Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2024 21:29:50 -0500
From: Dean Soarer <deansbicha@gmail.com>
Subject: Deans BIcha chapter 62

Deans Bicha Chapter 62

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Before I get to our 'payment' days for Mr. Soarer, let me tell you what
happened the week before Christmas vacation.

The week after my gym class "performances" Dean along with the coach
arranged a day for Robby and me to be out "sick".  Marla was more than
happy to write me a note (my parents had ok'd that with the school at the
start of the year).  Donny drove me to school, naked with only socks and
sneakers, at 5:30 that morning, long before even the janitors opened the
buildings.  Coach met us and escorted me to the infamous tunnels.

School began at 7:45AM and I was getting nervous waiting.  Why in the world
did I have to be here so early?  Dean and Dale showed up around 6:00.
There was quite a bit of work which had to be done before we "opened for
business" such as putting up dividers with two holes at crotch height in
them to protect our identity.  It took about an hour and a half.  At 7:35,
Robby/bobby came walking down the tunnel.  He too was naked except socks
and sneakers.  Eddie, who had forged Mrs. Wilson's signature on his
absentee note drove him to school.  Luckily, Robby's parents never knew of
his cutting classes that day.  Phew.

I was surprised Robby came from the opposite end of the tunnel than the
rest of us.  Because he and Eddie couldn't leave until the regular time for
school bobby had to be snuck down out of sight from the rest of the student
body.  With the construction still ongoing, Eddie was able to park behind
the building across the street where no classes were being held presently.
Robby told me he was really worried about being spotted running from the
car to the back door of the vacant building naked.  Now I was glad Donny
brought me so early.  At the end of the day, we exited the same way.

We spent the entire school day behind a make shift partition sucking dicks
of anonymous junior high school boys, never knowing who they were, which
was both exciting and terrifying.

The school day was broken up into 8 class periods, and we sucked cocks for
6 of them.  Obviously, all 50 of the 9th graders were old enough to shoot.
Only 17 out of 56 eighth graders could.  Even less of the seventh graders
produced anything wet, 8 out of 46.  Regardless, bobby and I each managed
to suck 76 dicks that day.  An achievement of which we were both rather
proud.  He managed to 'win' because he swallowed 39 loads and I only got
36.  Since we didn't know who of the lower grades shot when we started
sucking, that was the deciding factor.

In the end, the breakdown by class period was as follows:

Period, Grade, total # boys, # I sucked, # cum loads I swallowed, # Robby
sucked, # loads he swallowed.  1st, 8th, 29, 14, 4, 15, 1 2nd, 7th, 26, 13,
0, 13, 2 3rd, 9th, 23, 12, 12, 11, 11 4th, No Class 5th, 7th, 20, 10, 2,
10, 4 6th, 8th, 27, 13, 4, 14, 8 7th, No Class 8th, 9th, 27, 14, 14, 13, 13

The ninth grade boys were not from Robby and my team.  They were from
others which meant I could have actually sucked off my best friend from 7th
and 8th grade, Glenn.  Luckily, he didn't have physical education that day
so I dodged that bullet.

However, there was another I was not so lucky to avoid.  By now you must
have formed an opinion of what kind of kid I was.  In truth while not very
athletic but one of the smarter kids in class, I still managed to make lots
of friends and was never really picked on as I have mentioned before.
Brian Tanner (who like me was in 9th grade) was not so lucky.  He was a
bigger nerd, geek, dork (take your pick) than I.  I don't know how many
friends he had, if any, which now that I think about it, was really sad.

The next day I questioned him quietly mentioning I had heard that something
happened during his class and did he know anything about it.  Rather
nervously he stumbled out 'no' but I continued questioning him.  What I
found out didn't make me happy to say the least.  Brian had gym 3rd period.
Shit.  There still would have been about a 50-50 chance of Robby sucking
him off instead of me except for one glaring fact: Brian was the only kid
in class with wild flaming red hair.  It didn't take a genius on my part to
put two and two together and deduce Brian had red pubes too.  I didn't
think too much about it at the time, but now that I could reflect upon it,
I remember seeing those bright red curly hairs surrounding his dick as it
came through the partition.  Shit, I had sucked Brian off, not Robby.

I guess I was rather picky because the thought didn't make me happy.  While
I may have been a 4 or 5 out of 10 in ranking kids by their looks in our
class, Brian was definitely no more than a one (Robby a 6 or 7).  While I
drooled over the kids like Louis and Greg who were 9 and 10, respectively,
no way would I have considered sucking the kids who were below even me.
(Our friend John was a 10+ in case you are wondering.)  Yet, as Robby said,
"A dick is a dick once it comes through that hole."  He was right, I didn't
think about how 'hot' the guy was who I sucked off.  I simply enjoyed
wrapping my lips around their hard steely flesh pipe.

What I've learned later in life is that no matter how old, fat, and
undesirable a once young, thin, and sexy boy becomes, his dick pretty much
remains the same.  Robby is 100% correct, 'A dick is a dick."  While I can
be regarded as a 'chicken hawk' nowadays preferring to suck only teenagers
(though that option isn't allowed until they become legal at 18 years old)
I have blown many guys whose body has expanded horizontally, sometimes even
having to turn my head sideways to reach them under their potbellies.  Just
close your eyes, wrap your lips around that flesh pipe, suck, and enjoy.


Wednesday - Christmas Day Christmas was super.  Mom and dad came home
Tuesday night and we went to my grandma's house (dad's mom) as we did every
year on Christmas Eve.  Christmas morning was a huge surprise as mom and
dad got Marla and me each a portable 13 inch black and white TV.  Wow!  Not
only that, they bought us a color console TV for the living room.  We were
shocked.  Christmas Day was at my mom's sister's house this year.  It was a
wonderful, relaxing day with family.  Even though I didn't see any of the
guys during those two days, I didn't miss the sex.


Thursday Bright and early Thursday morning Mr. Pierce was going to pick me
up.  Mr. Pierce had arranged it so my parents believed we (the Pierce
family, Robby, and I) were heading up north for some winter fun leaving
Thursday morning and returning Sunday.  In truth we never ventured further
than Eastford and stayed at Randolph's house.

While none of us skied, the pretense was we could hike, build campfires,
and play regular board games like Sorry, and Connect Four, etc... those
would be packed but remained in the truck the entire weekend.  After all,
we had much more interesting games to play.  Sex games.  And they would be
big by anyones standards.

My parents thought that the Soarers were away visiting relatives, but of
course they were an integral part of the weekend activities.  Matt and Jeff
couldn't come because their grandparents were visiting from out of state.

So the real purpose of our "trip" was to make another 'payment' for
Mr. Soarer.  This time, Dean, Robby, and I would be performing in front of
many cameras.  These films were going to be distributed abroad and had
bigger budgets which allowed more 'actors' to perform on screen, which
actually meant more sex for the three of us.  Wild and kinky sex too.

Mr. Pierce and Randolph picked me up first then we got Robby.  We had to be
dressed as Robby's mom was home and she told us "to have fun" as we drove
off.  Little did she know what kind of fun we were going to have.  No
sooner were we around the corner when he told the three of us to strip.  It
would be the last time we wore anything except our costumes until Sunday.

