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 Five.

Thursday Afternoon continued...

Walking through their yard to the cornfields was most unnerving. Unlike my yard which had a row of tall bushes on one side and a stockade fence on the other, this yard was not very private. I could be seen three houses away.

Let me take some time to describe the houses on my street starting from my end toward the end where Mr. Mann lived. Where these kids lived will play a part of my future humiliation as the story continues. The properties were all rectangular measuring around 100 feet by 400 feet deep for approximately 1.0 acre.

House #1: No kids.

#2 Two younger girls, ages 6 and 8.

#3 One girl, my grade.

#4 Three girls high school or older.

Empty lot owned by Mr. Mann for access to farm land behind our properties.

#5 My house, high school sister and me 13 yr old boy.

#6 No kids, but three grandchildren who visit often. Girl in my grade, followed by boy and girl.

#7 Young couple no kids. Mostly fenced yard around in ground pool.

#8 Soarer's house. Two boys, 13 and 11. No privacy. Above ground pool.

#9 No kids.

#10 No kids. Both 9 & 10 had no fences or bushes to block view.

#11 7 year old Michael Kerr.

#12 Two girls 10 & 7.

#13 Two girls, high school.

#14 No kids.

Another Empty lot for farm access.

#15 Mr. Mann's daughter and her husband. High school girl, friend of my sister.

16, 17, & 18 No kids.

#19 Two boys. Matt Archer, 13, a friend of mine and his brother Jeff, 11 who would become Dean's friend.

#20 Four kids, boy 10, girl 9, boy 8, girl 5.

#21 Archer cousins. Girl in my grade. Two high school older brothers.

#22 Boy 10 and girl 9.

#23 No kids.

#24 Genaro brothers in high school.

#25 Mr. Mann and wife. Adult children out of house.

We were almost to the back edge of the yard when I asked about their mom's involvement in all this. Dean stopped dead in his tracks, tightened his death grip on my cock, and spun me around to face the back of their house. Mrs. Soarer was still on the deck and stopped her folding to watch us once she noticed. Dean instructed me to put my hands on top of my head. WHAM! I doubled over as he punched me viciously in the balls. I would have dropped to my knees if he hadn't still had my dick in a vice grip. How many times would that happen before I learned to keep my mouth shut. Dale grabbed my arms and pulled me back up standing straight. Dean lowered his hand to wrap around my tender balls now. They waved goodbye to their mom who waved back and took her basket of clean towels in the house. At the end of their property Dale picked up his duffle bag. I knew I wasn't going to like whatever was inside.

We resumed walking into the corn fields not speaking another word. I really felt like a prisoner as Dean dragged me by my nutbag, my hands on top of my head, thru the corn fields. Beyond the 300 feet of corn rows were some 100 feet of brush and trees followed by a little stream about 8-10 feet wide maybe 2-3 feet deep. It was cool running water and would eventually prevent houses being built too close to our property once a wetland commission was created. For us at that time it provided a wonderful place to cool off in the heat of summer without the expense of a pool. We couldn't swim, but we could chill out in the shallow water. The woods were maybe 50 feet on the other side of the stream.

I hoped we wouldn't go as far as the stream cause I didn't want them to ruin it for me. They would eventually discover it, but not today. We stopped right after the corn rows.

Then the questioning began about following the rules. They laughed their heads off when I described my morning with my dad and sister. While not happy that I had worn underwear to school (why did I tell them that) they were pleased with my progress thus far. When they said they really had no way to enforce the no underwear to school rule, I was going to be punished regardless each day for that infraction. I foolishly said then I might as well were my briefs if I was going to get punished anyway. Another mistake. My punishment would be doubled because I was blatantly disobeying an order. Each punishment was either 5 whacks on my ass or one hit to my nuts. I took the ten strokes because my gonads were still throbbing.

