Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 23:23:53 -0500
From: wild wing <wildwing66@hotmail.com>
SUBJECT: Growing Up In The Valley - 2

I was so anxious the next day I was actually the first to reach the fort.
Remembering the rule that I couldn't be there without them I backed off and
hid in some thick bushes near the trail.  It wasn't long before I heard
voices.

"I don't care.  I don't want no little kids in our club. What if he goes
home crying to his mommy?  If he shows up I'm going to kick his ass out of
here."

Arnie, Steve and Jim strode into view.  The speaker, a fourth boy, was new
to me.  They sauntered past without noticing me, engrossed as they were in
the debate of the value of my membership.  I wondered about the comment I
had heard.  Was I asking for trouble if I continued back to the fort?  Then
I remembered the great feelings I had experienced yesterday.  I knew the
only way I could get those feelings again was to proceed.

Moments later I silently but boldly strode up to the stronghold.  Arnie was
standing outside.

He spotted me and yelled, "Here he is guys!"

The three others quickly emerged.  Steve and Jim each grabbed me by a wrist
as if fearing I would change my mind and run off.  I stayed silent.

"Shit!" exclaimed the new boy.  "He's even smaller than what you said.
He's fucking smaller than my brother for Christ sake and I sure don't want
him in our club."

Arnie approached me and began undoing my belt.  "I think you better come
and look at this Matt."

My clothing below my waist was yanked down around my ankles.  I realized my
cock was sticking out at a right angle again.  I didn't know why it did
that sometimes.  Matt just stared.  His mouth opened slightly and his eyes
became wide.

"Shit, what a fucking whopper.  How'd you get so big kid?"

I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.

"His name is Kevin," Arnie interjected, "And I think maybe he likes us to
play with his cock."

Matt just stood there and continued to stare.  It seemed to me that it
wasn't taking him too long to change club policy.

"If he does what we say maybe we could let him into the club," Matt
conceded.

"Yeah why not," Jim agreed.

"But he has to do exactly what we want," Steve confirmed.

"Yeah like play with our dicks when we tell him to," Arnie grinned.

Matt wandered over to me and reaching down he wrapped his hand around my
organ.  I started to get that special feeling back.

"Geeez it's big," Matt confirmed. "I think it might be bigger than mine."

"It is," said Steve matter of factly. "We measured yesterday."

"Maybe he can suck my dick," Matt continued.

Jimmy promptly screwed up his nose.  "Ugh!  That's gross," he declared.

"No it's not," Matt argued. "My cousin says he gets his girlfriend to do it
to him all the time.  He says it's the greatest feeling in the world."

They carried on discussing me for some time while Matt continued to
manipulate my cock.  I assume that he actually jacked me for a while.  If
he did it left no impression on me. I sure knew I was enjoying his
attention though.  Never once did they involve me in their conversation.
It was if I wasn't there.  I was invisible.  I was a play toy to cater to
their whims and it was clear I had no say in any decision.  Finally Steve
insisted that before I could be declared a member I had to pass an
initiation ceremony.

"We have to torture you," Steve declared.

"Yeah, and if you make one sound we can't let you join," Jim added.

"Well i don't know," Matt objected, "Maybe we can let him make some noise."

Looking back I realized that Matt was so in love with me, well at least he
was in love with my cock, that he would have twisted the rules as much as
necessary to make sure I passed the test.  As for me at the time I was
determined to pass no matter what the cost.

Matt finally let go of me and joined the others in tying me down in spread
eagle fashion on the floor of the fort. Rather than feeling scared I felt
excited anticipation.  I was looking forward to it.

It turned out that the 'torture' consisted in each one trying to outdo the
others in abusing my cock in some fashion.  Again I didn't recognize the
torture as sex. It was just a game to me.

Matt began by forcing my cock down between my legs.  He then let go and
shouted "Boing!" as it shot back to its flagpole position. They all laughed
loudly at the effect.  Matt was so proud of his trick that he repeated it
several times.  Each time he forced my cock back lower and lower until the
head of it was scraping the floor.  The boys howled in glee with each
"Boing".

"I want his cock to look like ours," Arnie declared.

He grasped the shaft and began to pull down.  At bath time my mother had
always made sure that I cleaned my 'dickie' as she called it.  She made me
pull the skin back so I could wash the glans.  It was easy when it was
small and soft.  Now Arnie was pulling it down hard and it really hurt.  I
gritted my teeth and bit my lower lip.  I was determined to become a
member.  My glans slowly slid into view.  Arnie pumped blood up the shaft
engorging it.

All four crowded around amazed at the sight of it.  At least a couple went
back to groping.  They however were not the only ones who were amazed.  I
stared open mouthed looking at it too.  At eight years of age it was the
first time that I had ever seen the head of my cock engorged in an
erection.  I liked the look of it and I decided at that moment that I
wanted it to look like that all the time.

When Arnie let go my glans disappeared once more.  With that Jimmy grabbed
it and announced he wanted to see how many times he could twist it before I
yelled.  He turned it to the right so that the top of my hidden glans was
face down.  He continued in the same direction until the glans was face up
again. I wasn't too comfortable but I hung tough.  He then began another
twist.  He gripped it as hard as he could and turned it determinedly.

"Ooooh, that's gotta hurt," Steve laughed.

I closed my eyes and held on.  I wasn't enjoying this test but I wasn't
going to whimper.  He couldn't get much further and gave up.

Steve was last.  He took the flat of his hand and sharply slapped my organ.
"Get down cock, get down!"

Of course my cock bobbed down and then sprang right back up.  Everyone
laughed except me.

"Get down and stay down," he yelled as he slapped it harder.

The harder he slapped the more excited I became.  The more excited I became
the harder my cock got and the quicker it would bob right back up. After
the fourth of fifth slap the other boys were rolling on the floor laughing.
My cock was turning red and it was beginning to hurt.  Steve was now
screaming at my cock at the top of his lungs as he slapped it even harder.
I let out my first whimper.  I couldn't help it.  Thankfully Arnie put out
his hands and demanded that Steve stop.

It was time to decide whether I was worthy of admission.  Jim had some
objections but Matt was adamant that I had passed with flying colours. Matt
won the day.  I thought that they would untie me and let me join in their
activity.  Instead they turned and ignored me.  They sat in a circle
blocking most of my view.  I was aware that each of them had extracted
their cocks and they appeared to be fondling each other.  The concept of a
circle jerk had no meaning for me.  I just knew that for some reason they
had lost interest in me and were playing with each other instead.  As
climaxes were reached I heard the moans and wondered why they were hurting
each other.  I really didn't see too much.

Matt finally reached over and grasped me once more. "You got a really nice
cock Kevin.  You're in our club now but you gotta remember that everything
that happens here is a secret.  You can't tell nobody.  Understand?"

I wasn't sure what I was to keep secret.  The only thing that happened that
I figured was taboo was what they had done to me.  I sure didn't need to be
told to keep that secret.

Matt untied me and I was told to leave and return tomorrow.  Twenty minutes
later I entered my house and was immediately admonished for being so late.
Supper was cold but I ate it anyway.

Sitting alone in my bedroom that evening I wondered about everything that
had occurred in the last two days.  I pulled out my cock through the pajama
flap and stared at it.  I even pulled the skin back and looked at my
helmet.  I guess it's big for my age I concluded but apart from that what
was so special about it?  Why did the guys like playing with it and why did
it feel so good when they did?

I would soon get some answers.