Deans Bicha
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Chapter 72 Thursday, after work
Donny told me to move my hands which were presently trying to soothe my balls from his vicious punch. I prepared myself for the second bash which came quickly and even harder. FUCK! My dick wilted some though not totally. Grabbing my nuts in his fist, Donny began squeezing and rolling them around in his palm. Damn that hurt. I sat watching my stones being crushed never realizing Donny had pulled into the Archer's driveway. Only when he stopped both the ball torture and car did I look up.
"What are we doing here?"
"Picking up Matt and Jeff. Go get them," Donny orders.
"WHAT?!"
"Told you, you wouldn't want a boner. Come on, hurry up before you start rising again," Donny joked. When I didn't move he explained, "Mr. And Mrs. Archer already saw you naked last weekend and they know of your nude punishment this week, so what's the big deal?" True, he was correct. But could I really just ring their doorbell while standing on the steps nude? Turns out, Yes.
If Mrs. Archer was shocked, she suppressed her surprise. I wanted to die. Opening the door I stepped into another neighbors house without a stitch of clothes. This was unreal. Calling her sons I confirmed I'd be glad when this week was over when she asked. Come on Matt and Jeff. Let's GO I screamed in my head. The sooner we leave, the sooner your mom won't be looking at my bald junk. Plus, the longer I stand here embarrassed, the greater the chance of it standing at attention. It had plumped up to half mast and was parallel to the floor already. I almost wished Donny had crushed them a few more times before I got out of the car. Note to self for next time, sore and throbbing balls usually prevent hard-pons. Well, maybe.
Finally, I heard footsteps running down the hall. Screeching to a halt, Matt and Jeff were smiling at a nude me standing in their kitchen in front of their mom with a now 75% full on boner. I won't ask if it could get any worse because it always does.
"Whoa. Looks like someone is happy to see us," Matt chuckled.
"Man, you are a perv," Jeff said. "You better not shoot on our floor," he then added, causing me to become 100% hard at this point. After Jeff's comment, all eyes were focused on me. Or should I say, my twitching boner and heavy, hanging, full balls which hadn't unloaded since Tuesday night. They were approaching 48 hours! Holy Shit!
"Boys!" Mrs. Archer yelled out.
While I knew I would be in trouble if I did it but I SO desperately wanted to clasp my hands in front of my groin I mumbled, "Sorry. It does that when I'm embarrassed."
"So if working all week naked was embarrassing, were you hard all week too?" Jeff asked smiling.
"Jeffery!" his mom shouted.
"What? That's a fair question. He IS standing in our kitchen naked and hard after all," Jeff astutely pointed out.
"He's being punished you jerk," Matt reminded his younger brother.
"Working naked, yes. Having a stuffy, no. That's just rude," Jeff replied a second before he slammed his hand down on my rigid cock causing it to bounce back up and slap against my tight, slender, flat stomach making a whacking sound.
"Jeffery! That was uncalled for. Now you apologize to Jamie this instant," Mrs Archer ordered her youngest son.
"Why? I'm not the one walking around in other people's house showing off my bone."
"Yeah mom. Sorry Jamie, I know you have to be naked this week, but having a bo... (he stopped short and looked at his mom before continuing), um, an erection is kind of over the line." I'm sure they were both just egging me on to ensure my humiliation remained high in front of their mother so that my dick stayed ramrod erect. The Bastards.
"Boys, I know you know getting an erection is very common for boys your ages. If you were in Jamie's situation, you too might be in his condition," Mrs. Archer pointed out.
"Well we're not. So you should get rid of it. Or better yet, I will," Jeff announced a half a second before he, like Donny, slammed his fist into my unprotected ball bag.
The next few minutes were all a total blur. Mrs. Archer yelled at Jeff for his comment and the nut crushing punch. I bent over holding my aching battered balls. Jeff was laughing until Matt shoved Jeff so hard he actually landed flat on his ass.
Once things settled down, Mrs. Archer took charge. "Jamie, are you alright?" Assuring I would be fine (what's another hit to my baby makers?) she turned to her sons. "Boys! I'm very disappointed in both of you. Wait right there."
The three of us stood silently looking at each other while Mrs. Archer made a phone call. "Hello, Mrs. Soarer, this is Mrs. Archer. Yes, thank-you, I'm fine. I'm having a bit of a disciplinary problem with Matt and Jeff and I was wondering if you could help me out."
Let me explain. Mr. And Mrs. Archer were going out to dinner to celebrate a big construction project job he secured. Knowing they would be home late, and wanting a bit of privacy upon their return, they arranged for Matt and Jeff to stay at the Soarer house overnight.
She gave a brief account of what had just transpired. Then she dropped the bomb. "I was thinking of imposing the same punishment Jamie has on my boys tonight but I hate to impose on you. You wouldn't? That's wonderful. I think that should teach them, yes. Thank-you."
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Since one wasn't around, all we heard was the click of the phone being hung up. I don't think the three of us were still even breathing.
"Boys, Mrs. Soarer has agreed so off with those clothes. Jeff, you for taunting and punching Jaime. Matt, you for shoving your brother, you were warned the other night and now you can show Jamie what that punishment was."
I won't bore you with the argument that took place over the next few minutes. Eventually, Mrs. Archer had had enough. Just like my mom, she grabbed a wooden spoon and had Jeff over her lap, shorts and underwear around his ankles as she delivered at least two dozen whacks to his rear-end. Standing him up she told him, like my parents and most all others did back then, "Stop crying or I'll give you something to cry about."
Matt stoically lied across his mom's lap. At 13 1/2 years old, an old fashioned over-the-knee spanking was quite humiliating. Worse still was when she yanked his shorts and briefs down below his butt cheeks. Maybe because he had been warned the other night for the same infraction, he got double his brother. Standing him back up , Matt attempted to soothe his red cheeks by rubbing them, which Mrs. Archer told him to "leave alone."
