Date: Sat, 4 Feb 2006 20:34:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Mouse
Subject: Mouse's True Stories - Chapter 15: Ethan

Author's note: I renamed this chapter for my best friend that summer. This
is the last part of that summer of my 12th year. My last to see one of my
friends in Cabin 7. The next summer, my last at that camp, will have two
chapters that will conclude the camp stories of my life and I will move on
to more recent history in The Neighborhood.  These stories are my true
chronicles of my childhood abuse and deal with severe corporal punishment
and sexual situations. If this is not for you then you may want to forego
the following. Since I like to write with an erotic flair, all others -
Enjoy!

I had not slept all night. I looked through the front screens of the cabin
into a dense fog that enveloped the pine trees. It was freezing out. We are
in the foothills of the Appellation Mountains in late summer and the leaves
have all ready started their change. I laid their a while until I heard the
squeaking springs of a bunk and foot falls to the cabin door for a morning
trip to relieve a bladder. As the door banged shut, others stirred.

"Hey Mouse, going fishin?" Giggles broke out.

The reality of the night before came back. I keep thinking if it wasn't for
that fishhook, the air mattress would not have popped and things would
still be private.

I dressed in silence.

After lunch was Rest Hour when everyone returns to their cabins and lay
in. Except my best friend, Ethan and I would not be so lucky. We were to be
whipped for our erotic adventures the night before. The whole cabin was a
buzz with talk of `The Punishment.'

After breakfast and our cabin was cleaned we headed down to the athletics
field for soccer. The fog had burned off and the field was sunny and
warm. Ethan and I were on opposite teams. He was on skins. I remember
looking at his lean body on the field that morning thinking how beautiful
he was with his deep tan and mop of black hair in a Dutch boy cut. His
nipples were small and dark. He was a forward and I was goalie. Since our
team had all the big guys from our unit, there was not much action on my
end of the field.

Ethan finally broached the topic.

"Are you worried?" he asked in a clam voice.

His face was so sweet.

"Nah...well maybe a little."

I looked down and Ethan was sporting a world class boner, tenting his
shorts out. I started to laugh.

"Guess you're not worried at all are ya?" I asked.

"No way, I want to get it!! I wonder where they will take us to do it since
it is daylight?"

"That's true. I don't want everyone else in camp knowing what happened last
night between us."

One clear rule we had each summer with our cabin group; Everything that
happens in Cabin 7 stays in Cabin 7, period!  Plus the fact that they
wanted something over us so they could whip us good. The only boy in the
cabin that could care less about whippings and sex was Jim. He was kind of
a dweeb, but nice. All the others with out exception enjoyed laying in the
lash on a bare butt and watching the boy squirm and wiggle his dick back
and forth pleading for them to go easier. Ethan and I were the favorite
targets since we liked being punished on our bottoms. Except I knew this
would be the last chance of the summer for a whipping and I was worried of
the force we were going to get it by. I knew it would be nothing like that
of my father or his friend, but nine eager twelve year old whippers can do
a lot of damage in 30 minutes each.

On the way to lunch, a lot of the guys were grabbing and feeling our butts
as we walked down the hill to the mess hall. Making comments like;

"Good, still nice and soft"

"Playdough"

"Two pigs in a blanket"

Ethan loved the attention and supposedly straight boys grabbing his
hiney. Me, well I could of done without the build up. I knew the whipping
was going to be different. I was partly looking forward to stripping in
front of them. Watching Ethan getting his was a turn on too, and I was
mildly looking forward to getting my butt tanned. But, I knew the riding
crop all too well and it was only days away from that first Sunday back at
home with my father, his friend and Robby. I would have to explain the whip
marks and probably get extra that day. I worried more about coming home to
that.

Everyone ate so fast it looked obvious even to our
ever-absent-dork-of-a-counselor that we were up to something. He let us
clear the table early and we took off at quarter till one that last
afternoon of camp. We all walked fast up to the road and then stopped
catching our breath.

Doug reached down in the ditch and pulled out two riding crops that he had
hidden there just before lunch. He was clearly in charge and decided things
quickly. We were to be whipped up in the woods, way up the hill behind the
craft shop. We started on our trek up the trail past the shop into the
dense woods in single file.

Doug seemed to be looking for a certain spot as we walked. Suddenly he
darted off the trail about 15 feet and stood between to saplings.

"This is perfect!" he exclaimed.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a ball of bailing twine from the
stables.

"We can tie them between these to trees."

