my lips over his large
head.

"Oh shit.  Damn.  Suck it baby boy," he croaked out.

Squatting down I now began in earnest giving him a quickie blow job in the
mens room.  What had become of me that I willingly blew two complete
strangers in such a public place?  What if my dad came in looking for me?
I'd be dead for sure.  I guess my desire to suck them over ruled any common
sense.

He held my head and began pounding away.  Like Nathan, this guy didn't take
long to shoot and soon I was rewarded with a second set of baby makers
swimming down my throat to rest in my stomach.  Now THIS was my real
dessert.

He zipped up and said, "Sweet.  That was great.  You sure know how to suck
dick."  Then noticing my arousal he said, "Better take care of that,"
pointing to my still hard and unsatisfied boner.

He left and I stepped up to the urinal to rub one out.  Unfortunately the
owner came in just then and began digging out his wrinkled old dick.  I
furiously tucked myself away and dashed to the sinks to wash my hands.
Thankfully, my polo shirt was untucked so it covered my erection.  The
owner made small talk with me as he did his business.  He washed his hands
and then walked me back to our table.

He made some more small talk with my parents then left us to eat our
sweets.  The good thing was I had an excuse for why it took me so long in
the mens room.  I couldn't really say I blew some of the staff and
swallowed two loads of cum now could I.  Phew, that was close.

I dug into my dessert and thought about the two blow jobs I just gave, and
how crazy they were.  I started to rationalize what happened.  We didn't
eat here often as it was a good drive from our house.  I'd probably not see
these guys soon if ever again so I had nothing to worry about.  I hoped.
Relaxing a bit I ate my chocolate cake.

Finally, my parents started explaining the reason for our celebration.  Now
some background first.  Some years ago my dad was injured in an accident
while driving a truck for his previous employer.  While he wasn't seriously
hurt, he did sustain a back and leg injury which left him with some range
of motion issues.  He had to leave that job and he luckily found an office
job, though he did have to stand up often to ease the pressure on his back.
Working at the restaurant when he cooked on the line for an evening or two
a week didn't bother him too much so he was fine.

Unknown to either my sister or me he had a lawsuit against the other driver
and the other driver's company.  Mr. Evert was able to secure a settlement
after 8 long years.  While it wasn't millions, it was substantial by 1974
standards.  Enough so that my parents were going to buy the very restaurant
in which we were now eating our dessert.  HOLY SHIT!

I looked past my mother and saw Nathan clearing another table.  Shit, my
dad was going to be his new boss.  I'm the boss's son and between Nathan
and the kitchen guy I'll be known as the house cocksucker.  Oh fuck me I
thought.  Eventually they would.

The bigger news was that we were moving to the house behind the restaurant
(part of the purchase).  Knowing there would be long days starting their
own business, even if it were one which had been successful in the past was
going to require sacrifice.  Since the restaurant was about 45 minutes away
from our current home, neither wanted to travel that far especially after a
long night.  HOLY DOUBLE SHIT!

MOVING!  We were moving?!  What is going to happen with Dean?  What about
my friends?  And school?  I don't want to move.  FUCK!

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Ok, so not as short as I thought, though the last few
chapters were quite long.  This was difficult to type and I'll be icing my
shoulder for a while now so I hope you all enjoy it.

Please send me your comments, likes/dislikes, suggestions.
My email is: DeansBicha@gmail.com