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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Deans Bicha 14 Wednesday, 7th Period Science Lab Experimenting
After what Robby Wilson and I did in the library, I was almost too happy to be worried about Richard helping me clean the science lab classroom. Thinking about everything I did in "study hall" and the possibility of Robby camping out with me this weekend I started to get hard for the 50th time today. Boy oh boy, a whole night just the two of us. Hopefully, I could somehow escape from Dean and Dale as I only needed to spend one night a weekend with them as per their rules.
Having missed out to see what was happening on the construction due to my hanging wedgie, I took a small detour around the back of the new building in an attempt to delay my inevitable meeting with Richard. A little less time with him was fine by me.
There are trade offs in life and I was about to discover one. Rounding the corner away from the other students I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Shit, not another wedgie I prayed. Whoever held me around the neck with his strong forearm was clearly not a fellow student in middle school.
"What do we have here?" A mocking voice whispered in my ear as I was pulled farther and farther away from the safety of my classmates. Eventually making our way to one of those little trailers on work sites I was dragged up the stairs and thrown across the room. Landing in a heap on the floor I heard my abductor say, "Time for some fun FAG."
Kneeling on all fours I looked over my shoulder to see Huck, the really abusive kid I sucked off with the four others at the fair this past weekend. I mistakenly took him for a high school student that day. In truth he had graduated last year and was working construction this summer having returned from his first year at university.
In my struggle to free myself my shirt had come untucked which resulted in my stretched out briefs to be exposed above my belt. "What's the deal with your underwear fag? You like showing it off or something?"
"No. Some kids gave me a hanging wedgie at lunch and it's kinda out of shape," I embarrassingly answered.
"HA HA HA. So did those kids know you're a fag? Is that why they did it?"
"No. I made a remark about one of them having a small dick and that was his payback."
"Hope you learned your lesson. Bet you were hard too, just like when you swallowed all of our cocks." I didn't even look at Huck and he knew. "Priceless," was his response.
Walking over to me while undoing his jeans he stood in front of me with his fat dick dripping precum. Smearing it across my lips he told me to open up. The second I did he rammed his boner to the back of my throat causing me to gag. Huck held the back of my head as I attempted to extract his cock from my throat in order to breathe.
"God I love the sound of a fag choking on my love stick." I thought I was going to pass out he held me there so long. Eventually he pulled out slightly which allowed my lungs to fill with much needed air. The respite was short lived as Huck smashed his curly pubes into my nose once again cutting off my air supply.
Pounding my fists on his strong thighs did little to ease my discomfort, though it spurred him on more. "Yes, try and fight me you dirty, little, good for nothing, cock-sucking queer." My throat was working overtime trying to find some much needed oxygen which only provided Huck with the greatest of pleasures as I was inadvertently messaging his rock hard member.
Finally Huck pushed me off his boner, now covered in my spit, as I gasped filling my lungs again. Pushing his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, Huck shuffled right up to me and grabbed my hair. Pulling my head back he put his face right up to mine and said through clenched teeth, "If I feel one tooth I'll knock them all out. Got that Bitch?"
Not waiting for an answer, he pulled my head forward and shoved his steel rod once again to the deep recesses of my throat. Holding onto my hair, Huck proceeded to face fuck me the likes of which even Dean and Dale couldn't compete. Too afraid of what would happen if I grazed his cock with a tooth I kept my mouth wide open, allowing Huck to punch his cock as far back as humanly possible past my gag reflex, over and over and over again.
I was kneeling in front of this sadistic bastard and I could actually hear his dick punch into my throat repeatedly. Drool was coming out of my mouth and running down the front of my shirt in addition to my eyes and nose watering from the assault.
"Fuck. You-are-one-sweet-mother-fucking-good-cock-sucker," Huck spat out on every thrust. "Too-bad-you-are-a-low-life-homo. I-am-going-to-have-to-get-me-my-own-dick-licking-queer-boy." Thankfully, in his excitement, Huck didn't take too long to give me his offering, coating my tonsils with his man juice. Pulling out for the final shots, he sprayed them across my nose and cheek.
"Clean my cock punk."
I dutiful licked his dripping baby maker of the last evidence of my oral rape.