My eyes were immediately drawn, not to his red, rosy ass, but bald boy bits. Whoa! Mrs. Archer must have seen where I was looking and explained Matt's punishment from Monday night. Another Baldie Boy. WOW!
"Ok you two, now get the rest of those clothes off this instant or do you want more convincing?" She asked holding up the wooden spoon as a threat. Neither Archer boy said a word as they undressed in the kitchen, sniffing back tears. As Mrs. Archer predicted, Jeff was soon sporting wood too. Matt, luckily for him, was not. Holding out her hands the boys turned over their clothes.
Turning to me she said, "Now Jamie, you won't feel so all alone tonight. I'm sorry my boys were so rude and misbehaved." Looking back over at Matt she asked me, "What do you think of Matt's new look?"
I truly didn't know what to say. On one hand it was super cool not being the only naked one. And it was fantastic to have a fellow boy my age shaved smooth as punishment. On the other hand, I did get some thrill out of being publicly embarrassed, thus the constant hard-ons. Besides, I did feel bad for Matt, as in both cases he was trying to stand up for me. Jeff, he got what he deserved. Knowing I had to answer I finally gave a noncommittal answer, "I'm surprised." Turning to Matt I told him, "Sorry you got punished because of me. Thanks for sticking up for me though."
"No problem," he replied. Though by the tone of his voice I knew he wasn't thrilled to have lost his pubic hair. Especially not at the hands of his mother. That was even worse than when my dad shaved me. However, I'm betting he didn't get hard like I did.
"Get your shoes on and head out. I suppose you'll be walking in the back now. I should make you walk down the street but I won't," Mrs. Archer informed her sons.
"No ma'am, my sister's boyfriend is waiting with his car. He picked me up after work."
"Well, I better go out and explain. Let's go," she said opening the backdoor. When Jeff went to pick up his overnight bag she told him he didn't need it, just to take his toothbrush. Matt walked outside for the first time naked, Jeff having done so during his punishment time with Dean. I could see the shocked look on Donny's face as the three nude teenagers approached his car, two being led by stiff dicks.
Mrs. Archer explained to a thrilled Donny what happened as we stood in the driveway. Every car going by probably saw the three of us in all our glory. Shit. Finally we were allowed to get in and head to the Soarer's house. Donny laughed his ass off all the way up the street.
Needless to say, Mrs. Soarer informed Dean and Dale about the Archer boys predicament. They were all smiles as we went inside, Donny too. Mrs. Soarer told us boys to head downstairs and 'have fun'. While Donny knew that Mr. and Mrs. Soarer knew of our activities, it was strange to see it happen for real. He expressed his disbelief once we were in the relative 'safety' of Dean and Dale's basement room or torture chamber to be more accurate.
After inspecting my hole first because I was supposed to be off limits until tomorrow (though yesterday's limited fun was ignored), Dean suggested that he, Dale, and Donny fuck me, Matt, and Jeff, respectively. Neither Matt nor I wanted or expected him to get it up the ass. Jeff was panicked thinking he had to take it from 18 year old Donny. So I took one for the team, "I'll do it. You can all fuck me," I told the group.
Dean smiled and answered, "I knew we could count on you bicha. Your hole looks perfectly back to normal in just a few days. I don't know if it's because of mama's healing cream you've been using or just your talented, tight pussy-ass. Either way, I guess you're open for business again. Let's get started."
As usual, Dean orchestrated events. Moving me to the infamous tilting board, Dale placed a one inch metal band around my balls pinning them to the bottom of my sack. Next, he held up a three pound weight to add to it. When I groaned and shook my head no, Mestre' told Dale to add another pound. I let out a loud grunt as the four pounds stretched my balls. Then to add to my misery, Dean and Dale put leather wrist cuffs on me pulling my arms above my head securing them to the top of the board so my chest was resting on it while I was standing on my tip toes.
Lastly, Mestre' positioned my cock through a hole in the board which allowed it to be "attended to" as Dean put it. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what that meant knowing I'd find out soon enough. With my dick poking out the back of the board, my balls were now at the top edge of the hole being held in place by the four pound weights. If I didn't push back on the cock of whomever was fucking me, my balls would be crushed between my body and the board. FUCK!
Since Donny wanted to be home when Marla got there, he went first. Shoving his long cock completely down my throat I coated it with plenty of phlegm to act as lubricant. Moving around to my 'pussy' (as it was going to be referred to now) Donny slid into my chute not stopping until his pubes scratched my ass. As predicted my balls felt the initial squish. As Donny's pounding got faster and faster, harder and harder, I feebly attempted to keep my nuts from being flattened, not an easy task standing on tip toes. Actually, it was a losing battle.
The guys all roared with laughter as I shouted out, "Oh Fuck. My balls. Please, stop. My balls are busting." Dean assured Donny they looked 'fine' and to continue. Continue he did. Donny plowed my ass, sorry I meant to say pussy, for only seven before he felt his own climax approaching. Putting it into high gear, he lasted another four before he began firing off his soothing, silky, sweetness up my cum coated cunt.
While Donny used my backdoor Dean announced it was time 'to attend to' my cock. Producing a small whip with at least a dozen braided leather strands Matt had the first opportunity to torture my cock. His first hit was rather gentle until Jeff reminded him he was bald now. Matt took a great deal of his anger out on me, or should I say my defenseless dick. Slamming the leather whip into the underside of my raging bone was painful. The worst was when he (at Dale's suggestion) brought it down on my dick head. Ouch, that fucker hurt, though it left no lastly marks other than being a bit red when all was said and done that afternoon.
Matt was next to 'bat' and stuffed his raging prick into me faster than the blink of an eye. Guess he was really pissed about losing his pubes. Jeff took over at whipping my dick, which surprisingly never wilted. Jeff followed Matt in my pussy, with Dale skipped the whip to use a metal pin wheel up and down my shaft. Holy mother of god those tiny little spikes dug into the tender flesh of my dickhead and the underneath. Jeff only lasted 6 minutes. Phew, thank goodness so Dale could stop abusing my cock and move to the main attraction.
