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.
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So after lunch us boys, or should I say four boys and two bichas, went outside for a bit of 'fun' as the boys' mothers chatted inside. Dean was very quick to ask his older cousin Joe for the tug of war rope. With a smile, Joe produced a piece of rough looking rawhide leather, which in my opinion was way too thin for us to play tug of war.
Seeing the confused look on my face Dean explained how it was played. Instead of holding it in our hands, Ian and I would have it tied around our balls. With our hands tied behind our backs we would pull each other by our sacks. This was going to hurt. However, the stakes were high, the winner could fuck the loser. Certainly worth the pain.
Dean and Joe tied the leather around Ian's nuts before doing mine. Paulie and Dale were marking off the area where we would compete. The first to pull the other across the center line would win. We started five feet back from the centerline. This was not only going to hurt, but it was going to be a long contest.
Once everything was in place, Joe counted down, "3,2,1, GO!"
Before I knew what happened, I felt a huge tug on my nuts as they were practically ripped off my body. I stumbled forward because if I fell, they certainly would have been torn free. In under 10 seconds I was across the centerline, Ian had won.
All the boys thought that was way too quick so they decided it should be the best two out of three. I had another chance to win. The second contest lasted maybe 15 seconds this time. Ian had obviously done this before. I didn't ever stand a chance.
"Ok, your bicha is getting better, but still too slow and weak. Let's try 3 out of 5," Joe offered. Dean smiled and accepted. Did they really think I could win the next three to take the match. Regardless, Dale repositioned us holding onto the center of the leather. He looked at me and nodded.
"You can do this bicha," he told me. I appreciated the encouragement but didn't believe it myself. What I noticed during the 2nd round was just how quickly Ian had pulled. Maybe that was the trick, get a jump start on your opponent.
I heard Dean counting down and was prepared to pull hard when I heard him yell, "GO." And I did. Oh fuck, this hurt. The first two rounds were over so fast I barely felt the pulling of my nuts. This time even Ian was a bit surprised I was fighting back. Our ball sacks were straining being pulled away from our bodies. The leather was digging into my tender skin. I noticed my nuts trapped at the bottom of my bag turning red from the pressure. But I was doing it!
Alas, he was just toying with me. After a half a minute, Ian looked up at me and smiled as he said, "Give up. My balls are much tougher than yours." With that declaration made, he took one step backwards. I had to follow otherwise I knew I'd suffer permanent damage. Even though I was more than happy to lose and get fucked by this good looking 16 year old, I guess I wanted to win for my Mestre'. Grunting I lifted my right foot to step back and that's when Ian took the opportunity to drag me across the centerline. He had won yet again. The boys all cheered my valiant attempt. Dean, either wanting me to save face by at least winning one round or wanting me to suffer more, said, "Four out of seven."
In my excitement to get a good start in the fourth round, I 'false started' by pulling before 'GO' was called out. My penalty was I had to stand with a three pound weight hanging from my nuts for 5 minutes. Ian got to have his balls freed and was able to message the circulation back into them. Dean told me the weight would actually make my balls stronger and I should do better.
While I didn't believe him, it seemed to be working. After about a minute, I had somehow managed to pull Ian half the distance toward the finish line. Was I actually going to win a round? My poor nuts were bright red at this point as my legs shook under the pressure. Ian laughed and said, "Sorry bicha," before he started taking small steps backwards. He was prolonging my agony.
Slowly, step by step, Ian went backwards as I inched closer and closer to losing. I wanted to just give up but Dean was encouraging me to stay strong. "Come on bicha, you can do. Pull hard!"
I cried out and fell back pulling Ian forward. Unfortunately, I actually fell down causing Ian to tumble on top of me. Neither of us had managed to pull the other over the winning line, but I was declared the loser for falling down.
"Your bicha is getting better. Too bad he got disqualified that round. Wanna try 5 out of 9?" Joe asked Dean.