The Soarers met us at the Pierce house.  Robby and I got hopped out of the
truck, naked and boned already.  Mr. Soarer nodded at Dean and he quickly
undressed in the driveway.  For the next few days, he would be treated the
same as bobby and I were.  Dale smirked knowing what was going to happen to
his brother.  The scripts had been kept secret from us in order to make our
reactions as realistic as possible.  Dean, bobby, and I wouldn't have to
act much as our facial expressions would really be real.

First was a wild truck ride in broad daylight.  As Dale and Mr. Pierce
secured the camera in the truck, we three 'actors' had to get ready.  That
meant Dean had to look like bobby and me, hairless from the neck down.
Mr. Soarer captured it all on tape and would use the scene somewhere he
said.  Shaving equipment was provided and bobby and I began removing what
little body hair Dean had which was basically nothing more than his small
tufts of pubes.  Mr. Soarer had us shave his entire body for effect
anyways.  Of course, bobby and I had to re-shave as well.  That led into
the three of us sucking each other in a circle suck, which became a common
theme over the weekend.  So far it was quite a pleasant experience.  I just
hoped it lasted.

We were all kind of squished into Mr. Pierce's truck.  Dale sat between
Mr. Pierce and his father, the only one of us boys wearing any clothes.
Eze, Randolph, and Darius were sitting left to right in the back seat of
the truck cab.  That didn't leave room for Dean, bobby, and me to sit.
With no other options it was decided that the best and safest place for us
would be to sit on the Pierce boys' love sticks.  Robby plopped himself
down on Eze with, pardon the pun, ease.  I sank onto Randolph's bone, while
Darius practically shoved his dick up Dean's chute.

Great care had been taken to secure a movie camera to the middle of the
front seat which allowed Dale to film our joy rides.  Every bump in the
road forced the three big black cocks up our skinny, white asses.
Mr. Soarer directed the action and told us to groan and moan for sound.
Back in the day, most porno movies had cheap sound quality and canned music
playing over the action scenes.  This would not be much different.

Dale slowly worked the camera from left to right and back again capturing
our traveling fuck show.  Mr. Soarer made sure Dale got on film the passing
cars and scenery proving we were indeed on public streets.  Without the
technical electronic manipulations of today's movies, this was done LIVE.
At one stop light a big rig truck pulled along side of us, the driver
looking down seeing the action.  As Dean, bobby, and I bounced up and down
on the Pierce boys, there could be little doubt what was happening.  If
there was any question as to whether we were enjoying ourselves, one only
had to look at our three hard dicks flopping around.  The truck driver was
on my side and looked me directly in the eyes as he blasted his air horn
twice and smiled.  When the light turned green, Mr. Pierce quickly turned
down a side street in order to avoid being caught and/or followed.

When the final version was ready for distribution, Mr. S. had a preview.  I
was amazed at how professional it looked.

"Oh my god," Robby shouted, "that truck driver saw us."

"Yeah, but he saw MY face," I screamed back.

"Don't worry boys.  If he didn't like what he saw he wouldn't have blasted
his horn," Mr. S. told us.

By now we were near the K-Mart where I had streaked in the summer and I was
worried being so close to home.  No way did I want to be recognized.
Luckily, if anybody did, no word of our activities got back to our parents.

Actually, that entire shopping plaza was the site of many experiences.  By
late August, just before school started, Dean had bobby and me working a
glory hole at the auto parts store.  We usually just sucked guys off, but
bobby would more times than not follow that by drinking down a load of piss
if they didn't bolt immediately afterwards.

Author's Note: There will be a few Adult Scenes in this chapter, clearly
marked if you wish to skip over them.  I try to ensure you will not miss
anything major in the storyline if you don't read them.

********* ADULT SCENE *********

Today there would be no glory hole.  All of our escapes would be captured
on film.  Mr. Pierce pulled around the back of the auto parts store and
parked.  A naked 12 year old and two naked 14 year old boys were told to
get out.  Dale and Mr. S. unloaded another camera from the back of the
truck.  Mr. Pierce gave his boys some cash and told them to go hang out in
K-Mart and be back in about an hour.  Darius protested but Mr. Pierce sent
them away anyway.  I think he really wanted to protect his boys from the
possibility of them being used.  Randolph gave me a sad look over his
shoulder as Eze pulled him toward the other stores.  Mr. Pierce then went
to the backdoor and knocked three times.

Three employees exited with smiles on their faces.  Smiles which were
certainly much bigger after they had used us both orally and anally.  Two
looked as if they were mechanics, a black dude in his late 20s and a white
guy around 35.  Bobby and I orally serviced them, while Dean had to contend
with the overweight, greasy looking white dude who was easily in his 60s.

It was a tad nerve wracking performing in a parking lot in the middle of
the day.  Mr. Pierce stood in front of the door preventing anyone else from
coming outside.  Well, that was what I thought originally.  I heard
Mr. Pierce knock again this time signaling for three more guys to join us,
two who were probably high school students around 17 years old, one white
the other Hispanic.  I heard one say, "Hot Damn!" the other exclaimed,
"Holy Shit."  The third was a black guy in his 50s already unbuckling his
work trousers.

The black guy I was sucking pulled out then dragged me over to some 55
gallon oil drums lying on their side and pushed me over it.  The 35 year
old white guy did the same to bobby.  The 60 year old white guy took a fist
full of Dean's hair and pulled him over the barrel without ever letting his
dick escape from Dean's warm, wet mouth.

Our legs were kicked apart as the three now stood behind us.  The newcomers
approached our mouths, filling them quickly.  We were each getting spit
roasted in the back parking lot of an auto parts store during the middle of
the day while Dale and Mr. Soarer filmed everything.  Mr. Pierce continued
to stand guard, as if that were really needed.

I hit the jackpot as the 20 year old black guy was up my ass in seconds
with the Hispanic kid pounding my face.  The 35 year old white guy slammed
his dick up bobby's chute in an ass splitting move as the white kid didn't
stop until his pubes were tickling bobby's nose.  The 60 plus year old
white guy filled Dean's ass to the chocking sound Dean made attempting to
swallow the thick 9 inch black beauty of the 50 year old.

Robby and I couldn't watch at the time, but seeing the final product and
the way it was edited showed the disparity between Dean and his rapists'
ages.  It was unreal and a bit disturbing too because neither of them were
well built, hunks like Mr. Pierce.  They were overweight guys who looked
just plain greasy and dirty because they were.  Yuck.

After three ATMs were performed the same pairs began emptying their
bladders into our open mouths as we knelt in the parking lot.  It was at
this moment the Pierce brothers returned.  Mr. Soarer directed them to
unload too.  As we did in the truck fuck, Eze was with bobby (who couldn't
get enough of the golden nectar) , Randolph filled me (though I think he
held back some), and Dari sprayed his piss all over Dean.  We piled back in
Mr. Pierce's truck to our next adventure.

