Deans Bicha

Deans Bicha Chapter 62

Authors note:

Please remember this is FICTION. In no way should any of the scenes in this chapter be acted upon in real life with minors under the age of 18. Remember, this is my story, please don't take credit for it or post it elsewhere. If it is illegal to read, then don't. And as always, Please Donate to Nifty.

https://donate.nifty.org/

Before I get to our 'payment' days for Mr. Soarer, let me tell you what happened the week before Christmas vacation.

The week after my gym class "performances" Dean along with the coach arranged a day for Robby and me to be out "sick". Marla was more than happy to write me a note (my parents had ok'd that with the school at the start of the year). Donny drove me to school, naked with only socks and sneakers, at 5:30 that morning, long before even the janitors opened the buildings. Coach met us and escorted me to the infamous tunnels.

School began at 7:45AM and I was getting nervous waiting. Why in the world did I have to be here so early? Dean and Dale showed up around 6:00. There was quite a bit of work which had to be done before we "opened for business" such as putting up dividers with two holes at crotch height in them to protect our identity. It took about an hour and a half. At 7:35, Robby/bobby came walking down the tunnel. He too was naked except socks and sneakers. Eddie, who had forged Mrs. Wilson's signature on his absentee note drove him to school. Luckily, Robby's parents never knew of his cutting classes that day. Phew.

I was surprised Robby came from the opposite end of the tunnel than the rest of us. Because he and Eddie couldn't leave until the regular time for school bobby had to be snuck down out of sight from the rest of the student body. With the construction still ongoing, Eddie was able to park behind the building across the street where no classes were being held presently. Robby told me he was really worried about being spotted running from the car to the back door of the vacant building naked. Now I was glad Donny brought me so early. At the end of the day, we exited the same way.

We spent the entire school day behind a make shift partition sucking dicks of anonymous junior high school boys, never knowing who they were, which was both exciting and terrifying.

The school day was broken up into 8 class periods, and we sucked cocks for 6 of them. Obviously, all 50 of the 9th graders were old enough to shoot. Only 17 out of 56 eighth graders could. Even less of the seventh graders produced anything wet, 8 out of 46. Regardless, bobby and I each managed to suck 76 dicks that day. An achievement of which we were both rather proud. He managed to 'win' because he swallowed 39 loads and I only got 36. Since we didn't know who of the lower grades shot when we started sucking, that was the deciding factor.

In the end, the breakdown by class period was as follows:

Period, Grade, total # boys, # I sucked, # cum loads I swallowed, # Robby sucked, # loads he swallowed. 1st, 8th, 29, 14, 4, 15, 1 2nd, 7th, 26, 13, 0, 13, 2 3rd, 9th, 23, 12, 12, 11, 11 4th, No Class 5th, 7th, 20, 10, 2, 10, 4 6th, 8th, 27, 13, 4, 14, 8 7th, No Class 8th, 9th, 27, 14, 14, 13, 13

The ninth grade boys were not from Robby and my team. They were from others which meant I could have actually sucked off my best friend from 7th and 8th grade, Glenn. Luckily, he didn't have physical education that day so I dodged that bullet.

However, there was another I was not so lucky to avoid. By now you must have formed an opinion of what kind of kid I was. In truth while not very athletic but one of the smarter kids in class, I still managed to make lots of friends and was never really picked on as I have mentioned before. Brian Tanner (who like me was in 9th grade) was not so lucky. He was a bigger nerd, geek, dork (take your pick) than I. I don't know how many friends he had, if any, which now that I think about it, was really sad.

The next day I questioned him quietly mentioning I had heard that something happened during his class and did he know anything about it. Rather nervously he stumbled out 'no' but I continued questioning him. What I found out didn't make me happy to say the least. Brian had gym 3rd period. Shit. There still would have been about a 50-50 chance of Robby sucking him off instead of me except for one glaring fact: Brian was the only kid in class with wild flaming red hair. It didn't take a genius on my part to put two and two together and deduce Brian had red pubes too. I didn't think too much about it at the time, but now that I could reflect upon it, I remember seeing those bright red curly hairs surrounding his dick as it came through the partition. Shit, I had sucked Brian off, not Robby.

I guess I was rather picky because the thought didn't make me happy. While I may have been a 4 or 5 out of 10 in ranking kids by their looks in our class, Brian was definitely no more than a one (Robby a 6 or 7). While I drooled over the kids like Louis and Greg who were 9 and 10, respectively, no way would I have considered sucking the kids who were below even me. (Our friend John was a 10+ in case you are wondering.) Yet, as Robby said, "A dick is a dick once it comes through that hole." He was right, I didn't think about how 'hot' the guy was who I sucked off. I simply enjoyed wrapping my lips around their hard steely flesh pipe.

What I've learned later in life is that no matter how old, fat, and undesirable a once young, thin, and sexy boy becomes, his dick pretty much remains the same. Robby is 100% correct, 'A dick is a dick." While I can be regarded as a 'chicken hawk' nowadays preferring to suck only teenagers (though that option isn't allowed until they become legal at 18 years old) I have blown many guys whose body has expanded horizontally, sometimes even having to turn my head sideways to reach them under their potbellies. Just close your eyes, wrap your lips around that flesh pipe, suck, and enjoy.

Wednesday - Christmas Day Christmas was super. Mom and dad came home Tuesday night and we went to my grandma's house (dad's mom) as we did every year on Christmas Eve. Christmas morning was a huge surprise as mom and dad got Marla and me each a portable 13 inch black and white TV. Wow! Not only that, they bought us a color console TV for the living room. We were shocked. Christmas Day was at my mom's sister's house this year. It was a wonderful, relaxing day with family. Even though I didn't see any of the guys during those two days, I didn't miss the sex.

Thursday Bright and early Thursday morning Mr. Pierce was going to pick me up. Mr. Pierce had arranged it so my parents believed we (the Pierce family, Robby, and I) were heading up north for some winter fun leaving Thursday morning and returning Sunday. In truth we never ventured further than Eastford and stayed at Randolph's house.

While none of us skied, the pretense was we could hike, build campfires, and play regular board games like Sorry, and Connect Four, etc... those would be packed but remained in the truck the entire weekend. After all, we had much more interesting games to play. Sex games. And they would be big by anyones standards.

My parents thought that the Soarers were away visiting relatives, but of course they were an integral part of the weekend activities. Matt and Jeff couldn't come because their grandparents were visiting from out of state.

So the real purpose of our "trip" was to make another 'payment' for Mr. Soarer. This time, Dean, Robby, and I would be performing in front of many cameras. These films were going to be distributed abroad and had bigger budgets which allowed more 'actors' to perform on screen, which actually meant more sex for the three of us. Wild and kinky sex too.

