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. Part Two.
"What the hell happened to your pubes?" Dale questioned.
"I just had my appendix out about 10 days ago and they shaved that side off," I explained.
To be honest once I got home from the 5 day hospital stay (not like today where you're out the next day) I seriously considered shaving the the left side off to match the right. I had an excuse to miss gym class and the required showers for the rest of the school year so I knew nobody would see it. But not having ever shaved even my face, I wasn't going to start down there. Now Dale and Dean thought that half a pubic patch looked ridiculous.
"We can take care of that," Dean laughed. That didn't sound too good.
"You walk around naked jerking off a lot?" Dale asked.
"No. Honest I don't. Please don't tell anyone," I begged.
"Just how far have you walked around without your clothes?" Dean asked.
"Just to the edge of those shrubs over there," I said pointing to a small group of bushes about 100 feet away from where we were standing, but not any closer to the road. At that point we were in a clearing about 150 from the road.
"So you have done this before!" Dale shouted.
Damn, I just admitted another thing to them. I was going to have to be careful of what I said in the future.
"Ok, well now we want to to walk toward the road and stop next to that tree. Not behind it, next to it so any passing cars can see you. When you get there you can look back over your shoulder, but keep facing the road. When you see us wave you can come back here. We have to talk in private. Now GO!"
Did Dean really think I was going to go up to the line of small trees along the edge of the road and expose myself to passing cars? Now not many cars travelled down our road except late afternoon when the factory in the next town changed shifts and workers got out around 3:00. By the time they got to our street it was close to 3:30 and maybe 50-60 cars cut through in about an hours time to avoid the main road which ran parallel to ours. That's a car a minute I thought! I looked at my watch and it was 3:24. Somebody is bound to see me. What was I going to do?
My decision was made for me as Dean picked a tree branch about 1/4 inch in diameter off the ground and whipped my butt with it. Jumping and spinning my head to look at where it hit me, I could already see a thin red welt appearing. Not wanting any more incentives, I slipped on my sneakers quickly and ran toward the road as their laughing got fainter and fainter.
When I got to the edge of the tree line, as directed, I stood facing the road. Luckily no cars in sight, yet. My heart was racing and my instincts were to cover myself, but I knew that wasn't going to be allowed. I looked at my watch again, it was 3:25. The commuters were bound to start very soon.
I looked over my shoulder and Dale and Dean were smiling and laughing at me while deep in conversation. Heaven only knows what they're planning. I could feel the sweat running down my sides from my pits as I awaited the first car to pass. I wisely stood to the left of the tree because the commuters all came from the right and would have less of an opportunity to see me. I mostly had to worry about a stray car coming from the left, or worse yet, a neighbor driving home. As I stood there, I realized I was now directly across from the Soarer's house. A small smile came to my face that if anyone did see me, as long as I kept my head down and face hidden, they might think I was either Dale or Dean. That will teach them I thought.
OMG! Here comes the first car! I stood absolutely still looking forward. Phew. It passed without the driver noticing me. It was 3:29. I turned around to look back at the boys hoping they would wave me back to relative safety. No such luck as they pointed to the road.
Whoosh. My head spun back toward the street. Another car had passed. Who was driving? Did they see my butt this time? There were other people in the car who might have seen. I hadn't thought of passengers. Drivers were looking at the road, not across the street to the trees where I was standing, so maybe I'd be safe from them, but others riders look out the side windows. The car didn't stop or anything, so I must be ok. Looking up at Dale and Dean, they both had angry expressions on their faces and were pointing to the traffic once again. Defeated, I slowly turned exposing myself to the road.
Then I heard a deep rumbling and it was coming from the left. Oh No. A farm delivery truck was coming and the driver would probably have plenty of time to see me as he headed to old Mr. Mann's barn. I was much more visible from that side but my feet were glued to that spot. As the driver rounded the bend (my house was only 4 houses from one end of our row of homes, Mr. Mann's was the last one on the opposite end) I knew he was going to see me since most trucks had to go slowly on the curve and up a slight hill.
