Date: Sat, 11 Oct 2003 17:45:11 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Less Traveled - Chapter 5

This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your
tastes, and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.
The full warning/disclaimer/copyright notice is included at the
beginning of Chapter 1.

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The Road Less Traveled
(True, BB, B/b, bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation)
Chapter 5- Ricky's Punishment Plus

By now, the calming effects of the swim had worn off and we all getting
excited again. We were anxious to continue Ricky's punishment but had to
deal with Jimmy first. It seemed unfair to let Jimmy participate without
him being a member of our club. Of course, that was quickly solved.
Following what was now becoming a formalized introduction, Jimmy made his
oath and went through the first part of his initiation.  He did the
stripping thing, got a pink belly, exercised while naked and all that.
Jimmy was nine like most of the rest of us (Okay some were 8 but so close
to 9 that it's easier to just say 9). He had real short brown hair and was
fairly cute, despite the fact he was fairly scrawny.

As soon as we were done with the first part of Jimmy's initiation, we got
back to business with Ricky. I remember showing Jimmy, Ricky's list of
punishments and watching his reaction. His eyes got real big and then he
said, "That's really NEAT!"  Yea, things were "neat" back then, and not
"awesome."

Lest we forget, this was the list of "tortures" Ricky had prepared for
Butch:

Torture List For Butch

NOTE: All of these things will be done with him naked and tied up in
different positions.

1) Force his mouth open and spit inside his mouth

2) Tie him between two fence posts near the old barn. The ones where all
the ant hills are.  Make sure his butt is over an ant hill, then crumble a
cookie over his cock and balls and stir up the ant hill.

3) Tie him on a fallen tree in the swamp where all the mosquitoes are until
he talks.

4) Tie him out in the sun and get hot rocks from the edge of the road and
put them on his chest, armpits, stomach, thighs, cock and balls.

5) Pluck the hairs from above his cock.

6) Stuff green crab apples up his hole.

7) Tie him with his arms overhead and legs spread and then hang stuff from
his balls

8) Whip his balls

9) Pee all over his body


So, we dragged Ricky across the cornfield and found a spot along a fence
near a road that had a bunch of bushes.  We stripped off Ricky's clothes
and then had him lay down on his back between two fence posts.  We tied his
hands to one post and his feet to the other.  We were so close to the road,
that we only had to take of few steps to reach out and touch a passing car.
Of course, you couldn't see Ricky from the road, since he was behind some
bushes.  But is was pretty exciting having him that close to passing cars.
He was really worried that someone would see him.

Once we were sure that he was secure and no one could see him from the
road, we began the fun part of the punishment.  We picked up hot stones
from the edge of the road and used them on Ricky's body.  They had been in
the hot summer sun all day and were pretty darn hot.

Ricky bucked and pulled at his bonds as we placed hot stones on his
armpits, chest, stomach and thighs.  And he started to scream when we
started on his cock and balls.  He was bucking so much that Butch had to
sit on his stomach to keep him from bucking the stones off.  We were all
enthralled by the fact that his cute little cock remained hard throughout
the torture.  Jimmy really got into it too.  He seemed to focus on Ricky's
cock head. He'd grab Ricky's shaft and hold it steady while he touched a
hot stone to the slit on Ricky's mushroom.

Needless to say, after awhile Ricky started begging for us to stop. We kept
it up for just a little longer and then decided to move to other things.

We untied Ricky and led him back across the field and into a little wooded
area.  Once again we tied him up. This time standing with his arms tied
above his head and with his legs spread very wide and tied to a couple of
stumps.

Ricky didn't have any pubic hairs to pull out yet, so we had to skip that
one.

We tied a piece of twine around Ricky's little balls and then hung a bunch
of stuff from them.  It was hard to do, cause his balls kept slipping
through the twine. Eventually though, we got the twine tight enough to hold
and had our fun at Ricky's expense.  We started by hanging his sneakers
from his balls.  Then we added an old horseshoe we had in the fort. Ricky
was hurting, but not too bad.  That is until Jimmy hung a small log from
his balls.  Now he was grunting and groaning and sweating like crazy.

