I have been reading stories for several years, and I thought I'd try writing one, so this is my first attempt. It's based a lot on my youth with respect to people (names changed) and places and even some events, though most of the sexual situations are fiction. If you are under legal age to read, or in an area which prevents this, please leave now. Remember this was the mid 1970s and HIV wasn't a thing. Play safe today.
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Dean's Bicha Twelve 12 Tuesday After School
Right now I had to get down to Dean and Dale's house. Dashing to my room I grab the shorts I had on yesterday and pull them on. What is that? Having crushed nuts last night I never felt whatever is stuck in the back pocket. Reaching in I pull out some bills. $13.00, a ten and 3 singles. Dean paid me! Holy Fuck!
I stood there in shock. He called me all sorts of degrading names and just about flattened my balls when I had asked for half of the money. Why did he give it to me I wondered. Should I thank him? This was a lose-lose situation. Not thanking him and I'd get punished. Thanking him and I'd get punished. Fuck, he probably figured he could bust my balls either way.
Shit! Look at the time. I dressed in my usual attire of t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers only and arrived at their house after they did. Walking from the cornfields through the backyard I could see Dean waiting at the door for me and he looked pissed. Damn. I'm going to be punished for being late too.
"'Bout time you showed up. You're supposed to be here when we get home bicha. Now get undressed and get in here," he barked at me. When I was naked he ordered me to place my hands behind my head.
Wham! He connected with a fist to my balls. "Don't be late again."
"Aagghhh," I groaned bending over and clutching my sore gonads.
"Stand back up." Wham! A second punch. My knees buckled but I managed to keep my hands behind my head.
"That's for wearing underwear today."
Wham! A third shot harder than the first two had me dropping to my knees holding my aching nuts. "Two for breaking Rule #1."
"Please, no more," I cried. I noticed Dale behind his brother kinda of cringing maybe feeling badly for me. He definitely wasn't as sadistic as Dean.
"Ok. We don't have time for our blowjobs right now. Mama is taking us shopping for some things including some replacement underwear for you. You come back after dinner and you can suck our dicks then and I'll give you your new briefs."
I was glad he would be giving me some underwear because I couldn't wear Robby's FOTL briefs when mom had bought my Haynes. I desperately needed my underwear back so I stupidly asked, "Why I do need new ones? Can't I just have the ones my mom bought me?"
Wham! Why won't I learn to just keep my mouth shut. If Dean is going to buy me new underwear after stealing all of mine, then who am I to question it. A fourth blow to my sack had my boys screaming in pain. I would surely need to ice them tonight. Still holding my balls, I stood back up at Dean's instruction.
"You'll never learn will you?" he smirked. Then he went to the phone and made a call.
"Hello, Jeff? This is Dean. Yeah, good. I'm going to send the bicha down to suck you. Hahaha. No, we have to head out but it's coming back after dinner to do us then. Listen, it was late getting here, so I'm sending the fag down with a surprise for you. No, I'm not telling. You'll see when it gets there. Bicha should be punished for being late. Yeah, a few should do it. Did you get everything I told you? Good. What's that? Hahaha. Sure, sounds ok to me, go for it. Alright, see you tomorrow." He hung up and turned back to me.
From his conversation, I figured my nuts were in store for a few more punches. Great. And it sounded like Jeff had some other idea up his sleeve too. Fantastic.
"Alright, leave your clothes here. Run down to Jeff's. He'll meet you behind the cornfields in back of his house. Remember, do what he tell you as if it were me or Dale. Come back here after dinner to suck our cocks. Now go."
I just turned and headed out the back door with my sneakers in my hand. Thankfully, Dean didn't make me go barefoot.
Running down to Matt and Jeff's house, I began to get hard. I really didn't like running around at this end of the street without my clothes easily accessible because there were too many younger kids around. Though my cock apparently did. By the time I got there Jeff was waiting with a bag in his hands grinning at me and my boner .
