Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2023 20:12:27 -0400 From: Dean Soarer Subject: Deans Bicha Chapter 57 Deans Bicha Chapter 57 This is my story, please do not post elsewhere. If it is illegal for you to be reading this, please stop. Finally, please remember to donate to Nifty. This has been far too long overdue, for which I regret deeply. Please let me know what you think of it. I hope it was worth the wait. This chapter will be a bit different from the others, it will be from Dean's perspective. Please let me know how you like it at DeansBicha@gmail.com I ended chapter 56 with Jamie having been forced by his father to run down to the Soarers house naked as part of his punishment for lying. After sucking Dale, Dean, and their two cousins who have now left, Dale "accidentally" mentioned how Dean and Jeff sucked each others dicks. Chapter 57. Monday Evening. (From Dean's Point of View) I could just kill Dale for opening his big mouth. Even though I promised Jeff, actually swore and crossed my heart, I wouldn't say anything to Bicha about what we did today I knew I would eventually tell Jamie, I just didn't want to do it now. I was more interested in everything that happened with the Genaro brothers this morning, his working at the farm with Raymond and Darin, and what actually made his father impose a total nudity rule. Things were working out as I had planned and I was quite pleased. I wonder if I could get him naked in school too. My mind drifted a bit as I considered the possibilities. Imagine a naked 13 year old boy walking the halls of the public junior high school among his peers. I was hard at the thought. Maybe if it were part of a school educational program. Of course I could probably only get that in sex education class which are always divided by sex and held during physical education classes. Sure, that will work the best actually because Jamie will be so embarrassed to stand in front of all the boys naked. His dick would be rock solid hard. OOH, What if he's ordered to give a demonstration on masturbation. Now that would be a humiliation beyond compare. I smiled as I day dreamed of a naked, totally hair free from the neck down, boned to the max Bicha was instructed to show his classmates the proper technique in wanking. WAIT! Not his class, but my incoming seventh grade class. That way I'll get to watch. Certainly kids in his ninth grade would already be doing it anyway. I'll offer up my mouth and ass to the seventh grade gym teacher and convince him to pick Jamie's name "randomly" to be a live model. Yes, that will work. If it's successful he might have to do it in front of the eighth grade boys too. What am I saying, IF? He'll be a major hit. Then only the ninth graders will be deprived the privilege of watching Bicha pleasure himself. Of course, once word spreads like wildfire exactly what happened the entire school will know, especially Richard Ruggles. He'll certainly assist in having Bicha give another demonstration to at least their gym class in the showers. Hmm. I bet with a bit of encouragement I could get his friend Robby to help out too. Between the two of them they might even force Bicha to give blowjobs to the older boys. Imagine the complete and utter devastation Bicha would suffer. Perfect. I was brought back to the present as Bicha was calling my name. "Mestre' what happened today? Tell me about you and Jeff." Putting my proposed plans on hold for a moment I looked at Bicha. Good heavens he is so beautiful. I'm so happy to have found him even though I missed my first Bicha. I got a bit sad thinking about how I hurt him. Papa was right, I was too young to have my own Bicha back then. While I loved all the cock and ball torture Jamie could take (which a part of him he seemed to like) I knew I wouldn't again cross the line from CBT to actual bodily harm. "Mestre'?" "Mmm, what?" "You keep drifting off. What are you thinking about?" Bicha asked me. I wasn't sure how to answer. Swallowing, I cleared my throat and nervously squeaked out, "Um. I was... I was just thinking about my first bicha." "What happened to him?" my sweet Bicha asked. Dale turned to me and in Portuguese asked, "Are you sure you want to go there?" "I'm sure," I replied. "You know he might stop being your bicha." I nodded, knowing that was certainly a possibilty. Jamie sat nervously watching us. "Do you really want to know?" I asked him. "Yes and No. I'm not sure. You don't have to tell me. I shouldn't have asked," Jamie rattled off more nervous than I was now that the subject had been brought up. "No, it's all right. I suppose you have the right to know. I screwed up. I got him when I was 10. Dale had his own, a kid named John. John took to his role fast. Kinda like you (we smiled at each other.) His younger brother, Joey, logically became mine. The only problem was, Joey didn't like being a bicha. I had to be really tough with him. He got punished a lot." I paused my story as I remembered the events. Seeing the trouble I was having Jamie moved over and put his arm around me. He stroked my chest as I contemplated what exactly to tell him, or more accurately how to tell him. He was so sweet (though definitely not innocent) and I was afraid I'd scare him off. "Dean, it's ok. Never mind if it's too hard to tell me." I noticed he called me Dean. I guess for this conversation