Everyone gathered round talking with excitement. My adrenalin rush was high
enough to feel my heart beat in my ears. After a few awkward moments Doug
again took charge and organized us.

"Ok, both of you get naked for punishment!" he said with a mean overtone
that sent chills down my spin and into my butt crack.

A couple of guys let out whistles and clapped as Ethan and I exposed our
twelve year old bods. Sure they are `straight.' My butt crack they are!

We both stood naked facing everyone. Ethan was hard as a rock. I was too
nervous, so Big Ed was hibernating. Doug walked passed me and took Ethan by
the hand.

"You First!"

"You won't find any objections from me" Ethan said in a happy tone, as he
was led to the two trees.

Doug took out his pocket knife after measuring a distance from where Ethan
stood to the tree to his left and cut the twine. He then tossed the twine
ball to Drew and said;

"Here you will need this too." Tossing Drew his pocket knife.

"Measure it good before you cut it and tie off his wrist first and I will
show you what to do next."

I stood there staring at Ethan's very white buttocks with sharp tan lines
from his Speedo. Back then only about half the boys still wore them. He had
a beautiful bottom that was about to turn bright red then purple with
lashes from the riding crop. A scene that was repeated over and over prior
that summer.  Ethan fully cooperated by holding out his wrists and even
telling Drew his knot was not good enough. What a masochist! With both
wrist securely tied and a good 6 foot tether on each wrist, Doug gave
orders.

"Ok, I need half of you on that tree and the other half over here on this
one."

We divided up into two teams including me. Ok I am a junior sadist too.

"Great! Now bend the tree down toward Ethan and the tallest guy will tie
off the tether to it. Then we will slowly let the tree spring back into
place stretching "the victim" nice and tight between them."

Everybody very quickly and eagerly went to work on bending the
saplings. They were only three inches thick at the middle so they bent
easily, but were strong enough to hold a naked boy in place for a good
whipping.

With the tether's tied and checked, Doug gave the command to slowly release
the trees.  Ethan was slowly stretched lifting him to his tiptoes tightly
between the two trees.

"Cool" little Doug said as he walked under Ethan's arm to inspect the front
of his body.

Old Ethan was just as hard as before. I couldn't resist the tour myself. We
all walked around him, hands feeling mostly his bottom. Jimmy couldn't
resist the urge and flicked Ethan's dick with his finger. It vibrated in
place as laughter broke out among the nervously excited group from Helga's
House of Pain.

It was decided that the two smallest would whip first giving their 10
lashes to the bare buttocks by running into it and striking as hard as they
could. Scottie and Jimmy took up the crops and stood about 8 feet behind
waiting for Doug to give the signal for the fist lash. After which the next
pair, nerdy Jim and I , would go. I was warned that every lash that didn't
strike hard I would get ten added to Ethan and me.

Doug then passed the sentence; "For queering and getting caught, Ethan you
are sentenced to 90 lashes of the riding crop to be laid in hard on your
naked a**. You are to call out your count after each stroke!"

I hadn't noticed until that moment, I was fully erect in anticipation. The
scene was so surreal. One very sexy boy tied naked between two trees with
the afternoon sun filtering through on him in that small clearing. Only the
sound was that of the wind could be heard in the tree tops as they swayed
in the light breeze that last week of August. Ethan had started to sweat
and was wet on his back down to the curve of his butt. His breathing was
now very rapid and hard.

Doug nodded to Drew.  Drew sprang into action running at full speed as he
cocked back and let loose with the crop snapping across Ethan's once white
buttocks.

Crack! The sound was a lot louder then anyone thought it would be. It
sounded like a gun shot. Drew stumbled and fell just past Ethan's
legs. Ethan arched his back throwing his head up to the Gods.

Big Drew looked over at me and exclaimed; "Holly Sh**!"

My eyes were wide. There was a white stripe with a purple outline centered
on Ethan's buttocks. On the side of his right cheek was the squarish loop
welt made by the end of the crop where it snapped on his bare hip.

"ONE!" Ethan called off in a broken voice.  I looked around him to his
face. He was in clear pain and his eyes were clenched as so were his
fists. My penis was now throbbing with excitement. Doug nodded at: Jimmy,
who promptly leaped into a short sprint and lashed the bottom portion of
his buttocks where his legs start.

CRACK! Even louder was this report.

Ethan yelled out in pain and started crying. The first two lashes of 90
were done and he was reduced to tears. At the same time, I really think he
enjoyed the pain. Just like I had learned too.