Kneeling down on all fours they graciously let me bite down on my briefs Dean had kept from yesterday afternoon to block my screams. Good thing because both Dale and Dean each delivered 5 incredibly hard smacks at the same time with ping pong paddles pulled from the duffle bag. I almost bit right thru the briefs which when stuffed into my mouth were slightly damp and had a weird taste. Dale told me after I spit them out that he and Dean had peed on them last night. Gross. I wanted to throw up.

Dean then told me what today's exercise was: running down to Mr. Mann's barn and bringing back an egg crate. It seems his mom stopped down there the day after they moved in and bought fresh eggs. Dale who was kind enough, despite Dean telling him not to, told me where they were located. Now as I mentioned earlier, I ran around naked before, but no way did I go that far, usually only a few houses in either direction. This was a 1/2 mile there and 1/2 mile back. They gave me 15 minutes to get there and back. Running along the corn row would be slow but I should be able to make it as long as I didn't encounter any problems along the way.

GO! I was off and running. I made it down to Matt Archer's house (#19 out of 25) and thought, please don't let him and his younger brother Jeff be out here. They were used to playing back here too. Matt was like Dale, only a few months younger than I was and in the grade below me though we were friends. As I started to think of the potential danger of getting caught I became aware, for the first but not last time in a situation like this, that I was erect. What would Matt think if he saw me naked, boned up, shaved smooth, and with a red glowing butt running toward the barn? I stopped running to listen for any kids playing. My hairless cock pointed northward. I even thought of rubbing one out to at least avoid the humiliation of being hard if spotted but I didn't have time.

Fuck it just go. If he did see me I could tell him it was a dare from the new kids and running without a jockstrap had given me a boner. He'd probably laugh. Luck was on my side and I made it to the barn. I saw the egg crates just where Dale told me they would be. Only problem, two workers were at the entrance to the barn having a cigarette. One looked familiar, he was the truck driver who saw me yesterday. I had to wait impatiently for them to finish and go back inside. I sprinted over to the crates, grabbed one and started back. Just as I was almost back to the start of the corn rows the farm workers must have come out. One of them whistled really loudly and shouted out, "STREAKER."

Glancing over my shoulder I saw them laughing but at least they weren't chasing me. Of course, given my skinny ass, dark hair, and age they could have figured out who I was among the boys living on the street. That is if they knew who all the kids were. I'm pretty sure the truck driver would tell the other one about me standing nude by the side of the road. I couldn't worry about that now. I had to get back in time to avoid another punishment. Sadly, I retuned after 17 minutes totally out of breathe.

Dean said, "Good job, but late. What shall it be? 5 to the ass or one to your balls?"

Now let me tell you it's very difficult asking someone to smack your balls on purpose. I chose the spanking. This time just bent me over with my hands on my knees and biting on the pee soaked briefs again. I was crying after only two whacks. This time they alternated the smacks, Dean hitting my left ass cheek while Dale hit the right. They hurt like a bitch after the earlier ones.

Spitting out my gross underwear I made the crucial mistake of questioning them again. "I thought it was only five. You hit me 5 each for ten total. That's not fair."

"Bicha, Bicha, Bicha. When will you ever learn? You don't question what we do or what we decide is best. Bend back over again for another 5," Dean ordered.

"Please. No more," I begged. "I'm sorry," I cried.

"You will be bicha. Now bend over before he adds another 5," Dale told me.

"Good idea Dale, 10 a piece it is. Or do you want to try for 15?" Dean asked.

I spun around and presented my ass to be pummeled again in record time. Dale picked up my soiled underwear and shoved it once again in my mouth. At this rate I'd be sucking all the pee out of them they were in my mouth so often.

I couldn't tell if they hit me together or alternated because I was in so much pain as tears streamed down my face. I lost my balance once and fell forward. Dean wasn't happy that I couldn't take my punishment "like a man" and said he'd work on that.

When they finished Dean ripped the underwear from my mouth and threw them at me telling me to wipe the tears and snot from my face. Standing up I cleaned my face not caring I was using urine soaked briefs. The next thing I heard was the boys laughing.