"Oh my god, what a nice surprise. You came all the way down here naked! You are one sick bicha boy. Look at you all hard and excited to suck me off. Well, get started," he instructed me dropping his stuff on the ground.
Kneeling down in front of him I waited for him to open his shorts.
"Well, take it out and get started."
This was a first. Usually they either got naked or pulled down their own shorts and underwear. Reaching up with shaking hands I took hold of his shorts and pulled them down revealing his very worn, dingy, and stretched out generic store brand briefs. He stopped me from lowering them and told me to kiss his cock through his underwear. I leaned toward him and slowly began giving his cock and balls kisses over his briefs. As Jeff became more excited his dick pushed out the right leg opening and emerged from its confines.
"Ok, enough. You can pull down my underwear now. But with your teeth bicha. HAHAHA," he laughed.
I bit the pouch of his briefs and pulled down and out. I figured if he wanted to embarrass me I was going to try and ruin his underwear, hoping they would rip apart. When I heard them tear a little, he just laughed more and exclaimed, "Wow, you really can't wait to suck me can you bicha?" Somehow he managed to humiliate me more despite him still being dry.
With more conviction I managed to lower them to his thighs using my teeth. I don't know if it was from being mad at him or pure desire to suck him off which allowed me to accomplish my goal. His hard cock was pointing straight at me. I opened my mouth and took him in all the way to his bare pubes.
I still wasn't too sure about all this bicha stuff Dean had going on, but I did enjoy the end result of sucking their dicks and it showed as mine pointed skyward which Jeff noticed, "Looks like you're enjoying it too."
"Ahhhh, that feels soooo good. Keep sucking bicha," he commanded.
With one hand on his leg for balance, I reached up and played with his balls with the other which he seemed to enjoy very much. He was learning to control himself more because it took about 6 minutes for him to have his dry cum.
"Stand up. Hands behind your head." Here it comes I thought. Brace yourself.
Bam! A closed fisted punch to my balls. There was no way I could prepare for such a vicious hit. I was rolling around the ground clenching my poor nuts. After today, I didn't know if they'd work again. Jeff proceeded to kneel down next to me and delivered three more rapid fired punches. Thankfully, they were not quite as hard as the first.
"I guess you've learned not to be late again. Isn't that right bicha?" He spit out at me. Jeff was becoming as mean as Dean and right now there was no safety valve of Dale around. Heaven help my poor balls now that they have had eight punches today alone.
Jeff had me stand back up. Reaching into his paper bag, he pulled out some twine and took hold of my sack stretching downward pulling my balls to the bottom.
"Ouch. Please, stop. That really hurts," I begged.
Jeff didn't say a word as he wrapped the twine around my nuts holding them to the bottom of my sack. When they were nice and tight, he pulled out about a dozen fishing weights all tied together. He attached them to the remaining twine and let them drop.
"Ooohhh," I cried out as about a pound of weights elongated my ball bag.
"Ok, jerk off," he commanded. With my nuts pulled down and all of the punches they had received I didn't know if I was capable of producing a load. My dick hard gone soft from his punches and the pain of the weights. I began to pump it up which only increased the pressure to my nads. When I was fully erect, I started to enjoy the ball tugging and was soon in full beat off motion. I no longer had to be told to catch my cum in my hand and lick it up. I did it automatically, which Jeff really loved.
Now that I was done, Jeff instructed me to put my hands on my head. I was to WALK back to my house without touching the weights. He was going to watch me all the way, pulling out some binoculars from his bag. Boy, he certainly came prepared. He told me when I got to my house I was to turn back to him so he could watch me untie the twine.
I made it back but each step was agonizing to my balls as I was no longer horny having been made to shoot. I couldn't run as he said to walk. When I got to my house I turned back as instructed and I could see him looking at me through his binoculars. I tried to untie the twine but he had put in too many little knots and I couldn't get them undone. When I looked back at him once more, he was gone.
