Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 20:16:09 -0600
From: Dickie <dickie.6845@worldnet.att.net>
Subject: The Complete Nasty Games II chapters 1 through 6

Nasty Games II

Chapter one

At The Pool

By: Dickie


I remember the summer of my eighth year, it was the year I could go to the
big boy's pool and swim. I no longer had to go swim with all the little
kids, and with all the stories of fun my older brothers told me about at
the other pool I couldn't wait.

We no longer lived on base, my father was injured and discharged from the
military, but my mother still worked for the government and the men my dad
served with took it upon themselves to help look after me and my
brothers. The base commander allowed us access to the recreational
facilities and such, and may God have mercy on us if we got into
trouble. After the base commander got through with us we were sent home,
and even though my dad was injured he could still swing a mean belt. The
base commander and my dad were close friends, we always called him Uncle
Tom even though he wasn't really our Uncle and I suppose that's why we
weren't just sent home like other 'off base' kids who got into
trouble. Uncle Tom would give us a licking and then send us home for some
more. Sometimes he wouldn't tell my dad that we got into trouble and he
would give us other kinds of punishment. I found out later on in my life
that he only gave me his special punishment which was really him molesting
me.

Back on the topic of the pool; I remember my brothers warning me about the
rules at the pool, and that Sargent Campbell was in charge, and boy could
he spank. Sargent Campbell was a big man, but then again at eight years old
all men were big to me but this guy was bigger then most men I had known. I
remember him slapping the seat of my jeans once when he heard me sass my
mom one time, and asked me if I wanted to repeat myself.

Needless to say I didn't.

The day finally came when my mother took us to the pool and dropped us off,
her last words to my eldest brother, who was thirteen, was to watch out for
me. We went inside, our swimsuits were rolled up in our towels, and we had
to check in and get a locker basket to put our clothes in. My brothers got
their baskets first, signed in and went to 'Shower Room B' to change. This
pool had three shower rooms; they were A, B, C, each could hold up to
twenty boys, there were other pools for girls. You weren't allowed to swim
coed until you were fourteen, then you went to the NCO pool, where you
could swim with the adults. But until then the base commander had the pools
divined by sex and age, they were spread all over the base and when a pool
had eighty kids signed up for the summer season then no more were allowed
at that pool. If a pool was full then the kid might have to go to a
different place to swim, and that was more than likely further from his
home.

I walked up to the counter to sign in when I heard my friend. "Well hi
there Dickie!" This was Private Andersen, he used to come by the little
boy's pool and wrestle with us, I liked him a lot, and besides we had fun
together. He was a young guy, only nineteen; he was wearing a bright red
Marine Corps tee shirt like all the other lifeguards. But he wasn't as big
as the other Marines that worked at the pool; they all had the red tee
shirts and green baggy shorts on.

"Hi Jim!" I was excited to see him again.

"DICKIE!" The shout came from the room behind me, it was Sargent Campbell,
the big man walked up to the counter. "What did you call this Private?"

I was scared, I could tell I was in trouble, with a quick look around I
could see the other boys in line beginning to back away from me, I suppose
it was to get out of the line of fire. My dad didn't approve of children
calling adults by their first name, and Sargent Campbell was just like my
dad. "I called him Jim sir." I looked down, when Sargent Campbell was mad
he always had this really mean look on his face, and that would scare me
almost as much as a threat of a spanking could.

"This is Private Andersen!" He shouted. "You know better than to call any
adult by their first name!" He leaned over so our faces met. "Don't you?"

"Yes sir." I was whispering, I was so afraid he might spank me right here,
I couldn't even look him in the eye. "I'm sorry sir." I looked over at
Jim. "I'm sorry Private Andersen."

Jim nodded his head in acceptance to my apology, and then I felt a hand on
my head. Sargent Campbell turned me to face him. "Do you know my rules? And
what happens when you break them?"

"Yes sir." Now there's a lump forming in my throat and I'm beginning to
shake.

He then ruffled my short hair, and that mean look had changed into a big
smile "Then I suggest you change into your swimming suit and start having
some fun."

Talk about dodging a bullet!

Boy did I feel relieved now. "Ok! I'll be good. I promise!" With that
Sargent Campbell turned and walked back into his office, I turned to finish
signing in.

Jim was leaning over the counter with an empty basket waiting for me to
finish signing my name, he leaned in real close so no one else could
hear. "So you're eight now. Huh?" He whispered. "I guess I owe you some
'birthday spankings'. Don't I?"

I looked around real quick and stood on my toes to reach his ear. "You mean
like last year?"

He nodded his head. "Just like last year." He had a sly look in his eyes.

I knew what this meant, and I liked our little nasty secret. "Ok. But it'll
cost you two candy bars this time."

He gave me a knowing smile. "You're on buddy." He gave me his hand to
shake, and we shook on it. I picked up my basket and went into the shower
room to change with my brothers.

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You see last year Jim wanted to give me my 'birthday spankings', but my
birthday was in the winter, so he offered me a candy bar to let him spank
me right then. When we were alone in a back office of the building, he made
his deal; he would give me the candy bar if he could give me all my
'birthday spankings' now. That is to say my first birthday and then my
second and then my third and so on until my seventh, and on my bare
butt. It didn't dawn on me until later that it worked out to be 28 spanks,
I said sure and took the candy bar. He picked me up and took my swimsuit
off, exposing my baby-sized bottom; I played allot in the sun so I know I
had a dark tan line. He rubbed my bottom for a while always shifting his
weight back and fourth, and then the spanks began. They didn't really hurt
at first, but by my 15th spank I was beginning to whine a little. He
stopped and rubbed my bottom a little and waited until I was ready for my
6th 'birthday spanking', when I was ready I got my 6th and then he stopped
to rub and wait again. After my last spanking he told me he had to give me
'one to grow on' for each set of 'birthday spankings' I got.

I didn't think I could take seven more, my butt felt real hot. So he gave
me a choice; to take the 'ones to grow on', or something else. When I asked
what the 'something else' was, he said he wasn't going to say, he said that
I had to trust him that it wouldn't hurt and that I couldn't tell anybody
else about this.

Hey a secret! All little boy's loved secrets. I said ok.

He then picked me up and carried me over to a big leather sofa against the
wall. He laid me across the sofa's over stuffed arm, my face was down in
the seat and my legs were over the arm with my throbbing red bottom up in
the air. Jim then picked up my towel, that I had thrown on the floor when
we came in, and put it over my head so I couldn't see. I felt him spread my
legs apart, and then I felt it. I felt his huge prick press against my sore
little bottom, this was a game my cousin Billy taught me out on his farm,
but Billy's dick was no where near as big as this guy's. I began to get up
to see how big it was and Jim pushed me back down, he said if I peaked I
would get my seven 'to grow on' spanks, so I laid back down. It felt nice
sliding back and fourth, I could feel his hair rub against my bottom. As he
would push forward I would push back.

I used to love humping.

He had his dick sliding right down the center of my crack and I would
squeeze my cheeks around it. I was wondering if he was going to shoot that
sticky stuff on my butt, like I saw an older boy do to my cousin, I didn't
have to wait long to find out. Soon he was shaking and squirting all over
my butt, I could feel it running down my cheeks and legs. Then he did the
one thing I love the most, I felt his tongue licking up my legs to my butt,
he would lick up then go back down. When he made it to my bottom he began
to tickle my hole with his tongue, but then he did something Billy never
did, he put his tough in my hole. I've had Billy's little dick in there and
his finger, but this was amazing, he wiggled the thing around in there. I
was bouncing my head up and down, gripping the sofa edges; I could not
believe this feeling. He lifted his head and spanked me hard, but I
couldn't care less at this point even the spank felt great, then he went
back to work on my hole. Within a couple of minutes I had my dry orgasm.

After that, we played our little game once a week for a candy bar.

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The shower room was just that, it wasn't a locker room, it had showers that
lined the walls and benches that were in front of the showers. The room was
divided by age and as you entered the room, you would start off with the
nine year olds then ten's the eleven's, and the on the other side were more
eleven's then twelve's and finally thirteen's, the thirteen's were the
oldest and the ones in charge. On the far side was a bench that faced a
blank wall with a sign over the bench that read 'NEWBEES', my brothers had
told me before that if I saw the sign 'NEWBEE' then that was where I was
suppose to go. I walked down the center of the room to the bench, there
were all kinds of boys here some naked some in swimming suits and some just
getting undressed. They were all yelling and laughing at each other some of
the older boys were spanking a couple of smaller ones, my eldest brother
was spanking a little red hair kid telling him he was in the wrong place
that he should be with the NEWBEES. As I approached the NEWBEE bench I
could hear the kid crying that he was sorry, there were two other boys at
the bench with their backs turned, changing their clothes, I sat at the end
of the bench so excited to be there with the big boys now.

"Hi!"

I looked to the boy next to me, he had blond hair and a really round face
with elf like eyes, still with his pants on and his tee shirt balled up in
his hand. He was a little small, like me, and I felt an instant liking to
this kid.

"I'm Nate." He said in a squeaky voice.

"I'm Dickie." I turned and smiled at him.

The boy next to Nate was watching the spanking show that was going on. "Boy
they sure are spanking him hard!" He had brown hair like me but he had sort
of a big nose.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Ron, my big brother, was still spanking
the kid. "Yeah that's my big brother, he likes to spank hard." I turned
back around and began to take my shoes off.

The brown hair boy turned to look at me. "Why do you let your big brother
spank you?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right! Let me see you try and stop him!"

Nate pointed over his shoulder to the 12-year-old bench. "That's my brother
over there." I looked over to where he was pointing. "Sometimes him and his
friends take turns doing me."

I had my shoes and socks off, and began to pull my tee shirt over my
head. I looked back at Nate. "Bare?"

Nate had tossed his tee shirt into his basket and turned so I could see his
face as he looked at me with a big smile. "Is there any other way?" We both
giggled.

I stood up and tossed my shirt, shoes and socks into my basket, and then I
began to relive myself of my pants. I pulled my pants and shorts all the
way off and rolled them up and put them in the basket too. By this time the
red hair kid came to our bench and sat down, tears were rolling down his
cheek, he wasn't bawling but you could tell that my brother's spanking came
close to making him cry.

He had his head hung down. "Why do they have to be so mean?" He was looking
for sympathy from us. It didn't work.

I turned to look at the pouting boy, as I turned I caught Nate looking at
my butt, he looked up at me and we just smiled at each other. Nate stood up
and turned around with his back to me, he pulled his pants and shorts down,
bending over to take them off, his butt was right in line with my stiff
little member.

"Why did he have'ta spank that hard for?" The boy was still looking for a
shoulder to cry on.

Nate stood up straight and put his hands on his hips. "Will you stop your
whining! At least your initiation is over, the three of us still have'ta do
ours!" With Nate standing up so straight it cause his back to curve in and
his butt shoot right out.

Then the thought hit me. 'That's what Billy meant by bubble butt!' I
remembered how my cousin described my own bottom, looking down at Nate's I
could see what he meant now. He wasn't clenching his cheeks so they weren't
hard but they were so round and smooth, it looked like one cheek could fill
my small hand. I wanted to grab his bottom so bad, and play the nasty games
Billy taught me, but I didn't dare with all the other guys around.

The little brown hair boy stood up and looked at Nate and me in shocked
disbelief. "What do you mean initiation?"

I took my eyes off Nate's butt and looked over his shoulder at the boy,
whom I'm beginning to think of as a wuzzy momma's boy. "He means we have'ta
be spanked by the older boy's butt naked."

Nate looked over his shoulder at me and then back at the momma's
boy. "Yeah! So you better get your clothes off quick before it starts!"

The little wuz's eyes bugged out and stood his ground. "I'm not taking my
clothes off for them! Just so they can spank me!"

I was looking back at Nate's baby buns again, and without looking up I told
him. "Fine! If they have'ta take your clothes off, they're gonna throw 'em
into the pool and we all get to spank you." I looked back up to see if he
believed me. But it was too late, while we were arguing the three of us
didn't notice that the other boys were getting organized for the
initiation. I heard the chanting beginning, all the boys were singing to
the tune of ' The Flight of the Valkyries' SPANK THE NEWBEES! SPANK THE
NEWBEES! (For those of you, who don't know, that was the tune in the movie
Apocalypse Now as the Air Calvary attacked the beach.)

Two boys grabbed Nate and me from behind; they had our arms pulled back and
began to shove us toward the older boys for our spanking. We pushed back
trying to get away, laughing and yelling 'NO', while all the other boys
were yelling 'YES'. I could feel a little pecker push up into my butt
cheeks, not in my hole but in my cheeks, as I pushed back to get away. I
looked over to Nate, he had tried to push back with his waist, with the boy
behind him holding Nate's arms and with Nate bent over, it looked like Nate
was getting fucked. Everybody was yelling and cheering as we were brought
forward for our spanks. I knew it was going to hurt, but it was all in fun,
I think Nate did too. We were pushing back and trying to escape because
that was part of the game.

Then it happened!

The most blood curtailing high pitched unbelievable scream that I have ever
heard. It was like in the movie 'Psycho', when Bates opens the shower
curtain to stab the girl in the shower. That's the scream! The scream that
could break glass! The scream that could peal paint off a car! The scream
that came from that little wuzzy momma's boy with the big nose. Everybody
stopped. The ones closest to him ran covering their heads, afraid that
something was falling down on top of them, the boys holding us jerked Nate
and I away from it. The little wuzzy momma's boy stood there in the middle
of the shower room, with his eyes bugged out like marbles ready to pop out
of his head, screaming like a banshee. Nate and I slowly turned our heads
and looked at each other, and busted out laughing. The boys holding us
busted out laughing. All the boys busted out laughing. The door busted out
and in came Sargent Campbell.

Like cockroaches in a lit room all the boys scurried to the benches,
including the ones holding Nate and I. We fell to the ground rolled over
and ran back to the NEWBEE bench, we grabbed our swimsuits and put them on
in less than 2 seconds flat.

The man was huge, he had on the red Marine Corps tee shirt but unlike Jim's
shirt, the Sargent's shirt looked like it was painted on him. His muscles
filled the shirt completely and was tucked inside his green shorts. The man
was the poster child for the Marine Corp; he was a Gunnery Sargent in every
way, from his mass of muscles to his flat top hair cut.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE!" Sargent Campbell bellowed out. All the
boys were standing by their respective benches at attention. I nudged Nate
and we did the same, the red hair kid did the same as well. Sargent
Campbell walked behind the benches to the showers, opening the curtains
looking inside, all the while still yelling at us. "EVERY GOD DAMN YEAR!
IT'S THE SAME THING!" He continued to open shower curtains as if looking
for something. "I HAVE TO START THE SUMMER WITH A SHIT LOAD OF SPANKINGS!"
He walked to the other side of the room and began looking inside the
showers on that side. "YOU MILITARY BRATS JUST CAN'T FOLLOW THE RULES CAN
YOU!" By this time he had finished looking in all the showers. I could tell
by all the strange looks from the other boys that no one knew what the
Sargent was looking for. And all this time the little wuzzy momma's boy was
standing in the middle of the room crying, and with his clothes still on I
might add.

Sargent Campbell walked around and bent over to face my eldest
brother. "Where the hell is she!?" All the boys looked at each other; none
of us knew what he was talking about.

I could tell my brother was confused too. "She?" Ron looked at the Sargent
not knowing what answer to give the man.

Sargent Campbell's face was bright red. "YES! SHE! I HEARD HER ALL THE WAY
IN MY OFFICE! WHAT ARE YOU BOYS TRYING TO HAVE? A GANG BANG! WHERE IS SHE!"
Then we knew, he meant the scream of the wuzzy boy. All across the room
snickers could be heard, boys trying not to laugh and doing a poor job of
it. The Sargent looked around at all the snickering boys and then back at
Ron.

Ron was also trying not to laugh, and doing just as poor a job of it as the
rest of us. The Sargent looked at him and Ron would look at the wuz in the
middle of the room, Sargent Campbell followed Ron's eyes to the boy in the
center of the room. The Sargent looked back at Ron confused. "You've got to
be kidding me!" Ron just shook his head real fast, his face was turning red
and his cheeks were puffing out trying his best no to laugh in the
Sargent's face.

Sargent Campbell turned and walked to the wuzzy boy. "Was that you
screaming son?" He leaned over and asked in a calm and very mellow voice.

Wuzzy boy nodded his head. "Th-they w-w-were trying t-t-to t-take my
p-p-pants off and sp-sp-sp-sp."

"Spank you?" All the while the boy was stuttering the Sargent's head was
moving up and down with each stutter, he had a look on his face, as if he
were in pain.