********* END ADULT SCENE *********

We returned to the Pierce house for some real food and drinks as it was
well after lunchtime now.  Before we were allowed to enter the house,
Mr. Pierce had Dari wash us off with the garden hose.  It was no surprise
he directed the powerful water mostly at our junk, even telling us to lift
our "useless dicks" so he could pound the jets into our balls.

Once inside Dean, bobby, and I had to act as waiters and served everyone.
Mr. Soarer crumbled up our food and placed it in a food processor turning
our sandwiches and chips into a disgusting mess.  Putting the clumps of
lunch into three bowls we were forced to eat it on our hands and knees like
dogs.  To add to the scene, Mr. S. put dog collars around our necks first.
And because every dog has a tail, three black butt plugs were stuffed up
our asses.  Of course they were modified to have long, curly tails attached
adding to the illusion.

If eating lunch like a dog wasn't bad enough, drinking water from a dog
bowl is even more difficult.  Humans, unlike dogs, don't have long enough
tongues.  Regardless, that didn't stop us from lapping it up.  Mr. Soarer
made us drink and drink and drink plenty of water.  We all knew what would
eventually happen to it, or should I say, where it was going to go.  The
Pierce boys and their father along with Dale and his dad drank lots too.
Soon everyone had to piss really badly.

On camera Eze, Randolph, and Dari relieved themselves in bobby's, mine, and
Dean's bowls, respectively.  Off camera Mr. Pierce added to bobby's, Dale
added to mine, and Mr. Soarer added to Dean's.  Once again, I thought I had
the least objectionable pee to swallow, that of Randolph and Dale.  Bobby
excitedly awaited licking up the yellow waste water from Eze and
Mr. Pierce.  Dean was left with not only Dari's piss, but that of his own
father.  Dale moved the camera in for close-ups of our tongues dipping into
the frothy, stale piss and slurping it up.

By now my own bladder was bursting.  By the way bobby and Dean were
squirming around it was apparent they too needed to empty themselves.
Moving to the backyard (we had been in the kitchen) the three collared pups
were told to sniff around to find the right spot.  That included smelling
each others junk and cracks.  This was so embarrassing, resulting in me
getting hard.  To make it appear that the other 'dogs' were just as horny,
the Pierce boys stroked their respective 'dog' off, but only to make them
hard, not cum.  After Dale zoomed in for some more shots we could lift our
legs and pee like the dogs we were, on each other.  Mr. S. said he would
have to dub over the sound of the Pierce boys laughing at us.

Our 'tails' were removed for the last portion of the scene.  Mr. Pierce
brought over a plate of stale, hardened brownies which had been rolled into
small golf ball sized pieces.  The Pierce boys once again worked with their
respective boy by shoving 3 or 4 in each of our asses.  A little spit
helped lubricate them for insertion.  Dean, bobby, and I were ordered to
"take a dump" by squatting on the ground.  In order to capture everything
on camera. We could only let one piece of "shit" drop at a time giving Dale
plenty of time to move from one disgusting dog to the next.

As I was hunched over crapping out a look-a-like turd I wondered if it
would look real.  Trust me when I tell you the final edited version indeed
looked authentic.  By the time we expelled the last piece of brownie it had
softened up from our body heat.  Man was it ever gross.

Now dogs don't use toilet paper but people need to do so.  Acting as
doggies that wasn't allowed.  So Mr. Soarer ordered Dean to do the next
best thing: lick bobby and my assholes clean.  Man I know I love getting
fucked more than fucking but when it comes to rimming, I'll be on the
receiving end any day.  Dean's expert tongue ate away all evidence of our
perversion while bobby and I licked each others faces with plenty of tongue
action of our own.  We couldn't actually kiss since dogs don't do that.

The grand finale of that scene was wildly gross.  Dean sniffed around our
"shit" before eating a piece of mine.  Fade to black.  Mr. Soarer told
Dean, "Be thankful I didn't make you dogs really take a shit.  But I
figured your bicha would object too much to make you do that."  Looking at
me he continued, "Isn't that right?"

"Yes sir," I responded.  Scat was past my limit and I wouldn't force Dean
or anyone else into a similar situation.  Well, maybe as a payback to
Richard or Huck I thought for a second.  No, not even them.

We had some quiet time the rest of the afternoon and had pizza for dinner
(our role playing as dogs was temporarily suspended while we ate).  As soon
as supper was cleaned up Dari was chomping at the bit to get some more
action though Mr. Pierce and Mr. Soarer said they still had some more
filming to be done.  Eze, Randolph, and Dari re-collared us and stuck our
tails back in place.  Leading us downstairs to the basement by leashes was
a bit difficult on all fours though we managed.

Now the basement of the Pierce home had been transformed earlier into what
appeared to be a dog kennel.  There were 10 pens set up, five on each side.
Six of the cages had real dogs in them.  My mind immediately thought of my
summer experience with 8 year old Michael Carr and his German Shepard,
King.  This had all the makings of a repeat performance.

The dogs appeared to be excited as Dean, bobby, and I were locked into our
own cage.  We were instructed to go around in circles as dogs do then lie
down.  It was not an easy task with a butt plug dog tail sticking out of
your rear end.

The Pierce boys gathered in a circle and quietly discussed what to do.  The
camera didn't pick up on what they said as it was already planned out what
was to happen.  A few minutes of 'debate' and they all smiled and high
fives each other as if they had just figured it out.

Opening our pens the three of us were forced over a long wooden bench.
Abruptly our tails were wrenched from our backside.  When Eze grabbed a
bottle from a shelf I knew the 'fun' was to begin.  It was the same type of
bottle Michael had used.  It contained some female hormones which drove
male dogs crazy.  Our holes and lips were coated in the stuff while the
real dogs began getting excited.

Randolph escorted a German Shepard with an 7 inch cock to me while Eze
presented bobby with a Great Dane whose 8 inch schlong was fully engorged
already.  Dari, who couldn't hide his smile, brought over a doberman with
an almost 10 inch dick to Dean.  One at a time we were mounted, with Dale
and his ever ready camera filming everything.

While I wasn't able to watch in great detail either Dean or bobby being
mounted at the time due to the German Shepard pounding my own hole,
watching it on film afterwards was amazing.  The size difference between 12
year old Dean and the massive Doberman was unbelievably erotic.  Despite
Mr. Soarer wanting it to look as if we were being brutally raped by the
dogs, bobby couldn't contain his smile experiencing his first, but not
last, taste of bestiality.

The hottest shot was when all three big dogs had swung their legs over us
and were positioned ass to ass as they tied their huge knots up our skinny
boy butts.  The Pierce boys took that opportunity to bring in three
Labrador dogs; one black, one brown, one yellow.  They were positioned in
front of us.  Dean with the black one, bobby the brown, and I with the
yellow.  Though we had to twist our heads a bit, we managed to suck doggie
dick.  We were being spit roasted by dogs.  It was wild!

Thankfully, for the sake of our strained necks, the Labs weren't allowed to
tie their knots in our throats.  All three did pump quite a bit of thin,
watery dog cum down our throats which was unfortunately unseen by the
camera.