We sat down and just watched him for awhile. Then we continued with item 8
on the list. Someone got a little branch and we took turns whipping Ricky's
tied balls.  We were careful not to do it too hard, but we made him feel
it!

We had just about decided to untie him, when Butch told us to hang on.  He
ran off and came back a few minutes later with a bunch of green crab
apples.  For anyone unfamiliar with them, they are rather small. NO larger
than a golf ball at most and are very hard at this point in the summer.
The ones he had weren't very big.

Ricky, of course, knew what they were for and started to protest.

"Oh come on guys.  Please don't do that one to me!"

We just laughed. Butch gave Ricky a little slap on the ass.

"Hey Ricky, I know you would have done it to me, so just shut up and take
it."

We each took a crab apple and had our fun. I remember how hard it was,
forcing Ricky's little hole open and then working the apple inside.  He was
screaming of course.  Each of us got to put a crab apple in Ricky's hole.
Butch went last and put two in. The last one being the largest.

Then we sat down again and watched Ricky.  We all had painfully hard boners
by now. It was exciting sitting there watching Ricky struggle.  The naked
little red headed imp had his legs tied really far apart with his arms
secured straight above his head.  A log was hanging from his balls and he
was sweating and grunting.

"OH GOD, guys, please let me go now.  AHHHGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

We continued to watch for a bit longer then I stood up and said, "Come on
guys, let's go for another swim."

"What about Ricky?" asked Jimmy.

I smiled and said, "Oh he's not going anywhere, we can leave him like
this."

Ricky squealed, "OH PLEASE". NO!  Don't leave me!'

We all laughed and ran off.

We didn't go very far.  Just far enough for Ricky to think we were gone. I
think we left him like that for about 15 minutes, then we went back.

He was a mess, all covered with sweat.

Butch felt a little sorry for him and proceed to untie his balls, and then
his hands and feet. He helped Ricky to the ground and rubbed his shoulders
and legs a little.

It was getting to be fairly late in the afternoon so we decided to finish
up.

"Okay Ricky, there's just one last thing you'll have to do from the list
and we'll consider it done," I declared.

Besides the pubic hair pulling, there were only two items left on the list.
One was to tie him in the mosquito swamp for awhile, which of course we
didn't have time for.  Now, as I said before, Ricky was a pretty bright
little guy.  He suddenly remembered what the other item was and started
begging again.

"Oh please, not that.  I'll do whatever you want, just don't piss on me."

He pleaded for awhile, but we wouldn't let him off the hook. So following
my directions, Ricky reluctantly laid down on the ground on his stomach and
waited.

Jimmy went first. He seemed excited by the entire thing.  It took him a
little doing, but finally he was able to get his boner just soft enough to
piss on Ricky.  He took his time, wiggling his little cock around splashing
pee up and down Ricky's back and all over his butt.

Then it was my turn.  I made sure I got some piss on the back of his head
and neck, as well as his back.

Skippy was about to do his thing, when my nasty side took over.

"Wait a minute Skippy," I declared.  "Ricky, roll over on your back!"

He tried to argue but we wouldn't budge. So he rolled over onto his back
and waited.

Skippy pulled out his own pecker and started pissing all over Ricky's
stomach and groin. The warm piss hitting Ricky's cock and balls seemed to
excite him and a dirty little smile crossed his face.

Finally it was Butch's turn.

He stepped up and straddled Ricky. He laughed and looked down and said,
"Close your eyes tight Ricky!"

Ricky's impish little grin turned into a look of panic. He started to say
something, then snapped his eyes shut a split second before Butch's first
shot of pee landed right on his forehead.

He squirmed as the rest of us murmured disgust as Butch covered Ricky's
face, hair and chest with a lot of pee.

When Butch was done, we made Ricky roll around on the ground for a bit.
After that we discussed making Ricky put his clothes back on over his piss
covered body, but decided against it. We let Ricky run over to the old
swimming hole though and rinse himself off.  That was exciting too.  Ricky
was scared out of his mind that someone would be there or see him running
there and back naked.

Oh yes, and for good measure, Butch told Ricky to make sure NOT to lose any
of the crab apples that were still inside his butt.  I remember how funny
Ricky looked, running across that field, naked covered with piss and dirt
and looking like he had a big turd up his ass.