Wuzzy boy nodded his head again. "Y-y-yes s-s-s..."

"Sir?" We could tell that the Sargent was getting a little upset by this
stuttering he was now moving his hands with each stutter.

Wuzzy boy nodded his head again.

"CHRIST KID!" The Sargent threw his hands up in the air and shouted. "THE
LAST TIME I HEARD A SCREAM LIKE THAT, WAS WHEN MY WIFE SAW ME NAKED THE
FIRST TIME!"

Boom! That did it we all busted out laughing at that vision.

Sargent Campbell held up his hand to stop the laughing. "Keep it down
guys." He then looked back at Wuzzy boy. "Why don't you get your things and
meet me in my office." The Sargent turned and looked at my other
brother. "Keith, would you please take this gentleman to my office and give
him a chair. Then would you please bring me 'The Bulldog's Pride' back with
you."

There were groans and moans from all over the room. I didn't know what 'The
Bulldog's Pride' was, I asked Nate and the other Newbee and they didn't
know either. The Sargent heard us. "The Bulldog's Pride is a paddle and
everybody here will get one 'Pride' for breaking my rules." A 'Pride' was a
spank; Sargent Campbell turned and pointed at my eldest brother. "Mr. Ron
Peters! What rule did you military brats break?"

Ron lowered his head in shame (that was the routine). "Keep all
rough-housing noise down to a mild roar. Sir!"

"Was that a mild roar I heard in my office coming from 'Shower Room B'?"

"No Sargent." The entire room roared. Well sort of roared, we were just a
bunch of small boys after all.

Sargent Campbell looked around the room again. "The initiations will be
held tomorrow and not today!" Again groans and moans from all the boys who
couldn't see us newbees get spanked. "If I hear one more groan, you'll all
get two 'Prides' is that clear?" The Sargent yelled.

Almost like in a barracks, every boy yelled out in unison. "YES SIR!" It
was sort of a wimpy yell, but what do you expect we were kids after all.

"Because it has been decided that these NEWBEES will be this years
'MOUSEKETEERS' so tomorrow everybody here will get to give three spanks
each to the newbees' bare backsides." Now everybody was happy, except us
newbees. "And if a newbee should become sick or get kidnapped by a UFO and
not be here tomorrow then we will just have to wait until that newbee comes
back." This was his way of saying that if we wanted to swim here, we had to
take the initiation.

My brother Keith returned with the paddle, it looked like a Ping-Pong
paddle only it was a little bigger and it was made of black
leather. Sargent Campbell brought it over to us NEWBEES, to have a look at
the weapon of choice here at the pool. On the paddle was a cartoon picture
of a puppy bulldog, he was on all fours with his head down on his front
paws and his tail up in the air. The puppy's tail had the fur and tail
pulled back off the dog, and had an exposed bare bottom that was a little
red and had lighting bolts coming from the up turned butt. The puppy had a
cigar in his mouth biting on it and a real mean look on his face, like he
was tough and could take it.

"Take a good look at this gentlemen, especially you Dickie." I looked up at
the man, I didn't know why I had to look especially. "If I know you son,
you're just like your brothers, and you'll be receiving a lot of pride
here." Everybody laughed at me; I had to laugh too. He then turned to face
the other boys in the room. "EVERYBODY! ASSUME THE POSITION!"

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE

Nasty Games II

At The Pool

Chapter 2: Broken Rules

By: Dickie

When Sargent Campbell shouted for everyone to assume the position, Nate and
I just stood there with the redheaded Newbee, none of us knew what he
meant. Everybody else knew exactly what the Sargent meant, they all lined
up by age along the showers and all were at attention. All the boys in the
room wore the same color swimsuit that was issued when we had to sign up
for the summer. We all wore green baggy swimsuits and the older boys worn
red tee shirts like Sargent Campbell and his men wore. We watched as
Sargent Campbell brought out a chair to the front of the line, he sat down
and slapped the paddle against his hand. Which, by the way, made one hell
of a smacking sound in the now quiet shower room, the sudden smack against
his hand made us all jerk a little.

The first in line were the nine year olds, the first one stepped forward
and stood at attention, he looked straight ahead. "Sir! Timothy Ryan has
broken your eighth golden rule! Sir!"

Sargent Campbell nodded his head. "What is my eighth golden rule, Mister
Ryan?"

"Sir! Keep all roughhousing to a mild roar! Sir!" The kid acted just like a
little soldier, Nate and I sorta giggled to each other but stopped when we
saw the look the other guys were giving us, they didn't think it was funny
at all.

Sargent Campbell sat back and nodded his head again. "Alright Mister Ryan,
you may assume the position now."

Timmy pushed the seat of his swimming trunks down and laid across the
Sargent's lap. The boy had to push himself up to get across the Sargent's
lap, but then he just lay there waiting. The Sargent put one hand on the
small boy's shoulder, and with his right hand he held the paddle. He rubbed
the paddle back and forth lightly across the boy's small bottom before he
spoke. The kid's ass was as white as my underwear, he was shaking a little,
and you could see how his little butt would tighten-up and loosen with
anticipation.

"How did you do in school this year Timmy?" The Sargent spoke in a gentle
voice and kept rubbing the paddle across the boy's pale ass.

"I did okay, Sargent Campbell." The boy's voice was just a squeak.

"Are you going to behave for me this year son?" The more the Sargent rubbed
the paddle around on the boy's butt, the more the kid would move his butt
with the paddle.

"I-I'll do my best sir."

'SMACK!'

The kid yelled out in pain, he jumped back off the Sargent's lap and
grabbed both butt cheeks with his hands. The boy jumped up and down while
holding his bottom and spinning around, I could see his face was red and
his cheeks were puffing trying his best not to cry out anymore. Then he
stopped and looked at the Sargent, trying not to grab his butt he tried to
stand at attention, but he kept reaching for his stinging bottom. "Th-thank
y-y-you Sargent Campbell sir."

Sargent Campbell put the paddle on his lap and motioned the boy to him;
Timmy walked up slowly with both of his hands still holding his pink
bottom. As Timmy approached, the big marine put his huge arm around the
shaking boy's waist and began to rub the boy's sore bottom for him. "You
just give me your best, little buddy and I'm sure you'll do just fine." He
then patted his butt and sent him to get his things and to leave.

We watched as Timmy left, I was real sorry to see Timmy pull his swim
trunks back up. I turned my eyes back to the line, in time to see the next
kid step up.

"Sir! Josh Smith has broken your eighth golden rule! Sir!" This kid too was
standing and acting just like Timmy did. I guessed this is the way you got
your licks here.

"Alright Mister Smith. What is my eight golden rule?"

"Sir! Keep all roughhousing to a mild roar! Sir!"

"Alright Mister Smith, you may assume the position, now."

This kid stepped up and pushed his trunks completely off and laid across
the Sargent's lap. Josh grabbed a hold of one of the chair legs with both
hands, I guess to keep his hands from flying back and guarding his
bottom. I could see his face as he was trying to control his breathing
while gritting his teeth; his white bottom was clenching up waiting for the
paddle to strike. This kid had blond hair that just covered his ears, and
his skin was so brown it made his butt really stand out.

Sargent Campbell went back as before, he had one hand on the boy's shoulder
and the other rubbing the paddle against the boy's butt.

"And how did you do this year in school?" The Sargent asked while moving
the paddle back and fourth. But the boy didn't answer; he just lay across
the man's lap all tensed waiting for his punishment. The Sargent waited a
while and the kid still didn't answer, he just lay there waiting for his
paddling, even I knew that if an adult asked a question you never made them
wait for an answer, especially if they were armed with a paddle pointed at
your butt.

"SMACK!"

The sound of the paddle made all of us jump, the echo in the shower room
made it sound worst then it really was. The kid held fast, he didn't lose
his grip on the chair leg and he didn't jump off the Sargent's lap, he just
lay there. Finally he got up off the Sargent's lap and stood at attention,
I could see that his butt was red not pink like the last kid. I was
thinking that this kid must be really tough, there was no way I could keep
from crying with a swat that hard.

"Thank you Sargent Campbell." His voice was a little shaky and his hands
were trembling a little too, but the kid wasn't shedding a tear. Me, I
would have been bawling like a two-year-old and I sure, as hell would not
have been standing still. The kid pulled his swimsuit back on and turned to
get his things to go outside and swim, when Sargent Campbell stopped him.

"Where are you going, boy? I didn't dismiss you! And what are you thanking
me for, Josh?" He sat there with the paddle still in his hand; the Sargent
did look a little confused, and a bit upset. "That swat was for not
answering me! Now get your butt back over here!"

My God! I couldn't believe it the kid was going to get another swat from
that paddle. The boy stopped and went back to Sargent Campbell, now he
looked like he was ready to cry so once again he pushed his swimsuit back
off and laid himself across the man's lap. This time the man gripped the
boys shoulder harder and pressed the paddle down on the boy's red backside.

"Now then! I asked how you did in school this year?" The man's voice was
hard, and there was no mistake he was mad.

"I did fine Sir. I-I passed all my classes and I-I made the Honor Roll
too. Sir." You could tell the kid was a little afraid now, he was shaking
quite a bit too.

"SMACK!"

This time the sound was so loud, I thought he broke the paddle, everybody
in line jumped and some of the guys in line were beginning to whimper,
while others were grinning. I found that I even grabbed my own butt cheeks,
as if I were the one getting the swat. I looked at Nate and he looked at
me, I couldn't tell if he was cringing or grinning. Josh lost his grip on
the chair, and found his new gripping place on his own butt. He straighten
up with his head and back curving up as well as his legs pointing straight
out, this time he was crying out, but he still did not leave the Sargent's
lap.

Sargent Campbell put his hand back on the kid's shoulder and pushed his
head back down, and then he forced the kid to let go of his flaming butt so
he could place the paddle back against it. "Are you going to behave for me
this year? BOY!"

"Y-yes Sir." The kid was really crying now. "I'm ss-ssorry Sargent
Campbell. Sir."

The man let the boy stand up, the kid stood as straight as he could; he was
rubbing his ass trying to put out the fire back there. "If any of my men
tell me that you're ignoring them, like you just did to me, your butt and
this paddle are going to become real close friends!" Sargent Campbell poked
the boy's chest, with the paddle, with each word.

"Yes Sir. I'm really sorry Sir, I didn't hear. Please may I go now Sir."
The kid was fidgeting and rubbing his ass real fast now, in fact he was
fidgeting around so much it looked more like a peepee dance.

That mean look that Sargent Campbell gets when he's mad began to
disappear. He waved the paddle toward the door. "You're dismissed. Next
time pay attention!"

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sargent Campbell Sir." Josh pulled up his swimsuit and
got his basket and towel, and practically ran out of the room still
half-crying. There were only two nine year olds in our shower room so the
ten year olds were next, there were four tens in our shower room. But then
most of the spanks ran about the same from this point on, with a few
exceptions. Each kid would walk up, announce his mistake and recite the
broken rule then push down the seat of his swimsuit and lay across the
man's lap, get one swat stand up and thank the Sargent; he would then
dismiss them. Some kids would scream out while others would be crying
before they even lay across the man's lap, and then there were others who
wouldn't even flinch. I can't speak for Nate or the redheaded Newbee, but I
was getting a boner that down right hurt. I have never seen so many
different butts, and with spankings being a turn on for me, I didn't know
if I were in Heaven or witnessing Hell.

There was a kid whose real name I didn't know; we all called him Chubby,
mainly because for an eleven-year-old he was fat. When he lay across the
Sargent's lap, the man grunted a little, I think that maybe Sargent
Campbell was exaggerating, it made us sorta giggle. After he got his swats,
he got two, one for each cheek; Sargent Campbell made Chubby promise to
work off that fat this summer. Or else!

There was a twelve-year-old that stood out too; his nickname was Pee Wee,
he was one of Nate's brother's friends. This kid was a good head shorter
than the other twelve's, he had brown hair like me and his face was really
round like Nate's. But what made him stand out was his butt and dick. His
back seemed to curve in and his butt shoot out, it was sorta like a bubble
butt only more so. His dick was bigger then my eldest brother's, I know
because when he stepped up for his swat he pushed his swimsuit completely
off and took his swat naked, just like that nine-year-old. When he stood
back up to thank the Sargent, his dick was bigger then when he first lay
across the man's lap. I didn't know it then, or should I say I didn't
understand it back then why some guys liked to be spanked hard; me I liked
to play spank, I didn't like the real thing at all. Pee Wee liked to get
spanked as much as he liked to spank others, but that would be a different
painful story.

When the twelve's were done, us Newbees were called over to the sitting
Sargent, I was a little worried that maybe we were going to get spanked
too. In my house if one of us got spanked, we all got spanked. Sargent
Campbell held the paddle up to us and pointed it at each of us as he
spoke. "Now then gentlemen, do you understand what happens when my rules
are broken?"

We all nodded our heads, as if there was another answer to give. This man
had our full attention, mainly because he was pointing that paddle at us.

"Today before you leave, I will give you a list of my 'Ten Golden
Rules'. And you will memorize them all! Everyday before you have lunch you
will recite my rules, for every rule you miss you will receive one hard
spank. Is that clear?"

Considering what we just saw, with all the boys being spank, all three of
us nodded our heads real fast.

I noticed that the thirteen year olds were still standing in line, waiting
to get their swats, but I stayed quiet I knew better then to speak while
there was an adult with a paddle talking to me.

"Don't worry about the older boys Dickie. They'll get their punishment in
private." I guessed that Sargent Campbell saw me looking at them. "As for
you three, tomorrow will be your initiations and I expect you to grit your
teeth and take it like men. I don't want to see any crying or begging,
everybody here has done it so there's no reason why you three can't."

"I've already been initiated." The redheaded kid spoke up.

Sargent Campbell sat forward and got up into the kid's face. "What do you
mean, you already been initiated, Nick?"

"He already spanked me." Nick said while turning and pointing at my big
brother. "And he did it real hard too!"

Sargent Campbell never took his eyes off Nick. "Mister Peters! Front and
center!" The Sargent barked.

My brother came out of the back of the line and stood right behind Nick. He
stood straight at attention and look over Nick, which wasn't too hard,
because Nick's head barley came to Ron's chest; Ron's eyes were clued to
Sargent Campbell. "Sir!"

"Is this true? You gave this boy an unauthorized initiation?" Sargent
Campbell's eyes never left Nick. Nick on the other hand was twisting and
looking up at my brother, it was when he looked back at Sargent Campbell
and saw the man's glare that Nick seemed to get a little scared.

"No Sir!"

Nick's mouth dropped open, and he seemed to go into a panic. "He did too!
He spanked me real hard! And with no pants on either!" Nick then turned and
pointed at Nate and I. "They saw it too!"

Sargent Campbell snapped his fingers, which brought Nick's attention back
to the man in front of him, then he brought a finger to his lips. "SSSHHH!"
This made Nick at least shut up. Sargent Campbell stood up and walked up
behind my brother, he still had the paddle in his right hand. "Is this true
Mister Peters? Did you spank this boy?" He wasn't yelling, but he was using
that intimidating tone that most adults use just before they smack you
one. The Sargent held the paddle up against my brother's ass and pushed it,
sorta like a warning to give the right answer.

"Yes Sir!" Ron closed his eyes and clinched his teeth waiting for the swat.

Sargent Campbell started to rub the paddle in circles on the seat of Ron's
swimsuit. "Why did you spank this boy?" Now the man's voice was almost like
a hiss, and he looked real mad.

"H-he was changing his clothes in our section, Sir! I-I told him twice to
go to the Newbee bench and change, he said that I should." Ron stopped as
if rethinking and then finished. "He didn't want to go, Sir!"

"He said that you should what?" Sargent Campbell's face was still real
close to my brother's ear, and the paddle was moving back and fourth
rubbing the seat of my brother's swimsuit, and Ron was pushing back on the
paddle with his butt.

Ron broke his attention stance and glanced at the Sargent's face. "Please
Sargent. He didn't know the rules." Ron pleaded with the Sargent, just like
he would do with our Dad when he tried to get me out of a spanking.

Sargent Campbell calmed his voice and spoke to Ron as if this would be his
last chance to avoid a swat. "What did he say, son?"

Ron lowered his eyes to Nick, I could see he was feeling sorry for the
kid. "He said that I should eat shit and die, Sir."

Most everything now was a blur, Sargent Campbell dropped the paddle and
grabbed Nick by his arm and pulled him to the wall. There on the wall was a
wooden sign that I hadn't seen before, on the sign there was written
'SARGENT"S TEN GOLDEN RULES', and it listed ten rules for us to follow. The
man stepped behind the boy and grabbed both of his shoulders and lifted the
boy up to the sign.

