Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2023 19:43:24 -0400 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha chapter 56 This story is based on my youth. The characters are real with names changed (albeit slightly). Sadly, the sexual portions are mostly fictional. Please do not post it anywhere or take credit for it. If it is illegal for whatever reason for you to be reading this, please stop. Lastly, remember all the wonderful wanks you had while on this site. Donate now. https://donate.nifty.org Comments/Suggestions welcomed at DeansBicha@gmail.com Deans Bicha Chapter 56 Jamie's week of working nude at the Mann farm continues. Monday Night after Dinner, Jamie is now naked for the remainder of the week as punishment for trying to get out of working and, more importantly, lying to his father about it. He's cleaning up the dishes all by himself, Marla and Donny are sitting at the table watching him. In his embarrassed state, he is of course hard, his dick pressed up against the cabinets to hide it. "Come on J, give that big boy some air," Donny encourages Jamie. "It's not like we haven't seen it before. Besides, you best get used to it otherwise it's going to be a really tough week," he quietly tells poor Jamie so the parents don't hear in the living room. When Jaime doesn't move Marla firmly says, "Step back, NOW." Reluctantly, Jamie steps back so his hard prick is pointing straight out. "Satisfied," he says sarcastically to the duo. "Very much," Donny grins back. "Just be glad we didn't have company over for dinner. Maybe tomorrow I'll invite a few friends over. I know Elaine and the girls would love to get another show," Marla teases. "Please don't," Jamie begs knowing full well she'll do as she pleases anyway. "We'll see bro, we'll see." Marla and Donny head out after saying goodbye to her parents. Just then the phone rings. Having finished washing the dishes, Jamie answered the kitchen wall phone. Dean was calling to remind Jamie he better find a way to go to the Soarer house to give Dean and Dale their daily blowjobs. "I can't come over. I'm being punished," Jamie honestly states. "Who's on the phone Jamie?" dad calls out from the living room having overheard the conversation. "It's Dean and Dale. They wanted to know how today went and wondered if I could come over. I said I was being punished and couldn't." "Tell them you'll be right down." "Dad!" Getting up off the sofa Dad walks into the kitchen to talk with Jamie. "There isn't any reason you can't go over their house. The more people who see you being punished the better. Maybe that will make you act more maturely." Jamie could hear Dean getting all excited on the phone. Knowing it was useless to argue, lest his week of nudity be extended, Jaime told Dean, "I'll be right down." Hanging up the phone Jamie turned around exposing his hard on. Shit! "Well, looks like you are either excited or embarrassed," his father chuckles nodding at Jamie's boner. Covering his hard rod with his arms, Jamie pleads, "Come on dad. Let me get dressed. I don't want to be running around all over like this. Today was bad enough. I had to work with the two from hands naked and they kept making cracks about it all day. They even made me take stuff to the roadside stand and Mrs. Mann saw me. It was horrible. Honest, I've learned my lesson. I won't run around naked again." Of course he knows Dean and Dale are going to make him be naked outside again anyway so his protests were more an act to show he didn't like being nude. Though his erection indicated otherwise. His father actually listened and Jamie thought maybe he had convinced his dad to allow him some clothes for a moment, until he heard dad say, "You should have thought of that this morning. Now GO." ******************************* I can't believe I'm heading out of the house, not only naked, but hard too, WITH parental permission. Or should I say, parental punishment. Dean warned me weeks ago he would make this happen and now it has. I know I should never underestimate him. I was about to head toward the backyard and go down through the relative safety of the cornfields when dad called out. "Jamison, I want you going on the street. No more going the back way." "What!? You got to be kidding me?" "No, I'm not. It's not much of a punishment if you aren't seen and embarrassed." Begrudgingly I ran down the driveway without even looking to see if any cars were driving past. My bad luck continued as a car slowly rounded the corner. In the back seat were two girls 8 and 10 along with a 12 year old boy. The father immediately stopped and honked the horn at me. Yelling