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Deans Bicha Chapter 41
Deans Punishment - Thursday
"YAWN." Mmm, this bed feels soooo nice I don't want to get out of it but I really need to pee I thought. Opening my eyes I saw that it was 7:03 in the morning. Now what kid gets up that early in the summer when there is no school besides me I don't know. Going to bed at 8:30 last night after yesterday's long adventures gave me plenty of rest.
Throwing back the covers I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up to stretch my naked body. My piss hard morning wood was pointing toward the ceiling as I stretched my arms over my head getting the kinks worked out when suddenly my mom opened the door and walked into the room.
"MOM!" I shouted as I plopped down on the bed crossing my arms in front of my blood filled dick. "What are you doing?"
"Oh. Sorry honey. I just need to get some cash. I didn't know that you were 'up', but I see that you are." Then she chuckled at her own pun at my expense.
Let me explain. Remember where Dean told Jeff to hide pictures of me in his room. Well I had the same hiding place and had told mom about it some time ago. Since then she kept her household money stashed under the edge of the wall-to-wall carpeting in my room. There was no rug in the closet so there was always plenty of room to slide cash underneath.
She went into the closet only to discover I had placed a heavy foot locker in there. It was too heavy for her to move by herself. "Honey, please come help me move this thing. I thought you were putting it in the garage."
"I will. Can I get dressed first, please." Stupid me had no briefs lying near my bed to put on at the moment.
"Just come help me. After the last few weeks I've seen you more times than I ever imagined. Besides, you are the one that wants to sleep like that. There are no more surprises."
"But mom," I pleaded while still hiding my erection, which had yet to deflate.
Tugging at the foot locker and ignoring my plea mom sternly said, "Come help me please."
"But I still have a b----." I was about to say 'boner' to buy mom but stopped in time.
"An erection?"
"Oh God," I groaned. This was far worse than her saying penis and testicles yesterday in front of Robby. Instinctively I placed one hand over my eyes thus showing more of my b----, erection.
"Yes, we all saw your erection yesterday. You don't remember but you used to get them when you were little and I was giving you a bath. It's no different today."
Looking up at her I exclaimed, "I hope it's different than when I was little."
"Well, you certainly aren't little any more."
"MOM!" I shouted re-covering my hard on with both hands. I looked down at my junk for two reason: 1) to ensure everything was covered, and 2) I was too embarrassed to look her in the eye.
"You might even be as big as your father."
"Really?" I asked in disbelief. Momentarily forgetting with whom I was speaking, I lifted my hands away from my dick and considered that I might be as big as dad. Pretty good for a 13 year old.
"Do you really want to discuss the size of your erect penis with your mother?" she asked.
I smashed my hands back down so fast I actually hurt myself. Ok, she had a really good point. No, of course I didn't want to talk about the size of my hard-on with her. I crossed my arms over my privates (not that they were private at the moment) and begrudgingly walked over to the closet. I had to use both hands to move the heavy foot locker, my hard rod poking out.
After glancing at my erection for a moment of curiosity she got the money she desired and stood up to leave. Giving me one more look she shocked the shit out of me by saying, "Bigger." I flew back to my bed covering myself with the sheet.
She chuckled again and headed for the door, "Thank you sweetie." Seeing me so distraught mom then came over took my chin in her hand. She lifted my head so we were looking at each other eye to eye. "Jamie, erections happen at your age all the time. There is nothing to be embarrassed about." (Easy for her to say.) "You've been walking around in just your underpants a lot lately. Sometimes not even those. It's bound to happen again. So either decide to live with people seeing your genitals or wear more clothes. The choice is yours. I'm fine with whatever you decide." Then she bent down and kissed the top of my head.
Turning to walk out of the room she said I better hurry up and eat breakfast if I wanted to be down to Dale and Dean's house by 7:30. Then smiling she jokingly asked, "Are you going to eat breakfast like that or put on some underwear?"
"Mom. Very funny. I can't eat naked."
"Well you CAN eat naked. I just told you, it's your decision. Which means you MAY eat naked too." Despite sitting nude with a hard dick pointing skyward mom finds time to give me a grammar lesson. What is it with my parents? Though to this day I know when to use Can versus May.
"No, I'll put on my underwear."
"Suit yourself." With that mom disappeared down the hall. By now my bladder was about to burst so I made a naked beeline for the bathroom. Ahh, relief as my urine hit the toilet bowl. Flushing I washed my hands and started back to my room.
Now I dashed to the bathroom naked but had no intention of eating breakfast that way. Marla had other plans. She must have heard most of my conversation with mom. Meeting me in the hall outside the bathroom, she told me to go directly to the kitchen, sans briefs. I pleaded with her 'NO'. I told her I'd owe her anything. I would regret that promise.
Marla smiled and let me go put on the plaid briefs I "wore" yesterday. Really I only had them on for mom's benefit in the morning. She stopped me and made me turn them inside out. Mom was definitely going to notice. Unlike tighty-whities which almost looked the same except for the waistband when turned inside out, these didn't have the color all the way through. While the pattern could still be seen, it wasn't as pronounced. I dreaded what mom was going to say or do.
It was now 7:11 and I wanted to leave by 7:27, so whatever was going to happen would only last 16 minutes. I quickly poured a bowl of cereal and sat in my chair. Mom was drinking her coffee and reading the paper (dad obviously brought it in this morning). Taking a sip as I sat she banged the mug down on the table making me jump.
"Jamie. Do you remember anything I told you yesterday morning?" I looked at her questioningly, which was good acting on my part because I knew she was going to yell at me about my inside out underwear. "I told you not to wear your underpants inside out. Now I'm making the decision for you. Give me those briefs. You can just eat naked. Maybe that will teach you to put them on properly next time."
"What?!"
"Stand up and give my your underpants," she ordered holding out her hand.
There wasn't time to argue. And she might not have let me go to Dean's if I argued with her. I stood up and slowly pulled my briefs down. My hard-on, which had deflated in the bathroom after peeing, started to rise due to my humiliation. I placed the crumpled briefs in her hand and plopped back down in my seat. Mom turned the briefs to the correct side and put them next to my cereal bowl.
"Someday you might learn. But from now on if I see you in your briefs inside out you won't be wearing any. No matter when, where, or with whom. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am." I swallowed my cereal whole wanting to get out of the kitchen as fast as possible. My dick was 50% hard at this point. Please, not now.