"What is my third rule? BOY!" The Sargent's face was right behind Nick's
and boy was this man ever pissed off now.

Nick should have been ready to piss in his trunks, I was scared and I
wasn't the one in trouble. Nick tried to read the sign but I guess he was
too afraid to sound out the words. "N-n-nnoo S-sw-swe-sswee-."

"NO SWEARING!" The Sargent shouted this in his ear. He carried Nick back to
the chair and sat down and placed Nick across his lap, the man pulled the
boy's swimsuit off. Nick's hands flew back to guard himself; he was kicking
and screaming all the way.

SMACK! The slap on this kid's butt was almost as loud as the paddle, but
this was with the Sargent's big hand. Nick jerked forward and screamed out.

SMACK! And then the Sargent hit him again, and again, and again. I lost
count and Nate was backing away from the scene. I have in the past been
spanked by this man, but only on the seat of my britches, and then only one
or two swats. But this was a full fledge spanking going on, and Nick's butt
was the main attraction. Nick would buck himself this way and that, trying
to avoid to next spank, his bottom was even getting bigger it seemed.

Finally it ended. Nick was allowed to roll off the man's lap, he scurried
to his feet and was crying up a storm while holding on to his flaming red
butt. Sargent Campbell sat staring at Nick with that real mean look in his
face. "Don't you have something to say to me? BOY!"

Nick was looking around at all of us with his pleading eyes, you could tell
he didn't know what the Sargent meant, I know I didn't, then one of the
thirteen's who was still waiting in line hissed at the boy.

"Ppsstt!"

Nick turned his head and looked through his tear stained eyes at the boy.

"You have'ta thank him." He whispered to the kid. "If you don't he'll spank
you some more."

Sargent Campbell snapped his finger and the thirteen snapped back at
attention. The man then looked back at Nick.

"T-th-thank y-you Sir." The kid wasn't standing at attention like the rest
of us, but then with a butt that sore, I don't think anyone expected him to
be able to.

That really mean look on the Sargent's face began to disappear a little,
but not much. "I don't want to hear that foul mouth talk around here again
Nick. Do we understand each other?"

Nick nodded his he real fast, but didn't say a word.

"Tomorrow I want to see you take your initiation like a man. Alright?"
Sargent Campbell was talking a little softer now.

Again Nick nodded his head.

The man sat back in the chair and gave a small sigh. "Alright son. You're
dismissed." He then looked at Nate and I and waved his hands. "You two are
dismissed too."

I intended to get my things and get the hell out of that room as fast as
possible. I turned in a rush and I guess Nate had the same idea because he
turned and ran into me. We pushed each other a side to get to our things
and began to run for the door.

"AND STOP RUNNING!" The Sargent barked.

We both stopped and looked at him and said 'yes sir' in unison, but we also
turned and practically knocked each other over again. The Sargent was
wiping sweat from his head and my brother was handing the man his
paddle. The Sargent then pointed to the kid who helped Nick. "Alright
then. Mister Johnson you can be first."

It was at this point we left the room and walked quickly to the front desk,
to check in our baskets. Nick was in front of us, he was really crying
hard, and Private Andersen was still at the desk.

Private Andersen looked sorry for Nick, so he leaned over to the boy. "Hey,
kid."

Nick looked up at him. "What?"

Jim looked back and fourth, to make sure no one could hear him. "If you get
in the water real fast, it'll help your butt cool off quicker."

Nick looked shock, I guess he didn't think that maybe his screaming could
be heard way out here. He looked over at Nate and I, I nodded my
head. "Yeah! The water will make it stop hurting." Nate was also nodding
his head.

End of Chapter 2.


Nasty Games II

At the Pool

Chapter 3

By: Dickie

So Nick wiped the tears from his eyes and nodded his head and went out the
door to the pool area. I felt real sorry for him and watched him as he
left. About the time I handed Private Andersen my basket the spankings had
started back at our shower room. I don't mean just one swat, I mean there
were a bunch before I heard that kid start crying out, I turned to the
sound and saw Nate's face, he was giggling. I then looked behind me into
the Sargent's office and saw that wuzzy momma's boy that started this whole
thing.

"Okay guys, so tell me how did you two avoid the paddle?" Private Andersen
was leaning over to talk to us.

Nate and I looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders, then Nate told
him. "I don't know."

I stood on my toes to get closer to Private Andersen. "Hey Jim. What about
him?" I whispered while pointing to Wuzzy Boy in the other room. I really
wanted to see that crybaby get it but good.

Private Andersen looked up at the kid and tilted his head. "Oh, Sarg will
more then likely, send him to the public pool."

Nate spoke up. "What?" He looked at the kid and back at Private
Andersen. "But he started the whole thing! He deserves a spanking! A hard
one too!" I agreed with Nate.

Private Andersen stood up straight and waved his hands towards the showers
we came out of. "Well guys. Why don't you go back to the showers and tell
the Sarg just that."

We looked at each other and then back down the hall where we could hear the
spankings that was still going on. Now then Nate and I may have been a
little too anxious to see another spanking, and we may even have been too
vocal in our option. But we weren't stupid; we both shoved our baskets at
Private Andersen at the same time and ran out the door. I could hear him
behind us laughing.

The pool was not all that big, but to a small kid like me it was big, it
went from four feet deep to fifteen feet deep, there was a slide on the
four-foot side and a diving board on the fifteen-foot side, along with a
high dive platform. There were two lifeguard stands, one on each side of
the pool at the five-foot mark and eight-foot mark, with a couple of
Sargent Campbell's men sitting in them watching us. A chain-link fence
separating the pool from the rest of the small courtyard surrounding the
pool. There was a wall that surrounded the small courtyard on two sides and
the two-story building we came out of on the other two. On the outside of
the fence was a patio area and beyond that was really thick grass with tall
trees and bushes that ran along the wall and the building. The whole area
was cut off from the outside, no one could get in unless they went through
the building or jumped the eight-foot wall. In short it was made to keep us
kids from wondering away and to give us a safe place to play while the
perverts were kept out. Or at least they thought it would keep the perverts
out. What they didn't know was that there were at least two of them in
there already, not counting the boys who swam there.

Nate and I ran over to the patio and dropped our towels and then we ran
around the fence then jumped into the pool. When I came up, I heard a
whistle blowing and someone shouting, Nate came up and we both looked
around to see who was shouting. It was one of the lifeguards and he was
yelling at us.

"You two!" He shouted while standing up on the platform and was pointing at
us. "Get your butts over here! Now!"

We swam to the edge of the pool to get out and walk over to him. "What did
we do?" I asked Nate, he looked as confused and scared as I felt.

He shrugged his shoulders and sorta whined. "I don't know."

As we walked to the platform the man was climbing down to meet us, he was
one of the Sargent's men, he was big and his red tee shirt was tucked
inside of the green shorts. The man's legs had big muscles and a lot of
hair, his shorts hung tight to his legs and his upper torso was just like
Sargent Campbell's, it made his shirt look like it had been painted on
him. As we approached him, our heads just came up to his waist so we had to
stand with our heads tilted way back so we could look at his face when he
spoke to us.

He stood over Nate and I with his hands on his hips, then he barked. "Are
you two Newbees?"

Nate and I nodded our heads.

He seemed to look upset with our answer, or should I say, our lack of a
verbal answer. "When you are asked a question, you will stand up straight
at attention, look straight ahead and answer. You will not just nod you
heads like a couple of brainless shitbirds! Is that clear boys!"

We nodded our heads again, halfway through the nod, what the man just said
sank in, and I snapped to attention and looked straight at the man's
waist. I guess it sank in with Nate at about the same time because he did
it too. I was looking right at his groin and in those green shorts I could
make out that his dick was soft and laying off to one side of his leg. He
stood there with his hands on his hips and his legs spread and him looking
straight down on us.

"Yes sir!" We tried to sound like soldiers, but I suppose with our high
pitched voices it must have sounded silly.

He pointed to a sign on the fence that had the ten rules on it; a sign we
ran past but didn't see let a lone read. "I want you two to go to that sign
and find me the rule that both of you just broke!"

"Yes sir!" We spoke again in unison; we both turned and ran over to the
sign. In my upbringing I was told to never make an adult wait, and that was
why we ran. But when we started to read the sign, and for a couple of
eight-year-olds reading weren't the easiest thing to do, we saw right off
that we broke the first rule. NO RUNNING.

Nate and I looked at each other and we knew we just broke the rule again. I
began to turn to go back to the lifeguard when I dumped into him. I snapped
to attention and elbowed Nate, he turned around and saw the man right
behind us, and he snapped to attention too. We were looking right at his
groin again only this time we were standing a whole lot closer and I could
almost smell his dick, and I could also see that it wasn't soft anymore.

"Didn't you two just come from 'Shower Room B'?"

"Yes sir."

"Yes sir."

He walked around and stood behind us now. "I thought that every boy in that
room got a paddling today?"

"We didn't do anything wrong sir. So we didn't get a spanking." I answered
still looking straight ahead and I saw some of the boys watching us,
including my brother Keith. I was getting scared now, if Keith were to tell
my dad that I got into trouble I would get a bigger spanking at home.

"That's right sir. We've been good."

"Well you two boys just broke the same rule twice, and in my book that's
not being 'good'." The lifeguard knelt down behind us and placed his hands
on the seat of our wet swimming suits and began to rub our bottoms. "Now
that you two know 'Golden Rule One', I expect you two to obey it." He was
speaking in a firm voice, but he didn't sound mad; he hooked his thumbs in
the waistband of our shorts and pulled back a little. Nate and I just stood
there; I was scared I would get a bare bottom spanking in front of the
whole pool. "If I see either of you two running in the pool area again, I'm
going to send you inside for an 'old fashion over the knee bare butt
spanking'." It was at this point I got the shivers at the thought of being
bare in front of this man. "Do we have an understanding here?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes Sir."

He then snapped our waistbands against our lower backs. "Alright then!
You're dismissed!"

"Thank you Sir."

"Thank you Sir." With that said we both walked back over to the pool and
climbed back into the cold water. We watched as the big lifeguard went back
to his platform.

"Boy! Was that ever close!" I said in astonishment.

"No kidding!" Nate whispered. "I thought for sure we were going to get it!"

Just then a big kid came over and jumped on Nate and dunked him. "Hey!
Dickie ya wanta help me in a chicken-fight?" It was PeeWee and he had a big
grin on his face as he held Nate under water.

"Let go of him!" I shouted and lunged at the older boy, he let go of Nate
and grabbed me around the waist and threw me to his side. I fell into the
water but came up fast, about this time Nate was up and coughing, I began
to splash water at PeeWee and so was Nate. PeeWee was splashing back and
before long we had an all out war going on. All the younger kids were
splashing PeeWee, then some of the older boys came over to help PeeWee;
next thing I knew everybody in the pool was splashing everybody else. Then
I heard lifeguards blowing their whistles at us to stop; it took a while
for everybody to stop.

At the same time we were stopping our little war, Sargent Campbell and the
three 'Older Boys' came out of the building. My brother Ron and his friends
were rubbing their butts and you could see that they had been crying. All
the boys in the pool stopped fighting and looked to the lifeguards as they
walked around the pool watching us. It was then I looked at the other boys
and saw that they were all standing straight up at attention in the water,
those at the deeper end where there wasn't any splashing going on just held
onto the side of the pool and all was silent. Sargent Campbell stepped
forward and pointed to a boy I didn't know.

"Mister Connors!" The Sargent barked.

"Yes Sargent Campbell?" The boy shouted back.

Sargent Campbell walked around the pool; everybody in the pool was facing
toward the shallow end and the Sargent was walking to the deeper end. All
the while he never took his eyes off of us. "What 'Golden Rule' have you
military brats broken now!"

All the boys were mumbling to each other trying to figure out which rule
was broken, when a whistle was blown and all the boys snapped back at
attention.

I couldn't see this Connors boy but his voice sounded scared. "I don't know
Sargent."

"You have broken the 'Eleventh Golden Rule' boy!"

I looked up at PeeWee. "I thought there were only ten rules?" I heard a
snap and saw the lifeguard who had warned me earlier of a spanking if I
didn't behave, standing at the pool's edge and pointing his finger at me. I
snapped back at attention. When I brought my attention back forward I saw
that my brother and the other 'Older Boys' had taken their shirts off and
were now standing by the pools edge, and so did the lifeguard in front of
me.

"Mister Connors! What is my 'Eleventh Golden Rule'?"

"I don't know Sir!" This kid's voice squeaked, I guess he thought he was
going to get it now.

"My 'Eleventh Golden Rule' is 'There will be no splashing wars.'" There was
silence as we waited for the Sargent to finish his rule. "Without.US!"

Then I heard someone dive off the diving board, my brother and his friend's
jumped into the pool as well as the lifeguard in front of me. All the boys
began to scream as the real war began, it was all of us against the
lifeguards and the 'Older Boys'. There was splashing and screaming young
boys being thrown around, I was constantly being picked up and thrown about
as was Nate. I had made my way to the edge of the pool and was beginning to
climb out when some one grabbed a hold of my swimsuit and pulled me back
inside the pool, he had pulled the seat of my trunks down in the process
exposing my pale bottom. Before I had a chance to pull them up, he had
grabbed me and pulled me out to the deep end of the pool, I was a little
worried because I couldn't swim well. So I quickly turned and wrapped my
arms around my capture's neck and he had wrapped his hands on my bare butt
under the water. It was PeeWee.

"You havin fun, Dickie?" His hands were squeezing my bottom and his fingers
were making their way up my crack. I was squirming around to his fingers, I
was a little scared some one might see but the war was going on at the
shallow end not over here at the deep end of the pool.

"Yeah!" Which was true I was having a blast and his hands did feel nice. I
always did like it when someone put his or her hands on my bottom, it felt
relaxing and I liked being nasty.

"You got a nice butt."

I hugged him tighter and he hugged back.

"You want to meet me in the showers after lunch?"

"What for?" I wasn't being coy. I really didn't know why he would want to
take a shower after lunch.

He brought his face back so we could see each other. "So I can play with
your butt some more." He was smiling at me like he really wanted to be my
friend.

I liked to be fondled so I was game. "Okay! But you can't tell anybody." I
looked at him with all the seriousness I could muster. That must have
sounded silly, me telling my molester not to tell anyone. "You promise?"

PeeWee smiled at me and brought his fingers up and made a cross sign on his
chest. "Cross my hart and hope to die."

"Okay. After lunch."

PeeWee brought me to the edge of the pool and pulled my seat back up over
my bottom and let me leave the pool. As I got out of the water Private
Anderson, who had also joined our little war, came up behind PeeWee and
pulled him back out to the deep end. PeeWee was facing Jim with his arms
around the young man's neck and who knows what was happening under the
water.

I was going to walk out to the courtyard to rest, I was worn out. As I
reached the shallow end of the pool Nate was fighting to get out too, I
reached out with my hand to help him out when one of the other boys grabbed
his swimsuit and pulled them down. I was pulling on one of his hands while
his other hand was trying to keep his trunks from being completely pulled
off. I had almost lost my grip when the lifeguard who had warns us earlier
to behave came up and helped us out; he had been standing by the pool's
edge with another lifeguard monitoring the war. When he got Nate standing
he grabbed the boy's trunks and pulled them up for him. The lifeguard then
pointed to the boy in the pool, who was about eleven, he snapped his
fingers and the boy got out of the water and followed the big man into the
building. The boy didn't look all that happy and was already rubbing the
seat of his wet swimsuit.

"I was just playing with him!" The boy whined as they walked away.

"Well I hope you don't mine if I 'just play' with your butt too!" The
lifeguard snapped. He had his hand on the back of the boy's neck guiding
him inside.

Nate and I went to our towels and laid them out on the thick grass, we lay
on our stomachs watching the splashing war that was going on. We laughed as
we saw boys being thrown about and at the lifeguards and Sargent Campbell
being pulled under the water by all the boys. The war was soon over, the
men got out of the water and all the boys went back to playing without
them. Sargent Campbell walked over to Nate and I with a towel drying
himself off; he sat down next to us as we lay there on our stomachs
watching the other boys play. He placed his big hand on the back of my neck
and squeezed.

"I heard that Sargent Brink had to stop you two from running around
earlier." He didn't sound upset.

I looked up over my shoulder. "Who's Sargent Brink?"

Sargent Campbell pointed to the lifeguard who had warned Nate and I to stop
running, he had just come back outside with a sorrowful boy at his side.