Now it was Mestre's turn at 'attending to' my already sensitive love stick as Dale plunged into my well worn gaping hole. I thought I might be a bit sore after my last gang bang but everything felt good so far from behind. Dean held my dick in his hand and bent over giving it a tender kiss. It would be his last act of kindness for the afternoon.
Using his thumb and forefinger, Dean spread my piss slit open wide as he inserted a stainless steel sound down my shaft's length. Shit, I hate that feeling. The sound had a small 2 mm (approx. 3/32 inch) round ball at the tip for 'added pleasure' according to Mestre'. He timed his thrusts in my cock with Dale fucking my ass and smashing my balls to bits. I didn't know where to concentrate on the pain/pleasure I was experiencing. Dean increased the size of the sound ball to 4 mm (approximately. 5/32 inch) after 4 minutes. He upped it again to 6 mm (about a quarter inch wide) 6 minutes later. I endured not only my ass getting reamed but my pee hole too for another 8 minutes. If my ass, sorry PUSSY, wasn't sore after 18 minutes of Dale fucking me, I figured it was healed by now. I wasn't so sure my pee hole would be the same.
Actually, despite using a smooth ball, the urethra is very sensitive to foreign objects. The next few times I pissed it burned liked a bitch. The guys loved it, I did not. Though right now I was more concerned about the hammering my balls were taking.
Dean viciously stuffed the 6mm sound down my cock and taped it in place as he moved around back to give me my fifth fucking for the afternoon. We both knew he loved having sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, and fifths up my ass allowing his own cock to swim around in the other guys cum. I think he enjoyed that more at times. He lasted 11 minutes before pulling out. Like the others before him, Dean stood on a ladder in front of me so I could preform an ATM. Everyone had to finish with a squeaky clean cock.
It had taken an hour for everyone to screw me. I thought, that was a nice quick gang bang. Oh wait, didn't Dean say I needed to be done by six guys to be considered a proper gang bang. Maybe it was five. Who could remember. Dean produced a butt plug and shoved it inside of me trapping all their spent sperm. Guess that counts as number six.
My attention turned to my pancake flattened balls. How I managed not to unload them I'll never know. With all the stimulation they received I figured they would have shot off long before now. I didn't have permission to cum so I was glad they were still filled to capacity.
Now what you need to know is while my pussy (got it right this time) was being gang raped (no, I was willing, change that to fucked) Dean was orchestrating a side maneuver. Dean and Matt had 'convinced' Jeffie he should join in on the fun too. It wasn't as if Jeff had any chance of avoiding the situation. Poor Jeff was moved over to Dean's bed. Before he knew what had happened, he had wrist restraints on which were attached to the head board. His legs were free so they could be draped over the shoulders of whomever was fucking him.
"Please Matt, don't. Dean, No, I don't want to fucked. You can't. Give bicha another round. He likes it," the young recently turned 12 year old pleaded.
"So do you from what your brother told us," Dean laughed.
As Dean began lubing Jeff's tiny, pink whole, Matt bent down to whisper in his struggling brother's ear. "Listen, this IS going to happen. Just enjoy it. You did the other night."
"Noooo. That was different. It was just us, not everyone. Please Mattie, I'm begging you."
Wrapping his hand around Jeff's nut sack and gripping it tightly Matt continued to 'encourage' his brother. "Think how nice it will be to get dick after dick up your ass. You wanted it more than once the other night. Now here is your chance. Do it," Matt reasoned as he squeezed a bit harder on Jeff's nuts.
"Oooh, stop. My balls, you're crushing them."
"Are you going to do it? Do you want us all to fuck you? Come on Jeffie," Matt asked.
Hearing Matt use their 'private' nickname Jeffie caused a stirring in Jeff's entire body. It was as if a switch was flipped. Looking his big brother eye to eye, they both knew how this was to be played out. With one more hard grasp to Jeff's stones, Matt whispered seductively, "Do this for me Jeffie. Please," as the two gazed in each other's eyes. Silently, Jeffie nodded Yes. "Good boy."
It took Donny maybe all of five minutes after I had done an ATM on him before he was ready to go, this time in Jeffie. So whoever finished plowing my ass and got his ATM, he would rest for a few minutes before entering the warm, wet chute of Jeffie. Ah, to be young again with such recovery time.
Unfortunately, having just emptied their balls, each boy took longer to orgasm in Jeffie. Though by his grunts and groans I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad about it. Hell, he was lying on a nice soft bed face up so his balls, unlike mine, weren't being crushed on the hard tilting board as each rode his young, tender ass. Hell, I would have gladly traded places.
Donny departed after he filled Jeffie to meet my sister. The same order in which I was used, so too was Jeffie. I knew Dean loved to be last so his dick was coated in everyone else's cum. When he finished in Jeffie, he quickly announced, "Hey Jeff, have I got a surprise for you."
Untying me he said, "Hey guys, I think bicha did so well today I think he deserves a reward," as he walked me over to stand between Jeff's spread legs.
"NO!" Jeff shouted. "No, Dean, you can't let bicha fuck me."
"Why not?"
"Because... because he's a bicha. A fag. That's just not right."
"Seems right to me. But if you don't want him to fuck you, how about we just have him feed you all that cum that's starting to leak out of your asshole?" Dean laughingly asked.
"God NO. That's sick. He does that shit, not me," Jeff argued.
"Matt, what do you think?" Dean asked.
Looking back at his brother still restrained lying on the bed, cum beginning to dribble out of the well worn hole, Matt smiled and replied, "Sounds good to me."
"NOOOOOO! Matt, No."
"JEFFIE," Matt said sternly. Jeff closed his eyes and flopped his head back on the bed in defeat. "I think he's ok with it now," Matt chuckled.