Mr. Pierce and Randolph picked me up first then we got Robby. We had to be dressed as Robby's mom was home and she told us "to have fun" as we drove off. Little did she know what kind of fun we were going to have. No sooner were we around the corner when he told the three of us to strip. It would be the last time we wore anything except our costumes until Sunday.

The Soarers met us at the Pierce house. Robby and I got hopped out of the truck, naked and boned already. Mr. Soarer nodded at Dean and he quickly undressed in the driveway. For the next few days, he would be treated the same as bobby and I were. Dale smirked knowing what was going to happen to his brother. The scripts had been kept secret from us in order to make our reactions as realistic as possible. Dean, bobby, and I wouldn't have to act much as our facial expressions would really be real.

First was a wild truck ride in broad daylight. As Dale and Mr. Pierce secured the camera in the truck, we three 'actors' had to get ready. That meant Dean had to look like bobby and me, hairless from the neck down. Mr. Soarer captured it all on tape and would use the scene somewhere he said. Shaving equipment was provided and bobby and I began removing what little body hair Dean had which was basically nothing more than his small tufts of pubes. Mr. Soarer had us shave his entire body for effect anyways. Of course, bobby and I had to re-shave as well. That led into the three of us sucking each other in a circle suck, which became a common theme over the weekend. So far it was quite a pleasant experience. I just hoped it lasted.

We were all kind of squished into Mr. Pierce's truck. Dale sat between Mr. Pierce and his father, the only one of us boys wearing any clothes. Eze, Randolph, and Darius were sitting left to right in the back seat of the truck cab. That didn't leave room for Dean, bobby, and me to sit. With no other options it was decided that the best and safest place for us would be to sit on the Pierce boys' love sticks. Robby plopped himself down on Eze with, pardon the pun, ease. I sank onto Randolph's bone, while Darius practically shoved his dick up Dean's chute.

Great care had been taken to secure a movie camera to the middle of the front seat which allowed Dale to film our joy rides. Every bump in the road forced the three big black cocks up our skinny, white asses. Mr. Soarer directed the action and told us to groan and moan for sound. Back in the day, most porno movies had cheap sound quality and canned music playing over the action scenes. This would not be much different.

Dale slowly worked the camera from left to right and back again capturing our traveling fuck show. Mr. Soarer made sure Dale got on film the passing cars and scenery proving we were indeed on public streets. Without the technical electronic manipulations of today's movies, this was done LIVE. At one stop light a big rig truck pulled along side of us, the driver looking down seeing the action. As Dean, bobby, and I bounced up and down on the Pierce boys, there could be little doubt what was happening. If there was any question as to whether we were enjoying ourselves, one only had to look at our three hard dicks flopping around. The truck driver was on my side and looked me directly in the eyes as he blasted his air horn twice and smiled. When the light turned green, Mr. Pierce quickly turned down a side street in order to avoid being caught and/or followed.

When the final version was ready for distribution, Mr. S. had a preview. I was amazed at how professional it looked.

"Oh my god," Robby shouted, "that truck driver saw us."

"Yeah, but he saw MY face," I screamed back.

"Don't worry boys. If he didn't like what he saw he wouldn't have blasted his horn," Mr. S. told us.

By now we were near the K-Mart where I had streaked in the summer and I was worried being so close to home. No way did I want to be recognized. Luckily, if anybody did, no word of our activities got back to our parents.

Actually, that entire shopping plaza was the site of many experiences. By late August, just before school started, Dean had bobby and me working a glory hole at the auto parts store. We usually just sucked guys off, but bobby would more times than not follow that by drinking down a load of piss if they didn't bolt immediately afterwards.

Author's Note: There will be a few Adult Scenes in this chapter, clearly marked if you wish to skip over them. I try to ensure you will not miss anything major in the storyline if you don't read them.

********* ADULT SCENE *********

Today there would be no glory hole. All of our escapes would be captured on film. Mr. Pierce pulled around the back of the auto parts store and parked. A naked 12 year old and two naked 14 year old boys were told to get out. Dale and Mr. S. unloaded another camera from the back of the truck. Mr. Pierce gave his boys some cash and told them to go hang out in K-Mart and be back in about an hour. Darius protested but Mr. Pierce sent them away anyway. I think he really wanted to protect his boys from the possibility of them being used. Randolph gave me a sad look over his shoulder as Eze pulled him toward the other stores. Mr. Pierce then went to the backdoor and knocked three times.

Three employees exited with smiles on their faces. Smiles which were certainly much bigger after they had used us both orally and anally. Two looked as if they were mechanics, a black dude in his late 20s and a white guy around 35. Bobby and I orally serviced them, while Dean had to contend with the overweight, greasy looking white dude who was easily in his 60s.

It was a tad nerve wracking performing in a parking lot in the middle of the day. Mr. Pierce stood in front of the door preventing anyone else from coming outside. Well, that was what I thought originally. I heard Mr. Pierce knock again this time signaling for three more guys to join us, two who were probably high school students around 17 years old, one white the other Hispanic. I heard one say, "Hot Damn!" the other exclaimed, "Holy Shit." The third was a black guy in his 50s already unbuckling his work trousers.

The black guy I was sucking pulled out then dragged me over to some 55 gallon oil drums lying on their side and pushed me over it. The 35 year old white guy did the same to bobby. The 60 year old white guy took a fist full of Dean's hair and pulled him over the barrel without ever letting his dick escape from Dean's warm, wet mouth.

Our legs were kicked apart as the three now stood behind us. The newcomers approached our mouths, filling them quickly. We were each getting spit roasted in the back parking lot of an auto parts store during the middle of the day while Dale and Mr. Soarer filmed everything. Mr. Pierce continued to stand guard, as if that were really needed.

I hit the jackpot as the 20 year old black guy was up my ass in seconds with the Hispanic kid pounding my face. The 35 year old white guy slammed his dick up bobby's chute in an ass splitting move as the white kid didn't stop until his pubes were tickling bobby's nose. The 60 plus year old white guy filled Dean's ass to the chocking sound Dean made attempting to swallow the thick 9 inch black beauty of the 50 year old.

Robby and I couldn't watch at the time, but seeing the final product and the way it was edited showed the disparity between Dean and his rapists' ages. It was unreal and a bit disturbing too because neither of them were well built, hunks like Mr. Pierce. They were overweight guys who looked just plain greasy and dirty because they were. Yuck.

After three ATMs were performed the same pairs began emptying their bladders into our open mouths as we knelt in the parking lot. It was at this moment the Pierce brothers returned. Mr. Soarer directed them to unload too. As we did in the truck fuck, Eze was with bobby (who couldn't get enough of the golden nectar) , Randolph filled me (though I think he held back some), and Dari sprayed his piss all over Dean. We piled back in Mr. Pierce's truck to our next adventure.