I went inside to cut the twine and end the torment to my aching nuts doing two things which were stupid. First, I didn't hold the weights up leaving them still hanging torturing my balls longer than necessary. Second, I didn't stop at Dale and Dean's house to retrieve my clothes. Well, I could get them after dinner anyway.
By the time my nuts were free, I had some serious red rope like burns on them. I soothed them with some hand lotion of my moms and got dressed. I went into the kitchen and grabbed some ice cubes and held them in a washcloth to my abused balls. Ahhh, that felt so good.
Tuesday Evening After dinner, I asked permission to go to Dean and Dale's house for a while. Since I was spending so much time there already, it was no problem. I didn't know if I wanted to be denied which would get me out from a night of torture or not. Though I'd definitely be punished by Dean for missing so it was better that I was allowed. Running down the fields to their house I quickly undressed and knocked on the basement door half hard.
Dale opened the door and smiled at me saying, "getting happy to see us?" As he looked at my growing erection. He reached out and grabbed my dick and pulled me into the rec room by it. "Bicha is here," he announced to his brother.
"Great. I need to bust a nut. And soon," Dean replied.
Both bothers were dressed only in their briefs so it took only seconds for them to be naked too. Dale said he was going first tonight, which was rather surprising that he took charge like that, but Dean didn't question him. Pushing me to my knees, Dale flopped down on the sofa, grabbed my head, and brought it to his crotch. Opening my mouth I engulfed his dick and began tonight's blowjob.
Two minutes later Dale held my head so that my nose was buried in his pubic hairs ensuring I had his entire cock in my mouth and began to stand up. Moving in such a way that his dick never left the warm recesses of my mouth, Dale pushed my onto the sofa straddling my head and began and all out assault on my face. I was face fucked like never before. His groin was smashing into my nose ramming his cock as deep into me as was humanly possible. Tears formed in my eyes from the onslaught.
"Yes, take this you bicha bitch. You're such a fag. Here it comes," he bellowed as he fired 2 shots into my mouth then pulled out spraying the remaining spunk across my face. When he came down from his orgasm, he smiled at me and rubbed his baby makers all around my face with the tip of his cock before having me lick it clean. "See if you can do better than that little bro," he said to Dean as he dismounted me.
"Way to go!" Dean exclaimed as he was already pushing me back to begin his face fuck. Being younger and having a shorter dick didn't discourage Dean in the least. What he lacked in size right now, he more than made up for in evilness. "Open wide," he commanded holding his hard cock to me.
When I didn't open wide enough for his satisfaction, he reached back grabbing my sore balls and squeezed. That was all the encouragement I needed after the abuse they took earlier in the day. He stuffed his entire package, dick and balls into my mouth somehow. "Quick, get a picture of this," he told Dale who quickly did so. How humiliating swallowing his junk and with his grabbing my stuff, I was hard as nails too. Of course, even without him touching me I would have been erect. After all, I was getting to suck their dicks and that made me extremely horny.
After several pictures of my mouth swallowing his entire family jewels Dean extracted his nuts and began a furious face fuck on me trying to out perform his brother, which in my opinion he succeeded. He too only allowed me to swallow the first few shots. As he pulled out to give me my second facial of the night, their mom opened the basement door and called us upstairs.
Jumping up, Dale and Dean quickly scrambled into their briefs and headed for the stairs. Dean glanced back over his shoulder and told me to follow them. I was expected to go upstairs naked, and with a boner too!
I walked zombie like up the stairs, my hard dick pointing the way. I can't believe I'm going to see his parents naked and with an erection. Dean waited for me at the top of the stairs and grabs my cock and pulls me into the living room by it. I'm staring down at the floor, too embarrassed to look at Mr. and Mrs. Soarer.