Forgetting about keeping my head down I looked directly at the driver praying he was looking straight ahead. Our eyes locked, he broke out into a huge smile as he shifted his focus downward seeing me in full frontal glory. He actually slowed even more, leaned over to the passenger side, and shouted out the window, "Yeah, let it all hang out dude."
I thought I'd about died and once again turned back pleadingly to be able to return to the relative safety where they stood. Dale and Dean were practically on the ground rolling around laughing as they spotted me. Yet they still didn't let me return. It was 3:31. How much longer was I going to have to endure this? Oh no, TWO CARS were approaching from the right. Sigh of relief, neither spotted me.
Here comes another car from the left. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. Please don't see me. It was a station wagon with a mom driving! She was looking straight ahead and never looked at me standing naked only 8-10 feet off the road. Ok, I'll survive this too.
NO!!! There were two kids in the back seat looking out on my side, a girl and a boy about 7 or 8 years old. The girl spotted me first, her mouth dropped open, and she whacked her brother's arm and pointed at me. His eyes became big as saucers as they smiled at me. As the car passed, they actually climbed over the backseat (long before people regularly wore seatbelts) and watched me out the back window and waved to me. Reflexes made me wave back. What was I thinking. I wasn't. I glanced at my watch, it was 3:34 and I finally saw Dean waving at me to return. I flew back to them as fast as I could.
"You waved at them? Boy, that takes some balls," Dale laughed.
"That was fabulous, and they saw your boner too," Dean exclaimed as he looked down at my cock. Sure enough, I was indeed erect.
"When did that happened?" I gasped as I tried to cover my hard on with my hands.
"Seems like you like being caught. You were hard when you turned back after the trucker saw you. Maybe you have the hots for that driver. Very interesting," Dale informed me.
As I stood there vainly attempting to cover my erection with my hands, Dean ordered me to Attention once again. Apparently I was too slow for him and he reached for the branch again so I let me arms hang to my side. Dean walked around back and smashed the little whip onto my cheeks even harder than the first time. I jumped and moved my hands to soothe and protect me from any further smacks. I stood ramrod straight with my arms to my sides and my boner pointing to the sky as he barked out Attention. A third strike had me wincing and tears in my eyes.
"The second was for moving too slowly when I give you an order. The third was for failing to remain at Attention. You need to learn to follow our orders without question or you'll be punished. We were only going to make you stand at the road for 5 minutes but you turned around twice facing us so you got an extra five. Plus the added bonus that you were hard." HaHaHa they roared at my expense. I was so embarrassed.
The way he was talking it made it sound as if this type of treatment was going to be an ongoing thing. It was. Oh boy was it.
To Be Continued...
Dean's Bicha, Part Three
The two of them started circling me looking me over as if I were on sale in a meat market. My face was so flushed and my mouth was so dry from the humiliation of it all. They stopped one on each side, nodded to each other, and said let's get to the rest before we head home.
Home. That's where I wanted to be right this instant. Dale headed over to the duffle bag he had left on the ground earlier and pulled out the Polaroid camera. I'm sure the very one used to capture my nude jerk off session yesterday. Picture time he announced.
"Not a real man's dick, is it?" Dean asked his brother. "Got no foreskin. Only real men have them like us.
Now back in the those days, practically everyone in the United States was circumcised. I didn't even know that we all had been born with skin until 7th grade health class during PE class taught us about circumcisions. One boy was uncut, and until that class I remember thinking what's wrong with his penis, it doesn't have an end to it. But of course you could never talk about that with a classmate.
"This is what a Man looks like," Dean said as he unzipped his shorts and pulled out his little cock. I couldn't see any hair inside, but he may have had a few.
Being almost two years younger than myself, and not fully into puberty himself, it was small, but I dared not say a thing. I couldn't have anyway as I was hypnotized by seeing an uncut cock so close and for so long. As I stared at it, Dale moved along side his brother and wiped out his too. Dale being only four months my junior, but in a grade behind me, had started down puberty row. I could see some hair sticking out of his fly and he was much longer than his brother. He too was uncut. I was in shock.
Dean laughed causing me to look back at him as he slowly peeled his foreskin back. "Here is the grand prize. Drool over it bicha. Dale, skin yours back too."