By the time Ricky returned, it was time to go.  We all got dressed and
headed home.

To Ricky's dismay and distress, Butch told him to keep the crab apples in
his ass during supper and all during his gymnastics practice that evening.
I can only imagine what he looked like at practice that night.

Once again, I think it appropriate to reflect on the events that happened
so quickly that summer.  It took me years to begin understanding the
implications of what we started that summer.  Most of the things we did, we
came up with on our own and every one of us contributed something.  It was
up to me though to bring it all together and organize it. For awhile, there
seemed almost no end to the things we did to punish, torture and humiliate
each other.  It all seemed so incredibly exciting even though we were not
all excited about the same things.

For me, well, I was excited about making other guys do things.  Especially
older guys. Skippy seemed to like both being told to do things and making
other guys do things, especially his older brothers. Ricky also liked it
both ways. It was Ricky who came up with some of the worst things to do. I
guess it might have come from his upbringing.  Like being so repressed by
his parents made him good at coming up with punishments.  Even stranger was
the fact that he seemed to enjoy being put through his own devilish
creations.

The hardest guy for me to understand was Butch.  He was really athletic and
was a big jock.  A real "man's boy. He was also a real team leader and very
popular in school. And yet, he got totally worked up every time he was made
to do something. The worse the punishment, torture or humiliation was, the
more he seemed to like it.  As much as Skippy liked it when Butch had to do
stuff, he always got worried that one day Butch would "beat him up" because
of it.  That never happened.

Anyway, like I said, I didn't understand it back then. All I knew was that
doing the stuff made my dick get hard and made me feel really, really good.

At this point, my memories get a little muddled. So the story won't be
quite as chronologic. I also don't want to get too redundant. I know we did
a lot of the same stuff over and over again to different guys. There were
also periodic interruptions for things like family vacations, picnics and
outings to the local amusement park.  We did do other things besides the
"trailer game" and the "club." But none were as exciting or popular as the
naughty stuff.

What follows are as many of the remaining "events" that happened that
summer as best as I can remember.

We continued initiating Jimmy, Ricky and Butch for almost the entire
summer.  Somewhere along the line, we did Mikey (Skippy's brother who was
just a year older than him) as well. One of the craziest things was the
fact that I didn't have to do any more initiations myself.  I guess it was
sort of payment for all the "work" I had to do keeping things organized and
together.

I did however, have to "pay up" like anyone else if I lost one of the many
"strip" games we played.

As far as the initiations went, I remember that the things the guys had to
do were varied. There were the tortures, of course.  But there were also a
lot of humiliating and dare like things. Almost everything involved some
form of nakedness or the forbidden parts of the body.

Right after we completed Jimmy and Mikey's initial initiation, we had this
"big secret" meeting at the fort.  Skippy and I stood at one end of the
fort, wrapped in Indian blankets and made the other guys enter and kneel.
They were of course required to strip off all their clothes before they
entered.

It was really neat to see Butch, Mikey, Jimmy and Ricky kneeling there like
that.  As I recall, they all had boners.

Once again I made up some impressive sounding mumbo-jumbo about the club...
and being friends for life... and guarding the club's secrets and all
that. None of them seemed to care that Skippy and I weren't going to have
to do more stuff.  They were all too excited.  I guess there was also the
fact that they would get to help initiate each other, so maybe that was
enough.

I told them that they were beginning a period of challenges, during which
they would be tested hard. Those who made it through, would be part of the
group for life.  Those who didn't would have to leave, and never return.

Boy was I good. I don't know where the "BS" came from, all that I remember
is it flowed!  And it worked!  It must have had something to do with the
male ego or something.

After that evening we began this wild period of testing.  It was great,
cause it could be done just about anytime and could include almost
anything.

When we were at the public pool. I'd make the guys get in the water and
swim around for a bit. I would stand on the side of the pool and when I put
my arm up in the air, they had to take off their swimming suits in the
water. Then hold them in the air to show they were off, and then put them
back on when I waved again.

Sometimes they had to exchange suits with each other.  Or dip their heads
under water and kiss each other's cock. It was scary but exciting as all
heck.