a first name basis was appropriate. I took his hand in mine, looked into his eyes, and knew I had to confess. "No, I want you to know. I can promise you, what happened to him will NEVER happen to you. See, I was punishing him for disobeying me over something really stupid. Anyway, you know how I'm into ball torture? Well...". My voice trailed off. This was apparently more difficult for me to discuss than I thought. "Take a deep breath Dean and let it out slowly," Jamie told me as he leaned in and gently kissed my cheek. I did as he suggested while squeezing his hand tighter. He squeezed back. After a few moments, I continued. "So anyway, I tied up his balls and was hitting them with a wooden spoon. Joey was really screaming and crying. He begged me to stop, but I didn't. I guess I got carried away. I was too stupid. I gave him a really hard whack and he actually passed out. I left him there for a while until he woke up. By then his ball had really swollen up and was turning blue. We both got scared." I looked over at Jamie to gauge his reaction as he wiped his nose. I noticed a tear run down his face as I continued my tale. He moved closer and held me tight. Dale hugged me from the other side. At that moment I felt truly loved and their strength and support allowed me to finish. I cleared my throat and told the sad ending, "It seems that Joey's right ball got ruptured. Because I waited so long to get help, it had to be removed. Thankfully, the left one was ok so the doctor said he could still be a dad. Joey's parents were so upset with me they wanted nothing to do with our entire family. They lived next door to us and to avoid any further contact, Papa and Mama thought it best if we moved here." It was then I felt a huge weight being lifted from me. I had finally confessed. Then I burst into tears. I'm talking gushing flowing waterworks. Jamie and Dale hugged me from both sides as the three of us began to sob. Eventually we all calmed down. "Do you still want to be my Bicha? I swear I'll cut my own balls off before I let anything bad happen to you." Jamie leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. When I felt his tongue invade my mouth, I figured I had my answer. We sucked face for a minute than parted. Dale whispered into my ear, "Looks like you have your answer. But remember to always treat him right." We were sitting on my bed. Dale walked over to the other side of our room and began playing our Pong video game. [Author's Note: For those of you who remember these they were very basic games compared by today's standards but we had a blast playing them. More importantly, there were no guns and killing in them.] Jamie and I rolled around on the bed like two sex craved, horny boys because, well we were. Our lips never parted and we dueled our hot spit around with our tongues as far down each others throat as we could possibly get them. When Jamie was lying on top of me I pulled my mouth off of his long enough to whisper in his ear, "Make love to me, please." I couldn't tell if he was more shocked or more excited by my request from the look on his face. Either way, I wanted him buried deep in my hole. But first I needed to set the stage. Glancing at Dale I told him what I wanted to do. Dale quickly reminded me, "You don't have to start tonight. Papa told you to start slow." Looking over my shoulder I told him, "I figure the sooner Jamie learns what the payments are, the better. If he freaks out tonight, then I'll probably loose him. But, I need to know." "Ok. I'll help," Dale replied. "Thanks. Can you get the mounted cameras running and get close-ups with the hand-held camera?" I asked him. "Sure. Let me get everything turned on inside first. Make it look as if you two are just coming into the scene," Dale offered. At the doorway, Dale turned back and suggested we get "dressed" to make our entry. "Ok," I nodded. Looking back at Jamie I could see the confused look on his face. Speaking in Portuguese he didn't understand anything we had just said. I gently kissed him and said I wanted Dale to film us. Now this wasn't the first time (and it was far from being the last) we had captured our sex on camera. However, it would be the first time under professional lights and cameras. I wasn't too happy to put Jamie in this situation, but Papa had given me no choice. "Sure. You've got enough Polaroids and home movies already. What's one more?" He asked so innocently. "Come on," I said as I pulled him to his feet. Opening my dresser drawers I pulled out some clothes. "Here, put these on," I instructed him. "What for?" He asked with the most questioning look on his face I had ever seen. "Just go along with me, please." Shrugging his shoulders hd began to get dressed. Holding up a pair of my FOTL briefs the look on his face said it all. "I need us to look like two horny regular kids getting home from school. Just put them on. I'll explain later." He did, though they were very tight on him, which is why I gave him mine from last year instead of any of Dale's. They were fairly unused bright white with no holes, pee, or poop stains. He wore Dale's t-shirt and jeans so the legs wouldn't be too short. Socks and sneakers completed our outfits. Once dressed we waited until Dale called out he was ready, I took Jamie by the hand and led him inside the studio. He hadn't ever been in