"When you finish eating, wash up the dishes then you can go." I guess as additional punishment I was washing the dishes for the second morning in a row NAKED. I stood up exposing my 60% hard-on and took three giant steps to the sink. I stood as close to the cabinet that I could, smashing my cock up against it in the process. In hindsight, that was a mistake as the added pressure sent more blood flowing southward. Crap.
Now if my dick had been pointing downward it wouldn't have had the opportunity to grow. As it was trapped between my stomach and the cabinet pointing upward, it filled completely. Double Crap. Mom finished her coffee and went to pour herself another cup. She scanned my body from head to toe and I just wanted to die.
"Two days in a row washing the morning dishes without any clothes. We might have to make this part of our morning routine."
"Mom!" I screamed out.
"What? Are you embarrassed by this?" she asked.
"Yes!" I yelled, pressing my dick into the cabinet even more in a vain attempt to hide it.
"Good. And don't raise your voice to me," she warned, "or I can get out the wooden spoon again, mister."
"Sorry."
"Look at me." Mom put her hand on my shoulder and turned me toward her so my rock hard cock was pointed directly at her. "Are you more embarrassed by being nude or having an erection?" she asked.
My head was about to explode. I couldn't even remember how many times my mother used the word 'erection'. "My, um, my being hard," I mumbled.
"Having an erection," she corrected me.
"Having an erection," I responded.
"Well you shouldn't be. I told you at your age erections happen. If you were wearing clothes it wouldn't be seen, or the very least not be so noticeable. SO, unless you want to be walking around without clothes with a 'BONER' as you like to call it, blah, blah, blah..."
Whatever she continued to lecture me about I never heard as my brain had just shut down. Mom said 'BONER'. BONER! OMG! If that weren't bad enough, she's talking about my BONER while I'm standing naked in the kitchen with a BONER. I'm never using the word BONER again. I looked at her and saw her lips moving but I only heard, "BONER, BONER, BONER." The only thing I was certain of at that moment was my BONER wasn't going anywhere. The more she lectured me, the longer I stood there humiliated with a gigantic BONER.
"...WEAR YOUR UNDERPANTS CORRECTLY," I finally heard her yell at me.
"Yes ma'am."
Now go brush your teeth so I can get in my bathroom. As I scooted past her she slapped my butt hard and made me jump. I flew down the hall naked as the day I was born my B----, hard-on, leading the way. Thankfully, I was back in my room making my bed before she finished her second cup of coffee.
It was 7:24, I had three minutes before I needed to leave. I made my bed fast then grabbed some clothes. I was putting on my shorts when I realized I could wear briefs as I was the Mestre' today. Cool. I whipped off my cutoffs and pulled on an older pair of Haynes, worn correctly, then finished getting dressed.
In the kitchen I went to kiss mom goodbye. "Love you," I told her.
Mom slipped her arm around my waist and spun me around so my back was facing her. Reaching under my t-shirt she yanked up my briefs (thank goodness I decided to wear some) giving me a partial wedgie. Checking the waistband she said, "Well, seems you listened. I wonder how long that will be until you forget what I just said." Letting the underwear go she lightly slapped my butt and told me, "Love you too. Have fun honey."
With that I was on my way to punish Dean. Hurray!!!
I knew some of what I was going to make or do to Dean. They included: blowjobs for us, shaving his pubes off, all of us fucking him, Ben Gay on his balls, and hanging ball weights on him. I debated making him drink piss for a half a second. Absolutely. I just wish I had some original ideas. As it turned out, they would be provided.
Dean answered the door naked. What a cool way to start. The roles were definitely switched today. "Good morning, sir," he said.
I figured I'd start the way they started with me, getting rid of his pubes. Looking at him it was difficult to believe he was still only 11 as he was well into puberty with a nice bush of straight pubes and an above 5.5 inch dick. Of course Dean's 12th birthday is next week so I shouldn't have been surprised by his size. The tip of his plumped up dick was just poking out of his foreskin which was quite a treat as he had a very long skin. When soft it hung almost an inch beyond the tip of his cock.
God I wanted to kneel down and suck him off. I couldn't because of our reversed roles today. He would be sucking mine many times before the day was over. I wrapped my thumb and index finger around his bolas and tugged him into their bedroom/rec room. That in and of itself was quite the power trip for me. I said hi to Dale who waiting to join the fun.
"Display," I barked at Dean.
Immediately falling to his knees, legs spread, Dean put his hands behind his head and waited for further instructions. I undressed quickly ready to get things started. I only had today and had to make the best of it. His reaction to my briefs was comical. The Mestre' Dean wanted to yell at me, the Bicha Dean kept his mouth shut. I stupidly explained what had happened with my mom this morning. Not that I needed to, but I wanted to let him know why I wore underwear today.
We both knew he, like Marla, would eventually make me wear my briefs inside out and force mom's hand in making me go without anything on at embarrassing times. I'm not sure which of us was looking forward to it more.
"Do it Jamie," Dean softly said.
"What?"
"Punish me. Kick me in the balls." Now that it was time to begin, I didn't want to hurt him. Why? Was I more a sadist or masochist? "Go ahead, I deserve it." My hesitation was apparent. "Jamie, I'm YOUR bicha today. Remember what I did to you." I rubbed my foot against his hanging balls deciding exactly what to do.
Eventually tired of waiting for me Dean yelled out, "I shoved my filthy, shit stained underwear in your mouth. NOW DO IT!"
Almost on reflex I pulled my foot back and slammed it into his sack turning his boy bits into crushed nuts. To his credit, Dean buckled over but never screamed out. He muffled a groan and then straightened his body waiting for more. He nodded at me and I delivered another blow. He was slower to regain his composure this time. Not waiting or even looking for his permission, I practically drove his balls into his throat as I kicked them so hard the third time.
Dean released his hands momentarily from behind his head to soothe his busted balls though he never touched them with his hands. He did grunt though before he got back into 'Display' position much faster than I would have that's for sure.
A switch had flipped in me. My heart was racing at this point and my cock was rock hard from the adrenaline pumping through my entire body. Turning to Dale I asked if they had a any tools. Dale returned a minute later with his dad's tool box. I pulled out a pair of pliers and held them up to Dean. This was not anything he had done to me so I could see the confused look on his face.
Pushing him back he was now lying flat on the floor, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind his head. My idea was a derivative of what he had done to my ball hair with tweezers. Now I would remove all of his pubes by pulling them out by the root with the pliers.