This is the first time Mr. Soarer has really seen me naked. He tells me to come over and turns me around several times examining me from head to toe. With my back to him, he bends me over so my butt is fully exposed. Grabbing my ankles as instructed, Mr. Soarer places his hands on my butt cheeks and spreads them to see my hole pucker open and closed several times.
My face is scarlet red yet my boner is poking me in the belly. He circles the tip of his finger around my rosebud gently. I'm actually enjoying this until he suddenly pokes the tip of his finger into my hole ever so slightly. He holds me down as I react by trying to straighten up. He holds his other hand on my back rubbing it as his index finger wiggles around the entrance to my hole.
Just as I was beginning to feel dizzy and light headed, whether from bending over or the sensation of his probing finger I don't know, he removes his hands and tells me to turn back to face him. My cock is red and just about ready to explode.
"Looks like you enjoyed that bicha," he tells me as we both notice my throbbing dick. Open your mouth he instructs. He then shoves the very finger that was in my hole in my mouth. I'm totally disgusted and grimace and try to pull away. Grabbing my sack tightly, he pulls me closer to him by my balls and tells me I need to do a better job of cleaning myself. He then instructs the boys to show my how. They happily agree.
Extracting his finger and releasing my nuts, he tells me to go try on my new underwear. Mrs. Soarer has six pairs of boys Haynes Briefs. She tells me she pre-washed them so they are ready to wear. There are three more pairs but they are being adjusted to meet my needs and I will get them later. I have no idea what kind of adjustments but keep my mouth closed for once.
Looking down at my erection, she says I need to get rid of it before I try them on. OMG! Sunday in the car they never looked back to see me pulling my pud. Now they were going to watch! After several minutes of debate, which I lost, and at least a dozen spanks each by all four of the Soarer family members I stood in their living room facing them as I began to masturbate. I know my face was flushed and probably as red as my butt which now felt as if it was literally on fire. How appropriate I was in front of their fireplace, hahaha.
As always, I was ordered to lick up my mess. Thankfully I didn't need to be reminded to catch it in my hand. With Jeff earlier it was almost second nature but in front of adults was mortifying. As my dick returned to normal, I looked over at Dale and Dean who couldn't contain their smiles stretching from ear to ear.
Picking up a pair of briefs, Dean tossed them at me and said try them on. As I slipped my right foot into them I noticed they were size small, not medium. I was about to say something, but then thought better of it. Small was better than nothing. I could always take the tag out so my mom wouldn't notice when she did the laundry. This was back in the day before tagless underwear where the info is actually printed the underwear.
Dean noticed me noticing. "Yes bicha, they are size small. How do they fit?" he asked.
"Tight," I replied.
"Good. Just they way they should be. The smalls are for when you have gym class next year. Now try these." He threw me another pair. Glancing at the label, I saw they were size large. Slipping the smalls down I stepped into the large briefs. Pulling them up I noticed two things. One, the waist was much looser on my skinny body. They held up, but barely. Two, the leg openings were bigger and my dick head popped out the side. When I went to adjust it I was told to leave it alone and that's the way it always should be worn.
"Perfect," Dean exclaimed. These were for all other times when I was permitted to wear underwear which he would decide.
I was told to remove the briefs so as to "not get them dirty" and Mrs. Soarer marched us into the kitchen for a night time snack. Sitting nude at their kitchen table again was still an unnerving experience. After our snack, the boys took me back downstairs and gave me a few more rules to follow.
Rule 8: Dean would decide, what, if any, underwear I would get to wear on any given day. I was certain that I'd mostly be in the size large as they were more revealing since my dick flopped out of the leg opening, and I was right.
Rule 9: I was to ensure my butt was clean and they would be checking. If it wasn't I'd certainly be punished.
Rule 10: For reasons that would be told to me later, I was to collect my pee everyday. While I couldn't save everything during school, all other piss should be. I was given a 2 liter bottle and ordered to pee into it. When full I would bring it to them and I'd be given another. I didn't want to think of what they were going to do with that.