********* END ADULT SCENE *********

We returned to the Pierce house for some real food and drinks as it was well after lunchtime now. Before we were allowed to enter the house, Mr. Pierce had Dari wash us off with the garden hose. It was no surprise he directed the powerful water mostly at our junk, even telling us to lift our "useless dicks" so he could pound the jets into our balls.

Once inside Dean, bobby, and I had to act as waiters and served everyone. Mr. Soarer crumbled up our food and placed it in a food processor turning our sandwiches and chips into a disgusting mess. Putting the clumps of lunch into three bowls we were forced to eat it on our hands and knees like dogs. To add to the scene, Mr. S. put dog collars around our necks first. And because every dog has a tail, three black butt plugs were stuffed up our asses. Of course they were modified to have long, curly tails attached adding to the illusion.

If eating lunch like a dog wasn't bad enough, drinking water from a dog bowl is even more difficult. Humans, unlike dogs, don't have long enough tongues. Regardless, that didn't stop us from lapping it up. Mr. Soarer made us drink and drink and drink plenty of water. We all knew what would eventually happen to it, or should I say, where it was going to go. The Pierce boys and their father along with Dale and his dad drank lots too. Soon everyone had to piss really badly.

On camera Eze, Randolph, and Dari relieved themselves in bobby's, mine, and Dean's bowls, respectively. Off camera Mr. Pierce added to bobby's, Dale added to mine, and Mr. Soarer added to Dean's. Once again, I thought I had the least objectionable pee to swallow, that of Randolph and Dale. Bobby excitedly awaited licking up the yellow waste water from Eze and Mr. Pierce. Dean was left with not only Dari's piss, but that of his own father. Dale moved the camera in for close-ups of our tongues dipping into the frothy, stale piss and slurping it up.

By now my own bladder was bursting. By the way bobby and Dean were squirming around it was apparent they too needed to empty themselves. Moving to the backyard (we had been in the kitchen) the three collared pups were told to sniff around to find the right spot. That included smelling each others junk and cracks. This was so embarrassing, resulting in me getting hard. To make it appear that the other 'dogs' were just as horny, the Pierce boys stroked their respective 'dog' off, but only to make them hard, not cum. After Dale zoomed in for some more shots we could lift our legs and pee like the dogs we were, on each other. Mr. S. said he would have to dub over the sound of the Pierce boys laughing at us.

Our 'tails' were removed for the last portion of the scene. Mr. Pierce brought over a plate of stale, hardened brownies which had been rolled into small golf ball sized pieces. The Pierce boys once again worked with their respective boy by shoving 3 or 4 in each of our asses. A little spit helped lubricate them for insertion. Dean, bobby, and I were ordered to "take a dump" by squatting on the ground. In order to capture everything on camera. We could only let one piece of "shit" drop at a time giving Dale plenty of time to move from one disgusting dog to the next.

As I was hunched over crapping out a look-a-like turd I wondered if it would look real. Trust me when I tell you the final edited version indeed looked authentic. By the time we expelled the last piece of brownie it had softened up from our body heat. Man was it ever gross.

Now dogs don't use toilet paper but people need to do so. Acting as doggies that wasn't allowed. So Mr. Soarer ordered Dean to do the next best thing: lick bobby and my assholes clean. Man I know I love getting fucked more than fucking but when it comes to rimming, I'll be on the receiving end any day. Dean's expert tongue ate away all evidence of our perversion while bobby and I licked each others faces with plenty of tongue action of our own. We couldn't actually kiss since dogs don't do that.

The grand finale of that scene was wildly gross. Dean sniffed around our "shit" before eating a piece of mine. Fade to black. Mr. Soarer told Dean, "Be thankful I didn't make you dogs really take a shit. But I figured your bicha would object too much to make you do that." Looking at me he continued, "Isn't that right?"

"Yes sir," I responded. Scat was past my limit and I wouldn't force Dean or anyone else into a similar situation. Well, maybe as a payback to Richard or Huck I thought for a second. No, not even them.

We had some quiet time the rest of the afternoon and had pizza for dinner (our role playing as dogs was temporarily suspended while we ate). As soon as supper was cleaned up Dari was chomping at the bit to get some more action though Mr. Pierce and Mr. Soarer said they still had some more filming to be done. Eze, Randolph, and Dari re-collared us and stuck our tails back in place. Leading us downstairs to the basement by leashes was a bit difficult on all fours though we managed.

Now the basement of the Pierce home had been transformed earlier into what appeared to be a dog kennel. There were 10 pens set up, five on each side. Six of the cages had real dogs in them. My mind immediately thought of my summer experience with 8 year old Michael Carr and his German Shepard, King. This had all the makings of a repeat performance.

The dogs appeared to be excited as Dean, bobby, and I were locked into our own cage. We were instructed to go around in circles as dogs do then lie down. It was not an easy task with a butt plug dog tail sticking out of your rear end.

The Pierce boys gathered in a circle and quietly discussed what to do. The camera didn't pick up on what they said as it was already planned out what was to happen. A few minutes of 'debate' and they all smiled and high fives each other as if they had just figured it out.

Opening our pens the three of us were forced over a long wooden bench. Abruptly our tails were wrenched from our backside. When Eze grabbed a bottle from a shelf I knew the 'fun' was to begin. It was the same type of bottle Michael had used. It contained some female hormones which drove male dogs crazy. Our holes and lips were coated in the stuff while the real dogs began getting excited.

Randolph escorted a German Shepard with an 7 inch cock to me while Eze presented bobby with a Great Dane whose 8 inch schlong was fully engorged already. Dari, who couldn't hide his smile, brought over a doberman with an almost 10 inch dick to Dean. One at a time we were mounted, with Dale and his ever ready camera filming everything.

While I wasn't able to watch in great detail either Dean or bobby being mounted at the time due to the German Shepard pounding my own hole, watching it on film afterwards was amazing. The size difference between 12 year old Dean and the massive Doberman was unbelievably erotic. Despite Mr. Soarer wanting it to look as if we were being brutally raped by the dogs, bobby couldn't contain his smile experiencing his first, but not last, taste of bestiality.

The hottest shot was when all three big dogs had swung their legs over us and were positioned ass to ass as they tied their huge knots up our skinny boy butts. The Pierce boys took that opportunity to bring in three Labrador dogs; one black, one brown, one yellow. They were positioned in front of us. Dean with the black one, bobby the brown, and I with the yellow. Though we had to twist our heads a bit, we managed to suck doggie dick. We were being spit roasted by dogs. It was wild!

Thankfully, for the sake of our strained necks, the Labs weren't allowed to tie their knots in our throats. All three did pump quite a bit of thin, watery dog cum down our throats which was unfortunately unseen by the camera.