Twisting his long, straight pubes around in a circle I placed a big bunch in between the sides of the pliers. I watched with great delight as his eyes widen seconds before I squeezed them closed tightly then yanked them away from his body. I was now holding a few dozen hairs, follicles and all in the pliers. I placed the hairs on his chest and repeated this maneuver a few more times before I instructed Dale to get another pair and join me.
A few hairs must have had very long roots as a few pinpoints of blood appeared around the base of his dick. Dale and I worked quietly as Dean squirmed underneath while his pubes were being ripped from his body. Eventually, we got to the point were we had to switch to tweezers to finish the job. God, he looked like he was 9 or 10 years old, except for his larger than average dick.
Now time to work on his balls. While he didn't have as much hair on his balls as I did, he had enough to us the pliers a few times. Unlike his pubes, which we ripped out quickly (think rip the bandaid off) I pulled his ball hairs out much slower. The skin on his sack actually stretched out quite a bit before the first few hairs were separated from their owner. We were so quiet, I could actually hear the hairs ripping out of his ball sack. It was awesome.
When 95% of his pubic hair was gone I asked Dale to get his mom's hair removal cream. While I waited I noticed his underarms exposed and had an idea. What few hairs he had there were soon pulled out as well. He was bald from the neck down, except for the little, light hairs that grow on your forearms and lower legs.
Dale returned with the Nair hair remover. Now the directions said not to use it on genitals. I ignored them and applied a good thick coating to his entire pubic region, ball bag included. Not stopping there, we put some on his armpits then continued down his arms and legs. I worked Dean's right side while Dale worked the left. Ten minutes later I allowed Dean to shower it off. He came out of the bathroom looking rather dejected, without a single hair on his body from the neck down. His symbol of manhood was gone. Well, not entirely gone. I saved his pubic hair in a zip lock bag. I would take it home as a souvenir. Another collection of mine had just begun.
Jeff walked in just as Dean had come back into the rec room. He was shocked by the look and exclaimed, "Dude! What the fuck? Did bicha shave your hairs?"
"No. JAIME pulled them out with pliers and it hurt like a bitch. And He's not Bicha today, he's Jaime. I'm the Bicha today. Got it?"
"Whoa. Ok, if you say so. I knew you were going to let him do things to you for the dirty briefs but I never expected this."
Not responding to Jeff, Dean simply knelt back into 'Display' position awaiting whatever punishment was next. I asked Dale for the Ben Gay. Dean sighed, I smiled.
Turning to Jeff I asked him if he wanted to help apply it as I put on a rubber glove. I could tell he wanted to but he shook his head no. I squeezed about a half an inch in my hand when Dean said, "You can use double that." This was about the amount Dean had used on me and my balls were on fire from just that small amount. How could he endure double I wondered as I followed his suggestion and put another half an inch on my finger tips.
"Bro, you sure?" Dale asked. Dean nodded and closed his eyes. Coating his hard dick first I saved the best for last. His balls were white from the Ben Gay until I smeared it around and into his sensitive, recently denuded, balls. Moments later he had hot roasted nuts.
"You can jump around if you want," I told him. A nano second later Dean was hopping around performing a dance similar to the one I had done when in the same situation. Dale, Jeff, and I laughed our butts off as Dean waived his hands in front of his toasted junk in a vain attempt to ease the pain.
A good ten minutes later he had calmed down enough to stop jumping around. When I asked if he wanted another application he got into 'display' again. I told him no, that was too mean. He then shocked the shit out of us by suggesting the next punishment himself.
Dean had Dale get the 'sounds'. He had to explain to Jeff and me what they were and how to use them. We both squirmed as he detailed sliding it into someone's piss slit. Ouch. Taking charge of his own punishment, we bound his wrists and ankles to the corners of the infamous tilting board. Then with just a few drops of Ben Gay on the end of the sound, I slid it down the length of his dick.
I had only inserted it about 2-3 inches when I whipped it out as Dean began screaming at the top of his lungs. So much so his mother actually came downstairs to check on us. Dale explained, in Portuguese, what was happening and she shook her head and went back upstairs. I guess burning his urethra with Ben Gay was ok by her. I looked at Jeff and we shook our own heads. Dean was still yelling his lungs out.
I asked Dale how we could make it stop and he said there was nothing to do. Just like his balls, it would just have to calm down by itself. He then said it would burn again when Dean had to pee later. Fuck, what a self imposed punishment.
It took a good twenty minutes for Dean to be calm enough for us to release him from the board. Collapsing to his knees he squeezed out, "Water." Dale already had a big glass for him which he chugged down.
"I think that's enough," I told everyone.
"No. You need to be strong. Don't go easy on me. What else were you wanting to do?"
Looking at Dale, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'just go along with him', I then ordered Dean lie over the ottoman. I asked Dale for a leather strap and maybe the cane as I picked up a ping pong paddle and slapped it against the palm of my hand. Jeff exclaimed "yes" as we moved into position around Dean.
I began with ten strokes to his backside with the paddle. Jeff and Dale each took a turn. Switching to the leather strap I delivered 10 butt blistering blows to each cheek this time. Dean was really squirming around as the 20 strokes landed on his rear end. Again, Jeff and Dale followed suit with 20 of their own. Dean's ass cheeks were bright red after the 90 whacks they had endured thus far.
"How many strokes of the cane should we give you?" I asked Dean.
"As many as you think I deserve for putting my shit covered briefs in your mouth." By the way he kept reminding me of why the roles were reversed, I figured he really wanted to be tortured. I never answered him. The first stroke of the cane landed directly across both cheeks and Dean arched his back in response, admirably silently. He would not remain so still or quiet as I delivered 4 more blows. Red, angry welts appeared across his butt.
Dean was slightly sobbing when I finished so I don't know if he actually heard me tell Jeff to give him 5 whacks also. Jeff smiled at the thought of whipping his friend and he snatched the cane from my hand. The first blow was the most severe and Dale told him to go a little lighter to avoid breaking the skin. Jeff's first strike had drawn a few drops of blood. The remaining four blows were somewhat softer though hardly love taps.
Dale took his turn and was precise in landing the cane just underneath Dean's butt cheeks. Dale explained this area is where Dean will feel it most when he goes to sit down. These brothers could be evil.
Dean stood up when we were done and wiped his running nose and eyes. He was a mess as he tried to regain his composure. We all noticed that his dick was still rock solid hard. Very interesting I thought. He asked for some more water which Dale went to get him.