"Absolutely," Dena quickly agreed. "How about we make it more challenging? I think my bicha does better under more pressure." Joe agreed asking what Dena had in mind. "I think we should hang 3 pound weights from their bolas. Really stretch them out. And we should increase the distance to 10 feet."
"Why not 5 pounds?" Joe countered. Oh fuck.
"Do it!" was Dean's response.
Despite wanting to make Mestre' Dean proud of me, the fifth and final round was agonizing. I never had a chance. From the moment the 5 sounds were hung from my balls I was already in discomfort. Ian just smiled at his. He toyed with me for a few minutes then eventually wanted his prize and dragged me the 10 feet across the room to victory.
How I wanted my nuts freed in the words way now that it was over. Yes I lost but I didn't care. Just stop the ache and remove the weight from my balls. It wasn't to be exactly.
"Hey, Dean, your bicha shows some promise. Maybe mine can train him a bit while we go swimming," Joe suggested. The cousins had a pool in their backyard too. Everyone but me thought that was a good idea, though I didn't voice my objections.
Our hands were finally untied. I had to work my arms to stretch them out from being confined for so long. Joe brought the two of us over to what looked like a shuffleboard court. There was a small wagon and some more weights at one end. Joe attached the wagon handle to my balls using a one inch wide leather strap. Positioning me so the wagon was behind me and the handle between my legs I knew what was coming next.
"So my bicha is going to add weights to the wagon as yours pulls it from one end to the other. Mine can add as much or as little." Joe then handed Ian a black stick which turned out to be a riding crop. "Use this on bicha's ass to move faster. Or anywhere else you think it's needed," Joe instructed Ian.
"Yes Mestre'," Ian replied.
"As an incentive, if you manage to get it to pull 20 pounds down the court in 20 seconds or less, you may hang it while you fuck it." I didn't know what Joe meant by 'hang it while you fuck it,' but was nervous by the statement none the less.
"Ooh. Really? Thank-you so much Mestre'," Ian all but groveled.
Joe and Paulie considered Ian nothing more than a sex object and called him 'it' often. Dean had originally done that with me but Marla had put an end to that. At times like this I wanted to be on an equal footing with Ian and wasn't bothered by the use of the word 'it'. How very strange I thought.
"You have 45 minutes. Good Luck."
The boys ripped off their clothes and jumped in the pool to skinny dip while Ian told me to put my hands on my head. He said we'd start out small, putting only 3 pounds in the wagon. With a quick flick of his wrist, the riding crop prompted me in motion very fast.
After the tug of war and additional weights from before, I practically sprinted down the length of the shuffleboard court. Ian praised me that it only took 12 seconds but warned I had a long way to go. Increasing the weigh did indeed slow my time down. We continued until I dragged 12 pounds in 21 seconds. Ian started increasing the use of the riding crop to encourage me then. They landed like bee stings on my tender butt cheeks. My time reduced to 18 seconds.
Fifteen pounds took longer, 24 seconds. Ian was determined to win his extra incentive and began tapping my balls with the crop. After all, they were an open target being stretched out behind me as I walked down the court. Thankfully, Ian didn't deliver full strength blows to my balls but rather used a series of gentle taps. Though the threat was there he could increase the force at any time.
Eighteen pounds had me grunting and groaning. I did manage to do it on the fourth attempt in exactly 20 seconds. With only 6 minutes remaining, Ian increased the weigh to 20 pounds. The first try was a ball busting, agonizing 26 seconds. By the eighth pass, I had managed to cut the time to 22 seconds.
Ian told me I better do it in 20 seconds this time, no excuse. I got nervous when he smacked the riding crop against his own palm. I took my place and he yelled "GO." I took two giant steps forward, my poor balls dragging the weighted wagon behind. The next thing I felt was the crop landing first on my left cheek, then my right, followed in quick succession directly on my nuts. HOLY FUCK that hurt.