Looking over I couldn't see anything humorous about the situation, not from my perspective anyway. Seeing the confused expression on my face, Dale said, "Despite your crying bicha, it looks like part of you enjoyed that. You never lost your hard-on after running back."

Shocked wouldn't be an apt description. Flabbergasted would be closer to the truth. Yup, despite getting paddled my erection never wavered. Dean reached out and gave a light smack downward on top of my dickhead causing me to jump back as it sprang up.

"OK. Now for today's main event bicha. Some actual fag training. Kneel, hands on your head. This is your 'display' position. Remember it."

Hands on head, I dropped to my knees in the dirt as Dean approached me first. "We tossed a coin and I get to go first," he said. Dale told me much, much later that Dean was the more dominant even though he was younger and took control whenever he could. Dale was more of a control valve in case Dean went too far. By the time he told me that, I had figured it out as Dean was always first and far more aggressive.

Unlike yesterday when they just pulled out the cocks, today Dean took his shorts and t-shirt off completely. He stood directly in front of me as I looked up at him in his underwear, which was inches from my face. I could smell the funk of his briefs. They were far worse than any of my old ones. They may have been white once but those days were long over.

"Give my underwear a nice big kiss. Right here," he pointed to what was an obvious piss stain. Looking at his briefs I don't think the concept of "shaking" ever occurred to Dean. The entire pouch was yellow and stunk of stale piss. If his underwear were this disgusting, I didn't want to think about his dick.

Suddenly I'm curled up into a little ball hold my own balls. His foot connected squarely with my sack. "Stop stalling and start kissing. Remember we told you if you didn't follow directions or took too long you'd be punished. Not get up and keep kissing my briefs until I tell you to stop." A good swift kick to my tender red ass had me scrambling into position.

Glancing up at Dean before I planted my lips on his gross underwear I could see him smiling his evil smile down at me. I would learn to be fearful of that sinister grin. WHAM. I'm down for the count again as he delivers a second gut wrenching kick to my tender orbs. At this rate I was going to have crushed nuts before the day was over.

Dale was laughing but told his younger, more sinister brother to go easy on me cause "he's just learning." He didn't put an end to it but something was better than nothing.

"He's got to learn. Can't be too easy on him at the start." Dean placed his left foot directly over my gonads and applied pressure, twisting his foot in the process. He was literally crushing my nuts as I laid on the ground at his feet. Without being told I extracted myself from under him and knelt before his smelly junk.

"Now you're learning bicha. Seems a few hits to your balls made you lose your boner. That's good to know." What the spanking didn't do, two direct kicks to my balls did. I was no longer hard.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Over and over I kissed all around the growing bulge in his underwear. As I knelt their planting my lips all over his expanding junk I became aware of my own stiffening dick.

"Enough. By the looks of you, we also know what makes you hard. You definitely are a queer. Now pull my briefs down," he ordered. When I reached for them he tapped the top of his foot against my sore balls. Scared I'd receive another ball bashing I looked up at him awaiting further instructions. "With your teeth bicha. Be careful. Don't bite me or you'll regret it."

I knew neither my butt nor balls could withstand any more punishment. As carefully as I could, I grasped his briefs with my teeth just to the side of his package where his totally erect dick had pushed them out. They only slipped out once before I had them pulled down to his thighs. Dean pushed them the rest of the way down his legs and off.

"Pick those up and put them with my other clothes."

I wisely stopped myself from using my hands. I bent over and delicately picked them up in my teeth. Looking at his brother Dean said, "Wow. We really have to teach him everything, don't we? Drop them."

They landed right at Dean's feet. I was confused. What could I have possibly done wrong? Dale laughed and said, "Come on bro, we gotta get going, it's getting late. Listen bicha. It's ok to use your teeth to pull them off of us, but when you carry them around in your mouth you gotta use you lips. And before Dean has a fit, you always grab them by the pouch or crotch not the waistband."

These guys were sick. Their way I'd be forced to taste either the rancid piss stains or skid marks. I chose the piss stains dropping them on top of his shorts.