that part of our basement. This was Papa's area and Jamie and I would be spending a lot of time there in the near future as part of my "payment" for admitting being a homo, queer, faggot cocksucker. It was easy to read the expression on his face this time. Where before he had been surprised and excited at my sexual request, now he was truly shocked. All around there where bright, white lamps eliminating as many shadows as possible. Four cameras were mounted in each corner already recording our every movement. The "set" had been designed as a typical teenage boy's bedroom. Sports posters were on the walls and Dale and my dirty clothes were scattered about the floor. In the center of the room was the unmade, full sized bed. Knowing no sound was being recorded as music would be dubbed over most of the action, I softly told Jamie, "I want to remember this forever. Can you go along with it. Please." I hated not telling him the truth. I figured I'd tell him later that Papa would be distributing it. Maybe the $50.00 we'd each get paid would help. Hell, I'd give him my earnings too. "What's going on?" Jamie asked. "Please. Just go along with it." "Something's not right. All this equipment looks way too expensive just for your own home movies. Tell me what's going on." Busted. OK, Time to come clean. Holding my breathe and keeping my fingers crossed I explained, "It's part of my "payment" to Papa. He wants us to make a movie of us." "What?! Why? What's he do with it?" "You don't want to know." "Yes I do. Now tell me." When I hesitated Jamie said very clearly and in a stern voice, "Dean, tell me what's going on." "Papa will sell it," I said quietly. "Holy Shit!" "Even though I have to do this, Papa told me he'd give us $50.00 each. You can even have my share. That's a $100 dollars for doing something you know you want to do anyway." "I don't give a shit about the money! You've already whored me out before. Now you're turning me into a porn star. A GAY porn star too. Fuck!" "Listen Jamie, nobody is going to see this except some perverts who enjoy watching young boys get it on," I tried to rationalize. "But what if someone I know sees it? Or someone who knows my family?" "Don't panic. The films don't get distributed around here. Usually out on the west coast. The ones around here are from boys in other parts of the country. It makes it more difficult to trace anyone." I could see that helped eased his mind a tad. "Besides, even if someone who sees it knew you, he couldn't say anything otherwise he'd be admitting to watching kiddy porn." "Well, I guess that's true," Jamie replied. "So you'll do it?" I asked. "I'm not sure. It seems so, so... weird." "But kind of 'kinky' too. Wouldn't it be fun to watch us in a movie?" Maybe I could appeal to his wilder side. Smiling he just nodded. "Ok, then you want to continue?" Biting his lower lip, Jamie was still hesitant. I had to play my final card. I hated to do this but it looked as if I didn't have any choice. If he still said no and walked away, then that will be the end of it. Before I could do it, Dale came through, "Jamie. Papa wasn't happy with Dean admitting what he is, but he's accepting of it. Using bichas is acceptable, but being one is not. By doing this, Papa can justify in his mind Dean doing this stuff. I know it doesn't really make sense. The bottom line is: If you two don't do this on camera then your time as Dean's Bicha is over." Jamie's eyes practically fell out of his head as he exclaimed, "FUCK!" Standing in front of him while holding his hands I softly told him it was his decision. It was the longest minute of my life. Eventually, Jamie nodded 'yes'. I gave him the hugest bear hug ever. "Ok guys, walk back out and come in holding hands. You can get all 'lovie dovie' with each other and stand at the foot of the bed. Then start kissing and undressing each other. Jamie, you're going to be the top tonight. I'll give you directions as we film. You can say what you want, there is no sound. The microphones around the room will edit sound later for sexy moans and groans," Dale said as he went into 'director' mode. "And Jamie, try not to look at me or the cameras." "Seems like you've done this before," Jamie remarked. "Let's just say I'm no stranger on how this works," Dale responded. Jamie and I went back to our bedroom area of the basement to make our entrance. "Dean, I don't know if I can do this. What if I'm too nervous to get it up?" Smiling I laughed and asked him when that had ever happened. He smiled back but said he was soft at the moment. "Good. We want to be soft when we get naked then I'll suck you off first to get you hard. After that, we can move on to some fun stuff like you butt fucking me." "Stop or you'll make me hard again." "Shit, I am already. Do me a favor, give me a whack in the nuts to calm me down," I instructed him. He looked at me like I was crazy. Shrugging my shoulders I said, "Sometimes you got to do what you got to do." Turning to face him directly I spread my legs and said, "Go ahead." Jamie hesitated for a fraction of a second then backhanded my in the balls squarely. My knees automatically turned inward to protect my boys, though the damage had been done. Well kinda. I was still hard. Presenting myself I instructed, "Again." With a smile on his face this time I felt the force of his fist connect with