"Bet you enjoyed that? You're probably hard like the other day. Pull down your pants and let's see." I was more ashamed because I knew he was correct, I was rock solid hard despite my ordeal. My cock, which had just produced a few loads with Robby last period was again stiff as stone indicating my own warped sense of arousal.
The sudden sound of jack-hammering outside gave Huck an idea. Sitting down on the foreman's desk, Huck pulled me across his lap. Using a handy 1x2 piece of wood trim, Huck delivered 10-12 strokes to my backside, all sounds of his blows and my cries covered by the construction noise outside.
Huck stopped when the jack-hammering stopped and pushed my off of his lap. "You disgust me you piece of shit." Looking me over he barked out, "You been fucked yet?"
I shook my head no, too much a mess to speak.
"You tell that Dean kid to call me when I can use your ass. Got it?" Huck wrote down his phone number and threw it at me.
I shook my head yes and squeaked out, "I will," as I stuffed the paper in my pocket while pulling up my clothes. Before I could, the noise outside began again which gave Huck his final opportunity of the day. Pulling me to a standing up straight position by my hair again, Huck grabbed the discarded wood trim and delivered a nut busting blow with full force. I almost passed out and fell to the floor holding my abused and battered balls.
"That's about the only thing those are good for, some good old fashioned ball busting. HAHAHA." As he got to the door, Huck looked over his shoulder and said, "Hey fag, I had fun. Hope you didn't. You better get to class. Looks like I did you a favor, at least your boner is gone. You should thank me."
When I didn't, Huck took two giant steps over to me and for the third time grabbed a fist full of hair then delivered two slaps across my face. "Thank me."
"Thank-you."
"For what?" Huck barked.
"Thank-you for letting me suck your cock."
"And?"
"And cumming down my throat." Knowing he wanted his ego stroked I continued, "Thank-you for spanking my worthless ass too." I couldn't bring myself to thank him for smashing my balls into wood pulp.
"You're welcome fag. Next time I'm going to enjoy pissing on you head to toe. That is after I FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU. HAHAHA". Then he took out his wallet and threw a five dollar bill at me. "Make sure you tell Dean I paid him for you." Turning Huck left without looking back.
Huck and Dean would both keep their promises this summer. The day Dean told me, "I sold your ass to Huck for an hour," I knew I was in trouble. Huck was true to his word and fucked my ass raw. Even though I had had my, by then, daily fuckings from Dean, Dale, Jeff, and Matt which coated my ass walls with four loads of boy cum, Huck mounted me dry and rammed his beer can sized thick cock up my ass. Despite his brutality that day (I'll get into the details latter) I maintained my erection through it all. Yes, he covered me in his golden nectar and made me swallow some too.
I laid there for a few minutes trying to process what had happened. I wonder what Dean will say when I tell him. Will he be pleased or pissed someone used his Bicha without his permission. Will he take it out on me? Will he at least be happy I was paid.
Deciding I was late enough, something about which Richard would not be too happy, I attempted to make myself presentable by washing my face in the corner sink and left the office trailer. Walking to the science lab I quickly recounted what had happened. How could I enjoy the sweet tenderness of being with Robby last period AND the brutality of Huck in between classes? Yet both events made me hard which I couldn't understand.
As I got to the science lab door, I also couldn't understand how I had another boner. Not what I needed now of all times.
---- "Where the hell have you been? Trying to skip out?" Richard snapped the instant I walked in the door.
"No. I got hung up on something." Poor choice of words in hindsight on my part. Truth was I was only about 6 minutes late. Huck had grabbed me almost immediately after the last period ending bell and with the time we had to switch classes and him only abusing me about 10 minutes I made it to activities period not too late.
Richard burst out laughing, "What? Someone give you another hanging wedgie?" Not waiting for an answer, Richard wanted all the details after he left me dangling by my briefs in the cafeteria. He was especially pleased some 7 grade boys took the initiative to pants me completely and really loved that I was spanked and ball punched. His only regrets were that I wasn't hanging longer than ten minutes and he didn't get to see it.
"Pull your pants down, I want to see how red your butt is." Not wanting to anger him more, I chose the lesser option and complied with his order. He had me leave my briefs up and grabbed me by them to expose my red ass cheeks. Now truth was the 7th graders only slapped me. The reddness obviously came from Huck but Richard didn't know that.