Twenty minutes later the Labs were removed from our oral services while our anal cavities were still being filled by the larger dogs. I was the first to be freed after 30 minutes followed by bobby at 35 minutes, then finally Dean who was tied for over 45 minutes.

Dean, bobby, and I were then positioned over tall glasses and ordered to release the spent dog sperm. Dean and I knew what was going to happen next, but poor Robby looked like he was going to be sick when we were told to drink up. Strange I thought, he's ok with swallowing piss but not dog's cum out of his ass. Despite Robby's reservation, bobby was a real trooper and chugged his faster than either Dean or myself. End Scene.

Dari was super pissed Mr. Pierce didn't allow him to fuck any of us that night. Poor Dari had to settle for getting sucked off. We each took two turns. By then end, Dari's dick was so sore and his balls were completely empty. Eze, Randolph, and Dale got one from each of us too. Our jaws were tired and we all slept soundly that night.

Friday Mr. Soarer told us that today we would be shooting a German film. This film was to be released in Europe and had a much larger budget allowing more actors and crew. There would be three German boys, who spoke English but would pretend they did not in the film, working with us. There would even be two professional cameramen. The Pierce boys and Dale would get to watch, but not participate, other than to do some 'fluffing' if needed. When he explained to Dari that meant keep us hard when required but not let us shoot, Dari wanted nothing to do with it. Mr. Pierce said he could just stay home. Reluctantly, Dari decided he would rather see the action take place live than wait for the final film version.

We all loaded into Mr. Pierce's truck and headed off. I was shocked when we got to our destination, so were bobby and Dean. The first scene opened in a locker room. You guessed it, it was our junior high school locker room. The wrestling coach had arranged its use and watched all the action but surprisingly did not take part all weekend. For the rest of the year whenever I went in there I was immediately reminded of our two days of filming.

The script directed Dean, bobby, and me to head into the locker room looking sad at having lost a soccer game. Dean suggested he had a way for us to feel better which led to a circle jerk then a circle suck. Robby did Dean, Dean did me, I did Robby.

Too caught up in our suck-fest, we didn't hear the other "team" waking in and discovering us. Three adorable German lads around our ages portrayed the winning team. I can only call them G1, G2, and G3 as I never learned their names. We were paired off in a triple suck-a-thon, me sucking G1, bobby sucking G2, and Dean sucking G3. From there we moved to the showers where they fucked us. Finally, as we laid on the shower room floor next to one another, the three German boys stood over us and began peeing on our faces. Ordered to open our mouths we swallowed as much of their hot piss as we could, the rest drenching our faces. Artistically the scene ends as the camera pans in to a close up of the excess urine swirling around the drain, fade to black.

As with many sex films of the day (and even today) there doesn't need to be much of a plot. The next scene was that of the Germans tying our hands behind our backs. Rolling us over on our backs, they then proceed to wrap some thin line around our ball bags. Pulling us to our feet we our lead through the locker room to the infamous tunnels.

I've mentioned the old tunnels under the school previously. They were old steam tunnels that went from building to building. By December Robby had been in them many times as a 'leader' with the wrestling team. Turns out they were a very private place for lots and lots of boy/boy and boy/man sex. Today they would see even more action.

As we were led into the tunnel I immediately noticed the large pulley hanging from the rafters. A long rope was draped over it with a small metal clasp at one end. I smiled knowing what was going to happen. Mr. S. had us go back and enter again as I was to look 'scared' thus no smiling. - Back in the summer I first discovered one of the many talents of Ian Archer (Matt and Jeff's cousin who is a bicha to Dean and Dale's cousin in case you forgot). I was initially shocked which eventually turned into spell bounding fascination. Since then, Dean, Dale, and Jeff have been helping me practice the same unbelievable feat: hanging by my balls.

Now I still wasn't ready to compete against Ian, who by now could hang suspended in mid air by nothing other than a metal clasp secured to his nuts strung up by his balls from a rope for a minute and 54 seconds. But what I could do for even longer was to pull myself up by a rope through a pulley. Each tug raised my boys higher and higher, one end I held onto with my hands the other attached to my elongated sack, my gonads ultimately bearing half my body weight.

Ian was correct about one thing: I had to be in the 'correct state of mind'. It was almost trance like as I watched my pelvis being lifted from the floor as I pulled on the rope hand over hand. Once my feet were off of the ground I began to grunt with each pull. My shoulders raising up usually put me over the edge as my body and mind went into some other dimension. With my head still on the floor and tipped back, I could no longer see the abuse I was self imposing on my balls.

One more pull on the rope and my head was now off the floor as well. I could now look and was amazed as I swung in the air by my precious orbs. A few more pulls and I lifted higher and higher off of the ground. At the beginning, Dale would be right underneath me to raise me up if the pressure became too great. That only happened twice, at the very beginning. Now I could last for almost 3 minutes. We have been working little by little that I go hands free. Dean will hold the rope allowing me to remove my hands for brief periods of time. My best time so far is 48 seconds hands free. I can't wait until I can do a whole minute. I don't know who will be more proud, Dean or me. - G2 and G3 forced me to the floor while G3 worked my balls thru the clasp. Then G1 started pulling, G2 and G3 lifted me by the shoulders. When I was high enough off of the floor, the free end of the rope was tied off. I was now three feet above the ground suspended by my balls and shoulders. G2 and G3 stepped back and I hung suspended by my balls. G1 stepped between my outstretched legs and plunged his fat, uncut cock in me. I screamed out, not in pain as it may have appeared on camera, but shear pleasure. I rocked back and forth for maybe 20-30 seconds until G2 stepped behind me and supported my back against his chest. For the most part my weight was no longer on my nuts. With expert camera angles a stool was positioned under my shoulders making it appear as if my nuts were still supporting my entire body.

G1 fucked me for almost ten minutes. It was heavenly. To make the scene 'realistic' a good amount of tension was still on the rope pulling my baby makers away from my body. G1 sprayed his load over my stretched out balls before G2 took his place. Then G3 had a turn. In the end, my hands were untied and I fell back, swinging by my boys, nearly exhausted (at least on camera) as the scene faded to black. The Final Cut was super awesome. It totaling looked like I was hanging by my balls during the entire time I was fucked by three hunky German teenagers.

Robby's scene was of course written especially for him and included one of his favorite activities: Drinking Piss. G1 and G2 double fucked him while G3 plunged his fat, uncut cock down bobby's throat. They switched positions so bobby ended up getting DP'd three times. In the end, all three Germans stood over bobby and sprayed their loads directly into his open mouth. Then one by one each emptied his bladder into bobby's gaping wide mouth. I don't know if I have ever seen Robby/bobby so happy. He jerked off as his mouth was being filled to the brim with German Golden Nectar from G3. Fade to black.