The "tests" did not just include under water stuff either.  Sometimes I
made the guys wrap towels around their waists and then slip out of their
trunks. I took the trunks and hid them, while they went to the snack bar.
They were wearing just a towel and were scared as they walked around,
fearing the towel would fall off, or that some unknowing buddy would pull
their towels off to start some horseplay.

Oh yeah, and there were a couple of times when Skippy and I would role our
towels up into "rat tails" and snap at the guys.  They could not respond by
taking off their own towels and snapping us back, cause they were naked
underneath.

When it came to the locker room, we were like a lot of guys our age and
didn't like undressing with all the big guys and men around, let alone
shower. With that in mind, I of course made the guys shower in the nude on
more than one occasion. I even made them have boners a couple of times.

Half the fun of all these challenges was talking about them afterwards. The
way the guys talked when they were over, you'd think they had to rob a bank
or something.

Every now and then Skippy would come up with an idea that we used. One day,
he came to the fort with a box of colored chalk.  What a riot that turned
out to be. We used to make the guys pull down their pants and then we'd use
the chalk to color their groins, inner thighs, cocks, balls and asses.
Then they'd pull up their pants and have to go around like that for the
rest of the day.

One of the best thing's Skippy came up with was for his two older brothers.
Butch and Mikey both played little league and the league had this thing
about making the guys wear these cups to protect their "family jewels." So
one night, after dark, we made Mikey and Butch come to the trailer. Once
inside they had to strip naked and then put on just their "cups."

Then we told them they had to get out to the fort like that. It was fun
watching them sneak through the neighborhood, hiding behind bushes and
trees, to get to the field.

When they reached the fort, we had them stand facing each other, with their
cups touching.  Then we tied their hands to a tree limb over their heads so
they were standing almost on their tip toes.

At that point, Skippy started the real fun.  He had this joke kit that had
this stuff called itching powder in it.  He took the container of powder,
pried open their cups and poured a little inside each, making sure he got
powder on their cock's and balls.  Then he snapped their cups back in
place.

The two of us sat down and waited.

I remember it being both fun and exciting. Mikey and Butch both had cool
looking bodies.  It didn't take long for the itching powder to take affect
and soon both were gyrating like crazy. They started to beg to be released
or for us to scratch their cocks and balls.  We just sat their and laughed
and I reminded them it was part of their test.

After awhile, and out of desperation, they did the logical thing to try and
get relief... they started pressing their cups together as hard as they
could and moving up and down. That helped a little, but not much. Soon both
were sweating like mad.

Like I've said before, I did not know, let alone understand terms like
"erotic" or "making me hot" or "turned on."  What I did know was that
watching these two sweaty guys squirming and rubbing their cups together so
frantically, gave me a big boner and a really warm feeling.

About the time when I was ready to release them Mikey started dancing
around wildly. He was begging to be released and the next thing you know he
started sobbing. We watched in fascination as piss squirted out from under
his cup and then leaked down his legs.

Mikey was totally embarrassed. Even in the dark, you could tell his cheeks
were red.  Oddly enough, the piss helped.  I guess it washed off most of
the itching powder because Mikey was quickly sighing with relief.

He told Butch what had happened, and, Butch immediately proceeded to piss
inside his own cup.  It was really fun to watch.

After that, we untied their arms.

They rushed to pull open their cups, but I stopped them.  I told them they
could not touch their own cup, cock or balls.

They of course protested for a bit.  I stood my ground and the two did as
expected.  Butch took off Mikey's cup and scratched his cock and balls and
Mikey did the same to Butch. When they were all scratched out, they ran
back to the trailer in the nude and we all went to sleep.

Somewhere in between all the tests, I came up with this other wild idea. I
got hold of my mother's tape measure from her sewing kit and took it to the
trailer.  During the week that followed every member of the club had to
have a full set of measurements taken... you know, for identification.

I had this little notebook and made a page for each guy. There were a lot
of measurements to be taken, so it took sometime.  Of course, while your
measurements were taken you had to be totally naked.

I remember some of them were standard. Height, waist, thighs, neck, head
and such. It was the "non-standard" ones that were, of course the most
important and took the most time.  They included: cock length (with and
without a boner), cock circumference (with and without a boner), distance
from cock base to navel, distance from cock base under balls to hole,
distance between tits, distance from neck to cock base, and on and on. Oh,
and there were these timing "measurements" too.  Ones like how long it
would take you to get a boner, or lose one.