Twenty minutes later the Labs were removed from our oral services while our
anal cavities were still being filled by the larger dogs.  I was the first
to be freed after 30 minutes followed by bobby at 35 minutes, then finally
Dean who was tied for over 45 minutes.

Dean, bobby, and I were then positioned over tall glasses and ordered to
release the spent dog sperm.  Dean and I knew what was going to happen
next, but poor Robby looked like he was going to be sick when we were told
to drink up.  Strange I thought, he's ok with swallowing piss but not dog's
cum out of his ass.  Despite Robby's reservation, bobby was a real trooper
and chugged his faster than either Dean or myself.  End Scene.

Dari was super pissed Mr. Pierce didn't allow him to fuck any of us that
night.  Poor Dari had to settle for getting sucked off.  We each took two
turns.  By then end, Dari's dick was so sore and his balls were completely
empty.  Eze, Randolph, and Dale got one from each of us too.  Our jaws were
tired and we all slept soundly that night.

Friday Mr. Soarer told us that today we would be shooting a German film.
This film was to be released in Europe and had a much larger budget
allowing more actors and crew.  There would be three German boys, who spoke
English but would pretend they did not in the film, working with us.  There
would even be two professional cameramen.  The Pierce boys and Dale would
get to watch, but not participate, other than to do some 'fluffing' if
needed.  When he explained to Dari that meant keep us hard when required
but not let us shoot, Dari wanted nothing to do with it.  Mr. Pierce said
he could just stay home.  Reluctantly, Dari decided he would rather see the
action take place live than wait for the final film version.

We all loaded into Mr. Pierce's truck and headed off.  I was shocked when
we got to our destination, so were bobby and Dean.  The first scene opened
in a locker room.  You guessed it, it was our junior high school locker
room.  The wrestling coach had arranged its use and watched all the action
but surprisingly did not take part all weekend.  For the rest of the year
whenever I went in there I was immediately reminded of our two days of
filming.

The script directed Dean, bobby, and me to head into the locker room
looking sad at having lost a soccer game.  Dean suggested he had a way for
us to feel better which led to a circle jerk then a circle suck.  Robby did
Dean, Dean did me, I did Robby.

Too caught up in our suck-fest, we didn't hear the other "team" waking in
and discovering us.  Three adorable German lads around our ages portrayed
the winning team.  I can only call them G1, G2, and G3 as I never learned
their names.  We were paired off in a triple suck-a-thon, me sucking G1,
bobby sucking G2, and Dean sucking G3.  From there we moved to the showers
where they fucked us.  Finally, as we laid on the shower room floor next to
one another, the three German boys stood over us and began peeing on our
faces.  Ordered to open our mouths we swallowed as much of their hot piss
as we could, the rest drenching our faces.  Artistically the scene ends as
the camera pans in to a close up of the excess urine swirling around the
drain, fade to black.

As with many sex films of the day (and even today) there doesn't need to be
much of a plot.  The next scene was that of the Germans tying our hands
behind our backs.  Rolling us over on our backs, they then proceed to wrap
some thin line around our ball bags.  Pulling us to our feet we our lead
through the locker room to the infamous tunnels.

I've mentioned the old tunnels under the school previously.  They were old
steam tunnels that went from building to building.  By December Robby had
been in them many times as a 'leader' with the wrestling team.  Turns out
they were a very private place for lots and lots of boy/boy and boy/man
sex.  Today they would see even more action.

As we were led into the tunnel I immediately noticed the large pulley
hanging from the rafters.  A long rope was draped over it with a small
metal clasp at one end.  I smiled knowing what was going to happen.
Mr. S. had us go back and enter again as I was to look 'scared' thus no
smiling.  - Back in the summer I first discovered one of the many talents
of Ian Archer (Matt and Jeff's cousin who is a bicha to Dean and Dale's
cousin in case you forgot).  I was initially shocked which eventually
turned into spell bounding fascination.  Since then, Dean, Dale, and Jeff
have been helping me practice the same unbelievable feat: hanging by my
balls.

Now I still wasn't ready to compete against Ian, who by now could hang
suspended in mid air by nothing other than a metal clasp secured to his
nuts strung up by his balls from a rope for a minute and 54 seconds.  But
what I could do for even longer was to pull myself up by a rope through a
pulley.  Each tug raised my boys higher and higher, one end I held onto
with my hands the other attached to my elongated sack, my gonads ultimately
bearing half my body weight.

Ian was correct about one thing: I had to be in the 'correct state of
mind'.  It was almost trance like as I watched my pelvis being lifted from
the floor as I pulled on the rope hand over hand.  Once my feet were off of
the ground I began to grunt with each pull.  My shoulders raising up
usually put me over the edge as my body and mind went into some other
dimension.  With my head still on the floor and tipped back, I could no
longer see the abuse I was self imposing on my balls.

One more pull on the rope and my head was now off the floor as well.  I
could now look and was amazed as I swung in the air by my precious orbs.  A
few more pulls and I lifted higher and higher off of the ground.  At the
beginning, Dale would be right underneath me to raise me up if the pressure
became too great.  That only happened twice, at the very beginning.  Now I
could last for almost 3 minutes.  We have been working little by little
that I go hands free.  Dean will hold the rope allowing me to remove my
hands for brief periods of time.  My best time so far is 48 seconds hands
free.  I can't wait until I can do a whole minute.  I don't know who will
be more proud, Dean or me.  - G2 and G3 forced me to the floor while G3
worked my balls thru the clasp.  Then G1 started pulling, G2 and G3 lifted
me by the shoulders.  When I was high enough off of the floor, the free end
of the rope was tied off.  I was now three feet above the ground suspended
by my balls and shoulders.  G2 and G3 stepped back and I hung suspended by
my balls.  G1 stepped between my outstretched legs and plunged his fat,
uncut cock in me.  I screamed out, not in pain as it may have appeared on
camera, but shear pleasure.  I rocked back and forth for maybe 20-30
seconds until G2 stepped behind me and supported my back against his chest.
For the most part my weight was no longer on my nuts.  With expert camera
angles a stool was positioned under my shoulders making it appear as if my
nuts were still supporting my entire body.

G1 fucked me for almost ten minutes.  It was heavenly.  To make the scene
'realistic' a good amount of tension was still on the rope pulling my baby
makers away from my body.  G1 sprayed his load over my stretched out balls
before G2 took his place.  Then G3 had a turn.  In the end, my hands were
untied and I fell back, swinging by my boys, nearly exhausted (at least on
camera) as the scene faded to black.  The Final Cut was super awesome.  It
totaling looked like I was hanging by my balls during the entire time I was
fucked by three hunky German teenagers.

Robby's scene was of course written especially for him and included one of
his favorite activities: Drinking Piss.  G1 and G2 double fucked him while
G3 plunged his fat, uncut cock down bobby's throat.  They switched
positions so bobby ended up getting DP'd three times.  In the end, all
three Germans stood over bobby and sprayed their loads directly into his
open mouth.  Then one by one each emptied his bladder into bobby's gaping
wide mouth.  I don't know if I have ever seen Robby/bobby so happy.  He
jerked off as his mouth was being filled to the brim with German Golden
Nectar from G3.  Fade to black.