Dean's scene was rather dark and scary if you ask me. They literally strung him up spread eagle hanging from the steam pipes in the tunnel. His tormentors added to his misery by attaching another rope around his balls which they used to force his body to bend backwards exposing his chest, stomach, genitals, and the front of his legs to repeated blows from leather cat-of-nine tails whips. Pulling the ball leash backwards between his legs they then twisted his body in the other direction as his back, ass, balls again, back of his legs, and even the bottom of his feet were then whipped. Except for his head, I don't think there was one square inch of his body which hadn't suffered from the cutting leather straps biting into his skin.

Eventually they cut Dean down then proceeded to fuck him over and over again laughing the entire time. Dean kept repeating "mehr" which is German for 'more'. I didn't notice it during filming but the leather whips used on Dean were at some point switched out with ones made from soft cloth resembling stiff leather. Thus his brutal beating was staged for effect. From what I saw it looked so believable and the actual film was so realistic. Don't get me wrong, he still suffered at the onset to get his skin pink then red, though he wasn't in any real physical danger.

Day one of filming was "in the can" as they say. That night three very tired boys were allowed to get a good nights sleep after Dale rewarded each of us with an expert blowjob. Dari had pulled his cock so much during taping he didn't even care that he got no action from us that night.

Saturday After lunch we were back at the junior high school again. Scurrying into the building naked was easier the second day, though still frightening. Walking upstairs was un-nerving. This time we were in the main basketball gym. This was much more open of an area and I felt much more vulnerable and exposed.

For the rest of the school year, this gym building brought back memories of this weekend. I got hard almost instantly every time I had to be inside of it. It was rather hard (pun intended) to take a shower after physical education with a raging boner. I suffered through it and took a bit a razing from the other kids, even though it was unspoken common knowledge of my sucking abilities. Robby didn't bone up as easily from embarrassment as I did and his sucking wasn't known practically to all so he faired better than I.

The three German boys were waiting for us with smiles on their faces and roaring erections protruding from their thin soccer shorts, underneath which they wore nothing. Leading us to center court G1 explained what we were to do. Of course he spoke in German for his home audience. Mr. Soarer told us what he was saying though he wanted us to look confused. The German boys then had to 'act' out our instructions. It was actually pretty funny watching them.

Today we were racing each other. Now I'm not taking about a foot race. This was an ass fucking race. A self ass fucking race at that. Three boards each with 4 butt plugs in increasing sizes had been set up for our contest. We were to straddle the board, lower ourselves on the first plug six times before proceeding to the next one. Our ass cheeks had to sit down on the board completely in order for it to count. G2 smacked his ass up and down on the board in front of the second butt plug six times while holding up six fingers. We got the message loud and clear.

The first plug was an easily doable small 4 inch tall by 1 inch wide one, the second a nice sized 6 x 2 inches, the third a hole filling 7.5 x 2.5 inches, the fourth was an ass splitting, whopping 10 inch tall by 3.5 inch wide monster plug with bumps all over it for added pleasure. Or pain depending on your perspective.

With our hands clasped behind our heads, the three of us began squatting over the first plug. On the count of three we began our race. It wasn't really much of a contest as Dean had obviously been practicing. He finished sitting down six times and had moved to the second butt plug before either bobby or I had sat down even three times. Dean was on plunge 4 of 6 when bobby started on plug three, with me still needing two more trips on plug two.

Needless to say, Dean won hands down. Or should I say, asshole down. Remaining sitting firmly with his hole filled by the monster plug Dean waited and watched as bobby and I finished our tasks. It was pretty cool when the camera moved in for a close up of our three hard dicks pointing northward as each of our boy pussy was filled to capacity.

Grabbing us by the shoulders, the German lads spun us around so we were facing the end of the board. They had stripped off their soccer uniforms during our race and now presented three huge, uncut, dripping cocks to be sucked. For being 13 or 14 years old themselves, they each had larger than life man sized equipment. G3 counted out One, Two, Three and we began.

Rocking our bodies back and forth stimulated my prostate on the giant butt plug on which I was still impaled. I could hear bobby and Dean grunting as they too worked over their love buttons. I won by making G1 cum first, bobby came in second, Dean finished in last place with G3, for which he would pay a penalty.

The German boys pushed us back on the board, the huge plugs still lodged securely up our asses. The next thing I knew each was chewing wildly on our tits. If bobby and Dean were receiving the same treatment they were in as much pain/pleasure as I was. G1 was sucking, biting, nibbling at my tender nubs alternating between the two. When he was on the right one, he was pinching the left with his fingers and vise versa. For 20 minutes they devoured our man breasts. Pleasure eventually gave way to pain then back to pleasure. My head was thrashing side to side. I wondered how long this would continue.

I heard bobby cry out almost begging for it to end. According to Robby afterwards, he thinks G2 bit harder at that point. Real tears flowed from my cute friend's face. Dean endured his torture silently as expected. I released a series of profanity to no avail.

When the Germans did stop the torture wasn't over. From somewhere each had a pair of spring loaded razor sharp nipple clamps. I thought I would see blood as G1 positioned the teeth over my extended right tit and released the clamp. He repeated the action on the left. I howled and I heard bobby doing the same. Dean grunted but stoically endured.

We were unceremoniously lifted off the plugs into a standing position. With our hands placed behind our heads a heavy chain was placed on the clamps connecting the two from which an 8 ounce weight was then added. My screaming of, "OH FUCK!" I thought would be heard miles away. Looking over at bobby, his head hung and I thought for a moment he had actually passed out. When he thrust his head back up and screamed "AGGHHHH!" I knew he hadn't. Dean looked G3 in the eye and said, "Mehr." G3 added another 8 ounces bring Dean's total to one pound. I thought his nipple were going to be ripped from his skinny chest they were stretched so far.

Mr. Soarer and the German producer debated what the next scenes would be. There were several options. In the end they decided to shoot them all and decide afterwards which would make the final version. They all did.

G1, G2, and G3 wrapped a hand around my, bobby's, and Dean's nuts, respectively, pulling them tightly away from our skinny, hairless bodies. With not too gentle tugs they led us to the smaller volleyball/gymnastics gym downstairs but not before leading us through the entire building. There wouldn't be one gym, bathroom, or classroom in the entire building where we wouldn't remember this humiliation.

Walking through the door we were shocked. The gym was filled with boys. Of course Dale and the Pierce boys were there, along with Matt and Jeff surprisingly. Other in attendance were: Donny and Eddie; the Pierce brothers' friends Tyshawn, Andre, and Mervin; the Soarer cousins Joey and Paulie along with their bicha Ian. And most unnerving watching was Robby and my school friend and defender John. Thankfully neither Richard, Huck or anyone from the restaurant were present.