I stopped Dale and said we all had something much better for him to drink. Jeff couldn't believe I was going to piss in Dean's mouth and make him drink it. Jeff liked me being forced to do the same but never imagined his best buddy would be doing it. A minute later Dean is waiting for the three of us to drain our bladders.
Kneeling in the tub with his mouth open and head tilted back Dale, Jeff, and I stood shoulder to shoulder pointing our pricks at Dean's open mouth. I was in the middle so more of mine would make it into Dean's mouth. Jeff was the first to release his load and sprayed Dean's chest first before he took aim and the rest of his liquid gold went directly into Dean's gapping mouth.
Dale and I started about the same time and soon Dean's mouth was over flowing with three loads of boy pee. I told the guys to stop so Dean could swallow our bladder brew. Re-opening his mouth Dean awaited the rest of our "refreshing" drink. We shook off, the last of our pee landing on Dean's face and chest. I told him to let it dry on him as he climbed out of the tub.
Wanting to embarrass him more, I ordered him to go outside and let the sun dry him off quickly. He headed for the back door and I told him to take a towel and lie in the backyard (I was nice and avoided the front yard) until he was dry, then he could come back inside.
While Dean was outside I told the guys what I wanted to do next. Jeff was very excited by my plan. I told him we could take turns and he was jumping around like a little kid waiting to unwrap Christmas presents. Dean appeared at the door and said he was dry and asked if he could come back inside. I told him yes and he went into 'display' position immediately. Then he said he too had to pee.
I asked Jeff to go upstairs and get my drinking mug from Mrs. Soarer. He did so without any hesitation. I guess Jeff was used to her seeing him naked. Or he was too excited by everything that was happen to give it much thought. Regardless he came back minutes later with my mug.
I held it under Dean's dick and told him to piss. He screamed out as he pissed, the urine reigniting the fire inside his dick from the Ben Gay earlier. This was the punishment that kept on torturing. It was marvelous. Dean almost filled the 16 bounce tumbler. He automatically opened his mouth when done peeing knowing he would have to drink his own bodily fluids. I held the mug to his lips and ordered him to "chug".
Dean started to swallow as rapidly as he could but I continued to tip the mug faster than he could gulp down his warm waste water, thus spilling some down his torso into his now hairless crotch. God how sexy that looked I thought.
The only way to describe Dean at that point was to call him a trooper. He had endured quite a bit so far and was going to handle a lot more before this day was over. I tossed the mug into the laundry sink and told Dean to spread out with his back on the floor.
The three of us knelt around him, his cock was still ramrod stiff. I don't think it had gone down at all this morning. Jeff noticed and embarrassed him by saying, "Hey Dean. You sure you're not a fag like bicha, um I mean Jamie? You still got a stiffy."
Dean shot a look at me then back to Jeff and answered, "No. Before you got here Jamie ordered me to be hard all day and if I started going soft to pump it back up," he lied.
Smiling I announced it was time for another little punishment. Then I delivered the first of many, and I do mean MANY, punches to his unprotected orbs. They were soft blows, almost like love taps to start. I moved around the side of Dean and Jeff joined me in landing blow after blow to Dean's balls. We started going faster and harder. Dean knew what I was attempting to do at this point: I literally wanted to beat the cum out of his balls like they had done to me.
Not surprisingly it took a lot longer to bring Dean off than it had me. I told Dale to stuff some dirty briefs in Dean's mouth when he began groaning loudly as Jeff and I relentlessly pounded his balls. Dean eventually was brought to the edge and I debated stopping to keep him frustrated but knew it would be far more humiliating for him to shoot his load having had his balls beaten to a pulp.
The first shot was amazing, it landed just under his chin. We continued to rain down our fists driving the spunk from his tender nuts up his cock (which still burned from the inside) and splattering all across his chest and stomach. I had never seen so much come from a dick in one time. He was a covered in it.
As Dean's breathing returned to normal he followed my next directions without any questions, much to Jeff's amazement and comment of "gross." Dean scooped up every last drop of his baby makers and ate it. His upper torso was glistening with the remnants of his orgasm.
"Now who's the fag for getting off by having his balls busted?" I asked Jeff in an attempt to humiliate Dean. If it had been me in that position I would have turned bright red. Dean simply lied there awaiting his next punishment.
While we rested up a bit, Dale went upstairs and brought each of us some fruit punch and a banana. I noticed Dean's drink was in my drinking mug again. Today Dean would be drinking out of the mug previously filled with piss. If Jeff noticed he didn't mention it.
"Ok, let's get on with it. Dean, back up against the board," I ordered. Dale and Jeff strapped him in place as I got the ball weights his father had used on him to extract Dean's confession. That day I caved when his father placed the seventh pound weight on his balls. Today I would test Dean's limit myself.
I added one pound weights in the same time increments Mr. Soarer had used: 1 pound for one minute, 2 pounds for two minutes, three for three, etc., etc., etc... Dale and especially Jeff (who wasn't there the night Dean had seven pounds hanging from his balls) watched with intent interest. Jeff was absolutely amazed how far Dean's balls stretched.
The three of us verbally tormented Dean during the first 45 minutes, which went pretty fast. We told him his balls were going to be ripped off of him and that he'd never have kids or even get to cum again. By this point, nine heavy pounds were pulling Dean's nuts toward the floor. They were bright red as blood was trapped in them. His scrotum skin was taught and the veins could be seen clearly.
Yet despite the pressure he suffered mostly in silence. He would grunt or groan for the first few seconds when I added each weight, then he must have gotten into some type of mental trance to ignore the pain. Damn, is he really going to handle 10 pounds? I placed the 10th on the rope attached to his balls and he groaned the loudest and longest.
I asked Dale and Jeff to step back as I wanted to talk with Dean privately. Dale suggested they play a game and the two of them went and sat on Dale' bed to play Chinese checkers.
I whispered in Dean's ear, "I'll make you a deal. You admit to Jeff that you're a gay boy and I'll remove the weights now." Of course we both knew that wasn't going to happen. Dean shot me a sideways look as if to say, "Go fuck yourself." I grasped his still hard dick (he was amazing as I probably would have gone soft under such extreme pain) and slowly began stroking him off.
"Listen, I know you don't want to admit you're queer, even to yourself. But we both know you are. I'm going to keep adding weights until you cave. The sooner you do, the less your nuts will suffer," I spoke softly in his ear. Looking at his faceI could tell he wanted to say something and I gave him permission to speak freely.