Dean's scene was rather dark and scary if you ask me.  They literally
strung him up spread eagle hanging from the steam pipes in the tunnel.  His
tormentors added to his misery by attaching another rope around his balls
which they used to force his body to bend backwards exposing his chest,
stomach, genitals, and the front of his legs to repeated blows from leather
cat-of-nine tails whips.  Pulling the ball leash backwards between his legs
they then twisted his body in the other direction as his back, ass, balls
again, back of his legs, and even the bottom of his feet were then whipped.
Except for his head, I don't think there was one square inch of his body
which hadn't suffered from the cutting leather straps biting into his skin.

Eventually they cut Dean down then proceeded to fuck him over and over
again laughing the entire time.  Dean kept repeating "mehr" which is German
for 'more'.  I didn't notice it during filming but the leather whips used
on Dean were at some point switched out with ones made from soft cloth
resembling stiff leather.  Thus his brutal beating was staged for effect.
From what I saw it looked so believable and the actual film was so
realistic.  Don't get me wrong, he still suffered at the onset to get his
skin pink then red, though he wasn't in any real physical danger.

Day one of filming was "in the can" as they say.  That night three very
tired boys were allowed to get a good nights sleep after Dale rewarded each
of us with an expert blowjob.  Dari had pulled his cock so much during
taping he didn't even care that he got no action from us that night.

Saturday After lunch we were back at the junior high school again.
Scurrying into the building naked was easier the second day, though still
frightening.  Walking upstairs was un-nerving.  This time we were in the
main basketball gym.  This was much more open of an area and I felt much
more vulnerable and exposed.

For the rest of the school year, this gym building brought back memories of
this weekend.  I got hard almost instantly every time I had to be inside of
it.  It was rather hard (pun intended) to take a shower after physical
education with a raging boner.  I suffered through it and took a bit a
razing from the other kids, even though it was unspoken common knowledge of
my sucking abilities.  Robby didn't bone up as easily from embarrassment as
I did and his sucking wasn't known practically to all so he faired better
than I.

The three German boys were waiting for us with smiles on their faces and
roaring erections protruding from their thin soccer shorts, underneath
which they wore nothing.  Leading us to center court G1 explained what we
were to do.  Of course he spoke in German for his home audience.
Mr. Soarer told us what he was saying though he wanted us to look confused.
The German boys then had to 'act' out our instructions.  It was actually
pretty funny watching them.

Today we were racing each other.  Now I'm not taking about a foot race.
This was an ass fucking race.  A self ass fucking race at that.  Three
boards each with 4 butt plugs in increasing sizes had been set up for our
contest.  We were to straddle the board, lower ourselves on the first plug
six times before proceeding to the next one.  Our ass cheeks had to sit
down on the board completely in order for it to count.  G2 smacked his ass
up and down on the board in front of the second butt plug six times while
holding up six fingers.  We got the message loud and clear.

The first plug was an easily doable small 4 inch tall by 1 inch wide one,
the second a nice sized 6 x 2 inches, the third a hole filling 7.5 x 2.5
inches, the fourth was an ass splitting, whopping 10 inch tall by 3.5 inch
wide monster plug with bumps all over it for added pleasure.  Or pain
depending on your perspective.

With our hands clasped behind our heads, the three of us began squatting
over the first plug.  On the count of three we began our race.  It wasn't
really much of a contest as Dean had obviously been practicing.  He
finished sitting down six times and had moved to the second butt plug
before either bobby or I had sat down even three times.  Dean was on plunge
4 of 6 when bobby started on plug three, with me still needing two more
trips on plug two.

Needless to say, Dean won hands down.  Or should I say, asshole down.
Remaining sitting firmly with his hole filled by the monster plug Dean
waited and watched as bobby and I finished our tasks.  It was pretty cool
when the camera moved in for a close up of our three hard dicks pointing
northward as each of our boy pussy was filled to capacity.

Grabbing us by the shoulders, the German lads spun us around so we were
facing the end of the board.  They had stripped off their soccer uniforms
during our race and now presented three huge, uncut, dripping cocks to be
sucked.  For being 13 or 14 years old themselves, they each had larger than
life man sized equipment.  G3 counted out One, Two, Three and we began.

Rocking our bodies back and forth stimulated my prostate on the giant butt
plug on which I was still impaled.  I could hear bobby and Dean grunting as
they too worked over their love buttons.  I won by making G1 cum first,
bobby came in second, Dean finished in last place with G3, for which he
would pay a penalty.

The German boys pushed us back on the board, the huge plugs still lodged
securely up our asses.  The next thing I knew each was chewing wildly on
our tits.  If bobby and Dean were receiving the same treatment they were in
as much pain/pleasure as I was.  G1 was sucking, biting, nibbling at my
tender nubs alternating between the two.  When he was on the right one, he
was pinching the left with his fingers and vise versa.  For 20 minutes they
devoured our man breasts.  Pleasure eventually gave way to pain then back
to pleasure.  My head was thrashing side to side.  I wondered how long this
would continue.

I heard bobby cry out almost begging for it to end.  According to Robby
afterwards, he thinks G2 bit harder at that point.  Real tears flowed from
my cute friend's face.  Dean endured his torture silently as expected.  I
released a series of profanity to no avail.

When the Germans did stop the torture wasn't over.  From somewhere each had
a pair of spring loaded razor sharp nipple clamps.  I thought I would see
blood as G1 positioned the teeth over my extended right tit and released
the clamp.  He repeated the action on the left.  I howled and I heard bobby
doing the same.  Dean grunted but stoically endured.

We were unceremoniously lifted off the plugs into a standing position.
With our hands placed behind our heads a heavy chain was placed on the
clamps connecting the two from which an 8 ounce weight was then added.  My
screaming of, "OH FUCK!" I thought would be heard miles away.  Looking over
at bobby, his head hung and I thought for a moment he had actually passed
out.  When he thrust his head back up and screamed "AGGHHHH!" I knew he
hadn't.  Dean looked G3 in the eye and said, "Mehr."  G3 added another 8
ounces bring Dean's total to one pound.  I thought his nipple were going to
be ripped from his skinny chest they were stretched so far.

Mr. Soarer and the German producer debated what the next scenes would be.
There were several options.  In the end they decided to shoot them all and
decide afterwards which would make the final version.  They all did.

G1, G2, and G3 wrapped a hand around my, bobby's, and Dean's nuts,
respectively, pulling them tightly away from our skinny, hairless bodies.
With not too gentle tugs they led us to the smaller volleyball/gymnastics
gym downstairs but not before leading us through the entire building.
There wouldn't be one gym, bathroom, or classroom in the entire building
where we wouldn't remember this humiliation.

Walking through the door we were shocked.  The gym was filled with boys.
Of course Dale and the Pierce boys were there, along with Matt and Jeff
surprisingly.  Other in attendance were: Donny and Eddie; the Pierce
brothers' friends Tyshawn, Andre, and Mervin; the Soarer cousins Joey and
Paulie along with their bicha Ian.  And most unnerving watching was Robby
and my school friend and defender John.  Thankfully neither Richard, Huck
or anyone from the restaurant were present.