"Oh him." I looked back up at the Sargent. "Yes Sir."

Sargent Campbell's eyes looked down at me, they had a firm look in them but
they also had a whole lot of love too. "Are you going to do any more
running?"

I shook my head. "No Sir."

He then took his hand off my neck and slapped my wet butt hard. SLAP!
"That's what I like to hear!" He shouted in jest.

I arched my back and howled at the playful slap. Nate was watching us and
giggled at my spank.

Sargent Campbell looked at Nate. "What are you laughing at?" And with that
Nate got a resounding spank as well. SLAP!

Nate also arched his back and howled. "What was that for?"

Sargent Campbell stood up to walk away. "Just practicing." He said as he
shrugged his shoulders.

Nate was rubbing his butt, and with his lower lip hanging down Nate
stated. "He don't need no practice!"

I laughed and slapped his butt. "Come on let's swim!"

Nate jumped up and we ran over to the fence but stopped just before we
entered the pool area. I looked up and saw that Sargent Brink was giving me
that adult look, like.'you better not do it'.kinda look. We walked into the
pool area and over to the slide, I looked back at Sargent Brink and he was
shaking his head and smiling at us. Nate and I were having the time of our
lives, we would slide down into the water and then race each other back to
the ladder and up the slide. All the time we would walk very fast, but not
run.

Well you know that there are good boys who don't mean to be bad, they don't
mean to break any rules but it just happens. I was one of those boys. Nate
and I must have been playing for about an hour or so, every once in a while
you would hear a whistle blown and a kid swatted; but all in all everybody
was having fun. At one point while Nate and I were walking very fast to the
slide I broke out into a sprint, not a very long one and not very fast. But
it was fast enough and long enough to get me in trouble. The whistle blew,
at me.

I froze in mid stream and looked at Sargent Brink, he was pointing his
finger at me and motioning me to him. I felt sick, one minute I was in
heaven and now I was entering hell. I walked up to the man and stood at
attention and locked my eyes on his waist. "Yes Sir?"

Sargent Brink was looking around at the other boys and not down at me. "You
just had to push it! Didn't you Dickie?"

I looked up at the man and pleaded. "I'm sorry Sir. I won't do it again I
promise!"

He snapped his eyes down at me, which made me jump. "You're at attention
son!" He snapped at me.

I snapped back up and locked my eyes again on his waist, I had a lump in my
throat and I thought for sure, I would start crying at any minute.

He began watching the other boys again but kept speaking to me. "When
you're at attention you don't speak unless you're told you can. You always
keep your eyes straight, and never let them wonder." He brought his hand up
to my chin and let his thumb rub my cheek where a tear was running
down. "Now you've been warned more then once. Haven't you?"

"Yes Sir." I had a hard time answering him with that lump in my throat.

Sargent Brink then called out to one of the thirteen's from my shower
room. "Mister Johnson! Front and center! Now!"

Randy Johnson came walking over to us very quickly; he stopped and snapped
to attention while standing behind me. "Yes Sir!"

"Mister Johnson you are an 'Older Boy' in this boy's shower room?"

"Yes Sir!"

"Will you please take this boy to your shower room and teach him how to
obey our rules." Sargent Brink then looked down at me. "I expect you to
take your spanking like a man." He then looked back at Randy. "When you are
finished bring the boy to Sargent Campbell for inspection. Am I clear!"

"Sir! Yes Sir!"

"Dismissed." And the man waved his hands towards the building.

Randy put his hands on my neck and guided me inside; we didn't get past
Sargent Campbell's office when he called us in. "Dickie! Get in here!"
Randy guided me back around and stood at the door with his hand still
holding my neck. "Did you just get yourself in trouble son?"

Tears were trailing down my cheeks. "Yes Sir."

Sargent Campbell looked at Randy. "Mister Johnson!"

"Yes Sir?"

"This will be your first boy to discipline, I expect you do to a good job
of it!"

"Yes Sir!"

"If I find out that you were easy on him, I'm going to blister your butt
again today!"

Randy swallowed hard. "Yes Sir!"

Sargent Campbell waved his hands. "You're dismissed! Come back here for
inspection when you're finished."

Randy then pulled me back down the hall to our shower room. As we entered
he stopped and locked the door behind us. "You're Ron's little brother,
aren't you?" He then guided me over to one of the benches in front of the
showers, and he sat down.

"Yeah." I looked in the face of the teenager who was going to be spanking
me and I had to wonder if he would spank me as hard as my brother always
did.

"Well I'll tell you what. I'll give em to ya real easy. But the last four
or five have'ta hurt so Sarg thinks that I did a good job. Alright?" He had
his hands holding my shoulders looking me in the eye. I nodded my head in
acceptance of his deal.

"Okay here it is. When ya got a spankin comin ya gotta stand up at
attention look straight ahead and say your name and what rule you broke."
He let go of my shoulders and sat up straight. "Okay go ahead and do it."

I cleared my throat and snapped at attention. "Sir Dickie had broken your
first golden rule!"

"No that ain't right! Now I gotta give you two more spanks." My shoulders
slumped. "Ya gotta say your full name 'Dickie Peters'! Ya got that?" I
nodded my head and did it again.

"Sir! Dickie Peters has broken your 'First Golden Rule'!"

Randy playfully punched me in the stomach. "That's it partner! And what is
the 'First Golden Rule'? Now ya gotta recite the rule."

"Sir! Sargent Campbell's 'First Golden Rule' is 'No running in the pool
area' Sir!" I remembered how the boys got their lick earlier.

"That's it! Boy you sure do learn quick." Randy then lowered his voice to
sound like Sargent Campbell. "You may assume the position, Mister Peters."
He then brought his voice back to normal. "Okay now you just pull down the
seat of you swimsuit and lay across my lap, or whoever's going to be
spankin ya."

"But I saw some of the guys take their suits off."

"Well you can do it that way if ya want to, but ya don't have'ta."

I pushed down the seat of my swimsuit and laid myself across Randy's lap,
he helped me get into position. Randy pulled my swimsuit down a little
further, as he did so I felt my small pricklet lay pressed against his bare
leg and it was electrifying. In no time I was as hard as ever, Randy kept
moving around under me and the warm feeling of the boy's leg was bringing
me close to a dry orgasm. Before he started to spank me I felt his young
hands kneel and grip my small butt cheeks, his thumbs would spread my
cheeks apart. His hands would go low on my upturned bottom and then back
up, all the while his thumbs would sneak in further inside of my crack.

"Hey Dickie?" He was practically whispering.

"What?"

"Does Ron ever spank you?"

I rolled my eyes at what I felt was a silly question. "Shoot! He always
spanks me."

His fingers were pressed against my willing hole. "With your pants down
too?"

"Yeah. He likes to spank me. Whenever we're home alone he'll make me lie
across his lap and he'll keep spanking me until our folks get home. But
when he's mad he'll spank as hard as our dad would."

SPANK!

"Owe! I thought they weren't going to hurt?" I said as I looked over my
shoulder.

"I said I was going to give em real easy. I never said that they weren't
gonna hurt." SPANK! Randy stopped and rubbed my butt a little then. SPANK!
"But if you think I'm too hard I could get Sargent Campbell to give em to
ya." SPANK!

"OWE! No don't get him! I'm sorry."

SPANK! "Man you have got one nice butt there." SPANK! "I'll bet you get
spanked a lot!" SPANK!

"OWE!" I had thrown my hands back to guard myself, so Randy had them pinned
behind my back. "Yeah!" SPANK! "OWE! How can you tell?" I was fighting back
the tears.

SPANK! "I just can."

SPANK! "OWCH! No more. Please?"

Randy's hands were once again kneeling my now sore butt cheeks. "Okay I'll
give you a break. But ya have'ta let me do something to ya, while you're
taken a break. But before we go back to the Sarg I have'ta give ya some
really hard ones. Deal?"

I was choking back the tears. "Okay! I'll be good."

Randy then let me up. "Alright you have'ta lay face down on the bench." My
swimsuit had come off during my spanking so when I lay down on the bench I
draped my arms and legs down the sides, leaving my throbbing bottom in the
air. "Now keep your face down and don't look up." I put my face down and
waited. I heard some noise behind me then I felt Randy lying down on top of
me, his 4 inch dick was slid along my butt crack. I felt him push down on
me and then let up, then he would push down again and let up. I had played
this game with my cousin Billy from the time I was six-years-old. Then he
pushed down again and as he let up I pushed back up. He stopped for a
second before doing it again, and we did. "Man! I can't believe how cool
you are." We continued to hump each other.

"What do you mean?" We humped again.

"I mean you let me spank you hard, and now you're letting me hump your
butt." We continued to hump. "You are so cool for a little kid!"

"Are you going to stick in me?" My dick was about explode, all the while we
were humping my dick was being humped against the hard wooden bench.

"Do you want me to?" Randy had stopped moving, waiting for my answer. I had
been taking my cousin's dick for two summers now, but each time it hurt a
bit.

"If you want to you can. But you can't tell anyone."

Randy went back to humping me. "I better not. The Sarg want's to inspect
you after your spanking is finished. It wasn't long before we both had our
orgasm, mine dry his sticky. After Randy wiped me clean with some toilet
paper he put me back over his lap to finish my spanking. His last four
swats hurt like hell and I found myself crying and holding my bottom, he
finished by giving me my swimsuit back and we walked to Sargent Campbell's
office.

"What took so long, Mister Johnson?"

"I-I was telling Dickie how to behave for a spanking. Sir!"

"Come here Dickie."

I walked up to the Sargent and stood at attention. "Yes Sir!"

He looked at me for a while. "Alright son. Why were you spanked?"

"Sir! Dickie Peters broke your first rule; no running in the pool
are. Sir!"

He watched me then. "Alright then Mister Peters, that's good enough. Now
lay yourself across my lap." Sargent Campbell pushed himself away from his
desk and gave me his lap to lay across. I pushed the seat of my swimsuit
down and lay myself down, the feel of this man hairy legs against my small
pricklet was getting it hard again. "Mister Johnson!"

"Sir!"

"Please hand me the paddle." I felt the man's ruff hands rubbing my exposed
bottom.

"Yes Sir." I couldn't see anything but Randy's voice sounded sad, I guess
he didn't spank me hard enough and now he was going to get it. I had to
wonder if I would be able to watch. Randy walked up behind me and handed
the Sargent the paddle. "Sir."

Sargent Campbell patted my bottom and told Randy he did a good job then
told him that he was dismissed. Randy left real fast leaving me across this
man's lap, I felt the cold paddle press against my still sore
butt. "Dickie. You promised me that you would behave today. Didn't you?"

Oh! The tears were beginning to flow now; I knew what was coming. "Yes
Sir."

Crack!

The paddle hurt as much as I thought it would, my hands shot back to guard
my rear and my head shot up as I screamed in pain. Just one hit was all it
took and I was crying like the crybaby my brothers always called me. The
Sargent picked me up and sat me down on his lap and held me tight until my
crying had stopped. All the while he would remind me how much he cared for
me and how he wanted me to be a strong young man. He sat there for minutes
on end rocking in his chair with me on his lap and his big arm hugging me
tight, slowly claming me down. After a while he sat me on the ground and
told me that it was almost lunchtime and that I should go outside and get
some swimming in before I ate. He gave me one last hug and a pat on the
rump and sent me on my way.

End of chapter 3.


Nasty Games II

At the Pool

Chapter Four

By: Dickie



When I left the Sargent's office and went back out to the pool, I could
swear that everybody was looking at me. But in truth the only ones watching
me were my two brothers and my new friend Nate. Most everybody else
couldn't have cared less about me, they were playing and having fun; and I
might add, staying out of trouble. I kept my eyes down to the ground; I
couldn't bear to look at anyone I was so embarrassed. Instead of going back
into the pool, I didn't feel much like playing right then, I went over to
my towel that was laying by one of the trees and laid myself down on my
stomach. I put my head down in my cross arms and cried some more, the
humiliation of all these guys knowing that I just got a spanking was hard
for me to handle. That last swat from the Sargent's paddle still had my
bottom throbbing; and as I lay there with my head down in my arms and my
eyes closed I could feel the slow pulse of blood moving through my butt.

I heard someone coming closer, from the sound I guessed it was an adult, he
sat down next to me and began to massage my neck and shoulders with his
right hand. I was feeling pretty low, not to mention that pain kids get in
their chests when they feel that the whole world's laughing at them. I
didn't respond to the attention I was getting; I just lay there slowly
claming down and feeling at ease. The hand moved up to the back of my head
and then he ran his fingers through my hair.

"Do you want me to leave you alone, Dickie?"

The voice was soft but I knew it was Sargent Brink talking to me. "No Sir."
I tilted my head to look up at the man. He let his hand wander back down to
the small of my back along my spine and let it rest there.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He looked down at me but then looked back
across to the pool at the others boys, I guess he still had to keep an eye
on the pool. But at least he was talking to me and not at me.

"No Sir!" I pouted out and then put my face back down in my arms so I
wouldn't have to look at him. I mean let's face it, he was the one who sent
me inside for that spanking. So why shouldn't I have been mad at him? But I
had to admit that I liked the attention he was giving me, so I laid there
playing for some more sympathy.

His hand pushed farther down my back and under the elastic band of my
swimsuit where he continued to message me, only now his hand was on my bare
bottom. I quickly looked around and noticed that the tree I was under was
in the line of sight of the pool, the trunk was big enough so as no one
could see me from the waist down. He pushed the seat of my trunks down
below the cleavage of my small bottom, leaving just my bottom exposed in
the open air. The warm air felt cool on the skin of my butt. He moved his
open hand across my pale skin, going from one cheek then the other; a
finger would trace my crack and then move around my bottom just so
lightly. This was sending shivers up and down my spine; his finger was
tickling me and causing goose bumps to form on my arms. These caresses did
cause me to shake a bit and instinctively raise my hips to meet his touch.

"You know son, you going to have to take your punishment better if you want
to swim here." His voice was so smooth. "You can't just go and stomp off
and pout, just because your little butt got spanked." He rested his hand on
one of my butt cheeks and patted it.

"It's not that!" I whined.

"Then what is it?" He asked while his hand began to squeeze one of my butt
cheeks, he was still speaking to me in a low tone.

"They're all laughing at me!" And I slammed my head back down, I just knew
that there were boys out there laughing at me.

Sargent Brink was quiet for a while as he scanned the pool for anyone who
was laughing at me. "No offense, Junior." He patted my bottom again. "But
no ones laughing." He squeezed my cheek again. "In fact.I think they
couldn't care less, whether or not if you got a spanking." Then he slapped
my butt. "Go on. Look!"

I raised my head and looked around at the pool and saw that not only was no
one laughing at me, they weren't even looking. Nate was by the pool's edge
waiting for me and waving at me to come back into the water. "Come on,
Dickie! Let's play!"

SLAP! I felt Sargent Brink give my bared bottom another slap. "Now stop
feeling sorry for yourself!"

I pushed up onto my elbows, but stayed on my stomach. "Ouch!" It didn't
really hurt; it just had a small sting to it. I did find myself pushing my
back down and my butt up, expecting another slap. "I'm sorry." I looked up
at the man and saw that he was smiling at me.

He grabbed my waistband and pulled my swimsuit back up, then he pointed
over by the fence. "Why don't you go get that beach ball and take it with
you?"

I looked to where he was pointing and saw a pretty big beach ball. "Okay."
I got up and ran to get the ball as Sargent Brink was walking back into the
pool area. Nate and some of the other Newbees shouted cheers for me as I
came around the fence with the ball.

"Alright! Dickie's got the ball!" Nate was shouting as the other Newbees
joined in.

I ran around the corner and through the gate and stopped dead in my
tracks. I just ran into the pool area again and standing in front of me was
Sargent Brink with his hands on his hips, glaring down at me. I dropped the
ball and snapped to attention and looked straight ahead of me, I could not
believe how stupid I was. Sargent Brink walked behind me and grabbed the
waistband of my swimsuit again; only this time he pulled up so hard he gave
me one of the world's worst wedgies. He lifted me up off the ground by my
waistband and walked me over to the pool's edge and held me there. Now
everybody in the pool was cheering about the killer wedgie I was getting.

Sargent Brink brought his mouth to my ear and spoke firmly. "I swear! If
you run in here again, I'm taking you inside for a spanking and I'll take
the whole day to finish it." He was quiet as this settled in. "Do you
believe me?"

"Yes Sir! Yes Sir!" Oh God that wedgie was killing me. "I'm sorry!"

Again in my ear he spoke. "Can you fly boy?" I looked from the corner of my
eye and could see he was smiling again.