"Ok, butt cleaning time," Dean announced. Marching me into the bathroom I was instructed to get into the tub and kneel down. Dale turned the cold water on while Dean picked up the hand held shower head and adjusted the spray to fast pulsing jets. His initial aim was off the mark as the powerful jets smashed into my balls.
"Owwww!"
"Shut up bicha. Just making sure your ball sweat is gone too," Dean laughingly said.
Dale moved in and circled my entire package in his fingers as he told his brother to make sure all my pee was off my dick too. They laughed for the next few minutes as strong jets of water slammed into my cock and balls which Dale was holding tightly. With nowhere to escape my junk took the full force of the water until Dean finally redirected the water to my hole.
Under normal circumstances having my butt hole subjected to an onslaught of water would have been uncomfortable. However, the relief to my balls more then made up for any pain in my ass. Several minutes later Dean changed the spray to fine pin like streams of water. It now felt as if a thousand needles were poking into my hole. I dreaded the inevitable and soon the water was pounding into my nutsack.
I was now begging for him to stop by offering them anything. Another 30 seconds and Dean finally turned the shower off. "That's how we're going to clean you daily from now on so get to used to it bicha," he told me. "We'll get the inside later on. For now we'll concentrate on just the outside." I didn't want to think about how they would clean the inside right now either.
After I dried off, I was instructed to bend over and grab my ankles. Without much warning or any lube Dean stuck his index finger into my hole up to his second knuckle and began to wiggle it around. Despite the rude invasion, his probing finger soon had me quickly becoming erect. Dale was now sitting on the floor watching for signs of my arousal. "The bicha is hard," Dale announced.
Dean withdrew his finger and told me to stand up. I was embarrassed that him fingering my hole had given me a boner. "Yup, definitely a first class bicha who is gonna love getting its assed fucked," Dean spit out at me.
Seeing the worry on my face, Dale said, "Don't worry bicha, we'll break you in slowly."
"Maybe," Dean added as the two laughed at my expense.
"Here bicha, see if you're clean now." With that, Dean stuck his finger in my mouth just like his father had done upstairs. I don't know if it was because I was still thinking about the possibility of getting fucked at some point, but his finger didn't disgust me. Or maybe it was because my butt hole was cleaner now. At least I didn't want to gag and throw up.
Ok, get dressed and you can go. Remember, just because you have some underwear, doesn't mean you get to wear it unless I say so. Wear the smalls at breakfast tomorrow, then nothing for the rest of the day. Now get out." With that I left for home.
I had to sneak my new briefs into the house and quickly put them all in my bureau. I watched some tv with my family then brushed my teeth and went to bed early. I was a weird kid in that I never had a bed time cause if I stayed up too late one night, I'd just go to bed earlier the next. My parents never had to argue with me to go to bed as most parents have to do.
I planned on rubbing one or two loads out while sniffing Robby's briefs and did just that. After cleaning up my mess, and yes I did scoop it up and swallow it, I tossed Robby's briefs on the floor and fell asleep almost instantly.
Wednesday
Morning came way too fast as dad was shaking my foot to wake me up for school the next morning. My eyes nearly popped out off my head when I saw Robby's FOTL briefs instead of my Haynes lying crumpled on the floor. Even though my heart started pumping faster and my face flushed, there was no chance of me losing my morning wood.
If you want to pee before your sister gets into the bathroom you better hurry, he told me. Apparently seeing my discomfort he then reminded me that, "...if you're going to sleep in the raw, you might expect someone seeing your woody. Besides, I've seen it already so let's go. Get out of bed."
I wasn't too happy about him seeing my hard on again, but really had to pee and I need to hide Robby's briefs. Why didn't I take the time to seal them back into the zip lock bag last night after my second cum? Stupid me I thought. With no other choice, I threw back the covers exposing my erection to dad and as quickly as possible pulled on Robby's briefs and ran to the bathroom. While I peed, I rationalized that dad didn't buy my underwear and he probably didn't know what kind I had. He only saw the new ones. Besides, I might be able to change them before breakfast.