"They did a nice job. Good for them." Looking at my front he sneered, "Well, well, well. Looks like you're still pretty excited. Did you walk around with a boner all day?"
I did pretty much, but not because of him. Ignoring his question, I stupidly said, "at least you can see mine, TINY." Would I ever learn?
He was so quick I didn't even have time to register it as he spun me around. Grabbing my shirt with both hands he put his face right in front of mine and said, "Take it back for calling me Tiny."
"Fuck You," I shouted out at him. Despite all the abuse my balls had taken I apparently still had them as I stood up to Richard, but not for long.
He then got an evil smile on his face and before I knew it he had kneed me in the balls, Hard. Very Hard. So hard I dropped to my knees like a sack of potatoes clutching my aching nuts. After Huck's slamming them with a 2x4 (it wasn't but it felt it) my nuts were in no condition for another such pounding.
As I knelt in front of him, Richard proceeded to give me a wedgie (my third for the day) so violent it felt as if my ass was being cut in two. My balls and dick were squeezed tightly in the stretched fabric that was once a pair of boys size large briefs.
"Stop. I'm sorry. Please let go, you're killing me," I begged.
Richard actually pulled me to my feet by my underwear. Tears were in my eyes as the wedgie became more and more painful. "Take it back. I'm a grower, not a show-er."
"What the hell does that mean?" I questioned.
Laughing he said, "I'll show you." Shoving me back on the floor Richard opened his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. I was shocked for three reasons. First, he was wearing bright blue briefs with white piping around the legs and fly. Everybody back then wore tighty whities only. It wouldn't be until next year that a few guys started wearing anything like this and years before bikinis became the trend. I guess he was ahead of the times. Since it wasn't a gym day, I guess he figured nobody was going to see them so they were safe to wear.
Second, he had exposed himself in our science lab, where any teaching could and occasionally did pop their head in to check on us. One time Glen and I had been almost caught while we were throwing scissors up at the ceiling sticking them in the acoustical tiles. One pair was dangling and dropped only seconds after another teacher (not ours) left after he looked into to see what we were doing. Richard now stood with his pants and blue briefs around his ankles in the middle of the room shaking his stuff at me.
Thirdly, he began to tug at his expanding penis. I watched in amazement as it grew from a small 2 inches to just under 5 inches. Not huge but a reasonable size for 14 years old. I think he had more hair around his dick than anybody in our class. That's what probably contributed to it looking even smaller when he was flaccid. He was cut, no surprise there, and had the biggest head which came to almost a point at the tip. He was already leaking pre-cum, something I rarely did.
"I think you should apologize to my dick calling it tiny. You hurt its feelings."
"Yeah. Like that's going to happen."
Reaching down and tugging up on my wedgied briefs and grabbing a fistful of my hair, he brought my face within an inch of his throbbing cock and said, "Kiss it and make it feel better."
Now as much as it looked darn tasty to me, I wasn't going to go anywhere near his cock. I didn't trust Richard as far as I could throw him. He wasn't like Robby and this didn't seem to be a mutual adventure. This was all him dominating me like Huck had and I didn't want that to happen with anyone else. The Soarer brothers were more than I could handle.
"I'm not queer. Get that ugly thing away from me," I told him.
Yanking up on the wedgie more he used his other hand to smear his dickhead all across my mouth and lips, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. "Kiss It," he demanded again.
I curled my lips around my teeth and kept my mouth closed tightly.
"Ok, you had your chance." Turning sideways Richard brought his right foot back into a kicking position. "I'm going to kick your balls so hard you'll be coughing them out of your throat OR you can suck my dick now. Your choice."
I looked up to see his eyes. They were filled with lust and determination. Looks like I'll be sucking yet another cock this afternoon I thought. Not wanting to be a soprano, I relaxed my mouth enough for him to plunge his shaft into my warm oral cavity. Reflexes made me swirl my tongue around it causing him to moan in pleasure.
There I was in the middle of the science lab, kneeling in front of a classmate sucking his dick. If a teacher walked in right now, what would he or she think. Maybe they'd think I was doing it willingly. Maybe they'd think I was being raped, since I practically was. After all Richard had me by the wedgie. He is physically stronger than I am too. I could blame him and he'd get in trouble. Regardless, the teacher will forever see me as a cocksucker, and I didn't want that.