"Ok bicha, stick your cock up his ass and wiggle it around. Don't you dare cum! Get as much cock snot on your dick as you can, then feed it to Jeff," Dean instructed me.
Jeff's eyes flew open and he raised his head, "No fucking way! Just let him use his fingers. I don't want him fucking me."
"He's NOT fucking you. He's simply using his dick to feed you our spunk," Dean answered.
I willingly inserted my hard, throbbing, two days denied cumming cock in Jeffie's once small and tight pink hole. The look on his face was a combination of defeat, disgust, and denial that this was happening. To be used by his brother and their friends was bad enough. But to allow a bicha, fag, homo, queer boy to slide his dick into your well worn love chute was unimaginably horrible. Closing his eyes he grimaced up his face waiting for the next humiliating portion.
Standing over Jeffie's mouth with my dick covered in four loads of boy batter, I smiled down on the young captive recipient. Dean gently pried open Jeffie's mouth allowing me to slip inside. I thought Jeff was going to upchuck when Matt tauntingly said, "Yeah, eat that creamy cum all up. You love it don't you?" Jeff continued to clean my dick but shot his older brother a look of death. It took two more times before Dean felt Jeff had consumed all of the spunk.
"Ok boys, let's move on," Dean said as he tugged on the four pound weight still swinging from by boys. Leading us into the bathroom we all knew what was going to happen now. Kneeling in the tub with our heads tilted back and mouths open, one by one the guys drained their bladders filling our mouths to the rim with waste water. Dean let the rest cascade down our bodies.
Dale had at this point grabbed his movie camera for a 'fun' shot of the degrading humiliation. Once done pissing we were ordered to swallow. Yuck. I thought, bobby where are you when I need you? Jeff looked as if he was going to barf any second, though he didn't.
Dean sprayed us off with cold water from the shower, using the jet spray on my tender balls, Jeff was spared that extra. Dean generously removed the weight but kept my boy bits trapped by the metal collar. Shit, when the water jet hit them they couldn't swing to avoid being pummeled. Fuck that hurt. In order to avoid any bruising or swelling, Dean then filled a large tumbler with ice and cold water. Submerging my parts fully not only shrank them, but had the effect of my balls attempting to rise which was of course impossible with the ball stretcher. I had to endure the ice water ball bath for five minutes. Pure torture, especially when they wiggled it around stirring up the water inside. I would just get adjusted to the temp when they would do it again and again and again.
After we dried off I made the mistake of making a very foolish comment about my balls being sore. Dean had a 'fix' for that. With my legs spread apart, hands behind my head, Dean applied a very generous amount of Icy Hot sort cream to my ball bag. Rubbing it in for 30 seconds was cool and comforting, though we all knew what torture I was about to suffer. BAM! When the heat took effect and I danced around as my nuts began to roast. The four of them laughed at my predicament. The bastard Dean then read the label, "Oh dear, I used extra strength and I used double what is recommended. Is that too much Bicha?"
As I danced around the room in a feeble attempt to distract myself from the blow torch heat which was practically boiling my balls I was only vaguely aware when Dean asked me, " What about your hole? Does it need soothing too?"
Next thing I knew I was lying on Dean's bed with Dale and Matt holding my arms down as Jeff (at Dean's instruction) worked another big blob of Icy Hot up my asshole with his index and middle fingers. FUCKING HELL. The burning was now coming from the inside as well. To prevent me from screaming too loudly, Dale had 'kindly' shoved a penis shaped gag in my mouth. I was grateful for something on which to bite.
My eyes nearly fell out of my head when Dean removed the sound which was still taped inside my shaft. Fearing the worst, I squealed through the gag. Dean laughed while shaking his head 'no'. "Not inside tonight, maybe just a bit on the tip." He then proceeded to coat my entire raging boner with what he called a 'smaller' portion of the blistering hot sports cream. I guess his definition and mine of the word 'small' were different.
My entire genitals were now ablaze in a roaring, raging inferno. I wondered if I could actually get third degree burns. Truth is, yes, you can really injury yourself by using too much. Dean was careful only to apply enough so no lasting damage was done.
It took me some 20 minutes before I settled down. I lay across Dale's bed exhausted from my abuse. My breathing was so hard I thought I had run a 4 minute mile.
Eventually, Mrs. Soarer called us upstairs for dinner. Dean and Dale joined Matt, Jeff, and me in eating naked. To say it was weird would be an understatement. It probably would have been even more strange had Mr. Soarer been there. I don't know where he was and I didn't care. While I had never had any real sexual activity with him, thank goodness, though it was always possible, he creeped me out. It wasn't because of his "side business" as Dale described the movie making. Except for Mr. Pierce and his big black cock I had no attraction to adult men.
After dinner and dessert (through which Jeff and I remained boned) Dale said it was time for us to turn in for the night as it was getting late. Matt seemed relieved, as his nude punishment would be ending. He told me later it wasn't that bad since all five of us had eaten and messed around naked. Had it been just him or him and his brother, it would have been far worse.
The guys all peed and brushed their teeth. I had the enviable task of holding their dicks as they relieved themselves. Of course, in bobby fashion, I was ordered to lick up the last few drops of piss from each dripping dick. Though I would have preferred to keep the taste of their cum in my mouth, I was glad to brush my teeth now.
When they went to bed, I was going to sleep, what little I could get, on the sofa. If I had been allowed to sleep normally, it wouldn't have been a problem. Dean, however, had a few modifications to my sleeping arrangements.
First issue to be addressed was my rampant boner. Dean granted Jeff permission to rid me of it by punching my balls, just hard enough yet not too rapidly to make me shoot. It took five strikes to make my hard-on disappear. Then, just for good measure per Mestre', Matt used a leather belt on my boys. The slapping sound was only slightly softer than my grunts of anguish. Once I was completely flaccid Dale quickly padlocked the metal ring around my aching nuts to a chain and hoisted me upwards toward the ceiling. Lying flat on the sofa, my ass was almost off of the cushions.