Once all the measurements were completed, we put the notebook in a secret
place (under one of the mattress boards in the trailer). We would pull the
notebook out the following spring and take a new set of measurements for
each guy, just to make sure they were current. Boy were we funny!

When August rolled around, I started to think about coming up with some
sort of special thing to end the summer and their initiations. It took me
awhile, but I finally came up with a plan which went something like this:

At the end of August, we would have five sleepovers. Like I said, those
were not a problem during the summer.  Each guy being initiated would have
a night where he would be the center of attention and go through his final
tests. That would take care of four nights.  The last night would be the
official ceremony thing to end the summer.  I had a special idea for that
night too that came to me rather suddenly as I sadly considered that our
summer of wild fun was soon going to end.

To prepare for the final nights, each guy had to come up with five
different "tests" that could be done during one night at the trailer or in
and around the fort. He had to write each one down on a separate piece of
paper and then fold them up and give them to me.  I made a big deal about
using their imaginations and making them tough and all.  They had a week to
come up with them.

At the end of the week, I placed each guy's slips in separate paper bags
and locked them in my secret box.

They were also told that they would each have to invite one friend to join
the club and that the friend would have to be there for the final
sleepover.  I had discovered that the really fun part was doing the
initiations and I didn't want to have to wait until the next summer for
some new guys, so we would find a way to do some initiating during the
school year and then do some big stuff the following summer.  Surprisingly
the stupid idea worked.  Even more surprisingly I managed to still get good
grades in school, in spite of all my "club" business.

Well, like so many summers before, this one finally reached the end. We
somehow managed to get the sleepovers arranged and I got everything and
everybody ready.  I went through the bags with all the tests and came up
with a master list of everything we would need. It was a really
"interesting" list. As I remember, it included the following: peanut
butter, jelly, birthday candles, regular candles, matches, rope (lots of
rope), string, rubber bands, shoe laces, rubbing alcohol, marshmallows, hot
dogs, a whip, a ping pong paddle, leather belt, sandpaper, marbles, dice,
playing cards, a jar of ants (sheesh), a can of worms, some chain,
clothespins (the pinching kind), a carrot, scotch tape, a dog collar with
leash, a small cup (ie. the jock strap type), itching powder, ice cubes and
some things know I forgot.

As the first sleepover got close, the guys started bugging the heck out of
me.  They wanted to know who was going first and how the thing was going to
work with the tests.  I tried to hold them off, but finally had to give
them something.  So one afternoon, I pulled out a deck of cards and dealt
one card to each.  The guy with the lowest card would go first, the next
highest would be second, and so on. I don't remember who got what card, but
I remember the order. Mikey was first, followed by Ricky, then Jimmy, and
finally Butch.  Well, actually I do remember the card Butch had.  It was an
Ace of Hearts. The reason I remember that is simple.  It was on the bottom
of the deck and no one noticed when I dealt the cards.  I didn't care about
who went first, second or third.  I wanted Butch to go last though, and so
he did.

The fact that the guys knew the order, managed to keep them happy for like
a day. Then they started pressing me about the tests.

"How many tests would each guy do?"

"How would they pick them? Would they pick one from each guy's bag? Or get
another guy's whole bag to do?  Or What?"

They were driving me nuts. Finally I told them that each one would have
seven tests. Two of the tests would be the same for each one. That was all
I told them and it was driving them nuts.

Skippy was bugging me as well. I let him come up with one of the two things
that each guy would have to do.  I, of course, selected the other one. I
didn't tell him how the remaining five tests would be chosen for each guy.

I had two reasons for keeping that part a secret.  First, I was afraid
Skippy's brothers would squeeze it out of him and I wanted it to be a
surprise. The second was the main reason though. I had not decided which
way I was going to do it.

At first I thought I would have each guy draw one slip of paper from each
bag.  That way he'd get one of his own for sure, and one from each of the
others.  I'd then take the last four papers, put them in one bag and let
each guy pull one out.  Of course they would not get to read them until it
was their night.

I sort of liked that one.