In addition to the 15 boys/young men I knew, there was almost double that
number I did not.  Turns out another 18 were from Dean and Dale's old
school in Eastford.  Mr. Soarer basically 'outed' his son to his former
school chums.  Also there were 10 more German boys who like G1, G2, and G3
were in the United States filming other explicit movies.

We were tied on some gymnastics equipment, this time on our backs.  G3
began cleaning Dean's dick with alcohol.  While that was being done,
Mr. Soarer came into the shot wearing a doctor's operating gown and mask.
Speaking in English (which would be dubbed in German for the final movie)
he explained the next scene: Dean was to be circumcised, without
anesthesia.

Our eyes nearly popped out of our heads.  The room full of boys all groaned
at the thought.  Dean screamed, "NO!" as Mr. Soarer approached with an
ominous looking piece of medical equipment.

Through his mask Mr. S asked Dean, "Nein?" (No?) as he picked up Dean's
limp dick bringing it closer and closer to the cold metal surgical device.

Dean began thrusting his head back and forth yelling out, "Nein, Papa.
Bitte (please).  Nein!"

Working Dean's now very shriveled dick inside the cold steel cutting tool
Mr. Soarer calmly said, "This is the ultimate price for being a bicha like
Jamie.  Only 'real' men deserve to keep their skin."  Gripping the handle
he was just about to squeeze it closed permanently depriving Dean of his
beautiful foreskin for the rest of his life.

"STOP!" I screamed out.  "Mr. Soarer, please don't do it.  I love his skin.
Dean is my Mestre', he's not a bicha like bobby and me.  We're bichas.  I
can't bear the thought of being responsible for him to lose a part of his
dick."  I began not sobbing, not crying, but hysterically lost all control.
The flood gate opened and my entire body heaved.  I was going to be sick if
Mr. S. carried out his threat.

Putting down the destructive tool Mr. Soarer turned to me and said, "You
did well Bicha.  I'm proud of you for defending your Mestre'."  Looking
back at Dean he continued, "You my son are very lucky to have such a
wonderful bicha."  Then to both of us he said, "This was a test, of which
you both passed.  I am truly proud of you boys."  Gently rubbing Dean's
face to comfort him Mr. S. continued, "I would never remove your foreskin
my son.  Though I think you should be more like James (Mr. Soarer's adult
bicha in case you have forgotten him.). Reaching into his lab coat pocket
Mr. Soarer produced a curved silver bar with little balls on each end.
"Well my son?  What do you think?"

"Ja, Danke.  (Yes, thank-you).  Danke papa," Dean replied softly as his
heart rate and pulse returned to normal.  How he remembered to speak in
German for the film I don't know.

I was a bit confused until Mr. Soarer explained to the room about his
bicha's Prince Albert Piercing.  More groans and gasps from the audience,
bobby and I included.  Dean would now be sporting a silver ring through the
end of his dick head.  We all watched in both horror and fascination as
Mr. Soarer pushed a hollow needle through the tip of Dean's dick and out
the bottom.  Dean grunted loudly but was otherwise ok.  Mr. Soarer threaded
the curved bar thru the hole then screwed on the other ball.  It was
beautiful, sexy, and I wanted one too.

"Mr. Soarer?" I asked, "Could I maybe..."

"You want one too Bicha?"

"Yes please."

"I think that can be arranged.  You will not be able to use your penis for
sexual activity for 4-6 weeks until it heals.  You'll have to be excused
from physical education during that time too. (I wound up sucking dick and
getting fucked many times during those 6 weeks, as if I wasn't going to
anyway.)

Putting my head back down and closing my eyes I said, "Do it."  Before I
had a change of heart, G1 began stroking away at my wilted dick.  I was
hard almost instantly.  Mr. Soarer allowed me one last cum (something Dean
was not so lucking in obtaining).  Randolph immediately came over and
gently nudged G1 away.  Swallowing my shaft to my bare pubic bone Randolph
proceeded to give me an awesome blowjob.  He didn't care that he was being
filmed or that he too had just 'outed' himself in front of 18 Eastford
classmates.  I loved him for that.

Mr. Soarer told Randolph he could lap up my seed, but he had to finish me
off with his hand for the 'money shot.'  I was so excited my first shot
landed on my chin, the rest covering my torso with the last few spurts
puddling around the base of my spent cock.  Randolph dragged his tongue
thru it all collecting my spunk in his mouth before feeding it back to me
as our tongues dueled over the precious boy juice.

Though I wanted to be sucking Randolph when the actual procedure was done,
Mr. Soarer was concerned about me biting down and injuring Randolph.
Instead, Randolph held my hand and caressed my face as we watched
Mr. Soarer fit me with an identical PA to Dean's.  It was surreal watching
the needle poke thru the piss slit of my dickhead and emerge from
underneath.

"What do you think son?" Mr. Soarer asked Dean.

"Jamie, it's beautiful.  Thank-you for doing this for me.  I can never
repay you."

"Man it looks terrific," bobby told me.

"Do you really think so little one?" Mr. Soarer asked bobby.

"Yeah, it's so cool," bobby answered.

"I can see it in your eyes.  You want one too?" Mr. Soarer asked.

Robby thought for a second or two, unsure if he wanted to commit to such a
drastic step.  A moment later bobby bit the corner of his lip and shook his
head yes.

"Robby, are you really sure," I asked him.

"No, but I want us all to be the same.  Do it, please," bobby begged.

Unlike Dean or myself, Robby/bobby couldn't watch.  With his eyes closed he
yelled out, "YEOW, fuck that hurts," as his cock was punctured.  When
Mr. Soarer told him to open his eyes, he did so slowly.  "Wow, I can't
believe this.  It looks...  Wow."  Robby/bobby was at a loss for words.  I
was not.

"Robby, you're the man.  It looks fucking fantastic.  I'm so happy you did
it."  Dean praised bobby too.

"Man, it stings.  When I get home I hope Robby doesn't regret it," bobby
said, causing us all to chuckle.

Randolph then voluntarily lied down on the other end of my bench.  Looking
at Mr. Soarer he boldly said, "My turn."

"Randolph, no!" I shouted.  "Really?"

"Yes.  I'm not going to be the only... queer boy... without one," he told
us.

However, before they could pierce Randolph Pierce, one item needed to be
addressed.  Though thrilled to include him, the German producer and
Mr. Soarer weren't quite sure how to incorporate Randolph into the movie at
this point.  They decide they would film him apart from us whenever
possible and maybe use those shots in another movie.  But first they knew
he should be as bald as the three of us.  Dari quickly volunteered to shave
him but was overruled.  With his arms tied over his head to the top of the
volleyball net, G1, G2, and G3 had the honors of removing every hair from
Randolph's body.

"Good job son," Mr. Pierce praised his middle child admiring the smooth,
flawless, almost 15 year old body.  Then Randolph joined our PA club.  The
silver ring contrasted beautifully off his freshly shaved mocha colored
skin.  Eventually he would change the ring to gold.