Throughout his blowjob I was painfully aware that my dick was hard as nails despite the discomfort in my ass crack and balls. Whether it was from sucking his cock or being humiliated I'll never know. Bottom Line: I was sucking another classmate's dick and a very large part of me was getting off on the idea.
No more than three minutes in and Richard began bucking like a wild man. He shot 6 globs of spunk into my mouth and ordered me to to swallow it all. Withdrawing from my mouth he pulled up his briefs and pants and in his post orgasmic bliss said in the softest of voices I ever heard from him, "No wonder my brothers like me doing that so much. That was fucking awesome."
Realizing what he had just admitted, he pulled me up by my shirt and said if I ever told anyone about that he'd seriously crush my balls to a pulp and make it look like an accident. I believed him as he held his knee up to my sore balls.
I nodded and made him promise he wouldn't tell that I sucked his dick. That we were even. He agreed not to tell, but not that we were even. He definitely wanted more at some point. Great, another boy to torment me into giving him blowjobs. Reflecting on it got me a little more excited.
"Strip!"
His voice brought me out of my thoughts. "I said strip, as in take off all your clothes." Unfortunately Activity Period on Wednesdays was longer than any other day, 75 minutes. My sucking Richard had taken less than ten. Shit, he had just under an hour to torment me.
I argued I couldn't do that and explained about the possibility of being caught. He told me to go into the back storage room, remove all my clothes including my shoes and socks, then call when I was ready. He'd stay out front and if any teacher came in he'd probably be able to stall long enough for me to get dressed. Reluctantly I did as ordered.
He stood in the doorway leering at me. I felt more humiliated and cheap than when I was in the Soarer living room in front of the parents. They showed little emotion in me. Richard looked like he wanted to ravage me. Taking off my briefs I got a first hand look at them. The rips along the waistband were bad but not that much worst than some of my old briefs mom wanted me to throw away. However, the elastic legs were so wide I knew I could fit them around my waist. No way was my junk going to be held in by them anymore.
Dropping my clothes on the floor I placed my hands in front of my erection.
"None of that. Put your arms to your sides."
"Oh my god. Just like at the fair this weekend, you're HARD!" Richard approached and slapped my dick head down and it bounced back up against my flat stomach. He did it three more times until he got bored.
"Whoa. I had more hair at 10 years old. They did an amazing job of shaving you. And it has barely grown back." He didn't need to know Dean and Dale had just recently re-shaved my pubes. He walked over and ran his hand over my pubic mound feeling the short stubble. Was he a homo? (An ugly term but one that was used back then.)
Maybe he was just a 14 year old boy who got off on torturing others. Maybe his older brothers had done the same to him and with him being the youngest he was taking his aggressions out on me now. Whatever the reason I could do little to change the situation. Besides, the way my dick was pointing north it was clear to both of us that I did get off on being humiliated and treated this way.
"Whoa. I'd call that a pencil dick for sure. Long and skinny. How'd you get such a long dick anyway?'
I just shrugged my shoulders. He told me to wait there as he went to the teachers desk and began opening the drawers obviously looking for something specific. He returned with one hand behind his back and a smile as big as the Grand Canyon. "Since you have a pencil dick, it might as well look like one too."
He ordered me to put my hands on top of my head and keep them there. Then kneeling down in front of me, for the briefest of moments I thought he was going to suck me off, he grabbed my dick and started coloring it yellow with a highlighter marker. He grabbed and squeezed my nuts hard when I began to protest which made me shut up fast.
When my entire cock was bright yellow, top and bottom, he said it needed something else. "Oh yeah, an eraser." With that Richard proceeded to color my dickhead red with another marker. He even stuck it in the tip and wiggled it around. Laughing constantly at his idea he wished there had been a blue marker then he could give me some blue balls.
He stepped back and admired his work. "Not bad if I do say so myself. Ok, two more things before we're done."
With that Richard scooped up my clothes and walked back into the main science lab. Next thing I heard was the door opening. OMG! Was that a teacher coming? Or worse, did he just leave with my clothes? Being either brave or stupid, I don't know which, I peeked my head around the corner. Shit. No sign of him or my clothes. I was naked in the classroom with only my shoes and socks lying on the storage room floor. I crept to the door, my hard pencil colored cock leading the way.