Instinctively, I grabbed the chain attempting to hoist myself up in order to lessen the pull on my abused balls. Dale laughed at my foolish maneuver as he handed his brother another padlock. Pushing me to a sitting position (which stretched my sack even more) Dean twisted my arms behind my back and connected the padlock to my leather wrist cuffs. I flopped back down unable to ease the upward tension other than by raising my hips which I knew I couldn't do all night long.
"Now for the 'fun' part," Dean announced. Using a smaller padlock, Dean placed it around the crown of my dickhead, basically trapping the glans. A thin chain had been threaded through the lock and was then pulled toward my outstretched nuts, partially separating them down the middle. I heard another 'click' and knew my dick was now trapped in a downward position literally chained to the underside of the metal ball stretcher, thus preventing me from getting hard. Holy Fuck! I thought of Mr. Soarer's adult bicha with his cock being locked by his PA to his taint piercing. Blood started to fill my dick, shit. Dean had successfully insured that even if I only could touch my junk, I couldn't do anything with it. Fucking Bastard.
Dean huddled the guys and whispered something to them. I then watched helplessly as Jeff got into bed with Dean while Matt climbed in with Dale. Minutes later I was treated to the sight of watching two slow, leisurely 69s being performed. My locked up dick expanded what little it could. For not being very experienced, Matt surprisingly did a decent job swallowing Dale's spunk. That's what it looked like from my position on the sofa anyway. However, I was mistaken when Matt and Dale came back over to me.
Dale squeezed open my mouth, then he and Matt took turns spitting each other's spunk into my gapping mouth. Dean and Jeff soon followed suit. My teeth may have been minty clean, but my breath was pure cum. Guess I got my wish after all.
Dean tossed a light blanket over my upper body and kissed me goodnight. Returning to their beds, this time the brothers paired up; Dean and Dale in one, Matt and Jeff in the other. Snuggling under the covers I watched the motion of what was undeniably the older brother making love to his younger sibling. My padlocked dick expanded as much as the short chained connected to my balls allowed.
"Sleep well bicha," Dean said as he turned off there lights. Lying there restrained and horny as the others quickly fell asleep I reflected on the day. I hadn't emptied my balls now in over 48 hours which was getting painfully. If that wasn't bad enough, I was practically hanging by those filled-to-capacity balls too (well, not like Ian but still uncomfortably so). When will Mestre' allow me to cum? We were leaving on the camping trip with the Pierces tomorrow late afternoon. Would I be allowed to cum over the weekend? I sure hoped so.
Friday Morning.
Mrs. S called down the stairs telling us boys breakfast would be ready in 10 minutes. The four of them clambered out of bed while I remained secured in basically the same position as last night. It took a while but I managed to get to sleep finally. Needless to say it was restless and I was a bit tired this morning. Dean unlocked my arms first and it felt good to move them. When he released my balls from the ceiling chain I felt a wave of relief over my entire body. I was allowed to pee, but had to sit because my dick was to remain locked. Shit.
With only 7 more minutes till we ate Dean told everyone to 'rub out a load' quickly. I knelt in front of two tweens and two teenagers as they began tugging away on their joy sticks. As each quickly approached his boiling point my mouth was filled with an early morning treat. I swallowed four delicious loads of freshly brewed cum as a pre-breakfast snack. While not as filling as the pancakes we were served upstairs, the silky smoothness of the boy batter was far more delicious. No syrup needed.
After Matt, Jeff, and I did the breakfast dishes (the three being punished) Mrs. S. drove Matt and Jeff home, Matt had baseball camp still. Mr. S. informed me he would have his co-worker, with whom he carpooled, drive me to Mr. Mann's farm this morning so I wouldn't be late. Not ideal having yet another adult witness my naked time but better than suffering the consequences of being tardy again. Dale and Dean would get some more shut eye, the lucky fucks.
Suddenly we heard a car horn being tooted. Mr. S. said our ride was here and told his sons to have a good day. With a wicked smile on his face, Dean said they would. Then Mestre' gave me a look which I knew would mean trouble, for me that is, as he finally unlocked my dick, which of course began filling with more blood. The Soarer boys headed back downstairs while Mr. S. and I walked outside.
So there I was naked and 50% boned walking down my neighbors driveway about to get into the car of a complete stranger. Climbing in the backseat I kept my head down not wanting to look this guy, whoever he was, in the eye.
"Well, who do we have here?" he asked as Mr. S. got in the front seat.
"This here is Jamie," Mr. S. answered.
"And he's naked because?"
"He's being punished. He was caught running around that way and destroyed some property of Mr. Mann. He's working off his debt. Since he was streaking at the time, his father thinks he'll learn a bigger lesson if he's kept nude while he's making amends," Mr. S. explained. I was glad he was doing the talking because my mouth had gone completely dry.
"That right, boy?"
"Yes sir," I barely said above a whisper keeping my head down.
"Look at him when you're talking," Mr. S. ordered.
Bringing my head up I looked into the co-worker's eyes. Suddenly I began to worry. Did I know him? His features were very similar to someone, but who? "Yes, sir." I said clearly.
"You run around naked often, do you?" the guy asked.
"No, sir. It was a dare."
Chuckling at my answer, he then asked, " What's your name?"
"Jamie, sir."
"Nice to meet you Jamie, I'm Mr. Ruggles," he said extending his hand to shake.
Are you fucking kidding me? Mr. Ruggles, as in Richard's father. No fucking way. If, or should I say when, this gets back to that little prick, oh fuck.
"I think you know his son, Richard, don't you Jamie?" Mr. Soarer questioned.
"Yes, he's in my class," I answered with a lump in my throat.
"Ah, so you must be friends," Mr. Soarer commented. He knew damn well Richard and I weren't exactly friends.
"Yeah, I guess," I replied.
"Didn't you say Mr. Mann needed more help with harvesting today?" Mr. Soarer queried.
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I did know I had better go along with it. "I'm not sure, maybe," I half dodged the question.