"I don't know Sir!" Jeez my crack was in agony; I just wanted it to stop. I
looked out over the pool; everybody was making room for my maiden flight.

"Well let's find out." With that he threw me up in the air and I was
airborne over the water, my arms and legs flailing all about and me
screaming and the others yelling 'INCOMING'.

I hit the water headfirst in a very ungraceful flop. I came up gasping for
air; I hadn't even cleared my eyes yet, when the big beach ball hit me on
the head sending me back down. When I came up again, I cleared my eyes and
saw Sargent Brink standing by the edge of the pool laughing with everybody
else about me. I was laughing pretty hard too. He called me over to him, I
moved past all the boys who were now playing with the beach ball and
yelling. I grabbed the edge of the pool and looked up at the man, he
kneeled down to speak to me.

"I'm serious Dickie." He put his hand on my cheek and rubbed his thumb just
below my eye. "You have to stop running in the pool area." He was smiling
at me but I could tell he wasn't kidding. "Alright?"

I nodded my head. "Yes Sir." He patted my cheek, then stood back up and
went back to his lifeguard platform. I pushed off the edge and dived into
the melee of boys playing.

We played for about an hour when the Older Boys were called out to set up
the lunch tables and bring out the food. The twelve's and thirteen's ate
first, then the ten's and eleven's and finally the nine's and
Newbees. Lunch was just a sandwich, a small bag of chips and a half a pint
of milk. When we were called out for lunch we dried off first then went and
got our lunch and found a spot on the grass to eat. Me, Nate, Nick and a
kid named Davie sat under the big tree where my towel was and ate our
lunch.

Nick finally asked me about my spanking, the other guys seemed to shy away
from it. "So what happen inside?"

I took a big bite out of my peanut butter sandwich. "Wthhat thoo yoou
meean?"

Davie had a look of disgust on his face. "GROSS! Man swallow that stuff! It
looks like you're eating shit."

The other guys busted out laughing at my joke and then began to copy me by
talking with their mouths full of peanut butter. When we calmed down Davie
asked the question this time. "Come on Dickie, what happened?"

I drank some milk to clear my throat. "Nothing much. Randy took me to the
showers and told me what to do when you get a spanking and then he spanked
me. No big deal." I felt so tough shrugging off that spanking now, besides
Randy's spanking didn't really hurt and I had no intentions of telling the
guys about Randy humping me.

Davie rolled his eyes. "Come on Dickie!" He lowered his voice so no one
else could hear him. "Did he pull down your pants?" Davie had this really
big smile on his face as he leaned over toward me. I looked at the other
guys and they were just as interested and leaning in closer to me.

I did feel sorta embarrassed and it felt kinda cool that I was the center
of attention. "Well yeah he pulled them down." I looked back down at my
lap. "But he didn't make them hurt.don't tell or he'll get in trouble." I
didn't want Randy to get into trouble; he had been real easy on me.

Davie sat back up. "I knew it! What else did he do besides spank ya?"
Dave's eyes were as wide as saucers and he had a big grin on his face.

Nick stuffed his face with chips. "What else is there besides spanking?" He
looked back and fourth between Davie and Me.

Nate had laid himself down on his stomach; he had his head resting in his
palms and his legs bent up moving them back and fourth. This caused his
back to curve down and his butt stick up, it looked like he was humping the
grass. "I don't know about Randy.but PeeWee is a real nasty boy. Whenever
he catches me alone, he spanks my bare butt and then he sticks his dick
inside my butt." He said this as easily as talking about the weather.

Nick's mouth dropped open. "Did you tell on him!"

Nate shot him a glare. "I ain't no tattle tale!" Then he looked back at
me. "Besides it ain't all that bad, once you get use to it."

Davie had finished his lunch and lay down next to Nate. "Yeah. Last year
when I was a Newbee, Randy and PeeWee were both sticking me in the butt."
He looked over to Nick. "It really hurts when an adult does it, or a big
kid."

Now Nick laid down to face Davie and Nate. "You mean an adult put his dick
inside your butt?" It was at this point I realized that Nick had no idea
what sex was, I mean I had a very good idea even if I didn't know all the
words used, but Nick didn't have a clue. Davie and Nate knew more than I
did and they seemed to like to talk about it, but me I felt it was
something private and I shouldn't talk about it.

Davie and Nate looked at each other. "Yeah. I had a babysitter who did
it. My dad found out about it and beat the guy up."

"What did your dad do to you?" Asked Nate.

"Nothing. He sent me to a doctor who made me talk about it. A couple of
months later the doctor told my dad I was fine." Davie chewed on a blade of
grass thinking. "Don't tell no one.but the doctor was a nasty guy too."

Nick moved in closer. "What did he do to you?"

>From where I sat I was able to watch all three boys humping the grass,
their butts were moving up and down. My eyes had centered on Nate's butt,
God how I wanted to bury my face in his ass.

"Well.every day when I had to see him. He would make me take off my pants
and shorts and lay across his lap. I had to tell him everything me and the
babysitter did and every thing me and my friends did that was nasty. All
the while I was telling him these things he would spank me, then he would
rub my butt until I stopped crying and start telling him some more
stuff. Then he would spank me some more."

"How many spanks did you get?" Nick was really getting into this.

Davie shrugged his shoulders. "I don't. I had to talk to him for an hour
one day a week, and all the time I was with him my pants were down."

Nick's mouth dropped open. "He spanked you for a whole hour?"

Davie rolled his eyes. "No! When he got tired of spanking he would stick
his finger in my butt and move it in and out."

"Cool man!" Nate was also getting into this story telling. "What else?"

"Well." Davie thought for a second. "You guys swear not to tell?"

Of course we all swore, we had to hear the end of his story. "Have you guys
ever drank sperm?" Nick and myself nodded no, but Nate said he had. Davie
and Nate had to explain to Nick what sperm was, I was too shy to admit that
I didn't know what it was. "Well after my spankings were done he made me
put his dick in my mouth and suck on it. He said in ancient times, men
would give boys their sperm to help them grow up and be strong."

"Wow!" Nick was star struck by Davie. "Did you tell your dad about him?"

Davie looked like he bit down on something bitter. "Hell no!" His voice was
louder then he wanted he quickly looked around to see if anybody heard
him. "Man! You don't go running to mommy and daddy every time someone
touches you. People will call you a baby and make fun of you! Besides it
ain't that bad."

Just as Davie was finishing his sentence I saw Sargent Campbell walking
over. "Guys! Ssshhh! It's Sargent Campbell." Nate and Davie looked over
their shoulders and saw the big man coming towards them. He knelt down
between Nate and Davie; Nate was about to get up when the Sarg put his big
hand onto his neck and pushed him back down.

"Who just swore over here?" He rested his big hands on the back of Nate and
Dave's necks.

Dave lowered his head as he lay there on his stomach, not wanting to look
at the big man. "I did Sir."

Sargent Campbell looked down at Davie; he then brought his hand down to his
swimsuit and jerked them down exposing his bare bottom, I had a great view.

SMACK! The man's red handprint was very visible against Dave's white
bottom. Davie grabbed the grass and gave a muffled cry of pain, other then
that he didn't move from his spot.

"Now we had a talk last year about your cutter talk.didn't we?" He let his
palm rub the exposed boy butt. "Would you like to come to my office and
talk some more about it?"

Davie kept his head lowered not looking up; my eyes were clued to his
butt. "No Sir." He pleaded.

Sargent Campbell grabbed the seat of his trunks and pulled them up hard
causing Dave's butt cheeks to be visible through the pant legs. "Then watch
your mouth!"

Davie nodded his head. "Yes Sir."

The Sarg looked down at Nate; his big hand still held him by the neck. "And
as for you."

SMACK!

Nate's hands flew back to guard his tail and he rolled over onto his back
in shock. He looked up at the Sargent who had stood up and was walking
away. "What was that for?" He shouted at the Sargent's back.

Sargent Campbell waved back at us. "Just getting some more practice." And
he walked away.

We all were laughing at Nate as we watched him rubbing his butt. "Why can't
ya practice on someone else's butt!"

Sargent Campbell turned around still walking away from us; he had a really
big grin on his face. "Because yours is so handy." He turned away laughing.

By now Davie had finished picking his swimsuit out of his crack. "Come on
guys let's swim!" He got up and ran toward the pool; he was followed
closely by Nick.

Nate looked at me as I made my way back toward the building. "Where are you
going Dickie?"

"I gotta go to the bathroom." I lied. PeeWee said he would meet me after
lunch in the showers, and after Dave's hot story, I wanted to get nasty
with someone.

As I sneaked past the front desk I saw Private Andersen sitting with his
back to me, there was another boy standing next to him the boy looked to be
about eleven. What caught my eye was Private Andersen's hand was inside the
back of the kid's shorts. I kept moving to the showers trying to be as
quiet as possible. When I made it to the showers I quickly looked inside
all the shower stalls and toilet stalls, but PeeWee wasn't here. I turned
to leave when he came into the room; he was being quiet too.

He looked at me and then back out the door to see if anybody else was
there. "You still wanta fool around Dickie?" He whispered, he had a big
smile on his face.

"Sure!" I whispered back.

He looked real happy now. "Great! Follow me. But be real quite."

I nodded my head and followed him back out of the room, he opened a door to
what I thought was a closet, but there was a stair well behind the door. I
walked inside and he closed and locked the door. He pointed down the stairs
and I followed close beside him, the dark and dusty stairs were very
narrow. My heart was pounding this whole thing was exciting, I was going
some where I wasn't suppose to with an older boy so he could play with my
butt, and if we got caught we would be in real trouble. The basement had
the machinery to the pool and the machinery was making a lot of
noise. Everything was greasy and dirty, and it was loud enough for us to
have to raise our voices to be heard. PeeWee lead me to a small office area
that didn't get used much, the door was old and the glass surrounding the
room was all fogged up with dirt and grease. In the room were an old wooden
desk and a bench off to one side.

PeeWee closed the door behind me; it was a lot less noisy with the door
closed. He grabbed my waistband and jerk my shorts all the way off. I fell
to the floor and he pulled my shorts off of my feet leaving me
buck-naked. I was lying on my back a little shaking by how fast he stripped
me; he was crawling on all fours over me. I laid my head back as his face
came up to mine, he rubbed his nose against mine and I returned the action.

"You know what I want to do you Dickie?" His voice was a deep husky rasp. I
shook my head no. He kissed me on the cheek. "I want to spank you like a
baby." It was the way he said it that scared me, then he kissed me on the
lips. "I want to make you cry." He came down again and kissed me on the
lips only this time he pushed his tongue past my lips and into my
mouth. This was a first for me, I was scared but I remembered Nate and
Davie said it wasn't so bad to do these things; so I forced myself to
relax. He broke the kiss and spoke again. "I want to fuck your little butt
hard." He kissed me again with his tongue in my mouth, only this time I was
ready and let it go in. His hands were all over me as I lay there naked
with a twelve year-old boy on top of me grinding his hips into me.

When he finally broke this last kiss we were both out of breath, he looked
down between us and then back up at me and smiled. He stood up grabbing my
trunks and my arm pulling me to the bench, as he sat down he pulled me
across his lap and then handed me my trunks. "Here put these in you mouth
and bite down on them!"

I put as much as my swimsuit inside my mouth as I could and lay there
waiting, for what I thought was just a game. His hands were rubbing my butt
and mumbling something; then.

SMACK!

The first hit was dead center and hurt like hell, I arched up but he
slammed me back down. My cry was muffled by the swimsuit in my mouth, my
hand flew back to guard my rear but he grabbed them and pinned them both
behind my back.

SMACK!

Again the hit was dead center and just as painful as a real spanking from a
grown-up. The onslaught continued going from one cheek then the other; it
was as bad as any real spanking I ever gotten before. PeeWee kept mumbling
something as he spanked me, he seemed really pissed off about something.

SMACK!

"You're going to be a good boy!"

SMACK!

"AREN"T YOU!" He shouted.

SMACK!

"OH YEAH!"

SMACK!

And it went on like this he would spank me ask a question and answer it
himself, for how long I was spanked I have no idea. Looking back I suppose
PeeWee had a lot of pent-up frustration and he took it out on the younger
boys. Acting out what he must have gone through with someone else. By the
time he finished beating me, I was just a limp slab of meat laying across
his lap. I was unable to fight back and so wore out I couldn't even cry
anymore.

He sat there breathing real hard his hands resting on my sore butt cheeks,
then he pried my cheeks apart and spat on my butt-hole. He pressed his
finger against my anus and rubbed it in circles. I wanted this whole thing
to end, I thought this would be fun, now I wished I went swimming with my
friends and not gone with PeeWee. Although I had my share of real spankings
in my time, what PeeWee had just done to me was by far the worst. My butt
throbbed from the rush of blood flowing through my cheeks. The room's air
felt cold to my exposed butt cheeks, the pain that my bottom was feeling
had a small tingle to it. As I look back I realized that the tingling
feeling was the pleasure point; if PeeWee had only spanked me some more I
might have, at an earlier age, come to grips with my submissive side
sooner. But as for now I just what the whole thing over with and to never
talk to PeeWee again.

His finger moved past my anus and inside of me, I shuddered as he
entered. "I knew it!" And he began to move his finger in and out of
me. "You're a butt boy! Just like me!" I didn't answer him because of the
trunks in my mouth; but then again I really didn't want to say anything. I
just wanted this whole thing over. He removed his finger and picked me up
and had me on my knees bent over the bench. As he removed his swimsuit he
kept talking to me but he never waited for an answer, so I guess he was
talking for himself.

"Yeah I been a butt boy since I was five." I felt him push his dick against
my numb butt. "Everybody and I mean everybody has either spanked me or
fucked me!" He rammed his dick inside of me and it did not go in easy. I
grabbed the back of the bench trying to pull myself away, giving out a
muffled cry in pain.

He brought his mouth to my ear and whispered. "Do you know who likes to
fuck little boys here?" I didn't answer him, at this point I couldn't have
cared less, I pulled harder to get away from his assault.

He pulled back and rammed his dick harder into me. "Private Andersen."

This caught my attention, Jim was my friend and he never hurt me like
PeeWee was hurting me. PeeWee kissed me on my cheek and began to pull back
out again only to slam it back into me. I screamed through the swimsuit in
my mouth, and began to beg him to stop.

PeeWee pulled his dick back out and slammed it again three more times in
rapid succession. I collapsed and took his attacks like a rag-doll. He
leaned down and kissed my tear stained cheek again only this time he ran
his tongue up to my eye and whispered in my ear. "But do you know who's the
best man to get fucked by here?"

I didn't want to hear him anymore; he was just lying to me again. He said
Jim did this to boys but I knew Jim wouldn't hurt me.

"Sargent Brink!" He whispered in my ear. "He's the best man there is." Then
he went hog wild on my ass, he was ramming his dick in me so hard and so
fast I was being bounced around like I didn't even matter. Finally PeeWee
stopped ramming me and gave a growl like a dog, he began to shudder and
jerk then he fell on my back exhausted. My hole was as numb as my butt
cheeks, and I was as numb as both puts together.

PeeWee pushed himself up and pulled his spent dick out of my ravaged
bottom, he sat there for a few minutes real quiet. I lay there waiting to
be told it was over and I could leave, I felt his hands on my cheeks as he
pried them apart again.

"Man! Dickie you were better then Nate, the first time I did him."

I pulled the swimsuit from my mouth and fought back my tears, in my mind I
hadn't been raped; I was just beat up by a bigger kid.

PeeWee came back up and lay on top of my back, pressing his dick back into
my butt cheeks, he came up to my ear. "Okay Dickie. You made me feel
good. Now it's your turn."

"What are you talking about." My voice was a squeak.

"Well you made me feel good by letting me spank you and fuck you, it's only
fair that I gotta do something to make you feel good." He began to kiss my
neck.

"I don't want nothing! Just leave me alone!" And I pushed him off of me,
but he came back and held me down.

"Come on Dickie! Think of something." He started kissing his way back down
my back until he reached my butt. "I know!"

I was a little upset he stopped kissing me, being so close to my
butt. "What?"

"How about I kiss and lick your butt until it stops hurting?"

Now he struck a cord with me, I have always like to have my bottom kissed
and licked; but I wanted him to pay for what he did to me. Then I
remembered what Jim did to me last year at the Little Boys pool. "Okay. But
you have to stick your tongue inside my butt too!" Now from my point of
view no one liked to stick his or her tongues in anybody's butt and Jim was
the only one who ever did this to me. So I thought this would help me get
back at PeeWee and I would get my butt hole licked again. What I didn't
know is that there are some people out there who live to lick a kid's ass
hole and PeeWee was one of them.