As I opened the bathroom door, my sister was standing outside waiting to get in. Great! She smiled as she looked down at my crotch and told me I had better give it another shake next time. I looked down to see I had dribbled a drop or two of pee and wet the front of the briefs. I immediately thought of Robby doing that in them and started to plump up again. I made a quick escape to the kitchen as it was quicker than going back to my room.
I sat eating my cereal thinking how fast things had changed. Well at least it seems that I had met Rule #4, walking around in my briefs. In this case Robby's. I told myself not to think of him as I'd probably have a full fledged boner by the time I finished breakfast. After finishing I put my cereal bowl and juice glass in the sink. When I turned around my dad was giving me a strange look. "What?"
"Those aren't your new underwear."
SHIT. Of course he would notice. He was in the uniform business and knew clothes. Why would I think I could escape his notice. "Um..." I stalled. He was staring right at my junk which was barely contained in Robby's worn and dirty briefs. I felt myself starting to rise. No, not now.
"They're old ones," I lied as I moved my hands in front of my growing erection. Really?! Am I always going to get a hard on when I'm embarrassed? "These don't have any holes in them so I can still wear them," I sputtered.
Looking doubtful, my father nodded his head toward the door and told me to go get ready for school. I quickly made my escape only to run into my sister now coming out of the bathroom. Seeing me in my underwear was still relatively new around the house so my sister broke out into a smile when she saw me. Her smile turned into a huge grin when she saw my boner straining Robby's briefs.
"Good thing you've got underwear on else you'd could poke someone's eye out with that thing," she said glancing down at me erection. I quickly clasped my hands over my hard cock. Slapping my hands away, my sister then pushed her thumb into the waistband and pulled the briefs down over my dick and hooked them under my balls. I was too shocked to say or do anything to prevent her.
"Yup, I think you're maybe as big as Donny. Who would have thought? Good for you bro," she said. Then to my utter and complete shock, she reached out and grabbed my dick. "Maybe longer, but not as thick. I'll tell Donny we definitely need to compare." With that she let go and walked to her bedroom, shutting the door to get dressed.
I stood in the hallway with Robby's briefs hooked under my balls displaying my stiffy to the entire world. Ok, not the world, but my whole family if they walked down the hall. Somehow I came out of my daze and escaped to the bathroom. It took about 4 or 5 strokes before I exploded a load across the counter.
Damn. I was so excited I didn't catch my cum in my other hand. Now I had to lick it up off the countertop again. It wasn't as enjoyable as eating it off the palm of my hand, but better than not eating it at all. I guess I did enjoy eating my spunk as much as Dale and Dean's.
After I finished in the bathroom, I headed back to my room to get dressed. I stashed Robby's brief in the zip lock bag and hid it under my desk drawer. Unless someone moved the desk, they'd be safe there.
Now I needed to decide which size briefs to wear to school. For an instant I thought maybe going without as instructed, but figured Dean would be punish me either way. Trying on the small I knew they were going to be too tight and I'd be pulling at them all day. I'd have to wear the large. They certainly had much more room and didn't pinch me, but my dick quickly flopped out the leg opening. Try as I may, no matter how I arranged my junk after a few steps around the room it always popped out. Better than being pinched and too tight all day, I decided on the large ones and headed off to school.
Now I just had to see what Robby would do or say since I had switched our briefs.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: With all the re-arranging and additions I've done on the past few chapters, this chapter seemed a little tame in comparison. Though I needed a way to introduce the new Rules, especially #10 - Collect his pee. Hint: Jamie has to clean his inside before he's fucked.
I'm just about done editing Chapter 13 and think you'll enjoy it. Spoiler Alert: Jamie and Robby connect in a public place and Jaime has a couple of run-ins with another schoolmate which turn out badly for our Bicha Boy.
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