Dale didn't look comfortable exposing his crown but followed his brothers instructions and I was captivated by not one but two uncut cocks only a few feet from me.
Dean walked over to me and suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the balls. I tried to remove his hands from my aching nuts, but was ordered to Attention again to which I complied rather quickly. Still holding my balls in his hot little hand, Dean spun me around so my back was to the street and their house was in the background. Looking at Dale he told him to take a couple of pictures of me as he stepped away.
As we waited and watched the photos develop before our very eyes, you could clearly see all of me in living color outside in the field across from their house with a boner. If these got out my life would be over.
"Ok bicha, since you were out here jerking off over us, start jerking off," Dean commanded.
"What?!"
Dean didn't repeat himself, he simply picked up the dreaded branch and gave my ass a fourth stripe. With the brothers laughing at me I began stroking myself in front of them. At least I had the sight of their dicks as an incentive. Unfortunately, they both then tucked themselves back into their shorts. Dale continued taking a few more shots, one even a close up. With my appendix scare and half shaved pubes, there was no doubt it was me. Just as I was about to cum, Dean issued the next directive. "Catch it in your other hand."
I was too far gone to think about what he said and blindly followed his wishes. I was so excited that my first blast sailed past the palm of my hand but I managed to capture the remaining 6 spurts. Had I ever cum that much or that intense? Probably not. Dale got two more photos of my cum shots. Was this the ultimate in humiliation? No, that was next as Dean came over to me and lifted my sperm covered hand to my face and ordered, "LICK IT UP."
Truth be told, I had tried to do that on my own many times previously. I never was able as the often post orgasmic guilt overtook me and I simply wiped off my hand. Now I was being ordered to do so and just gazed upon my boy batter swimming in my palm. I never saw it coming as my butt received a fifth cut by Dean. "Do it! Or your butt is going to be a bloody mess soon." A sixth swat followed.
Before a seventh struck, I stuck out my tongue and as fast as I could licked up every bit of my spunk. So fast, I never even tasted it. Internally, I was actually a little proud of myself for doing so and thought I can do this again. Hopefully, not under these circumstances. Dale was once again right there recording my embarrassment.
Dean and Dale stood smiling like Cheshire Cats as all the photos developed. If the first picture of me nude standing in the fields wasn't bad enough, these would be devastating if anybody saw them. I knew at that moment I was screwed.
"Thanks. Those are fan-fucking-tastic," Dean exclaimed. "By the way, I only had the one I showed you earlier. There weren't any others. There are now. And I'm guessing you'll be a good little bicha and follow orders to keep these private." I could not believe the blackmail material they had now and hung my head in shame.
"Ok. Time to go. Turn around," Dean said. "Dale, get that stuff. Keep your head forward," he commanded as I attempted to look at what Dale was getting. "Put your hands behind your back."
Dale came over and started to tie my hands behind my back. "Guys, please don't," I begged. The ropes were wound and wound around my wrists but didn't get that much tighter. I figured I could work my way out, but it would take me some time. Time I didn't have as traffic had increased as it was probably a little after 4:00 during the height of commuter traffic.
"If you want these come down to our house after dinner bicha boy," Dean laughed as he picked up my clothes. "And don't wear underwear."
"No, please don't leave me here like this?"
"Why, you seem to like walking around naked, we're just giving you a little more thrill," Dale said smiling.
And with that they left laughing all the way. I struggled to free myself as quickly as possible. By the time I got free the brothers were sitting on their front steps watching me. I never considered that if I could see them from where I stood in the field, they could see me, even if it was in the bushes and shrubs. If they knew where to look, I was clearly visible. I so wanted to flip them off, but knew that would piss them off. Dean seemed to be the more sadistic of the two. I'd have to watch out for him very carefully.
Now to get home and dressed before my parents got home. Riding my bike on the dirt road out from the fields to my street then to my house was out of the question. My only option was to head back toward the road, attempt to cross with no traffic, then make it to my house. Once dressed, I could come back for my bike.