"In your hole?" PeeWee put on his best 'I don't want to do it face'. "Well
okay. But you have to stop me when it stops hurting. Okay?"

I nodded my head. "Okay." I lay my head back down and relaxed waiting for
my treat.

PeeWee lowered his head and kissed one reddened cheek then the other, his
tongue came out and he began to lick both of my cheeks. Shivers ran up and
down my spine, his hand reached around and slowly rubbed my stiffening
little organ. He brushed he face back and fourth on my abused cheeks, he
pressed his face into my crack and I felt his eye lashes flicker against
those tender cheeks. His tongue moved up my crack as if licking an
ice-cream cone, always moving his face with his tongue I could hear him
signing with pleasure. I was enjoying the nasty feelings he was giving me
and I pushed my bottom back at him trying to get as much of that great
feeling as I could. Then slowly he pushed his tongue inside of me; I
gripped the back of the bench and pulled myself away. I looked up at the
dirty windows and thought I saw something move, but then I saw my
reflection in the glass and saw PeeWee burying his face into my baby sized
bottom. I kept my eyes clued to the reflection and began to shove my bottom
back at him. His tongue was moving in and out of my bottom, he was fucking
me with his tongue and I was finally in heaven.

Within just seconds of seeing our reflection I had my organism, I bucked
and jerked and shoved with everything I had to force as much of that tongue
in me as I could. Finally I collapsed on the bench and PeeWee came up and
lay on top of me.

"Do you feel better now?" He asked

"That was the greatest PeeWee! Thanks."

"Are you going to tell on me?"

I did think about it for a short while. "No I won't tell." And I meant it
too.

PeeWee gave a sign of relief. "Great! Come on let's get out of here before
we get caught."

We quickly dressed in our swimsuits and sneaked back outside, no one missed
us I thought. Nate was the one who saw us both come outside together and
noticed how long I had been gone. We all played for a while and I went back
to my towel to rest a little when Nate came up to me.

"Dickie can I ask you a question?" He was looking at the ground and not at
me.

"Sure."

"Did you and PeeWee.you know.fool around inside?"

"Yeah." I looked over at him. "You know what?"

He looked at me all serious like. "What?"

"You were right! He is real nasty!"

"Are you going to tell on him?"

I thought about this again but you know kids can forgive pain quicker than
adults can; as long as they're given something that feels good after the
pain, they are quick to pass the whole affair off. "No I'm not going to
tell. It hurt a whole lot but it felt good too."

Nate seemed relived. "Good! I didn't want to see him get into trouble."

"I wouldn't do that!" I knew it was against the law, what PeeWee did to me,
but he seemed to be a friend just the same.

Nate and I went back to playing in the pool for the rest of the day. My
three new friends and me stayed in the water until 4 o'clock when it was
time to go home. We were given our list of the 'Ten Golden Rules' to
memorize and a reminder of the next days initiations.



End of chapter 4




Nasty Games II

Chapter 5

Initiation Day

By: Dickie



The next day my brothers and I went to the pool, we got there a little
early and had to wait outside with some of the other boys for one of the
lifeguards to open up the place. My brothers were standing by the front
door shooting the breeze with their friends and I was over by the side of
the building by myself. I didn't like to hang out with my brothers and
their friends, they would always tease me and that can really hurt after a
while. It wasn't long until my new friend Nate came running up to me, his
brother and his friends went to hang with my brother and their friends.

I was sitting on my towel roll studying the 'Ten Golden Rules' that we had
to learn, when Nate sat down next to me and we began to recite to each
other the rules. A couple of more guys came up along with Nick and Davie;
both of them sat down next to us too. So the four of us helped each other
study those rules so that we wouldn't get any spanks for not learning the
rules of the pool as well as the initiation spanks that day. It was just a
few minutes later that Sargent Campbell pulled up in his jeep, still in his
uniform, along with Sargent Brink at his side. It seemed to me that they
were a little upset about something, because Sargent Campbell looked at me
like he was mad and sad at the same time. As they walked by us Sargent
Campbell pointed his finger at us and told us to stay outside here until we
were called inside for the initiation. The two men opened the door and let
the other boys inside, but before Sargent Campbell went in he looked at me
again like he was mad about something. Soon everybody else was inside the
building, a few other boys came racing across the parking lot but slowed
down and pointed at us and laughed. I guess that they knew what was going
to happen to us, too bad we didn't know exactly what to expect.

"Why is he looking at us like that?" Davie asked.

"I don't know he looks pretty mad." Nate stated and looked at me. "He's
your dad's friend Dickie. What's he mad about?"

I was still looking at the door very worried, I thought he was only looking
at me but I guess he was looking at all of us. I looked back at my three
friends and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know." I tried to change to
subject. "Hey Davie. What's the initiation going to be like?" I just had to
fine out what to expect.

Davie looked up at me; that worried look on his face changed into a
'shit-eating' grin on his small face. "Well you guys get the same
initiation that I got last year, it's called 'The Mouseketeer Initiation'".

The three of us looked at Davie and asked in unison. "The what?"

Davie laughed. "'The Mouseketeer Initiation'."

Nate turned his nose up. "What's that?"

"Well here it is. You have to wear these tee shirts that they give you."

"What's so special about a tee shirt?" I interrupted.

Davie laughed some more. "You'll see." I didn't like the way he said that
and he was still wearing that grin as if he knew something I didn't want to
know. "Anyway you have to wear the tee shirt and then you each have to go
into a shower stall, there will be a stool in the stall."

"And?" Nick asked while hugging his towel roll to his chest with
anticipation.

Davie seemed to like being the center of attention. "Well you only have the
tee shirt on and nothing else.except for a blind fold."

"A blind fold?" Again we all asked at the same time.

"Yeah you see, you can't know who's spanking you, so you're blind
folded. Oh yeah you'll also have a gag on too and your hands are tied
behind your back."

Now all of our mouths were hanging open, no one ever mentioned this. I
myself was just expecting a lot of spankings and a sore butt, but now I'm
told I'll be gagged and blind folded like a prisoner.

"One of the Older Boys will be at the shower stall door monitoring the
spanks so as no one tries to do anything nasty to you." Davie rolled his
eyes and laughed some more at a memory that had just come to him. "Yeah
right! When I was initiated last year, three guys stuck their fingers
inside my butt and a couple pulled on my dick". Davie shrugged his
shoulders and continued. "Well anyway, when everybody has finished spanking
you, then the Older Boy at your shower stall will step inside the stall and
give you eight very hard spanks."

I can't speak for the others but I was going into shock, for the first time
since hearing about the initiation, I was scared. "My brothers said that
they were going to spank me the hardest." Considering that my oldest
brother, Ron who was one of the 'Older Boys', now had the chance to spank
me as hard as he wanted without getting himself into trouble had me scared;
I was ready to start crying right there.

"Yeah mine did too." Nate stated. I looked over at my friend and saw that
the color had left his face as well as Nick's.

Davie reached inside of his towel roll and pulled out four small candy bars
and handed them out to us laughing some more to himself. "Man! They can't
even touch you guys."

I bit into the Snickers Bar he gave me to try and get rid of a lump that
was forming in my throat. "What do you mean they can't touch us?"

"Yeah?" Nate asked while chewing on his candy bar.

Davie shook his head. "I don't know what happen exactly but two years ago a
brother was supposed to initiate his kid brother and he beat him pretty
bad. So brothers aren't allowed to spank brothers anymore."

Now this was a bit of good news for Nate and me, but it didn't help Nick
any. "Yeah great!" He stated sarcastically. "But we still have to let the
other SEVENTEEN guys spank us!"

I didn't see what the big deal was. "So they can only give us three swats
each."

Nate nudged me in the ribs. "Hey Dick. That means we still get fifty one
spanks, PLUS the Older Boy's eight hard spanks."

Well that made the lump in my throat come back pretty quick. "Oh."

Davie had finished his candy bar and had thrown the wrapper away. "Hey
guys! Don't sweat it. There's gonna be a lifeguard in the room too, I think
it's gonna be Private Andersen again he monitored mine. I heard him
volunteer for the job yesterday, so no bodies gonna get too rough on you."

Just then Sargent Campbell appeared at the door and called us over to him,
we all grabbed our towels and stuff and walked up to him. In his arms were
three white tee shirts. "Okay boys come with me." This time as I approached
him I noticed I was the only one who got the strange look, I thought he was
mad at me. We took our new tee shirts and followed him inside, as he turned
to look back at us he noticed Davie was still with us. "I'm sorry Davie."
He didn't sound sorry or mad. "If I knew you wanted to have an initiation
again I would have brought you a tee shirt too. Oh well. I suppose I could
talk the guys into initiating you without a tee shirt." The huge man got a
big grin on his face, now I knew he was mad at me and not the others but
then again Davie went into a panic when he heard the Sargent's offer.

"NO SIR!" He threw his hands up as if to block something. "I was just
telling the guys what was going to happen. I don't want to do it again!
Please!"

Sargent Campbell laughed real loud. "Alright then get inside and sign in,
before I initiate you myself." As Davie ran past the Sargent he received a
solid swat to his nine year-old rear.

SMACK! "OW!" Davie cried out while grabbing his rear and still running down
the hall. We all laughed at Davie and entered the building behind the
Sargent. He lead us to the room behind the sign-in counter, inside was a
cot and a footlocker this was where the lifeguards changed clothes; the cot
was there incase any of the boys ever felt sick they would have a place to
lay-down. I entered the room first just in time to see Sargent Brink
pulling his green swimming shorts up over his beefy butt. I couldn't help
but notice that big hairy smile back there.

"Alright boys, I want you to strip naked, the only thing I want to see on
you are those tee shirts." Sargent Campbell ordered, he looked up at
Sargent Brink. "Call me when they're ready. Andersen's already in the
showers getting everything set up, we need to keep an eye on him."

Sargent Brink nodded his head as Sargent Campbell left the room; Sargent
Brink sat down on the bed to watch us. We started to undress in front of
Sargent Brink at the time I felt no modesty about undressing in front of an
adult nor did I have any idea of what they would be thinking. If I had
known of the 'Dark Thoughts' that some men have towards boys, I think I
would have been really scared because he never took his eyes off of us. I
bent over to get my new tee shirt to put on when I looked over at Nate, he
had his back to me and I saw a picture and some writing on the back of the
shirt. The picture was a naked bubble butt and the writing was across the
top and below the bottom, I was trying to read it when Nate turned around
to face me, on the front was a picture of 'Mickey Mouse'.

"Hey guys look!" Nate called to us; he was looking down at the picture on
the front. "It's Mickey!"

I grabbed Nate's arm and turned him around to see the back again. "Wait,
there's something on the back."

Nick walked over and looked too. "Hey it's a butt!"

"Where?" Nate was trying to look over his shoulder to see what we did.

I was trying to read the back; Sargent Brink sat there smiling at us. "Well
Dickie. Read it out loud."

"Mouse.kee.ter Boy. I've been nau.gh.ty sp.ank me pl.ease." My eyes went
wide as saucers, I grabbed my tee shirt and looked at the back too while
Nate reached for mine to see for himself. Nick grabbed his and let out a
groan and Sargent Brink roared with laughter. My heart was pounding inside
of my chest and a cold shiver ran down my spine. There was a hard slap to
my naked fanny, I jumped and looked at Sargent Brink who was laughing at
us.

"Get over it boys!" He roared. "The sooner you start, the sooner it'll all
be over!"

I pulled my shirt over my head, I felt the man's hands pull me to him to
help me pull the embarrassing tee shirt over my head. He had stood me
between his legs with my back to him; he had managed to pull my hips so
that his lightly covered adult sized organ was nestled between my butt
cheeks. He wrapped his large arms around my waist and hugged me; I stood
there and watched as Nate helped Nick pulled his shirt on. The tee shirts
only came to our hips, thus leaving us bare from the waist down. Sargent
Brink released me but I didn't move at first, he had to lightly push me
aside as he stood up and turned around to face away from us. He had his
back to us, I guess to hide his large dick from us boys, then he called
out. "They're ready!"

Sargent Campbell called to us from the other room. "Okay guys, get out
here!"

As we turned to leave the room I took one last look back at Sargent Brink,
he had turned to face me then he winked and smiled. I waved back at him and
swallowed real hard. He gave me the thumbs up sign. "You can do it Dickie."
He urged me on.

As we walked down the short hallway to the showers other boys were
whistling at us and yelling to us 'to shake it not brake it'. This was so
embarrassing I could have died. We entered 'Shower Room B' and saw that all
the other boys were standing in a line, arranged by age. We were to be
spanked by age, the younger ones first and so on. Randy Johnston was the
monitor for my shower stall; this made me feel a little at ease, but only a
little. He came up to me and tied the blindfold to my eyes and then checked
them, he then pulled my hands to tie behind my back and asked if it hurt
any. I said no. Then he told me that he was going to gag me so I couldn't
talk, and then he did it. All the while I heard the other guys going
through the same thing.

"Alright boys!" It was Private Andersen's voice. "These are this years
'Mouseketeer Boys' and they have been naughty. Just read their shirts and
you will all see that they want you to teach them how to be good."

All the guys were laughing at us and teasing us with phrases like. "OOOO!
NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT! SPANK THAT BUTT! .And so on. I couldn't see who
was saying what, but I was shaking with fright and suppressing a few
giggles.

I was then lead into a shower stall by Randy, he told me to stand still and
wait, then I felt his hand rub my butt a little. "Don't worry Dickie." He
whispered into my ear. "You were pretty cool yesterday, so I'll take care
of you today. Okay?"

I nodded my head 'yes'. He left me in the stall alone, I could still heard
Private Anderson speaking to the boys about the rules to the initiation. He
warned them not to get too rough and that any boy getting out of hand would
be sent to Sargent Campbell's office. There were some groans and moans
about some of the other rules but they died down soon enough. There was a
lot of talking going on outside the stall when I heard the curtain to the
stall pulled back and someone entered. A big hand was placed on my shoulder
and squeezed me.

"Are you ready Dickie?" It was Sargent Campbell and he was talking very
lightly into my ear. I nodded my head and he patted my exposed
bottom. "Good boy! Now if anybody tries to do anything nasty or makes you
feel bad, you let me know. Okay?" Again I nodded my head and then he kissed
my forehead as he left. I thought that was kind of strange, I mean I loved
this giant of a man and always kissed him, but he almost never kissed me.

"Is there a problem Sargent?" It was Private Andersen's voice.

There was a long pause and most of the boys, whose voices had been somewhat
loud until now, became quiet. "There will be no problems Private!" Sargent
Campbell sounded mad. "In fact Private I've decided to stay and help you!"
If Sargent Campbell ever talked to me in that tone of voice, I would be
scared.

"That's okay Sargent." I could tell his voice was shaking. "I got
everything in hand."

Again there was a long pause and when Sargent Campbell spoke again I could
tell he was on the verge of loosing his temper. "So.I've.heard!"

Nobody said anything and there was a scary silence to the whole room. I
heard the two men walk away and someone else enter the shower stall.

"Man!" It was Randy whispering to me again. "I thought the Sarg was going
to hit Private Andersen! What happened?"

I shrugged my shoulders, because I had no idea.

The shower curtain opened up and Randy told the first boy to be quiet. I
heard someone sit down on the stool, and then I was turned around to lie
across the bare legs of my first spanker. It felt kind of strange to me;
everything was dark, I couldn't move my hands or speak it felt as if I was
in a different place almost like a dream. Small hands lightly touched my
butt cheeks, the fingers traced the crevasse of my bottom. This was sending
shivers up and down my spine. The fingers began to part my cheeks and move
in closer to my anus, when Randy spoke up.

"No!" He whispered. "Not today. The Sarg is here!" There was a short-lived
quiet. "Just spank him quick." I heard my young spanker say, 'darn' then he
gave me three quick and light spanks. They didn't even hurt at all. I could
hear slaps coming from the other stalls where my friends were; the spanks
coming from there didn't sound too harsh either. I was then helped up and
turned to face the wall, in a few seconds another boy entered the
stall. Randy said the same to him about being quiet, and then he turned me
around and guided me across the new spanker's lap. I was out of balance and
stumbled in the dark, but soon found myself across two more bare
legs. Again small hands explored my fanny; they touched me lightly giving
me goose pimples. The swats were light and were arousing my small dick.