In addition to the 15 boys/young men I knew, there was almost double that number I did not. Turns out another 18 were from Dean and Dale's old school in Eastford. Mr. Soarer basically 'outed' his son to his former school chums. Also there were 10 more German boys who like G1, G2, and G3 were in the United States filming other explicit movies.

We were tied on some gymnastics equipment, this time on our backs. G3 began cleaning Dean's dick with alcohol. While that was being done, Mr. Soarer came into the shot wearing a doctor's operating gown and mask. Speaking in English (which would be dubbed in German for the final movie) he explained the next scene: Dean was to be circumcised, without anesthesia.

Our eyes nearly popped out of our heads. The room full of boys all groaned at the thought. Dean screamed, "NO!" as Mr. Soarer approached with an ominous looking piece of medical equipment.

Through his mask Mr. S asked Dean, "Nein?" (No?) as he picked up Dean's limp dick bringing it closer and closer to the cold metal surgical device.

Dean began thrusting his head back and forth yelling out, "Nein, Papa. Bitte (please). Nein!"

Working Dean's now very shriveled dick inside the cold steel cutting tool Mr. Soarer calmly said, "This is the ultimate price for being a bicha like Jamie. Only 'real' men deserve to keep their skin." Gripping the handle he was just about to squeeze it closed permanently depriving Dean of his beautiful foreskin for the rest of his life.

"STOP!" I screamed out. "Mr. Soarer, please don't do it. I love his skin. Dean is my Mestre', he's not a bicha like bobby and me. We're bichas. I can't bear the thought of being responsible for him to lose a part of his dick." I began not sobbing, not crying, but hysterically lost all control. The flood gate opened and my entire body heaved. I was going to be sick if Mr. S. carried out his threat.

Putting down the destructive tool Mr. Soarer turned to me and said, "You did well Bicha. I'm proud of you for defending your Mestre'." Looking back at Dean he continued, "You my son are very lucky to have such a wonderful bicha." Then to both of us he said, "This was a test, of which you both passed. I am truly proud of you boys." Gently rubbing Dean's face to comfort him Mr. S. continued, "I would never remove your foreskin my son. Though I think you should be more like James (Mr. Soarer's adult bicha in case you have forgotten him.). Reaching into his lab coat pocket Mr. Soarer produced a curved silver bar with little balls on each end. "Well my son? What do you think?"

"Ja, Danke. (Yes, thank-you). Danke papa," Dean replied softly as his heart rate and pulse returned to normal. How he remembered to speak in German for the film I don't know.

I was a bit confused until Mr. Soarer explained to the room about his bicha's Prince Albert Piercing. More groans and gasps from the audience, bobby and I included. Dean would now be sporting a silver ring through the end of his dick head. We all watched in both horror and fascination as Mr. Soarer pushed a hollow needle through the tip of Dean's dick and out the bottom. Dean grunted loudly but was otherwise ok. Mr. Soarer threaded the curved bar thru the hole then screwed on the other ball. It was beautiful, sexy, and I wanted one too.

"Mr. Soarer?" I asked, "Could I maybe..."

"You want one too Bicha?"

"Yes please."

"I think that can be arranged. You will not be able to use your penis for sexual activity for 4-6 weeks until it heals. You'll have to be excused from physical education during that time too. (I wound up sucking dick and getting fucked many times during those 6 weeks, as if I wasn't going to anyway.)

Putting my head back down and closing my eyes I said, "Do it." Before I had a change of heart, G1 began stroking away at my wilted dick. I was hard almost instantly. Mr. Soarer allowed me one last cum (something Dean was not so lucking in obtaining). Randolph immediately came over and gently nudged G1 away. Swallowing my shaft to my bare pubic bone Randolph proceeded to give me an awesome blowjob. He didn't care that he was being filmed or that he too had just 'outed' himself in front of 18 Eastford classmates. I loved him for that.

Mr. Soarer told Randolph he could lap up my seed, but he had to finish me off with his hand for the 'money shot.' I was so excited my first shot landed on my chin, the rest covering my torso with the last few spurts puddling around the base of my spent cock. Randolph dragged his tongue thru it all collecting my spunk in his mouth before feeding it back to me as our tongues dueled over the precious boy juice.

Though I wanted to be sucking Randolph when the actual procedure was done, Mr. Soarer was concerned about me biting down and injuring Randolph. Instead, Randolph held my hand and caressed my face as we watched Mr. Soarer fit me with an identical PA to Dean's. It was surreal watching the needle poke thru the piss slit of my dickhead and emerge from underneath.

"What do you think son?" Mr. Soarer asked Dean.

"Jamie, it's beautiful. Thank-you for doing this for me. I can never repay you."

"Man it looks terrific," bobby told me.

"Do you really think so little one?" Mr. Soarer asked bobby.

"Yeah, it's so cool," bobby answered.

"I can see it in your eyes. You want one too?" Mr. Soarer asked.

Robby thought for a second or two, unsure if he wanted to commit to such a drastic step. A moment later bobby bit the corner of his lip and shook his head yes.

"Robby, are you really sure," I asked him.

"No, but I want us all to be the same. Do it, please," bobby begged.

Unlike Dean or myself, Robby/bobby couldn't watch. With his eyes closed he yelled out, "YEOW, fuck that hurts," as his cock was punctured. When Mr. Soarer told him to open his eyes, he did so slowly. "Wow, I can't believe this. It looks... Wow." Robby/bobby was at a loss for words. I was not.

"Robby, you're the man. It looks fucking fantastic. I'm so happy you did it." Dean praised bobby too.

"Man, it stings. When I get home I hope Robby doesn't regret it," bobby said, causing us all to chuckle.

Randolph then voluntarily lied down on the other end of my bench. Looking at Mr. Soarer he boldly said, "My turn."

"Randolph, no!" I shouted. "Really?"

"Yes. I'm not going to be the only... queer boy... without one," he told us.

However, before they could pierce Randolph Pierce, one item needed to be addressed. Though thrilled to include him, the German producer and Mr. Soarer weren't quite sure how to incorporate Randolph into the movie at this point. They decide they would film him apart from us whenever possible and maybe use those shots in another movie. But first they knew he should be as bald as the three of us. Dari quickly volunteered to shave him but was overruled. With his arms tied over his head to the top of the volleyball net, G1, G2, and G3 had the honors of removing every hair from Randolph's body.

"Good job son," Mr. Pierce praised his middle child admiring the smooth, flawless, almost 15 year old body. Then Randolph joined our PA club. The silver ring contrasted beautifully off his freshly shaved mocha colored skin. Eventually he would change the ring to gold.