"Oh, that would be great. Richard needs something to keep him busy and out of trouble. I'll call my wife and have her bring him over this morning. You think that will be alright?" Mr. Ruggles asked with a bit of a smile on his face.
Before I could respond, Mr. Soarer said, "I'm sure Jamie would appreciate Richard's 'help' today. Right?" he asked me, giving me a look over his shoulder which indicated I had better keep agreeing. Are you fucking, fucking kidding me?
"Yes, of course. Thanks," I mumbled.
"Super, then it's settled. Let's go." Mr. Ruggles said with a wicked looking grin on his face, almost as if he knew what would happen. As he backed out of the driveway, my heart skipped a beat when he looked down at my now 75% filled boner pointing northward and gave me a wink. By the time they dropped me off, I was fully boned, which wasn't missed by Richard's father. You have got to be fucking, fucking, fucking kidding me.
As I exited the car, Mr. Ruggles commented, "Looks like you're anxious to get to work. It sure must 'suck' having to work like that." He emphasized the word 'suck' of course.
"Yes, poor Jamie, It (meaning me) does suck," Mr. Soarer said. I could hear the two men laughing while I crossed the street to the Mann farm.
Raymond was more than pleased to see me early, allowing me the opportunity to give him a pre-work blow job. Darin passed. Mr. Mann walked into the barn just as I was getting up off my knees while Raymond was re-dressing. He glanced at the two of us with a knowing look. You've got to be fucking kidding me times four.
"Boys, you're gonna have some extra help today. Jamie's school chum, a boy named Richard," Mr. Mann told us. Funny, that was 'just determined' not 10 minutes ago. No way was this not planned out. He continued, "If guys finish early, then you can knock off for the weekend. Sound good?"
"Sounds excellent to me. I'm taking Pam out to dinner tonight. Thanks," Darin said excitedly.
"Yeah, it will be a 'fun' day," Raymond said as he rubbed the front of his jeans, his dick stretching the fabric obscenely again.
Just then a car pulled into the barnyard, with fucking Richard in the front seat. Fuck, now I knew for sure this was all a set-up. The car had barely stopped when he was jumping out. He loved the nude, bald look and couldn't stop looking directly at my 100% completely hard cock. Mrs. Ruggles had gotten out too and was talking with Mr. Mann about Richard's working today, though she spent most of that time looking directly at my nudity. When she left she told her evil son, "Have a good time honey," all the while staring me in the eyes. I felt like a lamb being led to slaughter.
After the adults left, Darin, wanting to get to work, was a bit pissed when Raymond asked Richard if he'd like to start the morning off with a blow job. Richard practically had his shorts and briefs around his ankles before Darin could object.
"Jesus, just be quick. I want to get finished early and get out of here. I'm not going to have you fags messing that up," Darin warned.
"I'm NOT a fag," Richard protested.
"Yeah, whatever," Darin said. He didn't believe Richard any more than I did. "Soon as you're done, we got to get to work. Come on Raymond, let's get stuff loaded in the wagon.
Before following Darin outside, Raymond whispered something to Richard. Whatever it was, I knew I wasn't going to like it when Richard excitedly said, "You bet I will." He then proceeded to pound away at my throat. In truth, given his small size, he barely tickled the back of my mouth. I was bigger than him soft than he was hard. So too was just turned 12 year old Jeff. Little Richard certainly was an appropriate nickname for him, the poor bastard.
Richard grabbed my head at the two minute mark and began thrusting wildly in my mouth. He was close. Thirty seconds later he cried out, "Yes, swallow my baby makers you little faggot." Predictably his tiny balls produced only a few drops of spunk, causing me to swallow no more than twice, maybe three times just to be safe I got it all. It was really laughable.
Still holding onto my head he said, "Stay right there. I got something else for you." Shit. Raymond had told Richard to pee in my mouth. Fuck, Robby/bobby where are you when I need you? No sooner did I finish that thought then Richard's released his piss. Despite not producing much baby batter, he did have a big bladder. I had to gulp quickly to capture it all, otherwise I knew I'd be in trouble.
"Oh, fuck. This is so sick. I can't believe you're drinking my piss. What a fucking perv." To add insult to injury, Richard pulled out towards the end and sprayed my face with the last of his golden nectar. Thankfully, it was only an ounce or two.
We headed outside to an angry looking Darin and a grinning Raymond. We got to work and I had to give Richard credit, despite the heat and back breaking work of today, he pitched in knowing he would reap the rewards once we were finished. A half an hour past our normal lunch time and we were done for the day. Darin was super happy and wasted no time leaving, but not before taking Raymond aside and warning him not to go overboard.
We were all starving by now. Raymond said he wanted to make a phone call as he picked up the barn telephone extension. While dialing, he told me and Richard to go get lunch for everyone. Mrs. Mann handed Richard a cooler stocked with soft drinks. She handed me two big picnic baskets which I struggled to hold filled with a huge spread of sandwiches, snacks, and fruits. With both hands full, I had no way to cover myself as some woman walked into the kitchen from the living room. It seemed Mrs. Mann was having her women's group over for a luncheon.
"Oh my, who is this and why isn't he wearing any clothes?" the woman asked. Mrs. Mann proceeded to explain my situation, causing me great embarrassment with the predicted result. By now, the other four women had come to see what the delay was. I stood naked and erected in the Mann's kitchen in front of Mrs. Mann and 5 more women. Oh, by the way, I recognized three of them. One was a teacher at my junior high school, another was a woman from our church, the third worked at my doctor's office. The other two I didn't know, but would in time as one would be my history teacher in high school, the last would be hired at the restaurant as a hostess.
I won't bore you with the specifics of how it played out because we all know how it's going to end. Besides that, my head was about to explode through it all and I couldn't have told you who said what even if I wanted. End Result: I'm going to get punished simply for being punished already, under the pretense of being rude by being erect. Talk about a lose-lose situation.