By the time the tenth boy had come into the stall, I was dizzy from being
turned around so many times and laid across all those laps, this was
beginning to feel more like a dream with every passing minute. By this time
my bottom was quite warm and had a small tingle to it. All of the younger
boys had, had their turn and the bigger boys were moving in for the
kill. The eleven's and twelve's spanked the hardest, trying to administer
as much pain as possible without getting into trouble. I had lost count as
to how many guys had felt me up and spanked me, but I do remember when
PeeWee walked in.

He pulled me around so hard that I almost fell to the floor, once in
position he jabbed his finger up my butthole. Even though I had been fucked
quite often by this time, having a finger slammed up my butt still hurt.

"Hey!" Randy whispered to him. "Stop it!"

I heard PeeWee whisper back as he withdrew that finger. "Just keep watch!"

SMACK!!

The spank was so hard I almost jumped off of his lap and began to scream
through my gag.

"Stop it!" Randy said a little louder.

"Fuck you!" SMACK!! "This is my little butt-boy!" He began to rub my sore
butt cheeks as I was trying to crawl away. "You should have seen him
yesterday in the basement. He likes it rough." SMACK!!

I ached my back and tried to scream again, but I was blocked by the gag in
my mouth.

"GODDAMNIT! STOP IT!!" This time Randy shouted.

There was some commotion as I heard the curtains opening up then someone
grabbed me and pulled me off of PeeWee's lap.

"What the hell's going on in here!" It was Sargent Campbell and boy did he
sound mad. He was the one holding me in one hand, standing me up, and I
could feel him grabbing PeeWee and pulling him up too.

"Sir!" It was Randy. "I told PeeWee to stop hitting Dickie so hard."

I was jerked around some more, I guess so that Sargent Campbell could look
at my rear. "What is your problem boy!" He yelled at PeeWee. "Do you get
off hurting.other.b." His voice trailed off and became quiet. "What is that
on your finger?" He asked in an almost whisper.

There was no reply, just dead silence.

"I SAID!! WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR FINGER BOY!!" The man roared. I was shaking
with fright.

"Hey Sarg calm down." I heard Private Andersen say as if from across the
room.

All of a sudden Sargent Campbell let go of me and yelled. "SHUT THAT HOLE
OF YOUR'S, FAGOT!"

Just then I could hear the doors to the room open up. "What's going on in
here!" It was Sargent Brink's voice.

"IF THAT FAGOT OPENS HIS HOLE! CLOSE IT!" Sargent Campbell roared.

I heard some commotion then I felt big hands turn me around again, my blind
fold was removed. I was somewhat blinded, my eyes were filled with tears
and the bright lights were hurting my eyes too. I blinked a little to see
who was in front of me; he was busy taking the gag off of me. It was
Sargent Campbell; he had me turned around to untie my hands. I looked
around the room and saw Sargent Brink had his left hand around Private
Andersen's throat, pinning him to the wall his right hand clinched in a
fist ready to strike; Private Andersen looked like he was scared
shitless. All the other boys had their backs to the wall, wide eyed and
just as scared as I was.

It would be some years later that I learned that Sargent Campbell had found
out about Private Andersen and his little games with the small boys. I
would also learn that Private Andersen and PeeWee were partners in a pedo
ring. As I recall I remember seeing something move in the windows in the
basement as I was being raped, that was Private Andersen taking pictures of
my rape. I know this now because I have seen those pictures on the net and
I remember that room. How Sargent Campbell found out about it I still don't
know and it is a topic neither of us speaks about today.

But as for then I was just a scared little boy who really didn't understand
what it all meant. And as for Sargent Campbell, he was scared in his own
way and trying to deal with his fear and trying to stay in control of the
situation.

"Get those other Newbees out here and untie them!" Sargent Campbell
ordered, but no one moved at first. "GODDAMNIT! GET THOSE BOYS OUT HERE
NOW!" The two other 'Older Boys' came out of their trance and quickly got
Nick and Nate to untie them. Sargent Campbell turned me around to face
him. I was crying out of sheer fright, I thought I was in big trouble. He
looked me straight in the eye, and then I could see his eyes were red with
rage. "Dickie.What happen?" He spoke softly. "What did PeeWee do to you?"

Through the fright and the loss of control in my breathing I found talking
very hard. "He.he.he h.hit me! Rea.rea.real har.hard!"

The Sargent put his hands to my head and held me still as I coughed back as
many tears as I could. "Did he do anything else?"

I started to turn my head to look at PeeWee, but Sargent Campbell stopped
me and gently held my face so I could only see his face, he then pleaded
with me. "Please son." He spoke softly. "Trust me." He didn't look mad
anymore; in fact I thought he was going to cry. "What else did he do?"

I didn't want to be a squealer, so I stayed quiet but I couldn't look him
in the eye so I looked down at the floor.

"Please son. I can't help you if you don't tell me what he did." He was
whispering to me.

I looked up into his eyes and then I knew I had to tell him. "He put 'it'
into my butt." I whispered so lower, I could barely hear myself but he
heard me clear as day. After I said it, it was like a dam busted and I
broke down into a crying fit into his arms. I was crying out of the fear
that I was the one in big trouble and not because Pee Wee had just finger
fucked me.

Sargent Campbell hugged me tight. "Sargent Brink!" He said calmly.

"Yes Gunnery Sargent!" Brink spoke as he held Private Andersen up against
the wall.

"I don't get it?" I heard one of the boy whine. "What's wrong?" No one else
heard what I said or made the connection as to why Sargent Campbell was
having such a fit.

"Alright! The initiation is over. Everybody get out! Now!" Sargent Campbell
ordered. All the boys turned to leave the room, but when Randy turned to
leave Sargent Campbell grabbed his red shirt and pulled him back. He
brought his face close to Randy's and talked in a whisper. "Why didn't you
tell me what PeeWee did? Why didn't you stop it?" He was whispering but he
sounded real mad.

I liked Randy, he was real nice to me as far as I was concerned. "He.he
did."

Sargent Campbell looked back at me. "He what?"

"Ran.Randy told hi.him to st.st.stop it. An.and P.PeeWee told him t.to fuck
off." I looked up as I realize I had just said a bad word.

He looked at me and gave a nervous laugh. "It's alright son." He then
brought his finger to my nose. "This time." I placed my face back into his
huge chest and hug him some more. He then looked back up at Randy. "I
trusted you."

"I'm sorry Sir."

He hugged me some more then he patted Randy's shoulder. "We'll talk about
this latter. But until then I need you to stay quiet about what
happened. Don't tell anybody about it. Do you understand me?"

Randy nodded. "Yes Sir." He then left the room.

The only ones left in the room were Private Andersen, Sargent Brink,
PeeWee, Sargent Campbell and I. All was quiet except for my
crying. "Sargent Brink, would you please take those two to my office and
lock the door." Sargent Campbell's grip on me tightened up a bit. "Then
call the M.P.'s and the 'Base Commander' and inform them as to our
situation."

"Yes Sargent."

"Then stand guard and don't let me near that room."

Sargent Brink then shoved Private Andersen and PeeWee out the door. I just
sat there on Sargent Campbell's lap crying; it was as if a weight had been
lifted from me and I just had to cry it off. It wasn't long before Sargent
Campbell had carried me to the room behind the sign in counter and laid me
down onto the cot in the backroom. Soon the M.P.'s came and relieved
Sargent Brink; he came back to sit with me and rubbed my back until I fell
asleep.

Sometime later Sargent Brink woke me up, he must have dressed me because I
was wearing my swimming shorts, he then walked me to Sargent Campbell's
office. My two brothers were there as was the 'Base Commander', Sargent
Brink closed the door as he left us alone, I went to sit with my
brothers. The 'Base Commander' was sitting behind Sargent Campbell's desk;
Sargent Campbell was standing behind him. The 'Base Commander' was such a
close friend of my dad's, my brother's and I had grown up calling him Uncle
Rob.

"How are you feeling Dickie?" Uncle Rob asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay. I guess." I whispered while looking at the
floor.

"Do you want me to call your mom or dad to come and get you?"

I took his question the wrong way, I thought I was going to be kicked out
of the pool because I didn't finish the initiation. "You mean I can't swim
here no more?" I was on the verge of tears again.

Uncle Rob motioned me to him, I walked around the desk and sat in his lap
and he wrapped his arms around me. "As far as I'm concerned you boys can
always swim here."

"Dickie!" Keith started to plead with me, something he never did except to
stay out of trouble. "If mom or dad finds out what happened here they won't
let us come back."

"That ain't no lie." Ron mumbled.

"Boys!" Sargent Campbell spoke up, to silence my brothers. "If your brother
needs to tell your mom and dad what happened he should."

I looked up at Sargent Campbell and he looked back down at me. "How's your
dad feeling Dickie?"

I brought my eyes back down to my lap and twiddled my thumbs. "He hurts a
lot still." (I forgot whether I said this in an earlier chapter or not. My
father was discharged due to a back injury).

"And we don't want to hurt your dad anymore. Do we?" Uncle Rob asked.

I shook my head no.

"And if your dad found out what's been happing here with you, that would
hurt his feelings. Wouldn't it?" Sargent Campbell added.

Honesty I didn't understand their logic, but when you're eight years old
you mostly agree with an adult no matter what they say, so I just nodded my
head; yes. Both of my brothers gave a sigh of relief.

My two brothers' were dismissed with Uncle Rob reminding them that they
couldn't say a thing to anybody about what happened. I sat there on Uncle
Rob's lap for sometime; it was Sargent Campbell who suggested I go play
outside. I jumped off of Uncle Rob's lap and gave him a good-bye hug and
then Sargent Campbell, they both reminded me to stay quiet about PeeWee and
Private Andersen.

The entire affair was kept quiet; there were no court hearings and no
investigations. Private Andersen was not sent to prison, but instead he was
given a transfer to a new base just south of New Mexico. It was somewhere
in sunny Antarctica where he would enjoy being the little boy of that
base. I'm sure he found it as pleasing an experience as I'm sure all the
boy's he fucked found him to be.

PeeWee's dad was transferred as well, but first he was given a choice of
sending his boy to a reformatory school or letting the 'Base Commander'
send PeeWee to a 'Special' school. Well PeeWee's dad was so mad that he had
a pervert for a son, he told the 'Base Commander' that he didn't care where
he sent his son, just send him away. So PeeWee was sent to a special
military school, it was not a school for boys but rather a school for young
adults. PeeWee was the school's mascot, there he was tutored and given a
strict military code to live by. Being the youngest and smallest on the
campus, he also found himself on the receiving end of the older students'
lust.

As for me, I ran out of the building with my towel roll in hand and raced
to the big tree where my friends had already placed their towels and
things. I quickly dropped my stuff and ran back to the pool area, I raced
across the pool's edge and jumped as high as I could. While in mid-flight I
heard a whistle blow.

"Ooops!"

End of chapter 5.







Nasty Game II

Chapter 6

Nate's Story

By: Dickie



It had been two weeks since Private Andersen and PeeWee had left the pool
for the 'not so greener pastures'. My brothers told my mom and dad that
Private Andersen had been transferred and that PeeWee left for summer
school, but then again that was what everybody else was saying too. Some of
the other boys said that things, were a whole lot nicer without those two
causing troubles anymore. There were vague rumors running about; some said
that Private Andersen had molested almost every boy there while others said
the same thing about PeeWee.

In two weeks most of those rumors had died down and soon no one was talking
about those two anymore. In that same time my three new friends and me were
quickly being known as the 'Four Mouseketeers'. We were always together, we
swam together and ate together and sometimes we would sleep over at each
other's houses. Sargent Campbell was still taking practice spanks at Nate's
butt and I was still getting swats for running inside the pool area. Nick
and Davie were always together, wherever Davie went Nick was close behind
him (real close). Nate and I were also close, very close. We still ate our
lunches under the big tree in the courtyard and would tell stories about
getting spanked or being nasty with someone. I had loosened up a bit about
sex and found it easier to talk about my cousin and Private Andersen. Davie
was usually the center of attention, he was nine and had gone all the way
with adults and kids, he was our 'Spiritual Leader' in the sex department.

After one of Davie's stories we would all sneak off to a quiet place and
butt hump or suck each other. We butt humped because our dicks were too
small and our butt cheeks were too deep to fuck. The four of us took care
of each other, while two of us were at it the other two would keep
watch. It was Nate and Nick that liked to get spanked and Davie and I liked
to spank. We were a perfect team.

It was Saturday night and the four of us were spending the night at Nate's
house, his older brother had gone camping with some of the 'Older Boys'
from the pool and his father was over-seas. It was just the four of us and
his mom, we had a great time. His mom had taken us to a movie that
afternoon and when we got home she made us hot dogs on the bar-b-q in the
backyard. Earlier that morning Sargent Brink came by to pick up Nate's
brother and while he was there he set up a four-man tent in the backyard so
we could campout too. He promised to take the four of us out camping too
someday. We played in the backyard the rest of the day and into the
night. When it got dark enough we started to play our favorite game, it was
called 'Hide and Spank'. It was sort of like 'Hide and Seek' only if you
got tagged you were taken inside the tent and spanked bare butt. It was
just kid stuff.

But soon Nate's mom made us climb into our sleeping bags; it was after ten
o'clock, way past our bed times. We still giggled and told jokes for
awhile, Nate's mom left us alone for the rest of the night. Our little
jokes soon turned towards spanking and sex; to us spanking was part of sex
so the two always went hand in hand. Nick pestered Davie to tell us some
more about the nasty things that he had done, but Davie was getting tired
of telling all the stories so he nagged Nate to tell us his stories.

"Come on guys!" Davie whined. "I'm always telling you about stuff. Why
don't you tell me something?"

"I never did anything like this before I met you guys." Nick confessed.

Davie climbed out of his sleeping bag and opened Nick's up all the way,
revealing Nick's whole body from head to toe. He then climbed on top of
Nick's chest. "Nice p.j.'s." He then began to tickle Nick's ribs, Nick was
squealing and bucking trying to make Davie stop, soon he rolled over onto
his stomach to escape. "That's better." Davie purred. He pushed himself
back onto Nick's legs and then he pushed with both hands along Nick's ribs
his pajama top up to his shoulder blades revealing his bare back, there he
began a slow massage. Nick relaxed and submitted himself to Davie's gentle
hands.

"Come on Nate." Davie whined again. "I know you did stuff with PeeWee. Was
there anybody else?" He asked as he continued to stroke Nick's bare back.

Nate and I were sitting up in our bags watching Davie and Nick. Nate looked
down at the floor as if thinking to himself. "Well okay I'll tell." He said
in an unsure way. "It happened where we used to live in Texas at my
school."

All three of us looked at Nate. "A teacher?" We all asked at once.

Nate jerked away from us. "No!" He seemed repulsed by our collective
assumption.

Davie giggled at Nate's response. "Well then who?"

Still looking at the floor, Nate seemed embarrassed for bringing it up. "It
was a fifth grader. It wasn't a man or anything like you've done with
people, Davie." Nate's eyes were looking down at his twiddling fingers,
having second thoughts about saying anything at all. "It was just kid
stuff."

So I nudged Nate's side. "So what did he do?"

Nate shook his head. "Naa.It's too stupid." He waved his hand at
me. "Forget it."

All of our mouths dropped open as he left us hanging there, but Davie
wasn't going to let Nate get off that easy. "Dang-it Dickie!" He pointed at
Nate. "Make him talk!"

I then lunged myself at my friend and wrestled him to the ground; while on
my sleeping bag I began to give him the 'T.T' treatment. (T.T treatment was
our way of saying 'Tickle Torture'). Nate finally rolled onto his stomach,
right where I wanted him, then I pushed his p.j.'s top up to his shoulder
blades and made my threat. "Either you tell us what happened or I'm going
to start 'T.T.ing' you again."

"Okay!" Nate laughed. "I'll talk.I'll talk."

I placed my hands on his smooth skin and began a slow massage of my
friend's back as I sat on his legs. I looked over at Davie and Nick and saw
Nick resting his head to the side and Davie was moving down his spine
working his way to Nick's butt. That was what I planned on doing too, to
Nate.

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Mrs. Parker scanned her class of first graders as they sat in the
semi-circle in the reading section of their small classroom. All of the
children were in their school uniforms of pressed white cotton shirts and
navy blue slacks. The shirts had an emblem of the school on the front
pockets and the slacks had an elastic band on the back for a snugger
fit. The girls' uniforms were almost the same only they wore navy blue
skirts. Mrs. Parker had just called everybody together, for 'Story Telling
Time', and was now waiting for the children to calm down so she could start
the story. Just as the room of children had calmed down, a hand went up
into the air from little Nate in the back row.

Mrs. Parker saw the hand and called on Nate. "Yes Nate. What is it?"