Ian repeated the swats, left, right, balls, until I crossed the line in a surprising 19 seconds. Ian made me to it one last time before our training time was up. The boys hopped out of the pool and Ian put me in position to prove I could meet my, or should I say Joe's, goal.
Joe yelled 'GO' and I took off. Ian was not allowed to use the crop on me. I had to do this all by myself. There was nothing in it for me, as far as I knew, if I did it or not in the given time. Yet For Ian, whatever his extra prize was, I wanted him to have it. I strained and struggled pulling the 20 pound wagon the entire length of the shuffleboard court in 20 seconds.
Everyone cheered as I crossed the finish line. Even though I had done the task in the required time, Ian was congratulated on training me so well. That didn't surprise me and I was actually happy for him. That was until I learnt what his extra prize was. If my balls had suffered before, they hadn't seen anything yet.
"Good job bicha," Joe patted Ian on the back. I didn't think you could make it do that. You deserve your reward." Turning to me he said, "bicha, you are so going to hate this. Let's go inside."
I nervously looked over at Dean who just smiled back at me. As we headed to the basement 'playroom' as they called it, I relaxed some when Dean whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you. Promise."
The cousin's basement 'playroom' was a milder version of what would be called a sex dungeon today. There was a tilting board like at the Soarer's house. In addition there was a sling and lots of pulleys hanging from the ceiling. There was a whole section of whips, straps, and paddles. An assortment of dildos in various sizes, shapes, and colors sat perched on a table in the corner. There was another area that had items I couldn't even describe having no clue how they might have been used. For the time period, it was quite impressive. Of course, to my 13 year old eyes, I was both shocked and amazed.
Joe and Paulie moved me over to a mat on the floor. Above it was a pulley with a half inch rope threaded through it. At the end of the rope was a metal clasp of some sort. It was about 1 1/2 inches long by a half inch wide. It opened by turning a screw like device on one side. Slipping it around my balls and retightening the screw my balls were secure from slipping out. Pulling on the rope forced me to raise my butt off of the floor so only my shoulders and feet were on the ground. Joe handed the rope off to his younger brother Paulie who tied the other end off. I was now partially suspended by my balls. This was not looking good.
"Ok, this is my bicha's reward. I don't think yours is ready for a full fledged hanging, but we can show him what mine can do. Paulie, go get the picture book." Paulie sprinted off and returned moments later with a photo album. Turning to a marked page, Joe held the book up so I could see the picture. OH MY GOD!
I'm sure you've heard the phrase, "Hang him by his balls." Well, there was Ian, literally hanging only by his balls by the very same clasp which was presently around my nuts. How was that even possible? He was blindfolded and had his hands tied behind his back. His entire body was arched backwards as he was probably hoisted up off of the floor by his balls. WOW!
"Tell this one how long you lasted bicha," Joe told Ian.
"One minute, 12 seconds, Mestre'."
"Pretty damn good, wouldn't you say?"
"Very impressive," Dean answered.
"Amazing," was Dale's reply.
"I'm slowly working towards two minutes. It will be quite the feat when I get it done," Joe proudly said as if it were his accomplishment. They were Ian's balls after all. Shouldn't he get the credit.
"So anyway, back to my bicha's reward. It actually doesn't get to fuck your bicha, more like uses yours to jerk off. Bicha, get in place."
Ian moved between my legs. "Lubricate," was Joe's next order. Ian wasted no time in lifting my legs up and placing them on his shoulders. I squeezed my legs tight to his neck. If I wasn't so afraid of what would happen to me if they fell off of his neck, I would have enjoyed it more when he began rimming me.
After a few minutes of excellent oral action, his tongue worked magic up my hole, Ian pulled his face away and claimed, "Ready Mestre'."
Sitting back on his haunches, Ian held his rigid pole upwards as he allowed me to put me feet back on the floor. With only my shoulders and feet on the floor my asshole was lowered over Ian's dick. Joe started, but did give everyone else a chance to control the tempo of my fucking. I was hoisted up and down by my balls, faster and faster. My legs, which were already tired from dragging the wagon earlier weren't going to last long. I figured they had better last as long as Ian needs, otherwise I'd be pulled up strictly by my tender orbs.