out the window he wanted to know why I didn't have any clothes on. While I'm trying to explain, keeping my hands over my blood filled cock, my dad walks down the driveway to the road to explain the situation. The guy in the car laughs and says, "A dose of his own medicine. My father made me smoke a whole pack of cigarettes went he caught me smoking when I was a kid. Sick as a dog for two days." Looking back at me he sneers and says, "If you're going to learn a lesson about running around naked, you shouldn't be covering up boy." The implication is understood. One glance at my father who is nodding in approval and I reluctantly move my arms to my sides, exposing my bald boner. The kids are hanging out of the back window with huge smiles on their laughing faces. I hear one girl say, "Wow, look how it's sticking out like that." Turning to the boy she asks him, "Johnny, does your's get big like that too?" He turns bright red while pulling his head back inside the car. "Honey, don't embarrass your brother, that happens to all boys," the father explains. I can tell the boy is still uncomfortable, but I can also see he is creeping back to the window to continue gawking at me. Looking directly at my junk, the father asks me, "How old are you boy?" "Thirteen, sir," I mumble. "You certainly don't look it," the father says causing his 12 year old son to reappear out of the window. "Really?" the kid asks me. "Man, even I have hair down..." then he stopped realizing what he has just told his two younger sisters. He's even redder than before if possible. If I weren't so embarrassed myself I would have laughed at him. His sisters are looking at him now so I'm no longer the center of attention. Thank Goodness. My own dad takes that moment to turn the focus back on me by adding, "Well, he had hair `down there' but I shaved it off. Figured if he was going to act like a little boy he should look like one too. He'll stay that way until he starts behaving." Knowing Dean, I figured he'd get me in enough trouble that I might never have pubes again. In reality, it was a combination of Marla and Dean which ultimately prevented me from seeing any pubic hair until I was in college. I took a considerable amount of taunting my last year of junior high school when PE showers were mandatory. High School showers were not required, which made no sense to me as the older we got, the more we needed them after gym class. Luckily, Robby/bobby was in the same predicament so I only had to suffer through half of the abuse. "I might have to try that myself," the father says. "Better be good Johnny," he warns his son who is looking at me with daggers. If looks could kill. The girls begin giggling as Johnny crosses his arms and moves to the opposite side of the car, no longer wanting to be anywhere near here. "Good luck with his punishment," the driver says before they continue on their way. I don't even wait to see what if anything my dad is going to say. I take off running, my hard on bouncing in the breeze, as I make my way to the Soarer house. Running around back, I pound on the basement door. Dean opens it all smiles and says, "Sorry, we don't have visitors use the basement door. Go around and ring the front doorbell." Before I can process this, he shuts the door in my face. Crap. Standing on the front steps, my naked butt on display for two more passing cars, I ring the bell three times quickly. What felt like an eternity later, Dean opens the door and invites me inside, finally. Mr. and Mrs. Soarer are having coffee after supper watching the news. "Bicha, there was no need to ring the bell so frantically. That was just rude. Go back outside and do it properly this time," Mr. Soarer orders. Fuck me. Well, someone probably will, but not today as my butt hole is still tender from this weekend. Once outside I ring the doorbell just once and wait, and wait, and wait. Five minutes must have gone by and still nobody answers the door. Do I ring again or wait? This is a lose-lose situation I can feel it in my bones. Bones, not boner. If I were at someone else's house I'd ring again after only a short time. But Mr. S. just told me it was rude. Ok, upon reflection, ringing three times in a row was, but ringing a second time after waiting an appropriate time period isn't. I decide to go for broke and ring the bell a second time. Mrs. S. opens the door and gets me, "Oh hello Bicha. Did you want to see your Mestre'?" "Yes ma'am," I reply. "Hold on, I'll get him." Turning back inside she calls out, "Dean, your Bicha is here." I'm thinking `why can't I just come inside' when Dean comes to the door and smiles as