Dean, bobby, and I were released from our bindings and moved over to the volleyball net where we were strung up along with Randolph for presentation to the crowded group of boys. Mr. Pierce handed Dari a set of nipple clamps and weights to place on his older brother. Randolph was just as stoic as Dean had been.

Then the four of us stood shoulder to shoulder as the cameraman slowly panned from left to right (Dean, me, bobby, and Randolph) getting close ups of our newly pierced junk and weighted tits. The room exploded in applause.

Instead of three homos on film, with Randolph it was now four all lined up in front of the volleyball net with our wrists tied above our heads. By now the nipple clamps had cut of all circulation to my nubs and I barely felt them. That was until G1, G2, G3, and now Dari (working on Randolph) connected our newly installed PA rings to our nipple chains after removing the weights. Due to the pain of the PA, we all needed fluffing up to make us fully hard. I wasn't sure why because the chains from our nips to dickhead was keeping our sacks free for our next bit of 'fun.'

I was most concerned for bobby and Randolph when I saw what it was, electric shocks. Unlike the cattle prod which Dean had used many times on me, the device used to fry our nuts today was a thin pencil like instrument which actually produced a spark visible from its tip to our balls. Held about an inch from our skin, the spark jumped from the metal rod to our sacks with a crackling sound. There was no acting on our part as our anguished screams were real. A dozen zaps later they stopped. Dari looked so happy to be included in his brother's torture that he didn't realize he was now going to be on a gay teen movie too.

Next was a massive bukkake. Four newly pierced boys were forced down on the floor as a group of some 42 horny teenagers evenly split up among us and wanked their dicks. Cum rained down on our faces, some boys shoving their cocks in our mouths so we could lick them clean. Caught up in the moment, nobody seemed to care or realize that they were taking part of and be in a sex movie. In truth the German cameramen did an excellent job of not showing anyones face.

With our faces covered in boy slime, we lined up facing our audience again. Mr. Soarer said it was time to remove the nipple clamps. Finally I thought. He warned the pain might be extreme and he wasn't lying. G1, G2, G3, and Dari had the honors to remove them. Luckily for Randolph, his had just been placed on so he suffered very little. The same could not be said for Dean, bobby, and me as we screamed out as blood rushed back into our tortured tits. The Germans and Dari rubbed our extremely sensitive nubs causing more pain as the feeling returned.

Mr. Soarer directed the four fags to place our dick rings together in a semi circle. The scene ends with a close up of them reflecting the light. Fade to Black.

The room full of boys began congratulating us. Soon the German producer brought in tons of grinders, chips, and drinks. We ate and mingled with everyone, still naked and unashamed at what we had done. It was a blast. I got embarrassed when John said he couldn't believe what Robby and I had done today, though he said we looked 'hot' with all the drying ball batter on our faces. He stroked our cock and played with our rings too.

Donny was so proud he couldn't wait for me to show Marla. The boys from Eastford thought Dean was so brave. Many patted Randolph on the back for joining us, which was quite the relief to Dari now that Randolph's secret was known.

Eventually the impromptu party ended as the boys started to leave. That left us and all thirteen of the German boys who were super horny if their hard ons were any indication. For a moment I thought the four of us were going to be gang banged by them. Instead, they (including G1, G2, and G3) had an amazing group orgy. Dean, bobby, Randolph, and I had to sit out as we weren't able to have sex until our piercings healed. Dale, Eze, and Dari watched too though they stroked their cocks though the entire filming. The German group would be part of another movie and I was super happy just to watch it.

Half way though the German orgy, Mr. Pierce whispered something to Dari. He shook his head no until Mr. Pierce whispered something else. I could see a smile spread across both of their faces as Dari nodded yes this time. Except for Dean who was paying off his debt to his father, Robby, Randolph, and I (plus Dale) were getting paid $200 for the weekend. Actually, Eze and Dari were getting $100 for yesterday. Mr. Pierce was offering him another $100 if he joined the German boys today. Poor Dari had no idea to what he just agreed.

The long and short of it was poor Dari received a gang bang from 13 horny and hung 14 to 17 year old German teenage boys. No amount of pleading on his part slowed the action. Darius was repeatedly and continuously spit roasted for over an hour by everyone before two 17 year old Germans ended the scene by double penetrating his skinny brown, 12 year old ass while a 16 year old face fucked an exhausted Dari. Man it was hot. Dari sure earned that 100 bucks.

After another rest and something more to eat and drink (Dari slept) the action returned to the locker room. The German boys hung around to watch. Tied down on the gym benches in front of our respective assigned lockers (which would be a constant reminder of what occurred each PE class) we awaited our next 'challenge". Randolph was in front of Richard's locker.

The German producer swabbed out balls with alcohol cotton balls. Then to our shock explained what he was going to do. Opening a briefcase looking satchel he pulled out a long hypodermic needle. I couldn't see the others but I heard them groan above my own whimpers.

"Boys," he said in his thick accent, "We are going to give you some man sized balls. This is sterile saline which I am going to inject into your balls so they expand to huge proportions." Without being scripted the four of us started pleading for him not to do it. Our begging fell on deaf ears.

"Oh boys, I am sorry. Let me clarify. Not your actual balls, but your sacks. They will stretch and stretch giving you the appearance of having softball sized bags. Maybe even bigger if all goes well. It is possible to achieve grapefruit sized scrotums in some cases. Shall we begin." He wasn't asking but telling us.

And so it began. The initial needle penetration wasn't that bad. It felt nothing more than a normal shot in the arm, except it was in my ball bag. The eerie feeling was the warm saline filling my nut sack. An IV of sterile saline solution hung above our outstretched legs with a tube connected to the underside of our balls. The drip would take about an hour so we weren't able to watch them inflate in real life.

However, with the use of a rudimentary time lapse photography of the day, the exponential growth of our ball bags was amazing to watch in the final movie. My balls were actually getting quite comfortable being surrounded by the saline, though there was a pressure which felt as if someone was lightly gripping them in a warm hand.

Dean was determined to take the entire liter bag. Robby and I were ready to tap out much sooner but Mr. Soarer wouldn't allow us to stop until we had each taken at least 500 ml. Randolph stoically said he'd take as much as Dean. Robby and I called out "uncle" which was our safety word at 800 ml. We were now sporting grapefruit sized nuts about 5 inches in diameter. Randolph remained silent as his bag continued growing.

Dean wasn't given the option to stop and endured the entire 1 liter bag of saline solution expanding his sack to just over 6 inches wide. On his smaller frame it looked obscene. Not that Robby and I didn't too, just not to quite the same scale. On Randolph's larger frame his 6 inch wide boy bag was very impressive.