Thankfully, I endured until Ian cried out in ecstasy and filled my chute with his baby makers. I could feel the warmth of his seed lining my love tunnel and was pleased I could provide him with such pleasure. "Thank-you Mestre', it has been such a long time." He would tell me later that afternoon it was the first time he was allowed to cum in over 24 days. WTF?!
I foolishly thought I would be lowered and my ordeal was over. How wrong I was. Joe pulled the rope a bit tighter and secured it. I was now practically on my tip toes and the tops of my shoulders attempting to keep the pressure off my gonads. Getting behind me, Joe slid his hard cock up my chute next. The rewards for his bicha beating Dean's bicha. He rocked me back and forth, several times lifting my feet off the ground resulting in me crying out.
At one point, even Dean told him to go easy. "You're too weak. Bichas need to toughen up," Joe told Dean.
"My bicha is still pretty new. I don't want to have a repeat of my last one."
"Yeah. Right. I guess that makes sense," Joe said as he slowed down some. A cold chill went down my spine when Dean mentioned something happening to his last bicha. I wonder what it was.
Regardless, Joe pounded away a few more minutes causing my nuts to feel the pressure. I wished I could have enjoyed the fucking more, but my poor balls wouldn't allow me to concentrate more on his pounding. He filled me soon enough then called out, "Next."
Dale took his place, I guess it was going in age order and Joe was a few weeks older than Dale. Dale surprisingly didn't show me any mercy either. Dean was third, even though I was his bicha. I knew he would have preferred to go last, thus having his cock surrounded by the other boys' cum, but wasn't able to change the predetermined order of oldest to youngest. Paulie went last and rabbit fucked me fast and furiously. I swung by my increasingly tender nuts until he to squirted a bit of boy juice up my ass.
Following Joe's orders, Ian then placed his mouth under my hole and I was told to release 5 loads of sperm into Ian's mouth. How lucky for him I thought as I could feel the river of boy batter pouring from my ass.
When his mouth was full, Ian moved around placing his lips over mine. As he opened his mouth to deposit the combined 5 loads, someone released the rope and I collapsed on the ground. My balls had survived. I drank in the spunk like it was the last thing on earth to eat or drink. While I wished I had been able to get it straight from the taps from which they came, this was kinda kinky.
The boys left us bicha 'to rest a bit.' We heard them jump in the pool to clean off. I looked at Ian and thanked him.
"No, thank-you bicha. By the way, what's your name?" he asked.
"Jamie."
"You did really well. Most new bichas wouldn't have been able to take half the abuse that you did. You have one tough set of balls." He reached over and gave them a squeeze.
"Thanks, so do you..."
"Ian," he told me. No I didn't actually know his name until that moment.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"How did you manage to hang from your balls like that?"
"Oh, little by little. Today was the start for you. You'll get there soon enough. What did you think about it?" he asked me.
"Well. It looked painful. But it also looked way HOT." We both laughed.
"You have to be in a certain mind set. Almost like a trance. Then you don't feel it. As much," he added.
"Oh." After a long silence he wanted to know what else was on my mind. "Two things. You said it had been such a long time since you came. How long? Aren't you allowed to cum?" I inquired.
"Oh no never without permission. I would be punished severely. I don't want that to happen again," Ian stated with fear in his voice.
"But when you are home or don't see Joe can't you have fun on your own. I have other friends I mess around with."
"No. I have nobody else. You're lucky. My Mestre' would never allow me to 'have fun' with anyone he hasn't given permission for."
"I want to be a good bicha," I told Ian before continuing, "but sometimes you just have to rub one out. How can you not do it when you are horny at home?" I pressed him.