"Fuck you fag boy. I ain't admitting to be one of you."
"Maybe you need a little more incentive then." I picked up the pace of jerking him off causing the weights to swing wildly below his already elongated sack. He moaned loudly which drew the attention of Dale and Jeff.
"Hey Dean, How they hanging?" Jeff roared referring to Dean's outstretched balls. The three of us laughed at Dean's expense.
"I gave him an option to end this but he won't take it," I explained.
"Man, your balls look like they're practically on the floor. You better give Jaime what he wants before you lose them," Jeff told Dean.
I whispered to Dean, "Just admit you're gay and I'll free you. Otherwise, I'm going to keep adding more until I run out of weights. What's that? Twenty pounds? Do you think you can handle that? Just tell Jeff you're gay. A fag. A queer boy. A limp wristed little pussy. You can do it. Save you nuts. Come on, do it. Or you might never cum again." I pumped his blood engorged cock faster causing the weights to bounce more tugging his 'bolas' harder.
Dean was a tough cookie. We were at the 5 minute mark and still no confession from him. I only had six more minutes until I added the next pound. I didn't want to do it. I was beginning to fold, and I think Dean knew it. Damn him.
I decided to up the incentive. "If you tell him, I'll cancel all of my sisters rules, except for the no shit rule. You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, wherever you want. You can touture my cock and balls to your hearts content. You can make me suck off my entire class next year in school. Hell, I'll even let them all fuck me during gym class. The sky's the limit. All that and more. Just tell Jeff you're gay. Then we'll stop today's punishment and I'll be your Bicha again. Hell, I'll be your sex slave. Imagine No Restrictions."
I couldn't believe I was willing to give Dean the ultimate power over me. I didn't want to do any of the things I just promised (ok maybe a part of me did), but I really, really, really wanted him to admit he was just as queer as I.
"I can't," he said so quietly I had to have him repeat it. DAMN. He's going to beat me at my own game. Think Jamie. If he wouldn't admit to being gay I was going to get something out of today. I smiled when I came up with my idea.
I stood face to face with Dean, our noses almost touching. Looking him directly in the eyes I quietly offered him a deal I knew he would accept. "Do you want to hook up with my friend Robby? I know you do. The other night, we weren't completely honest with you. I fucked him and he fucked me. He's as gay as gay can be. I'll arrange it so we can all be together but it will cost you." I know I was throwing Robby under the bus, though I also knew Robby wanted to get together with Dean as much as Dean wanted to get together with Robby.
"Really?" Dean asked, his interest obviously peaked.
"Yup. But all my punishment days are gone. I go back to being your Bicha, but with Marla's rules still intact. Then you, Robby, and me can have fun. Of course, you can still take the original deal and tell Jeff you're gay and I'll be you devoted and obedient sex toy. What's it going to be? Tell Jeff and have a sex object to live out all your wildest, sex filled, perverted fantasies OR get together with Robby and lose all your punishments of me?"
Looking down at the 11 pounds dangling from his balls, from which our conversation had distracted him, he mumbled, "Robby," just as the eleven minute timer dinged. I smiled and figured I'd remove the weights as this was the best I was going to extract from him and told him so.
Dean stopped me. "Jamie, wait. What do you think I would do if you as my Bicha were to spit out my cum and didn't swallow?"
"I'd never do that," I honestly told him.
"But if you did, what do you think would happen?"
"Well, I think you'd be pissed beyond words. I guess I'd deserve to be punished too."
"By a whole day?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Ok, remember that," Dean told me. "Now add the next weight," he commanded as if he was still in charge. Maybe he was, who knew.
I set the timer for 12 minutes then placed the next one pound weight to Dean's already distended balls bringing the total to twelve agonizing pounds. Dean let out a low grumbled and shook his head. I didn't have any false hope that he would admit being gay by now. When would this end? He closed his eyes and grimaced in his discomfort.
A minute later Dean opened his eyes and shouted out, "You win. You win. You can have another day to punish me. Now take the weights off. Please," he begged.
I picked up the weights relieving the pull on his boy bits which by now were red and angry looking. I thought they were literally about to pop out of the skin. I untied his nuts and he sighed in relief. Dale came rushing over and we released him from the tilting board. Dean collapsed to his knees rubbing his balls.
Did what happen really happen? Did Dean just give himself another day to be punished by me? I thought he was going to spit my cum out and have "me" give him one punishment day. What the hell? Maybe he changed his mind. Well, regardless I was glad for more time because there was a still a lot I wanted to do to him and one day wasn't going to be enough.
Dale had gone over and gotten my mug and filled it with water. Dean scarfed it down like a man in the desert. When he was done, Dean dropped the mug then he went back into 'display' position and said, "I'm ready for my next punishment Sir."
Just then Mrs. Soarer called downstairs and said lunch was ready. I told Dale and Jeff that we should get dressed and make Dean be the only naked one to go upstairs. Not that it mattered by now, but as luck would have it, my decision would be a stroke of genius.
Thursday Afternoon
Mrs. Soarer served tuna sandwiches on toast with carrots sticks and a few potato chips with more fruit punch. An apple was dessert. Just as we were about to head back downstairs the doorbell rang. I looked at Dean and told him to go answer the door. We all looked at Mrs. Soarer except Dean who had already accepted his fate and was making his way to the front door bare assed naked. Luckily for him his dick had deflated and I didn't make him pump it back up.
Standing on the front steps was a mom and her two young daughters, who looked to be around 6 and 8 years old. Mrs. Soarer went to the door and us boys stood behind her wondering just how this was going to play out and who these people were. Mrs. Soarer told Dean to hold open the door for their guests.
The mom pushed the two shocked girls inside the living room. For obvious reasons they couldn't stop gawking at Dean, or should I say at Dean's bald bits and pieces. It was wonderful watching him squirm in such an embarrassing position, though he handled it like a champ standing there not even attempting to cover his no longer private parts. Turns out she was a church friend with Mrs. Soarer and was picking up something Mrs. Soarer had sewn for her. Mrs. Soarer explained that Dean was being punished, which was indeed true even if I was the one doing the punishing.
After a few minutes of small talk, with us boys smiling from ear to ear and Dean displaying his goods for the mom and girls to see, Mrs. Soarer told Dale to get the sewing from her sewing room. Dale returned with the package and Mrs. Soarer told him to give it to Dean as he would bring it out to their car. The mom objected at first but Mrs. Soarer was insistent.