But where to cross? If I did it at their house, I didn't know what fate would await me. Crossing at my house and someone would be able to finger me as the streaker. I'd take my chance at my house. Less time out in the open. Making my way thru the field with my bike in tow, I got as close to the edge of the road as I dared. Laying down my bike, I literally crept to the side of the road. Looking at my watch it was now 4:27. I needed to get home soon before my mom got home.
Standing back up, I waited until a car passed and I could see the next one about 8 houses down, which was just under a quarter mile away. Running as fast as my skinny legs could carry me, I ran across the street and up my driveway and around the corner of the garage. I could hear the driver honking his horn at me. Caught! Crouching down I peeked around the corner as the car passed my house very slowly. He couldn't exactly tell from his distance to which house I had run. He kept on driving slowly until he got to the curve in the road then sped up. Phew! I made it.
I still had about 30 minutes to dress and retrieve my bike. As I made my way into the house, I looked down and was sporting another hard on. WTF? I thought. I really do get a rush out of this. I wonder if I had crossed the road with my cock leading the way or not. Smiling to myself, I dressed and went to get my bike. I was just putting it in the garage when my dad came home earlier than usual. Wow, by the skin of my teeth I was safe. For now. But I had to see the Soarer brothers after dinner.
I asked my parents if I could go down and "meet" the new kids after dinner. They thought that was nice of me. Nice, sure. Little did they know I was under specific instructions to do so. After helping with the dishes I headed down to learn my fate.
Dean answered the door with the hugest of smiles. He showed me in and introduced to me to his parents. Mr. Soarer wasn't that tall, had a deep complexion, and a kind face. I learned he was born in Brazil and had come to the U.S. a few years before Dale was born. That would ultimately explain why Dale and Dean were uncut.
Mrs. Soarer was even shorter with dark hair and darker eyes. Something told me to fear her. My instincts were to be proven correct in the not to distant future.
The prior owners had finished their basement into a rec room with bath and had a walk our door to the back yard. It was a great place to hang out which I had done with the previous kids that lived there. Now it had been turned into the boys' private space. The two kids bedrooms upstairs were his office and her sewing room.
As I looked around, I saw two full size beds over on one side. The other portion had a sofa, two easy chairs, and a their own color TV. Wow! We had one in the living room and it was still black and white. If I weren't scared about what might happen, it would have been pretty cool. The bathroom was beyond that and had two doors, one from the rec room and the other into the laundry room. Laundry time was the only reason Mrs. Soarer came downstairs and she could turn right at the bottom of the stairs and never even go into the rec room portion. This meant the boys had a lot of privacy.
Still taking in the surroundings, I didn't hear or process Dean telling me to undress. It didn't register until he back handed me in the balls. Clutching my nuts I quickly started to strip the second time he said it. "Remember bicha, you get punished if you take too long or don't follow our directions."
When I got down to my tighty whities I asked what if their parents came down. A harder whack to my already sensitive balls without the added protection of my jean shorts made me forget the question. Automatically cupping my sore genitals in my hands I awaited further orders with wide eyes.
"Attention," Dean barked. I snapped to instantly. Dale and Dean smiled from ear to ear at their new captive bicha boy.
"We have a rules for you to follow and you've already broken Rule One, No Underwear. You were told NOT to wear underwear tonight," Dean said as he bent over and picked up my briefs. I hadn't remembered after the excitement or embarrassment (or both) of streaking home minutes before my family got home and I put on a new pair of briefs without thinking as I hurried to dress.
Opening the pee hole (something I never understood the point of as you could never get your dick out the hole thus you either pulled down the front or pulled it out the leg hole) he stuck a few fingers from each hand into the opening and pulled ripping the front two overlapping sections of the pouch wide open.
"Stop!" I shouted, "those are new."
Tossing them to me Dean said I could keep them. My mom had just bought me 6 new briefs and this pair was ruined. I mumbled a thanks and threw them over with my shorts and t-shirt. Why, I don't know because they were un-wearable. He told me my other new briefs would remain unused or would suffer the same fate as the torn ones. I didn't know what happened to the ones he took with my clothes this afternoon but I doubt I'd get them back in one piece. I was now down to only four new pairs and I was worried my mom would notice. I hoped with the old ones I still could wear she'd never count.