"Come back over here bicha." When I was in front of Dean again he said the word I knew was ultimately going to be spoken: "Suck."

Then uncharacteristically patient, Dean leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'll put it on words you can understand. Fag are meant to be Abused, Humiliated, and Service Real Men." Standing back up in a much louder voice he continued, "So Start Sucking My Fucking Dick You Useless Cocksucking Fag!"

I just looked at him in disbelief. He was almost 4 inches long, his balls hadn't really dropped, and he had maybe two dozen soft pubic hairs. This was crossing a line that I didn't know if I really wanted to cross though it didn't look like I had many options. I once again took too long and was soon rolling around on the ground after he connected his foot to my unprotected balls for the third, or was it fourth time.

"SUCK! 5...4...3..."

I was kneeling before him with his uncut, smelly, mostly hairless, almost 4 inch dick in my mouth before he reached 2. My first thought was I'm actually doing it. I had indeed dreamed of this moment, but not under these circumstances. I instinctively worked my tongue around his head.

"Yes, now that's a good cocksucking bicha boy."

After the initial shock wore off, I began to taste his dick. Being my first time sucking I had nothing to compare, but I could taste his funk. Seems Dean wasn't the most hygienic and later would purposely go unwashed for several days saving his dick cheese for me to clean. Gross. He started to piston in my mouth, my first face fuck too.

I heard the whirl of the polaroid camera and knew this moment was being captured for history. He began shaking and his dick spat out a small amount of watery cum which slid down my throat. He withdrew from my mouth one happy camper. "Sweet," was all he said.

Dale then handed the camera to his recovering brother and dropped his shorts and briefs without taking them off. He slipped his cock into my now willing mouth. He had a much cleaner scent and his pubes tickled my nose. He was about 4 1/2 inches and I was able to swallow him whole. He let me control the tempo and I think I enjoyed blowing him as much as he enjoyed getting blown. Maybe it had to deal with their good guy/ bad guy personalities. He shot 5 or 6 spurts of sweet 13 year old boy cum and it tasted great as I held it in my mouth not wanting to swallow.

"Swallow It. Don't even think of spitting that out. Spitting is Quitting," Dale commanded. A motto by which I still live today. I heard Dean laughing in the background followed by the whirl of the camera, capturing Dale's blowjob on film as well.

"Time to head back. Let's go bicha.," Dean said as he started walking back to the house.

By now it was close to 4:30 and the factory commuter traffic would be ending soon. Dean made me run up and get my clothes near the basement door. When I returned they turned and headed up to my house along the back edge of the yards. This was way too close for comfort. When I did this on my own, I was either in the middle of the corn field or like today, all the way behind it. Now I was visible from the two homes between our houses.

We got to my house and they wanted to see it. Since my yard was very private I was reasonably comfortable walking naked thru the yard and in the kitchen door. As I showed them around they took note of where my bedroom window faced and the layout of the house. I didn't know why they were curious, and I wasn't going to ask for fear of being ball punched. I left my clothes in my room as we headed back outside to the garage.

I opened both garage bay doors as instructed and faced the street. I hesitated to tell them which parent got home first until Dean grabbed my nuts and squeezed (he seemed to like ball torture). I blurted out that my mom got home by 5:20-5:30 and my dad around 6:00-6:30. It was 4:45 now.

For the next 15 minutes I had to face the street after I pumped myself up fully. This again? Nobody would probably notice me as the garage is set back off the road and I was protected by the side walls, but it was nerve racking none the less. While I and my erection stood there tall, Dean proceeded to tell me a few more rules I would have to follow.

Rule 5: I was to dress in what they told me or gave me. I would be required to change whenever and wherever they instructed. I had to wear the clothing as they wanted too. My confusion showed on my face and Dale explained maybe I'd have to wear my shoes on the wrong feet. I knew it wouldn't be something that simple.