Soon enough I found myself kneeling on the dining room table presenting my 'bubble butt' (as the church lady described it) to them. My balls (thankfully Dean had removed the metal collar when he unlocked me this morning) dangled between my spread open legs. My dick remained rock solid hard poking my stomach. My hole repeatedly opened and closed as if it were winking at them trying to draw attention. Not that it was needed by their embarrassing remarks.
As if planned (was there a doubt) Mrs. Mann pulled a large, wooden, fraternity-style paddle with many holes in it to lessen the wind resistance from the dining room china cabinet. The women all Oohed and Aahed. My head hung down looking at the lace doily under the table centerpiece as I tried to prepare for the beating my butt would be forced to endure.
The first woman slammed the paddle across both cheeks, causing my head to shoot up. Oh fuck, how many of these can I withstand I wondered. Bastard Richard was standing off to the side enjoying every second of my humiliation and punishment. The grin on his face was pure evil. Four more vicious blows followed then she handed the paddle to the next lady. Each took five double handed whacks landing squarely on my backside. That was 30 in total. My ass was fire engine red when they finished. My pleading cries did little to decrease the severity of this latest assault nor did it rid me of my boner.
"Oh. That's disgusting. I would have thought he would have had the decency to lose that by now," one of them exclaimed.
"I agree. Shameful, just shameful," another added.
"Excuse me ladies, but I have a solution to Jamie's problem. May I?" Richard so 'nicely' asked.
"Yes, of course, if it gets rid of that," Mrs. Mann answered for the group.
Richard took three giants steps over to me and wrapped his hand around my trapped balls. Thankfully he didn't pound them. Looking me in the eye with a sinister sneer Richard began applying pressure. FUCK. Raising on my tip toes, as if that was going to prevent him for squeezing the life out of them, I clasped my hands over his fist in attempt to stop the pressure.
"Hands down," he barked. For fear of what else he might do, I dropped my arms to my side. "You see ladies, a little pressure is all it takes to deflate him," Richard explained.
'Little' my ass! He basically had them in a death grip. While my dick had started to soften, it apparently wasn't fast enough. Being the prick that he is, Richard began rolling my stones in the palm of his hand. Oh holy hell that hurt. Despite my now dangling dick just flopping around, Richard continued to crush my nuts for another 15-20 seconds. Agony, pure agony.
Richard was congratulated by the group of women on a job well done. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Then Mrs. Mann told us boys to go bring lunch outside. When Richard commented how hungry he was, Mrs. Mann delivered another surprise.
"Oh, yes, look at the time, well past lunch hour." It was just going on 1:00PM so it's wan't as late as they made it out to be. "And all because of Jamie." Handing Richard the paddle she directed him, "After lunch, why don't you boys punish him too." You might have thought Richard won a million dollars by the way his face filled with glee. I did NOT have the same reaction.
Once back outside, Richard and I headed for the barn with lunch. I wondered why Raymond hadn't come looking to see what was taking us so long. As we approached the barn door, Richard and I could hear talking. Talking? With whom?
I first noticed Dean and Dale. Ok, no surprise there. Raymond also called his friend Philip, the cute electrical student. I could get down with that. The last person sent shivers down my spine. If I thought Richard was bad, this guy was worse. It was that sadistic devil Huck. No fucking way! I didn't know if it was Raymond or Dean who invited Huck, though it didn't matter. What did matter was I would be subjected to abuse beyond belief.
While everyone ate (Mrs. Mann had packed plenty, again as if she knew) I barely ate half a sandwich being so nervous. Sensing my distraction, Dean, who was sitting next to me, did lean in and whispered, "Don't worry bicha, just enjoy it." His words helped me calm down enough to eat the rest of the sandwich and some chips.
Once we finished eating, Richard held up the fraternity paddle. Explaining what had happened inside, my butt was to be treated to another ass splitting round of spanking. If I thought the ladies had been particularly rough, I was mistaken. Six strong boys ages 12-18 were going to do a far, far worse job on my ass. Huck thought six was a better number than five, which met with everyone's approval. My ass would be nothing but a glowing, red hot quivering mound of mush after 36 strikes.
Re-tying me across the hay bale I thought my ass was being ripped right off my body as whack after whack landed on my backside. I was begging by the 7th, pleading by the 13th, crying by the 22nd, and all but passed out by the 30th. I never even felt the last six as my mind had shut down. Throwing some water on my face to revive me, Dean squatted down in front of me. "Are you ready Bicha?" I looked into his eyes and knew he would ultimately take care of me. I nodded 'yes.'
Then it was time for some 'good old fashioned fucking," Dean announced to the group. Cheers went up. Dale made sure my cock and balls were placed in a downward position at the edge of the hay. No stimulation to my over sensitive, over filled balls would be allowed which might accidentally trigger an early release.
Raymond went first after I 'lubed' him up with some spit. As he filled me from behind, Philip rammed his cock down my throat. In traditional gang bang fashion, each boy was treated to the soft, warm confines of my mouth before they plugged my ass. Following Philip were Dale, then Quickdraw, I mean Richard, then Huck (who gave new meaning to the word 'slam' as he ruthlessly pounded both my throat and ass,) with Dean bringing up the rear (as usual). Sadly, because I was getting them ready to 'do me', this time I couldn't perform any ATMs.
As I lay across the hay bale trying to catch my breath, I was vaguely aware of the guys discussing something. I heard Philip exclaim, "No Way." More quiet discussion followed. After a short 10 minute rest, in which Dale had me stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water, Dean told me my last fate for the afternoon. I groaned when he said that Richard and Huck would have the 'honors.'
Dale had gone to the back storage room while Dean was talking to the guys. Retuning with a bucket of something, Dale placed it in front of me. Opening it, I could see it was a white, slime filled goop of some sort. Dean scooped a big glop of it in three fingers and let it drip back into the container. "This will help you Bicha, you're going to need lots and lots of lube. Flip him over." Dean ordered. Raymond and Philip were quick in action.