Just as I was about to look into the hallway, my heart stopped as the door swung open and Richard came back. Unfortunately he no longer had my clothes. Instinctively my hands were in from of my genitals, not that it mattered. Richard smiled his evil grin and told me to remove my hands and not cover up again. My clothes were sitting on top of our English teachers desk and if I wanted them I had better go get them and not to get dressed until I was back. Crap! Streaking in school would be bad enough but if I were caught how could I ever explain my decorated cock?
"Better go fast. There is still one more thing to do before the bell rings."
Now our science lab was at the end of the hall with another science lab. There was sort of an entrance vestibule area off the main hall which lead to the science labs. If he had simply put them in the other lab I could have made it without any problem. But no. He had put them down the hall in our English class which was luckily the first classroom on the right, but it was after the stairs where anyone might be walking.
Let me describe our junior high. Part of it used to be the old high school. The ninth graders were in that building. There were 3 more buildings which were the original junior high and an elementary school much earlier. The last building was the gym and library building. As the population grew, they converted all three schools into the junior high and built the old gym/library which were being replaced now.
Even though it was activity period and most of those took place in the cafeteria, art and music rooms, gym, and library all of which were in the other buildings, I was scared to death. Not enough to make my erection go away, but scared nonetheless. Teachers not in activities were still around. Worse was the fact that the main office was in our building on our very floor. The only saving grace was it was at the far end thru another vestibule hall area.
Holding my breath, I inched my way out the door and down the hall to the stairwell. I kept one eye down the hall toward the office and the other at the stairwell doors. It was rather stupid of me in hindsight. There was no place for me to hide if someone came out of those areas so I should have just ran as fast as my skinny little legs could carry me. I could hear Richard snickering behind me.
Once past the stairs I finally got smarter and took three giant steps to the English room and ducked inside. I never thought about looking to see if anyone was there or not. Thankfully nobody was there. I scooped up my stuff and ran back to the science lab. Huffing and puffing I asked if I could get dressed.
"Where's your underwear? Did you leave that behind for Mrs. Sky?" (Our English teacher)
In my haste I grabbed my pants and shirt and must have left my briefs. Shit!
"Better go back and get them. I don't think Mrs. Sky would appreciate your smelly underwear on her desk."
He was right. Though I wasn't thinking and turned back to make another streak down the hall. This time I did run. My heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to come out of my chest. My underwear isn't here. WTF?! Did he hide it? I searched like a mad man all around. Then it hit me. There was no way for her to know they were mine. The whole class would have gotten a lecture the next day, but they couldn't pin it on me. Besides I certainly could ride the bus home without briefs. I flew back to the science room.
Richard was laughing so hard he literally had tears in his eyes. "That was priceless. You streaked twice and you're hard on never went down. What a sicko. HaHaHa."
Catching my breath I asked where my underwear was. He pulled them out of his pocket and spun them around his finger. "Right here were they have always been." I went to grab them but he was too quick and shoved them back into his pocket.
"Nope. Now you better hurry. Only 5 minutes before the bell. Ok, jerk it. I want to see you shoot. Cum into this," he commanded as he handed me a small petrie dish.
Having been hard for most of the day and only firing two rounds off earlier in the library with Robby, I came quickly. Oddly, Richard didn't make me lick it up. He simply put the lid on the dish and said he wanted to look at it under his microscope at home. I wondered what he really was going to do with it.
Just then the final bell rang. We both jumped and I scrambled into my clothes, sans briefs, as he picked up his books. I was tying my laces when kids started coming back to our building to get stuff out of their lockers before leaving for the day.
"Not a word to anyone," he warned me.
"You either," I reminded him.
"Deal. But don't think that's the last time," he warned. We parted ways to get our respective bus.
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: I'm presently writing chapter 35 and it seems Jamie has been given a week's worth of punishments from Dean. I'm looking for ideas and suggestions. They can be physical punishments, embarrassing challenges, sexual dares, whatever. The chapter and the next few will most likely be kinkier in nature. So pretty much everything except permanent markings, blood, scat, and broken bones are on the table. Whatever happens Jamie will discover a side of him he never knew existed.
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