We all watched as Dean carried the sewing package out to the car stark raving naked. He never tried hiding his junk behind the sewing. His cock flopped about as he walked out to the car and placed the package in the trunk. The woman thanked him and then backed out of the driveway. Before Dean could return, Mrs. Soarer told him to get the mail.
OMG! This was fantastic. I knew now I was definitely going to expose him as much as I could like he had done to me. I figured if his mom could, then I could too. Dean walked, though quickly, to the mailbox and grabbed the mail as a car went by with the driver honking the horn having spotted the nude almost 12 year old boy with no body hair. Dean picked up his pace and practically ran back to the house and came inside handing the mail to his mom.
"No, you know better than to run. Go back and do it correctly this time. WALK."
Jeff and I looked at each other in disbelief. Dale seemed to take his mother's direction in stride. Mrs. Soarer was making Dean walk out to the street for a second time NAKED. This was unbelievably the best thing. Dale said something in Portuguese to Dean who just nodded. Latter he told us he wished Dean good luck and make him proud.
Before Dean got out the door I stopped him and said something to Mrs. Soarer. I didn't know if I was pushing my luck or not though I thought what the hell, why not try. "Excuse me, but Dean was to remain erect all day as part of his punishment." Jeff gasped in shock. Dale chuckled and said, "nice" under his breathe. "If looks could kill," would best describe Dean's reaction.
Mrs. Soarer simply nodded her head at him. Dean wrapped his hand around his softened cock and began jerking in front of not only us but his mom too. We watched as his dick expanded to its full length of 5 1/2 inches. When he was at full mast he dropped his hand to his side, his cock pointing toward the sky, the tip just poking out from its cover.
Apparently this was unacceptable to Mrs. Soarer as she issued him an instruction in Portuguese. He shook his head and squeaked out a soft, "No mama, please." Whatever it was had to be awful for him to disobey her. Mrs. Soarer never said anything else. She stared him down until Dean followed her direction.
Slowly, Dean moved his hand back to his boner and skinned it back exposing the head fully. Now being cut myself, Jeff too, we couldn't appreciate how embarrassing this was for him. Showing your dick was one thing (even to his mom's church friend, her daughters, and cars driving by), but pulling your foreskin back and showing your glans was the ultimate humiliation. I looked at Dean's face and for the first time saw him blushing. I was so glad I was dressed as my own dick was hard as nails now.
We all watched through the screen door as Dean walked all the way to the mailbox while a car drove past. There was no indication the driver or any passenger spotted him as they continued down the street. Once at the mailbox Dean faced the street and stood still. I was about to ask what he was doing when Mrs. Soarer explained he was to stand there until she told him to come back.
The next car spotted him for sure. The driver not only blew the horn she even stopped directly in front of Dean and yelled at him through the open passenger window. We watched in disbelief when she backed her car up and pulled into the driveway. She got out and took Dean by the arm leading him back to the front door.
Following quickly on their heels were two boys who jumped out of the backseat looking as if they won a million dollars. The boys looked to be around Jeff and Dean's age of 11 years old. They couldn't stop giggling at Deans' predicament. She told them to hush, "unless you want to be in the same position." That did the trick and they quieted down immediately.
Mrs. Soarer opened the door and invited them inside. She explained Dean was being punished for pulling a prank on one of us without specifying exactly what he had allegedly done. She said he was "getting a bit of his own medicine." The mom's demeanor changed when she realized he wasn't out there on his own accord but being punished.
"Ah, I see. A bit of 'an eye for an eye'." She then noticed his still red butt and the welts from the caning. "It looks as if a spanking wasn't enough. Well I hope he's learned his lesson," she said to Mrs. Soarer.
"I certainly hope so," Mrs. Soarer replied. "I am sorry he inconvenienced you." Mrs. turned to Dale and gave him a direction as he ran off to do whatever Mrs. Soarer had told him. "Dean," she commanded.
"I'm sorry for wasting your time ma'am."
"And?" Mrs. Soarer said as Dale returned with the leather strap.
Dean turned and took the leather strap from his brother and offered it to the woman and said, "If you would like, you can strap me too for exposing myself." This was deja vu. Only this time it was Dean who was going to be whipped by a stranger driving by instead of me. How wonderful!
"And?" his mother once again asked.
Defeated, Dean's voiced actually cracked when he mumbled, "Your boys too."
"Really?!" One of the boys said excitedly at the prospect of tanning the backside of another boy. "How old is he?" Mrs. Soarer said Dean was turning 12 next week. Turning to the other boy the first said, "Wow, even you have more hair 'down there' than that."
"Shut up!" The second said turning red.
"Oh, I don't think that is necessary," the woman said. The boys looked very disappointed until Mrs. Soarer convinced the woman "he deserves it." Then they lit up like a Christmas tree. This was a chance of a lifetime for them.
Dale, Jeff, and I stood watching as this woman and the two boys each gave Dean an 'over the knee' spanking landing five swats a piece on his already tender butt. Dean wasn't the only one who was hard during the beating. I saw both boys adjusting themselves before and after their turns using the leather strap. Of course the three of us were just as hard.
"Oh my goodness," the woman exclaimed upon noticing his erection. "I guess boys of that age do get those at the most inappropriate times." I noticed Dean curling his toes in humiliation, but otherwise showing no more emotion.
"Dean, shame on you for embarrassing this nice woman who was just trying to teach you a lesson. Dale, #{%^?& ^@! @&$%," she said in Portuguese. Dale returned 30 seconds later with the cane. He automatically handed it to the woman.
Dean followed his mother's direction and placed his hands against the wall and spread his feet. Mrs. Soarer didn't have a difficult time convincing this woman to administer 3 swats on each side. After all his poor butt had endured, Dean moaned quite loudly as the cane rained down on his unprotected butt. The woman obviously knew what she was doing as she made "X" marks on each cheek and placed one lower on his 'sit spot' as Dale had called it earlier.
The woman thanked Mrs Soarer and told the boys to get out to the car. After they were outside she told Mrs. Soarer she was impressed by the punishment and thought she'd use it on the boys if the opportunity ever 'arose'. The two woman laughed and said goodbye. I always wondered if they ever received a similar punishment.