"Because I had a whole month of torture. I never want to go through that again." Ian explained it to me. Seems like the cousin's father, the good old doctor, had several mid-evil Victorian age devices which prevented boys from masturbating. He described two of them to me in detail and I was shocked. They certainly weren't like any of today's ball trap chastity devices. They were much more primitive in style but apparently worked none the less. Actually, it was totally impossible to pull yourself from one, unlike today's models unless you have a PA to prevent you from doing so. I almost didn't believe him, but then again why would he lie about it. I hoped I would never have to experience such a torture. We can only hope.
"What's the second thing?" Ian asked.
"Do you know what happened to Dean's first bicha?" I asked.
The shocked look on his face told me I screwed up. "You call him by his name? I can only refer to my master as Sir or Mestre'."
"Sometimes. Yeah."
"Wow, you are SOOOO lucky. I'd probably get hung by my balls then have them beaten."
"Oh, sorry."
Looking over his shoulder nervously, Ian whispered, "I can't tell you about the first bicha. You need to ask your Mestre'. Sorry."
We sat quietly for a few more minutes. Then it was my turn to ask him what was on his mind. He smiled and ran his fingers across my regrown pubic hairs. They were filling in nicely and almost back to normal. I was so glad Dean allowed me to keep them. Ian then lifted my arm and felt my underarm hair. He commented how he wished he could grow some. When I asked him to explain he said when Joe turned 11, Ian at 13 became Joe's bicha. Ian being light skinned with a fair complexion and blonde hair didn't start growing any body hair until after he was a bicha. Joe had never allowed Ian to grow any body hair. Using depilatory cream and electrolysis Ian was kept airless from the neck down.
Except for some sprouting pubes when he was almost 14, which Joe immediately pulled out, Ian never knew what body hair was. He envied me for being allowed to keep mine. I told him how I was originally shaved by Dean, then he allowed me to keep it. I was still always concerned because at one point Dean did say I would be going to school bald, though he also promised he nor any of the guys would ever shave me, nor would I myself be forced to do so.
Ian laughed and said, "Well, if there is a way he can find to make you go to school without pubes, he will. Trust me." I was fairly confident Dean wouldn't do that, but there was always a doubt. Maybe a bigger one now.
Just then the boys came back inside. Paulie was squirming around. I could tell he needed to relieve himself. Yup, you guessed it, though we switched things around. I swallowed Joe and Paulie's piss while Ian drank Dale and Dean's. When we finished, all of us jumped into the pool and horsed around until it was time to leave.
We got back to the Soarer's house around 4:30. I had to be home by 6:00, so there was time to 'play' as Dean called it. We headed downstairs. Dean asked me what I thought of Ian. I told them I was astounded by him being able to be hung by his balls. Dean and Dale were just as impressed. I almost brought up how I liked how smooth he was, but was worried after what Ian suggested, to plant that seed in Dean's brain. Same with the anti-masturbation contraption. So instead, I mentioned how good looking he is. Both agreed.
About ten minutes after we were downstairs, Mr. Soarer came home. It was a bit early but I didn't give it much thought until I heard him coming downstairs. Now in all the time I had been hanging out over the Soarer house, the only time I remember Mr. Soarer being down here was when he removed the silver wire from Dean's foreskin closing it shut. Ouch.
There was another man with him. He was a few years older than Mr. Soarer with a bit of gray in his hair. He was taller than either Mr. Soarer (which wasn't hard to do) or my dad (not much of an accomplishment there either). He was well built and was dressed in a suit and tie.
"Ah, bicha, good. I want you to meet someone," he said presently this strange man to me. "This is James, he is MY bicha. Next month it will be 30 years James has served me."
The man extended his hand to shake. In shock I took his hand in mine. Did Mr. S. say this was HIS bicha? Had they really been together 30 years? Would I still be with Dean that long? This was too much to handle. I couldn't even reply when this adult bicha said how nice it was to meet me. I stood there with my mouth open continuing to pump his hand up and down.