Dean, bobby, and I were released from our bindings and moved over to the
volleyball net where we were strung up along with Randolph for presentation
to the crowded group of boys.  Mr. Pierce handed Dari a set of nipple
clamps and weights to place on his older brother.  Randolph was just as
stoic as Dean had been.

Then the four of us stood shoulder to shoulder as the cameraman slowly
panned from left to right (Dean, me, bobby, and Randolph) getting close ups
of our newly pierced junk and weighted tits. The room exploded in applause.

Instead of three homos on film, with Randolph it was now four all lined up
in front of the volleyball net with our wrists tied above our heads.  By
now the nipple clamps had cut of all circulation to my nubs and I barely
felt them.  That was until G1, G2, G3, and now Dari (working on Randolph)
connected our newly installed PA rings to our nipple chains after removing
the weights.  Due to the pain of the PA, we all needed fluffing up to make
us fully hard.  I wasn't sure why because the chains from our nips to
dickhead was keeping our sacks free for our next bit of 'fun.'

I was most concerned for bobby and Randolph when I saw what it was,
electric shocks.  Unlike the cattle prod which Dean had used many times on
me, the device used to fry our nuts today was a thin pencil like instrument
which actually produced a spark visible from its tip to our balls.  Held
about an inch from our skin, the spark jumped from the metal rod to our
sacks with a crackling sound.  There was no acting on our part as our
anguished screams were real.  A dozen zaps later they stopped.  Dari looked
so happy to be included in his brother's torture that he didn't realize he
was now going to be on a gay teen movie too.

Next was a massive bukkake.  Four newly pierced boys were forced down on
the floor as a group of some 42 horny teenagers evenly split up among us
and wanked their dicks.  Cum rained down on our faces, some boys shoving
their cocks in our mouths so we could lick them clean.  Caught up in the
moment, nobody seemed to care or realize that they were taking part of and
be in a sex movie.  In truth the German cameramen did an excellent job of
not showing anyones face.

With our faces covered in boy slime, we lined up facing our audience again.
Mr. Soarer said it was time to remove the nipple clamps.  Finally I
thought.  He warned the pain might be extreme and he wasn't lying.  G1, G2,
G3, and Dari had the honors to remove them.  Luckily for Randolph, his had
just been placed on so he suffered very little.  The same could not be said
for Dean, bobby, and me as we screamed out as blood rushed back into our
tortured tits.  The Germans and Dari rubbed our extremely sensitive nubs
causing more pain as the feeling returned.

Mr. Soarer directed the four fags to place our dick rings together in a
semi circle.  The scene ends with a close up of them reflecting the light.
Fade to Black.

The room full of boys began congratulating us.  Soon the German producer
brought in tons of grinders, chips, and drinks.  We ate and mingled with
everyone, still naked and unashamed at what we had done.  It was a blast.
I got embarrassed when John said he couldn't believe what Robby and I had
done today, though he said we looked 'hot' with all the drying ball batter
on our faces.  He stroked our cock and played with our rings too.

Donny was so proud he couldn't wait for me to show Marla.  The boys from
Eastford thought Dean was so brave.  Many patted Randolph on the back for
joining us, which was quite the relief to Dari now that Randolph's secret
was known.

Eventually the impromptu party ended as the boys started to leave.  That
left us and all thirteen of the German boys who were super horny if their
hard ons were any indication.  For a moment I thought the four of us were
going to be gang banged by them.  Instead, they (including G1, G2, and G3)
had an amazing group orgy.  Dean, bobby, Randolph, and I had to sit out as
we weren't able to have sex until our piercings healed.  Dale, Eze, and
Dari watched too though they stroked their cocks though the entire filming.
The German group would be part of another movie and I was super happy just
to watch it.

Half way though the German orgy, Mr. Pierce whispered something to Dari.
He shook his head no until Mr. Pierce whispered something else.  I could
see a smile spread across both of their faces as Dari nodded yes this time.
Except for Dean who was paying off his debt to his father, Robby, Randolph,
and I (plus Dale) were getting paid $200 for the weekend.  Actually, Eze
and Dari were getting $100 for yesterday.  Mr. Pierce was offering him
another $100 if he joined the German boys today.  Poor Dari had no idea to
what he just agreed.

The long and short of it was poor Dari received a gang bang from 13 horny
and hung 14 to 17 year old German teenage boys.  No amount of pleading on
his part slowed the action.  Darius was repeatedly and continuously spit
roasted for over an hour by everyone before two 17 year old Germans ended
the scene by double penetrating his skinny brown, 12 year old ass while a
16 year old face fucked an exhausted Dari.  Man it was hot.  Dari sure
earned that 100 bucks.

After another rest and something more to eat and drink (Dari slept) the
action returned to the locker room.  The German boys hung around to watch.
Tied down on the gym benches in front of our respective assigned lockers
(which would be a constant reminder of what occurred each PE class) we
awaited our next 'challenge".  Randolph was in front of Richard's locker.

The German producer swabbed out balls with alcohol cotton balls.  Then to
our shock explained what he was going to do.  Opening a briefcase looking
satchel he pulled out a long hypodermic needle.  I couldn't see the others
but I heard them groan above my own whimpers.

"Boys," he said in his thick accent, "We are going to give you some man
sized balls.  This is sterile saline which I am going to inject into your
balls so they expand to huge proportions."  Without being scripted the four
of us started pleading for him not to do it.  Our begging fell on deaf
ears.

"Oh boys, I am sorry.  Let me clarify.  Not your actual balls, but your
sacks.  They will stretch and stretch giving you the appearance of having
softball sized bags.  Maybe even bigger if all goes well.  It is possible
to achieve grapefruit sized scrotums in some cases.  Shall we begin."  He
wasn't asking but telling us.

And so it began.  The initial needle penetration wasn't that bad.  It felt
nothing more than a normal shot in the arm, except it was in my ball bag.
The eerie feeling was the warm saline filling my nut sack.  An IV of
sterile saline solution hung above our outstretched legs with a tube
connected to the underside of our balls.  The drip would take about an hour
so we weren't able to watch them inflate in real life.

However, with the use of a rudimentary time lapse photography of the day,
the exponential growth of our ball bags was amazing to watch in the final
movie.  My balls were actually getting quite comfortable being surrounded
by the saline, though there was a pressure which felt as if someone was
lightly gripping them in a warm hand.

Dean was determined to take the entire liter bag.  Robby and I were ready
to tap out much sooner but Mr. Soarer wouldn't allow us to stop until we
had each taken at least 500 ml.  Randolph stoically said he'd take as much
as Dean.  Robby and I called out "uncle" which was our safety word at 800
ml.  We were now sporting grapefruit sized nuts about 5 inches in diameter.
Randolph remained silent as his bag continued growing.

Dean wasn't given the option to stop and endured the entire 1 liter bag of
saline solution expanding his sack to just over 6 inches wide.  On his
smaller frame it looked obscene.  Not that Robby and I didn't too, just not
to quite the same scale.  On Randolph's larger frame his 6 inch wide boy
bag was very impressive.