Rule 6: I was to expose myself whenever and wherever they told me to do so. Dean was very "generous" as he told me it could be something simple like being seen in a mens room. Easy I thought, just stand back a little more than usual. He was one step ahead of me and detailed what was acceptable: pulling my shorts down to at least my knees like a 4 year old to pee while pulling my shirt up, having a hard on and stroking for 30 seconds, or sitting in a cubicle and not closing the door as I did my business.

Eventually we would ride our bikes to the strip mall about 2 miles from the end of our street. There were three mens rooms available for use. The two gas stations provided additional opportunities. We would be there a lot this summer. There would be other exposures as well but he didn't detail them.

Rule 7: I was to give Dale and Dean blowjobs daily whenever and wherever they wanted. I saw that one coming, no pun intended. It was the wherever that bothered me the most. If I didn't suck them off daily, I got penalized an additional suck. Which meant, if I missed one day, the next I had to make up for the previous day with two blowjobs plus the current day. One missed day amounted to giving them three EACH the following day. Missing 2 days resulted in 5 a piece, so I never wanted that to happen.

It was now 5:00 and Dale pulled out the rope from yesterday. Great, another tie up job. They knew that it had taken me about 10 minutes to free myself yesterday, so today's tie up job would be a little tougher. Stripping me of my socks and sneakers they had me standing in my mom's side of the garage and raise my hands toward the rafters. Throwing the rope over the ceiling joists Dale began to warp my hands almost doubling the amount of rope. This would be cutting it close. I couldn't let my mom find me like this. Noticing that I was looking at the knots, Dean placed my urine soaked briefs over my head and secured them with one of my tube socks. This was too much. I began to plead with them to release me. Dean squeezed my boy bits hard once again to shut me up fast.

It took me 22 minutes to release myself. Dean and Dale were watching the though the side window and waved to me as they left after I finally got myself free. If my mom had driven in they could escape without being seen. Not sure how I would have explained my situation. Years later I learned of Dean's plan to prevent mom from finding me. He wasn't about to spoil his fun so soon.

I gathered up all the rope, my soiled briefs and socks and sneakers and headed into the house. I was still in the kitchen when mom pulled into the driveway. I made a mad dash to my room and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. I was watching TV when she came in. Phew. My sister came home shortly after mom, odd I never heard a car drop her off.

After dinner I was in my room doing homework when I notice my dresser drawers weren't fully closed. I found a note in my underwear drawer and the worst pair of old briefs. "We will have replacements for these by this weekend. You can wear the one we left you instead of your piss soaked one around the house. Better start practicing Rule Four for when we sleep over.

Damn, all my new briefs were gone. This was not good. Dad had just measured me this morning to ensure the correct size too. Dale and Dean knew this so how were they going to switch them so my mom wouldn't be suspicious when she did laundry.

More immediate concerns, how was I going to start to walk around in my briefs. Maybe I'd go to the bathroom in them. Maybe I could sit at my desk and study in them. Yeah, that would maybe get me more comfortable being in just them. I slipped off my t-shirt and shorts and put on the very worn briefs they left me. It was a pair from two years ago which were way too small and had several holes with plenty of pee, cum, and skid marks in them. Mom told me to throw out the really bad ones but I hadn't yet. Now this raggy thing was the only one I had left. Better than nothing I thought. Those words would come back to haunt me.

It was getting close to bed time and I was finishing up my homework. My mom must have seen my light still on under the door as she was heading to her room. Dad went to bed earlier as he got up early in the morning. Knock, knock. It had to be either mom or sis. "Calm in," I said in not much more than a whisper.

Mom opened the door and poked her head in, "Still doing homework?"

"I'm done," I replied, closing my books and looking up at her.

"That's good. Your dad told me about your new sleeping attire. Or un-attire." My faced turned red and warm as I looked down at my desk. "That's fine honey, if that makes you comfortable. We know you're growing up." She then held her arms out for a good night hug. Could I do this in just these old, worn out briefs. I have to start sometime and this is as good of a time as any so I walked over to her and gave her a big hug.

"Good night mom."

"Good night sweaty. Did you brush your teeth?"