he sees me standing on his front doorstep, naked and hard. "Hey Bicha. Did you want to come inside?" "Yes please." He opens the door and I hurry inside, finally. "That's much better Bicha. You must learn your manners," Mr. S. tells me. "Yes, sir." "Bet you never thought I could get you to run around naked, did you bicha?" Dean asks. "No, I didn't." "Well you better believe it when I tell you something. I could even get you to suck dick in front of your whole school. How would you like that?" My eyes bug out of my head. While Dean has subjected me to a lot of humiliating scenes, that would be way over the top. I plead, "Please Mestre', not that. I don't want to be `outed' at school." Now I should have been smart enough to know Dean picked up on the "at school" part. I would later regret those words. Laughing, Dean told me, "Don't worry bicha. You're not ready for that." I sighed in relief until he continued, "At least not now," causing everyone to laugh. "Dean, you need to check to see how bicha is healing," Mrs. S. said. "Yes, Mama," Dean said. Moments later I'm lying across the ottoman with my legs spread wide as Dean and Dale pull my ass cheeks apart. Mr. and Mrs. S. come over and begin poking fingers around my still sensitive hole. I moan as it isn't open for business just yet. Mrs. Soarer applies some more of her healing cream which tingles. She tells me my hole is "coming along nicely" and should be ready for action in a few more days. Just then the front doorbell rings. I nearly jump out of my skin. Mrs. Soarer orders me to get the door. I'm naked and boned in a neighbor's house about to open the front door to heaven only knows and the entire Soarer family is all smiles. They must know who it is. They must. They wouldn't have me expose myself to strangers, would they? Of course they would. Shit. I hope that it's somebody I know, but they would use the side door. Crap. Holding my breathe I swing the door open, my erections pointing out, as cousins Joe and Paulie and their mother are on the front stoop. Double Crap. "Come in," Mrs. S. offers. "Nice way to greet people bicha," Paulie tells me as he slaps my cock down causing it to bounce back up and hit my taut stomach. I would rather not be in front of another grown-up in this condition but there is nothing I can do about it. After a few minutes of small talk we boys are allowed to go downstairs. "So bicha, tell me about your day, from beginning to now. Don't leave out anything," Dean instructs me. The fucker knows about the Genaro brothers who even said they had spoken to Dean, so it's really for the benefit of the cousins. I go into detail about them taking my clothes and me sucking them off this morning. I tell how many times I sucked Raymond (4) and Darin (2) too. Everyone roared when I got to the part of Mrs. Mann and the farm stand. They thought I should work it myself and Dean says he will `work on it'. Wonderful I think. No doubt Dean will make that happen somehow. Fuck. "All this talk has me hard. Time to start sucking bicha," Dean orders me. In no time flat I give four blowjobs, Paulie, Joe, Dale, then Dean. "Good job bicha. By your dick it looks like you enjoyed that. Why don't you jerk off now," Dean orders me. "Can' we fuck him?" Paul asks. "NO, his hole is still too tender after the gang bang. He needs more time to recover. In a few days." Dean sternly tells his cousin. "Bummer," Paulie says dejectedly. "Wait! Maybe we can have a little fun with him though," Joe says. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" Dean asks. The four Soarer cousins huddle up and discuss some ideas to make it `more interesting'. I just know this will not be good for me. After some deliberation, Dean tells me my fate. "Ok Bicha, so we want to rub a load out of you, but we don't want you to enjoy it. So this is what is going to happen..." Ten minutes later I'm strapped to the horrible tilting board with my hands and feet securely spread out in an X position. My balls have been banded by a one inch wide leather strap pushing them to the bottom of my sack. As a `thank-you' for sucking their cocks, they will jerk me off. Each takes a turn for 30 seconds. My bound balls are bouncing up and down but otherwise this is quite pleasant. Knowing Dean I'm skeptical, there must be a catch. There is. After a second round by all four I can feel my balls churning up a load. Shit, they are going to edge me I think. Damn I hate that. Just let me cum. Oh if it were just that simple I'd be edged all night instead of what happened. For the start of the third round, Dean applies a small amount of Ben Gay to my junk. Shit my balls