Before being disconnected from the IV drip bags, the nipple clamps were reinstalled. They hurt like a bitch and a half when reapplied to our tender nubs. Dari tightened the jaws ensuring they would not come loose. I wanted to tell him that wasn't going to happen as the teeth had more than a firm grip on our sensitive nubs before he twisted the screws. If he went any tighter with them I thought they'd draw blood. Thankfully, he didn't and they didn't. With the chains once again clipped onto our PA piercing we stood side by side showing off our huge scrotums. Dale took many, many closeups of our abused and modified bodies.

The producer dismissed the German boys after each one walked down the line and gave the four of us a deep throat washing with their tongues. In addition to us four, they each kissed Darius much to his disgust and our delight. Not to be left out, Dale and Eze got 13 German goodbye kisses too, all of which was captured on film and photos.

The day ended with us returning to the Pierce home. Us four 'pierced' boys fell asleep in Mr. Pierce's big bed shortly after getting home. It had been a wonderful and wild weekend. Tomorrow we would return home from our 'trip'. Our dicks were sore, but whatever was in Mrs. Soarer's healing cream helped relieve the pain in our cocks.

Sunday Morning before returning home. The sound of a car horn going off woke us up around 9:30 the next morning. It was the German producer and his two cameramen. There was to be one more shoot this morning. Mr. Soarer examined our piercing saying they looked good. He gave us instructions on how to care for them properly until it was completely healed. Then we ate breakfast, seven nude teenagers and five dressed adult males. Mr. Soarer told us what today would entail as it had nothing to do with the last two days of filming. I think we were all quite surprised.

********* ADULT SCENE *********

Mr. Pierce and Mr. Soarer, wearing ski masks, began fucking Randolph and Dean, respectively, who were lying next to each other with their wrists tied to the headboard. The boys had on sleep masks so they were unable to see their fathers screwing his own son.

Eze, Dari, Dale, Robby, and I sat mesmerized as the action unfolded. I had seen Mr. Pierce in action before, experiencing it myself, but watching Mr. Soarer go at it was plain disturbing. He wasn't the hot stud like Mr. Pierce. What he lacked in physical attributes including a much smaller dick size, he more than made up for in stamina. He pounded Dean so hard and long I actually got bored watching. When he pulled out and shot his load in Dean's open mouth then demanded an ATM I was amazed at the quantity of his sperm. Mr. Pierce did the same.

Randolph was released and bobby and I took his place, one on each side of Dean. Securing ankle restraints on us, our legs were pulled high and wide to eye hooks in the ceiling. Three gaping pink, winking holes were ready to be filled. Sticking his tongue in our gapping chutes, Mr. Pierce began eating each of our asses. We wiggled around wanting more, more of which we would soon get. With his almost 10 inch throbbing cock leaking pre, Mr. Pierce rammed back into Dean's hole in one fast ass destroying move. Dean's scream was neither rehearsed nor fake. After a few minutes of pounding my mestre' (who began to enjoy his raping) I wondered what treatment bobby and I were going to be subjected. I didn't have to wait long.

With his left hand, Mr. Pierce began working one, then two, then three fingers in bobby's hole. He did the same to me with his right hand. I couldn't speak for bobby but I gripped the headboard with all my might and hung on for dear life as Mr. Pierce's fourth finger wiggled its way joining the first three stuffed up our asses. Bobby moaned and I groaned.

Mr. Pierce continued ravaging Dean's butthole as he stretched bobby and me with his fingers until he was able to achieve his ultimate goal, stuffing his entire hand in our chutes. I could feel Mr. Pierce curl his fingers into a fist inside my once tight love tunnel. Oh God. For a few minutes Mr. Pierce simply rotated his fists stretching our ass lips for the eventual pounding they would endure.

Without warning, Mr. Pierce slammed his big black cock into Dean's hole at the same moment he extracted his fists from bobby and me. "Fuck" we both yelled simultaneously. Before either of us had time to process what had just happened, Mr. Pierce pulled all but his dickhead from Dean as he slammed his fists back inside the two gapping holes before him.

With alternating movements Mr. Pierce fucked Dean while fisting bobby and me. In with his dick, out with his fists, followed quickly by out with is dick, in with his fists. My knuckles were turning white as I held onto the headboard. This abuse continued for a good ten minutes or more, though by the three young, dripping, throbbing newly pierced cocks on Dean, bobby, and me, abuse may not have been an accurate description.

Wanting to prove just how perverse the three of us were, Mr. Soarer insisted we empty our nuts while getting used. Mr. Pierce began stroking our prostates with his finger tips. Whether from Mr. Pierce's expertise or our horniness, all too soon two sets of hairless teenage balls started working their magic. The two camera guys moved in to capture our humiliation as Dale was taking plenty of pictures with a very professional camera. My balls eventually exploded covering my stomach with copious amounts of boy batter, bobby followed suit. Though we shouldn't have cum with our dicks not being healed, it did make for an excellent movie.

Now it was Dean's turn. With bobby and I off the bed, Mr. Pierce began an all out assault on Dean. However, it was not with his almost 10 inch dick, but with his right fist. Dean's eyes went wide as Mr. Pierce continued pushing past his wrist not stopping until his entire forearm up to his elbow was buried in Dean's chute. I think everyone was in shock. The look on Dean's face was literally out of this world.

What happened next took it to a whole new level. Mr. Pierce started working the fingers of his left hand inside Dean. Pulling back his arm to his wrist, Mr.Pierce somehow magically worked both his left and right hand inside my Mestre'. For a moment I thought Dean had stopped breathing. I think I had too.

Extracting his right hand Mr. Pierce began rabbit punching Dean's asshole alternating hands, left-right-left-right. I wondered if Dean would ever be able to hold in his crap or was his hole going to remain open for the rest of his life. Luckily, young sphincter muscles are resilient.

Eventually, Mr. Pierce needed to blow his load. Wanting the 'money shot' on camera, Mr. Pierce removed hands from Dean's ass and whacked his cock unloading over the gaping hole that was once Dean's asshole. End scene.

PHEW, our depraved weekend was over.

********* END ADULT SCENE ************

Having been patient throughout most of this weekend's sexual activities, Dale was rewarded and proceeded to fuck me while Eze fucked Randolph, and Dari fucked bobby. Dean recovered from his major ordeal. Afterwards, Mr. Pierce drove Robby and me home. Our dickheads were still tender but would survive. What a wild and crazy weekend.

To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Well that was far wilder and longer than I originally planned. I'd really like to bring this story back to the simpler days of bicha getting used by his neighbors and being humiliated often. We will return to Jamie working the farm in the summer next chapter. He is in for a real surprise. Hint: It will be a small sample leading up to this chapter.

Please send comments/ideas/suggestions to DeansBicha@gmail.com