Six year old Nate stood up. "May I go to the restroom? Please!"

"You should have gone at recess." She looked at the pleading eyes of the
small boy, it was those slanted blue eyes that she could not
refuse. "Alright you may go. But I'm going to start reading anyway, so
don't pout about not hearing the first part of the story."

"Yes Ma'am." The small boy turned and left the classroom. The blonde haired
round face little boy walked down the quiet hallway of the old school to
the restroom. Only instead of going to the little boy's room he decided to
go in the other direction to the big boy's locker room and go pee in
there. No special reason, just to do something different, and explore. Nate
loved to explore places, he would always wonder off to see new things.

He opened the door to the room he had never seen before and the first thing
he noticed was how big it was. He looked around the corner and saw all the
lockers and the bench that was in front of them. The small boy walked down
the rows of lockers, noticing that every step he took echoed in the empty
room. Nate had heard rumors that the big boys had to take off their clothes
in here and change in front of each other. He looked around another corner
and saw the showers. Nate had heard that they had to take a shower after
gym class, but he had never seen one room lined with showerheads. His
little feet carried him into the shower room and he walked around looking
at all the knobs and showerheads wondering what it would be like to see all
those naked boys taking a shower together.

As Nate was leaving the deafly quiet shower area a voice boomed out. "What
are you doing here?"

Nate jumped at the sudden sound in the quiet locker room. 'I-I was just
looking around." His small voice squeaked. He then recognized to whom the
voice belonged, it was Cody the coach's son. Cody was an eleven-year-old
fifth grader that helped his father at the school.

Cody walked up to the small boy and Nate backed up to the tile wall. Nate's
head was below Cody's chest so Nate had to look straight up at the big boy
to see his face. "What are you looking around for?" Cody looked down at the
first grader's face and thought it was real cute, the big cheeks on the
small boy's face was only enhanced by Nate's elfish blue eyes. Cody had a
thing for boys, especially the small ones, he loved to play with their
bottoms. He enjoyed spanking them, but not so hard that they would run and
tell on him, he loved the way those butts smelled, tasted and felt as he
was fucking them.

"Nothing. I-I had to go pee." Nate knew he was in trouble, he should have
gone to the little boy's room, and besides little kids were not allowed in
this room.

Cody, trying to sound as authoritative as he could, decided to play this
for all it was worth, after all the kid was all alone and looked so
innocent just like an angle. "Little boys aren't allowed in this room!" He
saw the fear in the little six-year-olds face and loved it. "I guess you'll
be getting some swats now! My dad hates it when little kids come into
here!"

Now Nate was terrified. He knew if he got a spanking at school, he would
get a bigger one when he got home; he had seen it happen to his big
nine-year-old brother. Nate clinched his fists and stamped his feet, as he
was about to pitch a fit. "Nooo!" He begged with all his might. He then
reached out to the older boy's hand and jerked on it. "Pleeeasssee! Don't
tell on me!" In little Nate's eyes a spanking at school was the worst thing
that could happen. Getting a spanking from his mom or dad was normal, but a
spanking from a teacher had to be the worst thing there was.

Cody was jerked forward by Nate; he thought it was so funny how the little
kids at this school believed everything they were told. "Hey man! You were
the one who came into the locker room, and knowing my dad he'll probably
use the paddle on you." Cody knew his father wouldn't paddle the kid, he
more than likely would just tell the kid to stay out, but Cody was feeling
horny today and he could see the opportunity for a little grab-ass standing
right in front of him.

Oh boy! Now Nate was in a real panic, he was almost in tears. "NOOOO!"

Cody then grabbed one of Nate's small hands. "Come on! I better take you to
my dad's office." Cody bluffed, he knew his father wasn't even there, hell
he was enjoying this.

Nate allowed himself to be led by the older boy all the while whining to
himself.

The Cody stopped and looked down at the small boy, tears were flowing down
the child's cheeks. "Didn't you say you had to pee?"

Nate nodded his head 'yes'.

"Okay." Cody then led the boy to the toilet stalls and opened the last one
at the far end of the empty locker room. As Nate entered the stall, Cody
stepped in behind him and closed the stall door. "Okay. Pull your pants all
the way down and pee."

Nate looked up at the older boy; not knowing what to say or do, he knew
that peeing in front of some one was bad. Last summer he got a spanking
from his dad for having a pissing contest with his best friend behind the
house.

Cody knew he didn't have all day, he quickly turned the small boy around to
face the toilet. "Come on kid drop your pants and get to it!"

Nate didn't want to get this boy any madder at him, so he started to unhook
his slacks but he wasn't fast enough. Cody kneeled down behind Nate and
brought his hands around Nate's waist and unhooked the little boys' pants
himself. Cody's face was even with Nate's head and their midsections were
even with each other's, as he pulled Nate's pants open and lowered Nate's
zipper Nate was pushing his rump up against Cody's groin. Cody then hooked
his fingers into the side bands of Nate's britches and pulled his slacks
and underpants down to the floor.

Cody then pushed Nate forward. "Okay now pee!"

Nate took his pinky size pricklet and began to pee. He felt one of Cody's
hands raising his white shirt while the other hand was on his small
bottom. When Nate had finished pissing Cody told him to hold his shirt up
for him so Nate did as he was told. Cody then brought his other hand up to
play with Nate's baby smooth bottom, one hand on each cheek.

Cody just loved baby butts. He put his palms up against the cheeks and
pried them apart to see the virgin pucker. Nate was blessed with a deep ass
furrow and plump yet firm butt cheeks. The older boy loved how the small
boy's back would push in at the base and his fanny would stick out.

Nate knew that the older boy was being nasty with him, but he felt that
maybe if he let the older boy be nasty with him then maybe he could get out
of his spanking. Little Nate stood still looking straight a head at the
wall as Cody kneaded the young buns in front of him.

Cody then pulled Nate back to him and pressed his groin up against Nate's
exposed backside. He knew he had to let the kid get back to class or they
would get caught. Cody leaned forward to whisper into Nate's ear, as he did
this he pushed his young groin harder into Nate's rear. "I'll make you a
deal kid."

Nate turned his head a little. "What?" Nate began to pull away from the boy
but Cody reached around and grabbed Nate's small pricklet and forced Nate
to push back onto Cody's groin.

"I won't tell my dad I caught you sneaking around in here. If you do
something for me." He whispered. Cody began to move his hips grinding
himself onto the smaller boy.

Nate had a feeling that what Cody wanted to do was wrong, but the small boy
would do anything to avoid getting a spanking at school. "What's that?"

"You have to meet me at lunch, behind the cafeteria."

"What are you going to do?" Nate whispered back over his shoulder.

Cody looked down between them at those two beautifully innocent cheeks he
was pressed up against. "We'll go some place quiet and then I'm going to
pull your pants down and spank you myself." Cody whispered. "Then we're
going to play a game."

Nate felt a spanking was fair, especially since boys don't spank as hard as
adults do. But what had Nate worried was the game Cody mention. "What
game?"

Cody pressed himself as hard as he could up against Nate's rear. "It is
called 'Doggie', and you better let me do it or I'll tell!"

Nate agreed to the terms of his blackmailer. Cody quickly dressed the small
boy and sent him to his class.

When it was time for lunch all the students at the school filed into the
school cafeteria. As soon as Nate had finished his lunch, he broke away
from his friends and headed to the back of the building, where they kept
the trashcans and stuff. The little boy looked around for the older boy and
was about to leave, when Cody came running up to him.

"Sorry I'm late kid. I had to go and get something." Cody stated as he
totted up. "Are you ready?"

Nate nodded his head and began to unfasten his slacks.

Cody quickly stopped the smaller boy. "No!" He looked around. "Not here."
He looked around again. "Follow me."

The two boys walked around the corner and up to the back door of the
school's church, it was there that Cody pulled out a key and unlocked the
door. With one last look around he quickly went inside and pulled little
Nate inside with him.

Nate had only entered this building from the front door, so he did not
realize where he was yet. "Are we going to do it here?" The small boy
whispered.

Cody push Nate down a small hallway to the main room, in fact the door
opened up right next to the altar. Nate froze as he realized that they were
inside the church, the huge room was completely dark except for where the
sunlight came in from the colored windows. "We're going to do it right
here!" Cody whispered. He knew that all the teachers and the Father were
going to be in a meeting during lunch, which meant he had the boy and the
building all to himself.

"But God lives here!" Nate whispered as he backed away from Cody, glancing
back and fourth at all the statues of the saints. "He'll get mad!"

Cody had pulled one of the velvet chairs to the center of the altar and
looked back at Nate, he saw true fear in the boy's eyes. "He won't get
mad!" Cody hissed back at the small boy. "He'll be proud of you."

Nate stopped and looked at the older boy somewhat confused and then back up
at the statues that seemed to be staring at him. "Why would he be proud?"

Cody sat down in the chair and faced Nate. "Because you're taking a
spanking like a man. Didn't you know that God loves little boys? And he
really loves the ones who take their spankings without crying about it."
Cody knew this line of bullshit so well; it was the same one the school
priest has used on him for the past five years. "In fact; did you know that
God really loves the little boys who ask for spankings even if they hadn't
done anything bad?" The older boy lied.

Nate tilted his head. "But why?" Still intimidated by his surroundings the
small boy kept looking back and fourth at the life like holy statues half
expecting them to pounce on him.

"Because it means that you want to be good and you need a spanking to
remind yourself." Cody reached out for Nate and pulled the small boy to
him. "You know, if you go to Father Cassie and confess that you've been bad
or that you feel bad about something. All you have to do is ask him for a
spanking and he'll give you a little spanking on your bare butt to help you
be good." Cody reached around Nate's waist and unfastened the small boy's
slacks while he continued to whisper into Nate's ear. "They won't even
hurt, unless you ask him to make them hurt." Cody slowly began to pull
Nate's zipper down. "He spanks me all the time."

Nate spun his head around to look at the older boy in disbelief. "He does?"

Cody hooked his fingers into the smaller boy's pants and underwear and
pushed them both down to the boy's feet. "Yeah. But it's a secret and if
you ask him to do it, you can't tell nobody." As Cody sat back up he ran
his hands up, the now naked thighs of the small boy. He turned Nate
sideways and pushed the kid over his lap. Once over his lap Cody raised the
white shirt tale up over Nate's hips exposing those two wonderful globes.

Nate was facing towards the altar and the huge statue of the Virgin Mary
that was behind it. It was an eerie feeling, being in a holy place and
having his fanny exposed not only to an older boy for whom he knew was only
being nasty with him, but doing it in front of all the Saints and God. For
the little six-year old, this was the ultimate nasty thing to do. He could
feel Cody's fingers tracing his bottom, almost tickling him but most
certainly sending shivers up and down his spine. The combination of this
huge room and the cool air on his exposed backside and being in the
presence's of God was electrifying to Nate.

Cody's little eleven-year old pricklet was pressing hard against his school
slack as the weight of the half-naked boy lay across his lap. The boy
rubbed his hand back and fourth across the firm little butt cheeks that
seemed to beg for attention. He raised his hand a little and lightly
smacked the first spank.

"Smack!" The sound echoed in the empty church.

"Smack!" Again the sound echoed in the church of a small boy being spanked.

Nate jerked a little from his small spanking, the spanks didn't hurt at
all, but with the amplified sounds coming from the church the spanks
sounded worst then what they really were.

"Smack!" Cody loved the way the little boy's bottom looked laying there,
waiting to be punished by him. Even though the spanks weren't hard just the
feeling of power over this small boy was making Cody dizzy with
desire. "Smack!"

With just a few more spanks, each one harder than the last, it didn't take
long until they began to hurt little Nate. Finally with the last spank,
Cody let his fingers trace the little red baby cheeks that he had
spanked. Nate was praying that his spanking was over, he was about ready to
start crying.

Cody knew that lunch recess was almost over and he wanted this little boy's
ass. "Okay. Are you ready to play 'Doggie'?"

"Okay." Nate's little voice squeaked.

"Okay then. Get down on your hands and knees and face the altar."

Little Nate got up and did as he was told; he got down on his hands and
knees and faced the altar. Once again that eerie feeling washed over him as
he looked up at the huge cross on the wall. He heard a zipper sound; he
turned his head and saw Cody pushing his pants down to his feet. Cody also
got down on his knees behind Nate and grabbed the small hips of his victim.

Cody lined his stiff as a nail pecker to the crack of the red baby cheeks
in front of him. He put a little spit onto his little dick and pressed his
dick into Nate's virgin hole with a bit of effort Cody was soon
inside. Nate began to pull away because it was hurting him a bit but Cody
held him tight and leaned down to Nate's ear and whispered. "You're the
little puppy dog and I'm the big dog." Cody began to move his hips back and
fourth. "And you have to let me do this whenever I want to!" Cody began to
jab his small member into the small boy with more force. "Right!?" He
demanded.

Nate just nodded his head. Within a few minutes of this game Nate began to
feel a rhythm from Cody and he began to match it. Soon there was no pain
and Nate found himself getting into the roll of a puppy.

"Roof!"

"Roof!"

Nate barked in his high pitched voice. Cody smiled to himself for now he
knew he had a kid he could fuck whenever he felt like it. The older boy
began to bark and growl like a bigger dog. Nate laid his head down on the
floor and whimpered like a crying puppy, he really liked this game.

All of a sudden Cody began to jab his dick harder into Nate, then he
stopped and began to shiver and shake to his dry orgasm. He kept pushing
down on Nate's shoulder blades keeping Nate's head down and his butt
straight up. Cody pulled himself out of the small boy, then he lowered his
face to the little butt cheeks and began to lick them. Oh how this boy just
loved to lick those small cheeks.



All of our mouths were hanging wide open as Nate told us about his first
time with another boy. It was Davie who broke the silence in the tent. "You
did it in a church?" He whispered.

None of us could believe it! "In front of God?" I whispered in
astonishment.

Nate was sitting next to me, we had finished our little butt hump a while
back, he had his head hanging low. He seemed so ashamed about this. Well he
looked ashamed until Davie howled. "That is so cool!"

I was laughing too about how brave my friend was. "Man I could never had
done it there! It must have been great!"

Nate began to smile, seeing that we approved and didn't think of him as a
freak for doing 'The Nasty' in a church.

Nick crawled over to Nate and asked. "Did Father Cassie ever do you?" Davie
and I had forgotten about that so we stopped laughing and moved in closer
to hear his answer.

"Nah!" Nate lied. "I was too afraid to ask him for a spanking, so I just
stayed away from him." Nate looked around the tent at us, the truth was
that Father Cassie was Nate's first adult. "But me and Cody did 'it' almost
everyday. Sometimes we would do it in the janitor's closet or his dad's
office, but then we moved here."

I laid down in my sleeping bag, still naked; I yawned and stretched my
arms. "Man I couldn't even imagine doing 'it' at school, let alone in a
church." I laid my head down and closed my eyes. "I'm going to sleep
guys. I can't stay awake any longer."

Davie and Nick followed suit and did the same thing. I opened my eyes and I
could still see Nate, though the moon light that shown through the tent
opening, sitting on his sleeping bag looking down at his lap. I raised
myself up and whispered. "What's wrong?"

Nate turned his head towards me. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

I smiled. "Sure." I laid back down and Nate crawled into my bag behind
me. He put his arm around me and pressed his small pricklet into the crack
of my bottom.

"Dickie?" He whispered into my ear.

I had my eyes closed enjoying the feeling of our two naked bodies pressed
together and the tickling of his small dick in my butt cheeks. "What?" I
whispered back.

There was a slight pause. "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

I thought the question was silly. "No!" I looked over my shoulder at my
friend but all I could see was his blonde hair. "Why?"

His voice sounded like he was ready to cry. "Because I did 'it' in a
church." He rubbed his head back and fourth against my back. "Do you think
he'll send me to Hell?"

"No way!" I whispered quickly. "Hell is for really bad people that God
hates not little boys!" I rolled over to look at my friend's face as best I
could in the dark. "He'll probably just punish you."

Nate sniffed. "Yeah but how?"

"I don't know." I whispered. "Maybe he'll just spanked you real hard or
something." We were still only a couple of eight-year olds and a spanking
from some one in authority, in our eyes, was a pretty stiff penalty and a
spanking from the guy who invented spankings had to be the worst.

"Yeah I guess you're right." Nate sniffed one more time.

"You want to stick it back in me?"

I could almost hear Nate smile. "Okay."

I rolled back over so Nate could hug me from behind and re-insert his small
pricklet back into my young butt cheeks. It was in this position that we
fell asleep.

The End for now.

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