"Let's get you in the tub for Rule Two," Dale said leading us into the bathroom. I didn't dare ask any question for fear of another nut punch.
Dean reached into the vanity and pulled out an electric barber's trimmer. "Rule Two, since it's already been started, No Pubes." With that he proceeded to buzz cut the pubes I had on my left side after my surgery. He re-did the right as well so what had barely started to regrow was even.
Dale now came over with a can of shaving cream and two razors. Now none of us shaved so I was more than a little nervous. They proceeded to apply shaving cream all around my genitals. I of course became erect which did not go unnoticed or unmentioned. I felt me face burning in shame. Under orders to remain still, less I run the risk of being cut, the two of them knelt down and shaved my pubic stubble until I was smooth as a baby. Dean took great delight in pulling out by the roots the 2 dozen hairs I had on my balls. Ouch. Now I was officially Baby Boy Bicha.
Dale made some comment about his mom showing them how to shave. When I asked what their mom knew, a quick open handed slap to my nuts made me stop asking. The next person to shave my genitals would prove to be even more embarrassing. If I thought this was bad, the humiliation I endured when it was done on the fourth of July weekend was beyond belief.
"Rule Three. We're going to become "best friends," Dale informed me. "Because we have this awesome bedroom/rec room (which it really was) you'll be asking to spend either Friday or Saturday night every weekend here until school get outs. Then, increasing that to include at least one night during the week as well. During that time, you'll serve ALL our needs." I couldn't at the time begin to think what those needs would be.
"Rule Four. What do you wear to bed now?" Dale asked.
I had started to sleep in just my briefs with my pajamas under the bed so I could put them on quickly in the morning. I didn't want my parents to know I wasn't sleeping in them anymore. My dad slept in the nude, but I hadn't gone that far yet. However, I told the boys pajamas like everybody else. They laughed at me again saying real men don't sleep in kids pjs. Rule Four was I was to sleep naked too. I could handle that, but it was the next part of it that had me nervous.
Dale continued to explain that in the mornings I could get up and would be permitted to wear my briefs, and only my briefs, to and from the bathroom in the mornings and at night getting ready for bed. That was the only time I was permitted to wear underwear though. Through a little more questioning they discovered my morning routine (for shared bathroom scheduling) I would eat breakfast before my bathroom turn. Now that too would be done in just my briefs.
Now my dad was a big proponent of undressing after he came from work and was, except in the few cold winter months, always in just his boxers and t-shirts. My mom would walk from her bedroom down the hall in just her panties with a towel held to her chest to go take a bath in the evenings. My sister often walked from her bedroom to the bathroom in just her bra and panties too. But I never did. I was always too embarrassed for whatever reason. I was in for a big change.
How would they know if I followed Rule Four of not? They didn't have hidden camera in my house. They couldn't ask my parents or sister without giving themselves away. I agreed knowing I wouldn't follow their orders.
The Dean then dropped the bomb on me. I would be staying over their house this weekend. Then I would return the favor the following weekend. If I wasn't regularly walking round in just my underwear by that time, then my parents would surely comment about it especially with a friend there. So to ensure I followed Rule Four, I had better "train" my family to accept me walking around in my thin, white briefs and nothing else. Damn, shit, piss I thought. They seem to think of everything.
"There will be more rules as we go, but that's enough for now. Get dressed and go home. But be back here tomorrow afternoon after school," Dale finished.
Dean came over to me as I was picking up my ripped underwear and viciously grabbed my balls and squeezed. "Remember no underwear, not even ripped ones."
I dropped them immediately. Before I could grab my jean shorts Dale approached and delivered his first ball punch. Gasping for air I looked at him with a questioning face. He kinda looked as if he was sorry for doing so but simply said rather stoically, "sometimes you just do what you have to do. It's to keep you in line." Turning to his brother he smiled and laughed nervously as they gave high-fives to each other.
I dressed leaving my shredded briefs on the floor exiting thru the basement door with my clothes from earlier under my arm and went home rubbing my sore balls. Baby Boy Bicha was going to have a tough time sleeping tonight. What would tomorrow bring?
To Be Continued...