are on fire. Paulie stuffs one of his dirty socks in my mouth to prevent me from screaming too loudly as I thrash about from the searing pain. With gloved hands the four continue to wank my cock. Now my dick is burning up too. This continues for maybe 10 minutes until the effects of the Ben Gay begin to wear off. Tears running down my face prevent me from seeing what is next in store. Dean and Paulie (always the younger, more evil brothers) are holding something above and below my balls, which are still bound and sticking straight out. Through my tears I see they have dog hair brushes. Unlike human hair brushes with nylon bristles, these are made from metal with much sharper points. Dean wraps his free hand around my dick and begins pumping away, slowly. My nuts go up and down matching his pace, smashing into the dog brush. "Mmmmm!" I groaned while biting on Paulie's sweaty sweat sock, which I could have spit out but for which I was grateful to bite on. "You like that Bicha?" Dean asks. "Want me to go faster?" He increases his tempo. My balls are getting tenderized by the metal prongs of the dog brushes. Eventually, all four boys take turns whacking me off. Faster and faster they go, as my gonads are subjected to hundreds of pin pricks stabbing into my tender flesh. I'm in agony, Dean was right: NO way was I enjoying this, until I did. My body crossed over some pain/pleasure line and I wanted them to jerk me faster and faster. For a moment I wished Dean and Paulie would smash the dog brushes down on my balls. I was on the highest of highs. Suddenly, I felt as if my whole body was going to explode. Then my baby batter fired out of my dick with such force I was surprised Dean was able to catch as much as he did in the palm of his hand. Sweat had now replaced the tears running down my face. My breathing was deep and labored. OMG, what an orgasm. I may not have enjoyed the way it happened, but I sure loved the end result. Pulling the sock from my mouth, Dean held his cum covered hand to my mouth. I greedily licked up my spunk. Dale began undoing my wrist restraints. Once freed, I bent over to unbuckle they ankle straps. Had it not been for Dean holding onto me I would have collapsed. Dean gently led me over to his bed where I lied down until I caught my breathe. Paulie stood over me and exclaimed, "Holy smoke, look at his balls!" I wanted to see what the damage was but Dale pushed me back as I attempted to sit up. He told Dean to get a wet wash cloth. Just then the cousin's mom called down saying they were leaving. Joe and Paulie said their goodbyes and ran upstairs. A minute later Dean was back with the warm, wet cloth. Gently wiping down my balls I cringed a bit as he cleaned my nuts. There were a few tiny pin pricks of blood which healed quickly though the antiseptic Dean applied stung a tad. Otherwise, my boys would be fine. I didn't know if I wanted to repeat that abuse again, but I sure did enjoy the huge orgasm. A few minutes passed in silence then I asked, "So, what did you do today Mestre'?" "Not much, it kinda sucked," Dean answered. "Well, there was sucking involved," Dale snickered. I was confused. Without me around, who did the sucking? Sure, I had seen Dean and Dale suck each other, and on the rare occasion Dean sucked me, but this sounded like different. "What?" I asked. Dean glanced nervously at Dale. Mmm, seems the tables were turned. Dean didn't want me know whatever took place though Dale seemed like he couldn't wait to spill the beans. Dean said something in Portuguese to his brother. They discussed it between themselves for a few minutes then I saw Dean nod. This was BIG! Dale apparently was going to get Dean to admit something. "Listen bicha, what I'm about to tell you, you can't say anything about it to anyone. Understand? If you do, I'll beat your balls so badly you'll never cum again. Do you follow me?" "Yes Mestre' I promise." Forget BIG, this must be HUGE!!! Today Jeff came over and we... I got him to... Well, we sorta..." I had never seen Dean so nervous. Did he and Jeff do something? OMG! "Just tell him," Dale said. "Jeff and I sucked each other off," Dean blurted out. WHAT?! Jeff Archer sucked Dean Soarer's dick! Amazing. Author's Note: I can't keep apologizing for the delays during the summer, so I won't specifically. Please know it is implied. This chapter is shorter than most because I wanted to post something. Jeff and Dean sucking each other off? Wow. As to the rest of Jamie's work week, the Genaro brothers will play an important role next chapter and there will be big consequences. Please send ideas/suggestions to DeansBicha@gmail.com