Then I thought, "maybe I could put all four bags in a box and have each guy
pull a whole bag out."  That seemed kind of fun too, but I didn't like it
as much.

So I thought some more. If I went with the whole bag routine I could let
the first guy decide who's bag he wanted and he couldn't pick his own.  The
bags had the guy's names on them.  That might be interesting.  I considered
how that might workout.

Mikey was going first and I suspected, he'd probably pick Jimmy's
bag. Ricky would be next, and would probably go with Mikey's. Which meant
Jimmy would get Butch's and Butch would get Ricky's.  Of course, it could
go differently.

I went round and round with it till almost the last moment and finally
decided.  Each guy would pick one slip from all four bags and I'd put the
last four into a bag and let them each draw one.  That way the easy and
hard ones would be scattered around.

When the day of the first sleepover arrived, I think we all had boners the
whole day just thinking about the night.

Skippy and I spent most of the day, dragging all the stuff out to the fort.
Everything was in place by mid afternoon so we had time to head over to the
old swimming hole and fool around before supper.

We all met outside the fort at 7:00 that evening.  Everyone brought a
sleeping bag and a knapsack.  We put all their stuff inside the fort. Then
I brought out the box that held bags with all the tests.  I gave each guy
an empty paper lunch bag with his name on the bag. They opened the bags and
I dropped to folded slips of paper in each.

Then they each drew a slip from the four bags in the box and put the papers
in their bags.  That left four papers in the box. I took them out, shuffled
around in my hands and dropped one into each bag.  Finally, I took their
bags back and put them in the box.

It was now time for my "specialty." I took the box inside the fort, wrapped
an Indian blanket around my shoulders, put on this furry hat (it was a
coonskin hat without he tail), picked out Mikey's bag of tests and walked
ceremoniously outside.

There were some snickers of course, mostly from Ricky. I scowled at him and
Butch smacked him on the head and then he got serious.  It really was
pretty hokey, but everyone seemed to get into it.

Many years have gone by since that evening, so it is difficult to remember
exactly what I said. I will however try to capture the spirit of it all.

The first thing I did was raise my arm in the air.

"I now declare this special meeting of the Club open. Let us all face West
towards the setting sun."

Everyone turned around and looked across the cornfield.  The sun wasn't
setting just yet, but was getting there.

"With the setting sun, we begin the first of four sacred final
initiations," I declared.

At this point, the four guys were standing in a line with their backs to
me.

"Mikey Greyer, are you ready to begin your final initiation?"

Even from behind, I could tell Mikey was now a little nervous.  He gulped
and said, "Ye..ess!"

I continued in my "ceremony" voice.

"So be it. Turn around and approach me."

Mikey turned around and walked towards me. He stood a few feet in front of
me and waited as I looked him up and down. He had just turned 11 the week
before and was looking more and more like Butch.  He had that same full
head of dark hair, thick eye brows, chiseled face and athletic body. He was
going to be a real "lady killer."

Needless to say, he was pretty self assured, but he was looking a little
scared at the moment.

I motioned to Skippy and pointed at Mikey.

Skippy immediately walked up behind Mikey and proceeded to strip off all
his clothes. It took less than a minute for Mikey to be standing in front
of me, completely naked. Skippy took Mikey's clothes into the fort as I
raised my voice.

"You will all now turn around."

They followed their instructions and so, Mikey was now standing there,
facing the other three.  Butch, Jimmy and Ricky smiled as they looked at
Mikey's body.  Of course, he blushed.  And of course, he got a nice big
boner.

Skippy came back from the fort, carrying two pieces of rope and a Scout
neckerchief.  I took them from him and then continued.

"The candidate will now stand with his legs spread and his hands behind his
back."

Even from behind, I could tell that Mikey was nervous. He spread his legs
apart and put his hands behind his back.  The other guys were loving it.
For now, they weren't even thinking it would be their turn to do the same
thing soon.

"Mikey, as a member of our club, you must trust your fellow members. They
will be like brothers to you. They will have faith in you and you will have
faith in them. On this night we begin the final binding. It is the binding
of faith."

Dang, was I something or what. Believe it or not, I was really quite gifted
at coming up with this kind of stuff. In later years, Butch would refer to
me as the club's Chief and most Sacred Bull-shitter.