Turning back to us, Mrs. Soarer told us we could head back downstairs. She then held me back for a moment as Dean, Dale, and Jeff headed for the stairs. Mrs. Soarer surprised me by telling me "don't go easy on him but no higher than number 5 for now." I didn't know what she was talking about until she handed me a black box. She said Dale would show me how it worked. Also, if I needed any help with anything else, including bringing him somewhere in public, just let her know. This was too good to be true.
Remember when I said Dean had had a Bicha before. I knew something bad had happened and was the reason for their move. Mrs. Soarer didn't want to move again and she felt Dean needed to learn a valuable lesson, even if it was the hard way. No pun intended.
Downstairs the guys were waiting for me, Dean in 'display'. I held up the mystery black box, which looked like a small tool box with a carrying handle, and asked Dale what it was explaining his mom had given it to me. Dean muttered, "Oh Fuck," and hung his head. Whatever was inside scared him.
Dale took the box from me and opened it. It had some wires, pads, and long rods inside and a few small dials on top. There was also a gauge like screen with a red needle inside. He explained, "It's an electric shocking device." (Think pre-cursor to a TENS box.) Picking up one of the metal needle like tools he said, "When the juice is on touching someone with the tip of this gives them a jolt." He turned and placed the tip up against Dean's bald scrotum. Jeff and I got the idea pretty quickly. Double Ouch. Holy fuck, his mother expected me to fry her sons nuts.
"Did mama say how high we can go?" Dale asked.
"Yeah, she said no higher than number 5, for now." Dean hung his head dreading the next punishment. Looking at the device I could see it went up to 12 so he wasn't even getting half. Apparently that was of little comfort to him.
Dale ordered Dean to bring over a desk chair, then to get some rope. Dale showed us the box explaining how it worked as Dean sat in the chair and tied his own ankles to the legs of the chair. Dale then had Jeff tie Dean's wrists to the sides of the chair. Lastly a loose bit of rope was placed around his next and secured to the back of the chair. This would prevent Dean from leaning forward.
Jeff and I still had no idea what was happening until Dale took the last piece of rope and wrapped it several times around Dean's balls. The last step of set up was to throw the other end of the ball rope over a beam in the ceiling. Dale began pulling it tighter and tighter forcing Dean to stand up, as much as he could tied to the chair. His torso was bent backwards, his pelvis pushed forward exposing his genitals. Dale tied the rope off. If Dean tried to sit down his nads were going to be in a world of hurt. Eventually his back and/or legs would get tired and the rope would do its job stretching Dean's nuts. Ooh, pure torture. I loved it and wondered when I would be in such a position.
It took another 5 minutes for Dale to finish setting up the electric shocking device. Dean was already looking uncomfortable when we returned to him. His balls were stretched by the rope around the ceiling beam. Dale asked Dean if he was ready and Dean nodded.
The machine was set a level one and Dale had Jeff and me hold out our hands. He zapped our palms with the metal needle. It was a little stronger than when you walked across the rug and touched a light switch in the dry winter air. It stung but wasn't something we couldn't handle. Though we weren't getting it on our balls where Dean was sure to feel it a lot more.
"You just tap his nuts for a second. You can't hold it there too long cause the machine will automatically cut out after 8 seconds so you don't electrocute him." Dale placed the tip against Dean's outstretched sack and tapped each ball.
"Ahhh!" Dean cried out even though he knew what to expect. Reflexes caused his body to pull back, putting additional pressure on his balls. This was wild. Looking at Jeff I could see his eyes bugging out as were mine. I didn't have long to find out what would happen at higher levels as Dale turned the machine to level two and zapped Dean again.
"Fuck," Dean blurted out. "Bro, please, don't go to five."
Dale handled me the metal rod and told me to have a turn. Dean's body had retuned to its bent backward position offering up his gonads for more shocks of electricity. I saw Dean nod to me since I was unsure of this latest punishment. This was indeed torture, CBT at its finest.
Dale told me to do both balls quickly. I followed his instructions and held the metal rod to his left then right ball very quickly. He yelled out again, "FUCK."
Jeff was more sadistic than I and was happy to take the prod from my hand. In his excitement, he touched the metal portion instead of the handle and pulled back fast having been zapped on level two. "Man, that stings. I can't imagine my balls getting that."
Retrieving the fallen prod, Jeff actually held the tip against Dean's right nut for a few seconds until Dale pulled his hand away. "Remember, just touch it fast. We'll build up to longer shocks."
Jeff did better on Dean's left nut, Dean swearing both times the rope pulling on his boys.
We did a few more rounds on level two holding the prod for longer and longer as Dale had promised. We were up to 4 seconds when Dean asked us to stop, "Please Dale, stop." Mmm, had I known of this device I might have gotten him to admit being gay earlier. Though there wasn't any desperation in his voice, yet.
"Sorry, no can do little bro," Dale told him. "How 'bout we up the juice to level 3?" He wasn't really giving Dean a choice turning the dial up. He tapped the trapped balls quickly and instead of pulling back, Dean actually thrust his genitals forward in shock. Well, maybe it was throwing his chest out and back backwards causing his junk to move forward. Whatever the reason it was both beautiful and disturbing watching his nuts gets roasted longer.
Dale handed the prod to Jeff and told him to apply it fast. He warned Jeff not to hold it there for more than a second. For once Jeff actually followed instructions and did as Dale ordered. Dean cried out as his genitals sizzled one more time.
I didn't know if I wanted a turn anymore and told Dale this. He took the prod and exchanged it for a flat pad which he adhered to Dean's ball bag. Dale told me to push a button on the machine. Knowing Dean would feel it I reluctantly followed the instructions. Dean screamed out, "Oh Holy Shit. Damn you fuckers." There definitely was urgency in his voice now. I guess the pad was worse than the prod.
Only a few more bro, you can do it," Dale told his brother. The machine was adjusted to level four. Dale could also set the time automatically so once we pushed the button it would deliver the shock for a specified duration, anywhere from 1 to 8 seconds. Currently at two seconds, Dale upped that to 3 seconds causing Dean to begin crying.
Despite our concern, Jeff and I each pushed the button frying Dean's balls at level 4 for 3 seconds. Dean looked a mess by now. I don't think he gave a crap how much tugging the rope did to his nuts as his legs had given out and he was basically suspended by his balls. Damn, that had to hurt.