Laughing at me, Mr. Soarer nodded and James released my hand. "Don't be shocked. You didn't think being a bicha was just for children did you? You can't change the stripes on a tiger you know. Once a bicha, always a bicha." He and the boys laughed as James, the adult bicha and I stood there grinning at each other.
"James, Position," Mr. Soarer ordered. Immediately James began removing his clothes and folding them neatly. Once he was naked, he placed his feet shoulder width and clasped his hands behind his head. The first thing I noticed, like Ian, James had no body hair. Oh god, I felt the pit of may stomach sink. I knew then Ian was right, I too would loose mine all too soon.
The second thing I noticed, James was circumcised. That itself was a bit strange since guys his age usually weren't. While the overwhelming majority of kids in the United States were in 1974 (sad but true) the practice didn't begin until after WWII. My dad, Mr. Soarer, and James were all born previously.
The third thing was the real SHOCKER. James had a thick, metal ring through the head of his penis which somehow didn't appear to have any opening to it. Without internet like today, I had no idea what a Prince Albert piercing was. Mr. Soarer explained it to me. He said James had started with a smaller ring and gradually increased ring sizes until he reached this size. It was almost 1/4 thick. Holy shit. It had actually been welded shut, making it permanent. Mr. Soarer explained it was most helpful in locking him down at times.
My confused expression led Mr.Soarer to continue his explanation. Telling James to "Present," James spun around, bent over, and pulled his butt cheeks apart. I was now looking at an adults asshole. That wasn't what Mr. Soarer was showing me though. It was an identical ring which had been put in the area between his balls and hole. (I didn't know the word taint back then.)
James stood there as Mr. Soarer pulled out a small brass padlock slipping it between the two rings and locking it shut. "Position." James stood back up, turned around again with his hands behind his head. His dick was now locked down under his balls. He would not be able to get hard. The ultimate in male chastity, even by today's standards.
Seeing the look of horror on my face, Mr. Soarer said, "Relax bicha. You are far too young for that. It will be years before you reach this stage." Did he really mean this would happen to me someday? Despite the cruelty of it, I was now rock hard.
Walking over to the bedroom area of the downstairs, Mr. Soarer called me over. "It has been quite the busy day for you. I have heard everything that has happened, from your exposed physical, to your tug of war, to the subsequent suspension by these," he said as he gently rolled my nuts in his finger tips. "I want you to go home and think about your future. Do you really want to continue? As you can see from James, this is NOT a game. Are you prepared for a life as a bicha?
"Go home and be with your other friends for a few days. Play, laugh, and have a good time. Do what makes you happy. You need time apart from all of this. We will see you Friday at your parents Fourth of July party. Tell Dean your decision then.
"Now get dressed and return home. You are a very special person Jamison." With that Mr. Soarer and James headed upstairs. Dean handed me clothes and I got dressed. Surprisingly, there was even a pair of briefs included, though they were the white bikini mesh see-through ones from today's earlier physical options. I liked them but mom would have a fit if she saw me in them because they were totally see-through.
"Bye guys. See you Friday?" I questioned at the door.
"Sure thing Jamie," Dale answered.
"You bet," Dean smiled at me before embracing me in his arms and giving me a kiss which included his tongue down my throat. We parted and I left to head home, adjusting my boner before I got inside.
That night I had a lot to think about. I headed to bed early. I jerked off thinking about poor Ian and how he couldn't do it when he wanted. I thought of James and would I still want to be a bicha as an adult. Sleep, or should I say exhaustion, over took me quickly enough, thankfully. Even with everything on my mind, I slept soundly until dad was waking me up in the morning.
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Well, there it is, Jamie gets a glimpse of what his future might be like. Will he accept his fate or not? Not really much of a question knowing our little bicha as we do.
So Fourth of July weekend is finally upon us. If our young bicha thought he has been embarrassed previously, he hasn't seen anything yet. He will also experience the most sexually demanding weekend ever too. Stay Tuned.
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