Before being disconnected from the IV drip bags, the nipple clamps were
reinstalled.  They hurt like a bitch and a half when reapplied to our
tender nubs.  Dari tightened the jaws ensuring they would not come loose.
I wanted to tell him that wasn't going to happen as the teeth had more than
a firm grip on our sensitive nubs before he twisted the screws.  If he went
any tighter with them I thought they'd draw blood.  Thankfully, he didn't
and they didn't.  With the chains once again clipped onto our PA piercing
we stood side by side showing off our huge scrotums.  Dale took many, many
closeups of our abused and modified bodies.

The producer dismissed the German boys after each one walked down the line
and gave the four of us a deep throat washing with their tongues.  In
addition to us four, they each kissed Darius much to his disgust and our
delight.  Not to be left out, Dale and Eze got 13 German goodbye kisses
too, all of which was captured on film and photos.

The day ended with us returning to the Pierce home.  Us four 'pierced' boys
fell asleep in Mr. Pierce's big bed shortly after getting home.  It had
been a wonderful and wild weekend.  Tomorrow we would return home from our
'trip'.  Our dicks were sore, but whatever was in Mrs. Soarer's healing
cream helped relieve the pain in our cocks.


Sunday Morning before returning home.  The sound of a car horn going off
woke us up around 9:30 the next morning.  It was the German producer and
his two cameramen.  There was to be one more shoot this morning.
Mr. Soarer examined our piercing saying they looked good.  He gave us
instructions on how to care for them properly until it was completely
healed.  Then we ate breakfast, seven nude teenagers and five dressed adult
males.  Mr. Soarer told us what today would entail as it had nothing to do
with the last two days of filming.  I think we were all quite surprised.

********* ADULT SCENE *********

Mr. Pierce and Mr. Soarer, wearing ski masks, began fucking Randolph and
Dean, respectively, who were lying next to each other with their wrists
tied to the headboard.  The boys had on sleep masks so they were unable to
see their fathers screwing his own son.

Eze, Dari, Dale, Robby, and I sat mesmerized as the action unfolded.  I had
seen Mr. Pierce in action before, experiencing it myself, but watching
Mr. Soarer go at it was plain disturbing.  He wasn't the hot stud like
Mr. Pierce.  What he lacked in physical attributes including a much smaller
dick size, he more than made up for in stamina.  He pounded Dean so hard
and long I actually got bored watching.  When he pulled out and shot his
load in Dean's open mouth then demanded an ATM I was amazed at the quantity
of his sperm.  Mr. Pierce did the same.

Randolph was released and bobby and I took his place, one on each side of
Dean.  Securing ankle restraints on us, our legs were pulled high and wide
to eye hooks in the ceiling.  Three gaping pink, winking holes were ready
to be filled.  Sticking his tongue in our gapping chutes, Mr. Pierce began
eating each of our asses.  We wiggled around wanting more, more of which we
would soon get.  With his almost 10 inch throbbing cock leaking pre,
Mr. Pierce rammed back into Dean's hole in one fast ass destroying move.
Dean's scream was neither rehearsed nor fake.  After a few minutes of
pounding my mestre' (who began to enjoy his raping) I wondered what
treatment bobby and I were going to be subjected.  I didn't have to wait
long.

With his left hand, Mr. Pierce began working one, then two, then three
fingers in bobby's hole.  He did the same to me with his right hand.  I
couldn't speak for bobby but I gripped the headboard with all my might and
hung on for dear life as Mr. Pierce's fourth finger wiggled its way joining
the first three stuffed up our asses.  Bobby moaned and I groaned.

Mr. Pierce continued ravaging Dean's butthole as he stretched bobby and me
with his fingers until he was able to achieve his ultimate goal, stuffing
his entire hand in our chutes.  I could feel Mr. Pierce curl his fingers
into a fist inside my once tight love tunnel.  Oh God.  For a few minutes
Mr. Pierce simply rotated his fists stretching our ass lips for the
eventual pounding they would endure.

Without warning, Mr. Pierce slammed his big black cock into Dean's hole at
the same moment he extracted his fists from bobby and me.  "Fuck" we both
yelled simultaneously.  Before either of us had time to process what had
just happened, Mr. Pierce pulled all but his dickhead from Dean as he
slammed his fists back inside the two gapping holes before him.

With alternating movements Mr. Pierce fucked Dean while fisting bobby and
me.  In with his dick, out with his fists, followed quickly by out with is
dick, in with his fists.  My knuckles were turning white as I held onto the
headboard.  This abuse continued for a good ten minutes or more, though by
the three young, dripping, throbbing newly pierced cocks on Dean, bobby,
and me, abuse may not have been an accurate description.

Wanting to prove just how perverse the three of us were, Mr. Soarer
insisted we empty our nuts while getting used.  Mr. Pierce began stroking
our prostates with his finger tips.  Whether from Mr. Pierce's expertise or
our horniness, all too soon two sets of hairless teenage balls started
working their magic.  The two camera guys moved in to capture our
humiliation as Dale was taking plenty of pictures with a very professional
camera.  My balls eventually exploded covering my stomach with copious
amounts of boy batter, bobby followed suit.  Though we shouldn't have cum
with our dicks not being healed, it did make for an excellent movie.

Now it was Dean's turn.  With bobby and I off the bed, Mr. Pierce began an
all out assault on Dean.  However, it was not with his almost 10 inch dick,
but with his right fist.  Dean's eyes went wide as Mr. Pierce continued
pushing past his wrist not stopping until his entire forearm up to his
elbow was buried in Dean's chute.  I think everyone was in shock.  The look
on Dean's face was literally out of this world.

What happened next took it to a whole new level.  Mr. Pierce started
working the fingers of his left hand inside Dean.  Pulling back his arm to
his wrist, Mr.Pierce somehow magically worked both his left and right hand
inside my Mestre'.  For a moment I thought Dean had stopped breathing.  I
think I had too.

Extracting his right hand Mr. Pierce began rabbit punching Dean's asshole
alternating hands, left-right-left-right.  I wondered if Dean would ever be
able to hold in his crap or was his hole going to remain open for the rest
of his life.  Luckily, young sphincter muscles are resilient.

Eventually, Mr. Pierce needed to blow his load.  Wanting the 'money shot'
on camera, Mr. Pierce removed hands from Dean's ass and whacked his cock
unloading over the gaping hole that was once Dean's asshole.  End scene.

PHEW, our depraved weekend was over.

********* END ADULT SCENE ************

Having been patient throughout most of this weekend's sexual activities,
Dale was rewarded and proceeded to fuck me while Eze fucked Randolph, and
Dari fucked bobby.  Dean recovered from his major ordeal.  Afterwards,
Mr. Pierce drove Robby and me home.  Our dickheads were still tender but
would survive.  What a wild and crazy weekend.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Well that was far wilder and longer than I originally
planned.  I'd really like to bring this story back to the simpler days of
bicha getting used by his neighbors and being humiliated often.  We will
return to Jamie working the farm in the summer next chapter.  He is in for
a real surprise.  Hint: It will be a small sample leading up to this
chapter.

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