an upper cut to my nuts. "Ugh," I cried out, "That should do it." "No, I think you need one more time," Jamie said as he was already turning me back for a third shot. Since he was holding my arms with his hands, this time he brought his right knee up into my crotch. Fuck that hurt. But it worked as I wasn't hard anymore. "Fucker. Enough. I'm soft." I said with what little air I still had in my lungs. "Yeah, but now I'm getting hard. That was fun," he said. Since I was still bent over I was in a perfect position to pay him back. WHAM! My fist slammed into his balls. Not expecting it he crumpled to the floor clutching his balls. Just then we heard Dale call out, "Come on in guys." I helped Jamie to his feet and with sore balls we held hands and walked into the studio. Jamie's eyes went immediately toward Dale who had us enter again. The second take was perfect. From there we needed little direction. Jamie and I kissed and undressed each other sensually. Dale came in for a close up of our junk pressing together. I had to hold Jamie's face so he didn't look at the camera. I whispered to him to moan and groan facially as I slid to my knees and engulfed his soft dick in my mouth. Jamie need not have worried about getting hard. Within 30 seconds he had a raging boner. He grabbed my head from both sides as I worked my mouth on his bare balls. God he was sexy. I heard Dale tell him to move his left hand so it wouldn't be in the way of the shot. Popping his hard rod back in my warm, wet mouth Jamie instinctively began pumping his hips. Reaching around I clutched his ass cheeks pulling him into my mouth faster and faster. I didn't want him to shoot off too quickly. I thought of his school mate Richard and knew he not only didn't have the length to be a porn star, he'd never last long enough either. I smiled at that thought as I worked my tongue around Jamie's dickhead. After a few minutes I pulled off and guided the two of us to the bed where we rolled around sucking face as our dicks ground together. A few times I noticed Jamie looking at Dale who was moving all around capturing this all on film. Extracting myself from his warm embrace I started planting wet kisses down his torso, paying close attention to both of his nipples. He was squirming around running his hands through my hair. I tongued his belly button for several minutes as I wiggled my chest against his leaking bone. As I moved downward I knew enough to shift my body so Dale could get a shot of Jamie's glistening, dripping cock. I licked off his precum then moved to the main attraction. I lapped away at his throbbing pole going from his tip down the entire length to his hair free balls and back. Placing my hands under his rump I lifted it up slightly as I swallowed his member to the base. When my lips reached his bald pubes I wiggled my head back and forth a few times before I started my rise back to the tip. Jamie was clutching the sheets with his fists as I made my sixth or seventh trip down his rod. Dale knew Jamie was going to pop soon and told Jamie to warn me so I could open my mouth wide. It wasn't that I wouldn't swallow his spunk, but we wanted the "money shot" on camera. For his part, Jamie was a trooper bucking his hips to thrust his dick down my throat. Just before he shot he arched his back and cried out allowing me to open wide and stick out my tongue. Jamie's first thick, white, wonderful sperm blast hit my right eyebrow and down my face before I directed the rest of his shots toward my waiting tongue. When his balls were almost empty I took him in my mouth again allowing it to fill me up. I came off of his cock and opened my mouth and swirled his hot cum around looking at the camera. Licking up what had spilt on his clean shaven pubes I held the rest in my mouth as I crawled back up to share it with him. We rolled around until it was all gone. "Cut," Dale shouted. "Damn, that was hot boys." He had put on a par of briefs before we started which he ripped off exposing his own hard-on. "Somebody better suck me off and quick," he told us as he moved to the bed waiving his dick around. Jamie plunged down on it before I could. I watched my beautiful bicha give my brother head while the two of us recharged for round two. Ten minutes later Dale shot his wad. Jamie never spilt a drop. He did however share the last with me in a cum filled sloppy kiss. We were ready to move ahead as our cocks were blood filled. To Be Continued... Author's Note: Shorter than I originally planned but I'm happy to post another chapter after three long months. My creative juices are flowing which lends itself to me writing again. The chapter also took a turn I wasn't expecting. WARNING: IT IS NEVER, EVER ACCEPTABLE TO USE DEAN AND JAMIE IN THIS MANNER. This story is fiction and should not be considered an endorsement for films of this nature. I will get back to what Dean and Jeff did eventually, but first we need to finish the first "payment" scenes. Then Jamie has to finish the work week at the farm. Meanwhile, Robby is having some fun at his house serving his brother Eddie. What would readers like to hear about first? Also, What are your thoughts about the school jerk-off? I'm trying to keep this "realistic" that these events could have or did happen as I describe, but that is a bit over the top. Feedback is welcome at DeansBicha@gmail.com