"Ricky, please come forward and begin the binding of faith by covering your
new brother's eyes."

Ricky walked up to me with a questioning look.  I handed him the Scout
neckerchief and pointed at Mikey's head. It took a second, then he
understood, and quickly blindfolded Mikey, and then returned to his place
in line.

"Jimmy, please come forward and begin the binding of faith by binding your
new brother's hands."

Jimmy approached. I handed him the rope.  He understood immediately and
tied Mikey's hands securely behind his back.

When he had returned to his place I continued.

"Butch, will now come forward and complete the preparations by binding the
new brother's most sacred parts."

Butch seemed just a little confused at first.  I handed him the rope and
whispered his instructions. He walked around in front of his brother,
grabbed his cock and balls and tied the rope snuggly around the base of
both before returning to his place.

I paused for a moment, then raised my hand.

"We are now ready to begin. The brothers will now take ten minutes to get
to know the body of the new brother.  When they have finished, they will
bring him into the place of torture to begin his testing."

With that, I turned and walked inside the fort, followed by Skippy.  I
glanced back to make sure the guys were doing what I expected.  It didn't
take them long to get into the spirit. By the time I was inside the fort
they were working Mikey over. Ricky was feeling rubbing his hands around
Mikey's chest and pinching his nipples.  Jimmy was squeezing his ass cheeks
and rubbing his hands up and down the inside of his thighs. Butch was
fondling Mikey's balls and feeling his nice boner.

They took their time and did a thorough job. When the ten minutes were up,
they brought Mikey inside the fort. He was blushing all over and his boner
seemed even bigger now. They positioned Mikey standing directly in front of
me and then stepped back.

I took my time looking at Mikey. I had that "great feeling" again and was
ready to do what "had to be done."

I turned to Skippy.

"Bring me the first test," I declared.

Skippy pulled a slip of paper out of Mikey's bag and handed it to me. I
could tell everyone was anxious to get rolling.  I took my time unfolding
the paper and reading it to myself. I had read all of the tests before and
knew this was one of the more complicated ones. It would be fun for
everyone except Mikey.

I smiled and looked up.

"And so, it begins!"...........................

TO BE CONTINUED (If there's enough continued interest- WRITE ME!)
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IMPORTANT STORY AND OTHER NOTES I find myself apologizing once again for
the delay. As I indicated at the beginning of the series, I have been
gifted with a writer's recollection.  While I do have a fairly clear memory
about most of the events in the story, I do have some gaps.  The first part
of the story was relatively easy to relate, because it was concentrated
over the period of just a few days. As I prepared to write this chapter, I
realized that the events that occurred during the remainder of that summer
were not as clear time wise.  They had blended together.

I struggled with this for sometime and almost gave up completely. Finally,
I made the decision to do a "broader brush" of the things that happened
during that summer and get to the summer's end as quickly as possible. The
events that occurred during the final initiation sleepovers at the end of
the summer are still pretty clear in my mind, so I will take the time to
present them in detail. That is, if it appears there is enough interest
from readers for me to do so.

If you are interested in reading more of this story, drop me a quick email
to westwoodscotty@hotmail.com. Like I said, the only pay I get for doing
this is email. It also tells me whether or not I am wasting my time. I have
spent some time recollecting and am finally reading to complete the series,
if there is enough interest.

As to the story itself, I'll remind everyone that the story is essentially
100% true.  I have altered the names, of course. While I can't guarantee
that the "spoken" words are as completely accurate, I am sure they are very
close to what was actually said. And most of the "hokey" ceremonial
dialogue lines are even closer.

The "Club" was very active for the first few years, although we did decide
not to let it get too big, because we got concerned about protecting the
secrecy. We did some things during the school year, but did the best and
most intense things during the summer.

ABOUT BUTCH! Since the last time I wrote, and in response to several
requests, I have begun writing a "spin-off" to tell Butch's story. Like
this series, it will be as close to the true events as my memory
allows. Although looking back, it seems even more bizarre now. Oh well, as
the old saying goes, truth is sometimes even stranger than fiction. It is
entitled "Butch's Story" and hopefully will be on Nifty soon.

Thanks again for all the comments.

My address for comments and such remains: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com.