The two mites got back into position for another run at him.

CRACK! Was the only sound besides an occasional cough from the group of
perverted spectators and Ethan's counting off his lashes.

Even though both boys quickly got back in position for another run, Doug
held them back for a couple of minutes for the pain to subside so there
would be a bigger effect and fresh pain. Though I wanted this and more for
me, I could not help but dislike Doug at this point since he was trying to
really hurt Ethan.

It was now my pairs' turn to punish Ethan. Scotty handed me the crop with a
smile. I stood there naked holding the very instrument that would be
applied to my bottom. A chill ran down my spine. Ethan looked back over his
shoulder at me. Doug reminded me that I had to hit him good or he and I
both get extra. I went first and gave him a good one in the middle of his
cheeks. I remember the indentation that the whip made on his butt, the arch
of his back, and the moan of pain. I became erect. This did not go
unnoticed to the other boys.

Finally after Ethan suffered 80 strokes in pairs, it was Doug's turn.

CRACK! CRACK! Ethan arched and fought his bindings.

CRACK! CRACK! More crying. Doug was smiling big and staring at Ethan's
butt.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Finished. Doug stood there breathing hard and still smiling.

"Ok, Mouse's turn for 90 strokes! Untie Ethan."

Ethan's hands immediately dropped to his bottom and began to rub it
frantically. He looked at me and gave me a smile and a wink. He was faking
the crying!!! He really did love being whipped.

I was put into position, tied and stretched nude between the two
saplings. I noticed several boys adjusting their crotches. I knew I could
not be hurt seriously by this crew. I had been whipped by experts on pain
and these guys had nothing on my dad, his friend and son when it came to
whipping me.

I was still fully erect and actually feeling better now that I knew Ethan
was all right. Scotty and Drew were in position and ready to go. I could
see Ethan smiling and rubbing his bottom while he watched the entertainment
- Me!

I remember hearing Doug say; "GO!"

CRACK!

It stung bad but tolerable.

CRACK!

Same spot in the middle of my butt cheeks. Didn't hurt as much. I learned
from Ethan's example and started to yell and cry. I am not sure if it was
for sympathy, or enjoyment. I think both. I didn't like being tied up. I
would have stood still and taken the punishment without that. I have had
plenty of practice.

At some point during the 30 minute whipping my thoughts drifted back to my
home life and the weekly `scary' beatings with my father, his friend and
Robbie. Even though I was addicted to the pain now, I still felt scared
even in thought of those Sunday mornings. I wondered if they would ever
kill me. I wondered what he would think this Sunday when I was ordered to
strip for punishment, revealing the whipping marks from today.

It was over. I was untied to rub my bottom. Ethan and I exchanged jokes and
compared bottoms.  All the guys took turns feeling our now-leathery
butts. Jim the nerd, the one camper who did not like the spankings kept
feeling mine saying how hot it felt.

Ethan did look very sexy to me and especially with his bright light bulb of
a bottom. We all walked back down the trail to the cabin. Ethan and I
stayed naked to cool our buns. That night, the last night there, we
exchanged a nice aloe lotion butt massage. We also loved each other all
evening long. It was a great summer.

Two months later we all got together for our annual camp roundup (reunion)
weekend. Most were from my state, some did make the flight or bus drive
from out of state for the event. By October we were really ready to see
each other again, even if only for a weekend. Ethan and I were not good
writers. I think we only wrote once during that time and both promised to
be at the roundup.

My mom dropped me off early that Friday. It was only a 3 hour drive for us
so I was one of the first campers there. I helped out in the dining hall
with getting the dinner prepared. As more and more campers showed,
especially my old Cabin 7, I became side-tracked enough until the cook
chased me out of the kitchen.  We all unrolled our sleeping bags in our old
bunks. Doug and Ethan were late.

I remember we were sitting there on the counselor's bunk (He did not bother
to come) looking at pictures everyone had taken that last summer. The cabin
door creaked open and we all jumped to see which one it was. A dark haired
woman stood there staring back at us. It was Ethan's mother.

We expected Ethan to come running in and jump on us.

She asked for me. I raised my hand. She came over, put her hand on my
shoulder and said Ethan would not be coming back. Ever. Ethan hung himself
in their garage the week prior. He left a note to tell me he was sorry and
that he loved me. I live with that everyday.


Author's note: This was the hardest story I have written for obvious
reasons. It took several rewrites for accuracy and what was right. Watch
for Chapter 16; "The Last Summer."