Turning the machine to level 5 and the time to 4 seconds, Dale said only one shock. Since it was my day to punish Dean, the honor fell to me. I didn't want to nor could I do it. He had suffered enough. I shook my head no. Jeff had actually backed away after the last round scared by Dean's screaming.
Sweat was running down Dean's face and entire body. He looked up and croaked out, "Do it," in a hoarse voice. I shook my head no again.
"DO IT! DO IT YOU FAG! SHOCK THE SHIT OUT OF MY BALLS. OR I SWEAR YOU'LL GET EVEN WORSE WHEN YOU'RE MY BICHA AGAIN. NOW PUSH THAT BUTTON AND SHOW ME YOU HAVE THE BALLS!"
The rage in me came rushing to the surface. If he wanted his junk to suffer, it was going to suffer. Cranking the time to the full 8 seconds I slammed my hand down on the shock button.
Dean's whole body convulsed forward and backward. It looked like he was riding a bucking bronco bull he jerked around so much as his balls got 8 seconds of electric shock and were pulled taught from his body at the same time. His screaming took on a whole new level. I thought he might be singing soprano for the rest of his life because he was reaching some high notes right now.
When time expired Dean collasped and had actually passed out. Jeff didn't hang around to see if everything was ok. He said he had to go. He wasn't even fully dressed when he dashed out the door and ran home.
I was frightened I had killed Dean but Dale assured me he was breathing and would be fine. Releasing the rope tied around the beam Dean's limp body settled down in the chair. Thankfully, Dean came around as Dale and I were removing the rest of the ropes which held him in place.
Lying him on the floor I went and filled my mug with water. Dean gulped it down spilling some down his front. As I got him another refill I noticed Mrs. Soarer on the stairs watching. How long had she been there I wondered. She asked Dean if he was ok and he told her he was. She went back upstairs not saying anything else.
Handing the water to Dean I told him we were done with punishments today. He nodded his head in agreement sipping on the water. Dale put the electric shock box away and I wondered if I could have handled as much as Dean. One day I would find out.
The three of us snuggled in Dean's bed with Dean in the middle for a short nap. Dean thanked me for his punishments so far, kissed my cheek then fell asleep. Waking up some 20 minutes later I knew were all horny and needed to empty our balls. Dean had been the only one of us to shoot and that was when we beat the cum out of him.
Dean suggested we call Jeff and talk him into coming back. Matt was still at baseball camp and Mrs. Archer was running errands so he answered the phone when Dean called. He was reluctant at first until Dean dropped the bomb: SEX. Dean implied that I would be giving the daily blowjobs as Bicha.
Less than 5 minutes later Jeff walked in the basement door. We were all naked and Jeff undressed quickly which by now was typical behavior.
Standing in front of me with his hard-on Jeff waived it at me and said, "Open up."
"Not me. Bicha is doing the honors today," I said pointing at Dean. "I think it's time for our daily blow jobs. Don't you Dean?"
"What?!" Jeff exclaimed. "I knew you were going to let him do tortures to your cock and balls, but I didn't know you were going to let him do sex stuff to you. You said Bicha was sucking us off?" Jeff asked Dean.
"He is Bicha today," I reminded Jeff.
"Whoa. Awesome." Jeff now was beyond excited at the thought of his best friend sucking him off. "You gonna suck all of us or just Jamie?"
Looking my way, Dean waited for me to answer. "All of us. Me first though," I said.
Minutes later I was pumping my dick in and out of Dean's mouth. Now I had done this before when he apologized to me but with Jeff watching it was so sweet. I lasted about 8 minutes when I felt my balls tighten. I warned him I was about to shoot and sped up my thrusts. My balls fired off sending hot white cum into Dean's mouth. I groaned in pure delight.
I could tell he wasn't swallowing. Was he really going to spit it out forcing me to give him yet another day of punishment? Yup. I barely pulled out of his hot mouth when he coughed up my load and spit it on the floor.
"What the fuck?" I shouted. "You don't spit. You swallow. If I ever did that, you'd punish me big time. Just for that you've earned a third day of punishment."
Dean played his part well. Never looking up he nodded his head in agreement.
"Are you crazy?" Jeff asked in astonishment. Turning to me he said, you can't order him to do that. I assured Jeff I could as I was the Mestre' today.
"Fuck his face," I ordered Jeff. "If you spit his seed out I'll have Jeff give you a punishment day too."
True to Jeff's staying power, a short 3-4 minutes later he was filling Dean's mouth with his small watery load of immature baby makers. Dean knelt on all fours deciding what do to: spit or swallow. I told him to swallow. Jeff wanted him to spit. He spat. Jeff was elated. Dale went last and never gave his brother the chance to spit. Holding Dean's head, he fired off right down Dean's throat pulling out at the end giving Dean a small facial in the process.
"Man that was fantastic. Am I going to torture Dean for a day? For real?" Jeff asked.
"Yes," I assured him. I get two more days and you get one. Today isn't even over yet. We still have to FUCK HIM," I said.
"Sweet," was Jeff's reply.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Well there it is, or at least the beginning of Dean's punishments. Plus Dean owes Jamie two more days and now Jeff one too. Will he ever be the Mestre' again?
I know the beginning of this chapter may seem tame compared to the time spent with Dean but those embarrassing moments at home keep Jamie very grounded in reality. Besides, he will be embarrassed much more at home with his mom's new rule regarding his underwear. And if I ever get this story to the Fourth of July weekend which I have had mapped out in my head for over a year I think you'll really be surprised.
What I'd like to know is after the rest of today's punishment day (and fucking Dean) should we continue with his punishment days consecutively or save them for later? Maybe as a credit and Jamie can call them in whenever he wants.
FYI, most of the CBT in this story I have had done to me with the exception of Ben Gay on a sound in my dick, something I do NOT want to try. If any of you have had this done, please let me know how accurate I was. I should have asked before I wrote this section but I didn't want to give a Spoiler Alert.
I have a cartoon drawing of Dean tied to the chair which I came across while writing this chapter and had to include it. (Let me know if you'd like to see it.) It was perfect timing and reminded me of a time when I was hung from the shed rafters by my balls. The electric shock box in my personal experience was a stun gun. Man that was a wild, especially when I was "forced" to pull the trigger myself. Maybe something Dean or Jamie will be forced to do.
I want to bring Randolph and his brothers back into the story soon, along with getting Robby and Dean together. And of course Raymond and Darin.
Suggestions and comments are still very much appreciated as they are my only reward for writing. Please write me at DeansBicha@gmail.com