"No, I'll do them now." This was it, no point in putting on anything else to brush my teeth as I was going to go to bed now that I had their ok to sleep naked. I could feel the sweat in my pits as I walked with my mom down the hall to her bedroom. I'm really doing it I thought. My dad was snoring, his boxers lying on the floor. He was, of course, sleeping nude.

She got changed in her room as I stood at the sink brushing my teeth. I couldn't see her where she was standing which meant she couldn't see me. As I finished spitting and rinsing my mouth out, I looked up in the mirror and jumped having been startled when I saw her reflection. She didn't look happy.

"Jamie, I just bought you new underwear. I told you to throw the old stuff away. Look at those briefs, they are too small, are stained and have holes in them."

My face was on fire as I shrugged my shoulders and said, "They're comfortable mom. Nobody sees them. It's not like I walk around in my underwear."

"You just did mister. Besides, you can walk around in your underwear all you want, your father does. Those just look terrible."

"Oh mom, comfort first. They don't bother me." I laughed. Not knowing what Dean was going to replace my underwear with, I had better be prepared to stroll around in these old rags. But they did bother me to the max though I tried to play it "cool". If I was going to be in just my briefs, I would have preferred them to be the nicer new, bigger ones.

"Boys!" She said rolling her eyes. "Well, throw out those old ones. Good night honey." She gave me a kiss and I dashed back to my room.

I did it! I had managed to walk down the hall in just my underwear. Not only was mom was ok with it she doesn't care if I walk around in just my briefs again. I knew dad wouldn't care either. My sister would probably love to make fun of me but I couldn't do anything about that. Now I just had to continue to do it. The thought scared me to death. What if I got excited. I looked down and sure enough I had started to fill out, but was only puffed up maybe 50%. If I had been in my new briefs it wouldn't have been so evident.

Just as I got to my bedroom door, Marla came out of her bedroom heading to the bathroom. Our bedroom doors were side by side at the opposite end of the hall from our parent's bedroom. Stopping me dead in my tracks, Marla blocked my door prolonging my exposure. "Nice to see you're finally wearing something, those it isn't much is it?"

"What?"

"Nothing. I'm just surprised you're walking around in your briefs NOW." Why did she emphasize "now"?

"So what's the big deal? Dad walks around in his underwear all the time. You go to the bathroom in yours sometimes too." I was trying to justify it not only to her but myself as well. My sister is staring right at my package embarrassing me more and more which had its inevitable results. I almost have a full blown erection by now. I need to get into my bedroom quickly.

Marla smiles and says, "Well, it does look like a big deal in those tiny briefs. You know if you toss one off before going to sleep, maybe you wouldn't have to sleep naked." Laughing she walks into the bathroom. As she shuts the door she makes the universal hand sign of jerking off and breaks in gales of laughter.

Closing my door I flopped into bed and pulled off my underwear, my now hard dick slapping against my stomach. WTF just happened? My sister was bound to tease me eventually. I knew it would happen so maybe she won't anymore, with any luck.

Thinking about everything else that had happened today soon had me fisting my cock. I wasn't too thrilled about the spanking even if I didn't lose my erection. The ball punch and kicks hurt like a bitch. I was hoping to avoid those as much as I could. Unfortunately for me those turned out to be one of Dean's favorite things, my poor balls.

Thoughts of sucking my first and second dicks had me at the edge of blasting off. Despite Dean's dick being dirty with a bit of dried headcheese he didn't shoot all that much yet. Dale on the other hand really allowed me to control the pace and with his much cleaner cock the experience was rather a pleasant one. I fired off several volleys of cum on my chest, the first landing dead center above my nipples, the rest down my torso until the last few ran down my hand and shaft.

I looked at my cum covered hand and thought I should try eating it again. Placing a small amount on the tip of my tongue the taste wasn't bad, though I no longer had the desire to swallow my own load. Reaching over to my old worn briefs I wiped the rest of my spunk up and tossed them on the floor. I quickly fell asleep happy after my orgasm wondering what tomorrow would bring.

To Be Continued...

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