I was now lying on my back, arms secured above my head, legs spread wide tied to the rafters ready for action. Starting with three fingers (because my hole had been stretched by the gang bang) Dean shoved plenty of the cool lube up my well worn chute. Working it around, Dean added his fourth finger. Fuck, I'm about to be fisted.
A minute after I came to that realization, Dean tucked in his thumb and slowly worked his entire hand in my gapping hole. I saw the others all hovering above me with smiles on their faces as my sphincter squeezed onto his wrist. Rotating his hand, Dean widened my anal cavity to the delight of everyone. Strangely, even I was somewhat excited by it. Dale, always the professional, was already filming the debauchery.
After a few minutes, Dean instructed Richard to grease up his hand. Raymond then spoke up and asked the dreaded question, "Can we all get a turn?"
While originally it was going to be just Richard and Huck (after Dean prepped me) now it seemed as if I might be subjected to six fists. All eyes were transfixed on Dean waiting his response. I don't know if I was happy or sad when he answered, "I don't see why not. Is that ok with you Bicha?"
Was he really giving me a choice? Or was it rhetorical? Regardless, I knew what my answer had to be. No, make that what I wanted it to be. "Yes, Mestre'. Thank-you."
In the same order as my gang bang, I took fist after fist after fist. Raymond, Philip, Dale, Richard, then Huck plunged his fist in my abused and battered hole a half dozen times each. Dean, who had gone first prepping me, didn't repeat.
"Ok, I think since Richard and Huck were going to be the only ones fisting the little faggot, they should get a special treat. Guys come on over here."
The three of them walked away and talked briefly. Richard was dancing around in excitement. Huck was rubbing his hands together in anticipation. This did not look good. When they returned, Dean explained.
"So, Bicha hasn't unload his balls in three days now. They have got to be ready to deliver a massive amount of spunk. Richard and Huck are going to help him release all that pent up energy. Guys, go ahead."
With Dean, Raymond, and Philip standing around watching, and Dale filming, Richard and Huck knelt down on each side of my out stretched legs. My red ass was still hot to the touch from the two brutal beatings I had received. My hole was wide open from the gang bang and six fists. What more could they do?
Suddenly, Richard pushed his fist back into my hole making me gasp from the invasion. At the same time, Huck tapped his fist into my balls. Richard's hand withdrew and they switched, with Richard hitting my nuts and Huck filling my ass with his larger hand. The two worked in an orchestrated harmony, alternating from balls to hole. They slowly built up the intensity, going faster and harder.
As the pressure built in my pent up balls, I wanted them to go even faster and harder. Shit, I was on the verge of shooting. Suddenly, Dean yelled, "STOP." All stimulation was removed. Whoever had his hand up my ass withdrew it, leaving me panting and wanting more.
"NO, please, don't stop," I screamed.
Giving me a minute or so to calm down, the two began again. Four times they brought me to the edge and stopped. I was beyond myself struggling with the ropes holding me down. I'd beat my own balls and fist myself if I could just shoot.
"I think he's ready," I heard Dean say.
With one last nut crushing punch from Richard and one fat fist shoved up my hole by Huck, I EXPLODED. Cum shot everywhere. It shot so fast and so far out of my cock it went past my head. The next several blasts coated my face. Many more lesser blasts landed on my chest and torso. After a dozen or so spurts, my balls released the last few drops on my clean shaven pubic region. Never had I ever had an orgasm like that. It gave new meaning to the expression, "Seeing Stars."
Surprisingly, the boys all started applauding. With my eyes closed I thought it was for Richard and Huck for bringing me off in such fashion. But when I looked around I was surprised as they too were clapping. I was being congratulated on producing such a huge amount of boy batter. Exhausted, I was still very proud of myself and smiled.
Once I was untied, Dean took me around to the outdoor shower where he tenderly helped me clean up. My hole felt as if a Mack truck had driven through it. After washing it softly, Dean rimmed me into another erection. I asked if he thought I'd be able to 'have fun' this weekend while camping.
"You have one special talent Bicha. Your hole can take a lot of abuse and use. I think you'll be just fine." With one tonsil swabbing kiss, Dean turned off the water and dried us off. Returning to the barn, the guys were all re-dressed. Short shorts and t-shirts don't take a lot of time anyway.
Huck announced he would give Richard a ride home. Turning to me he gave me the shock of shocks. "Good job queer boy. Most men couldn't survive that." I mumbled a thanks and they left.
Raymond and Philip departed next. Since Richard and Huck were gone, I figured it was safe. Wrapping my arms around them I thanked them with tongue lashing kisses. Raymond lightly slapped my sore ass eliciting a small yelp from me. Philip offered us a ride up the street to the Soarer's house. Dean, Dale, and I climbed into the back seat, my butt still a bit tender.
Dean handed me a pair of shorts telling me to put them on. He instructed me to tell my dad that Mr. Mann had given them to me now that my naked work week was over. The real reason was to conceal my battered butt.
We dropped Dean and Dale off. Dean told me I could cum all I wanted this weekend, no restrictions and to enjoy. Phew, what a relief. With Randolph I knew I would too. Mr. Pierce, well, I didn't know how that would play out.
Continuing up to my house, I saw Mr. Pierce's truck in our driveway. The guys let me off, telling me not to do anything they wouldn't do, then laughing as they drove off. There wasn't much they, or I wouldn't do.
As I walked up the driveway, boy was I ever surprised when not only Randolph came out of the garage carrying some camping supplies, but Robby too! Oh boy, this was going to be F-U-N!
To Be Continued...
Author's Note: Wow, I hope that you got off on this chapter. I would have but presently I'm Locked and Loaded, much like bicha Jamie, only with a modern day cock cage. Don't know for how much longer. As always, if there is something you'd wish to see happen, let me know. A few of the scenes in this chapter were at the request of two readers.
Next Chapter: The Camping Trip.
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