Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 17:09:44 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Less Traveled - Chapter 4

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

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The Road Less Traveled
(True, BB, B/b, bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation)
Chapter 4- Ricky's Talents

Skippy and I had a perfect view of everything that was happening from our
perches in the trees. We could also hear just about everything that was
being said. If Ricky saw us, he paid no attention to us and went on with
the task at hand.

"You know I am going to torture you for the secret word! Are you really,
really sure you don't want to tell me now?"

Ricky's voice was threatening.

Butch shouted back at him, "Hell no, I don't care what you do to me you
little jerk, I'll never tell!"

Ricky laughed, "We'll just have to see about that."

He walked around to Butch's feet and knelt down. Butch's ankles were of
course bound tightly.  Ricky grabbed hold of the ankle bonds and proceeded
to push Butch's feet towards his butt.  Butch did the natural thing and
bent his knees.

Skippy and I watched with interest, wondering where this was going.

Butch's knees were now bent and his feet were resting against his butt.
Ricky moved closer to Butch. He knelt so that his knees were on the ground
and pressing against Butch's feet. In this position, Butch's feet were now
locked tightly against his butt.

"What's the secret word?" Ricky demanded.

"Go to HELL!

Ricky then placed a hand on each of Butch's knees, He forced Butch's knees
apart and started pressing them towards the ground.  This, of course,
opened Butch's groin up completely.  In just a moment, Butch's knees were
spread wide on either side of his body, with his feet still held against
his butt.

Ricky got up on his own knees and leaned forward. His hands forced Butch's
knees towards the ground. With his feet locked in place, all of the
pressure was on the leg joints in his groin.

Ricky kept up the pressure and Butch started to moan.

"DAMN! That hurts!"

"What's the secret word?"

"Go to HELL!"

Ricky bounced up and down a few times on Butch's widespread knees.

"AHHHHHGGG!"

"What's the secret word?"

Butch just moaned.

We could see that Butch was in a lot of pain from the pressure on his
joints.  He was sweating a lot and was tossing his head violently back and
forth.  Ricky kept at it for about 10 minutes more.  He'd let Butch catch
his breath a little and then he'd start the pressure again.  Though Butch
was clearly in a lot of pain, he did not give in.

Finally Ricky decided to try another torture. He backed away from Butch and
let him stretch his legs back on the ground.  When Ricky had started, Butch
had a major hard-on.  That was pretty much gone now.  Unlike some other
types of pain, the joint pressure thing did not seem to excite his cock.

Ricky looked around, then jumped up and ran to the edge of the woods. We
watched as he gathered some branches and twigs and then ran back to Butch.

Even though Butch was now soft his cock was still pretty long.  He had one
of those cocks that didn't seem to shrink much when it got soft, it just
flopped down.

Skippy and I strained to see what Ricky was doing.  He was wrapping some
vine like branches, or something around Butch's cock. Butch flinched a
couple of times, but said nothing.

When he was done, Ricky leaned back to admire his handy work.  I got a good
look at Butch's cock and figured out what was going on. There were these
sticker bush things that grew on the edge of the cornfield. At this point
in the summer, they had not gotten real big yet, and the green branches
were easy to bend and wrap around things. You had to be careful though,
because they were covered with these nasty little thorns. And so there was
Butch, with his soft cock wrapped in a bunch of those sticker things. They
were not on too tight, but tight enough for Butch to be flinching every now
and then.

"So, what's the secret word?"

Again Butch made with the, "GO TO HELL YOU SQUIRT!"  I must admit he was
one cocky guy.

Ricky laughed, "Okay, you asked for it!"

He leaned down and started to blow air on Butch's thorn wrapped cock while
he gently fondled Butch's balls.  Of course it had the desired effect.
Butch's cock started to get hard.  As it did, he started to flinch sharply.

Ricky kept blowing and fondling.  In no time at all, Butch's cock was on
it's way to a full fledged erection. And as we know, once that starts, it
is virtually impossible to stop.

Butch started thrashing about as his big cock hardened.  Ricky had
apparently made his nasty little thorn torture device exactly the right
size. Though it did not appear that the thorns were actually piercing the
skin, they were certainly having the desired affect.

Butch was now screaming his head off.

"OH GOD, DAMN IT!!!  ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!  Take it off!  Take it off!"

Ricky just laughed. "No problem Mr. Tough Guy, just tell me the secret
word!"

"DAMN! OWWWWWWGGGGGG!"

Ricky tapped Butch's thorn encased cock with a stick.

"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT! DAMNIT!  Go to hell!" shouted Butch.

He was sweating a lot now and was jerking his head from side to side as he
moaned from the pain being inflicted all over his swollen cock. Amazingly,
his cock did not get any softer.  If anything if seemed to get harder. Even
though we were up in the trees we could still tell when his cock was hard.
And believe me it was hard.

Now you may be wondering why Butch wasn't shouting "FUCK!" There's a simple
reason for that. In our little world, "FUCK" was still an unknown and/or
little used word. That would change within a few years.  But when I was 9
years old, I can't recall any of the bigger kids using that word.  Back
then the "biggies" were DAMN, GOD DAMN, BASTARD, SON-OF-A-BITCH, SHIT, and
SHIT HEAD.

Needless to say though, if the "F" word had been in common use, Butch would
have been using it a lot, as Ricky worked on him.

Since Butch had still not given in, Ricky moved on to more tortures. He
left the thorns wrapped around Butch's poor cock, and picked up a green
branch. It looked like it was from a young birch tree.  He carefully
stripped off all the leaves and then whipped it in the air above Butch's
naked body.  Even we could hear the whipping sound.

"Tell me the secret word, or else," Ricky snarled.  "NO WAY, SHIT HEAD!"
Butch snarled back.

"Suit yourself!" laughed Ricky as he laid a nasty lash across Butch's
glistening flat stomach.

"SNASH!"

"GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" moaned Butch as he jerked from side to side.

"What's the secret word?" Ricky demanded.

Butch gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"SNASH!"

The next blow landed across Butch's thighs.

"SHITTTTTT!"  Butch kept his teeth clenched.

Ricky was looking a little frustrated and his voice confirmed that as he
shouted at Butch.

"Okay shit head, you're going to get more lashes now, unless you talk. So
what's it going to be, more lashes or are you going to tell me the secret
word?"

"NO WAY SHITHEAD!" Butch declared.

Ricky wasted no time.

"SNASH!" to Butch's chest.

"SNASH!" across his stomach.

"SNASH!" on his midsection, just above his thorn encased cock.

It seemed to go on forever.  Lash after lash with the birch branch, and
though Butch was thrashing wildly and obviously crying, he did not give in.
Finally, Ricky stopped the lashing.  He was sweating just as much as
Butch. He stood there and looked down at Butch's glistening body, now
covered with a bunch of red marks.  Butch was sobbing.

I remember thinking that maybe we should stop Ricky, but I was too
mesmerized by the nasty little scene happening below me. Oh yes, and Skippy
seemed incredibly excited watching his older brother being put through
this.

The next thing we knew, Ricky had dropped the whip and was once again down
on his knees beside Butch. He reached between Butch's legs and grabbed hold
of his balls with one hand.  He used his other hand to start twisting one
of Butch's nipples.

"What's the secret word?" he demanded again.

Butch, shook his head and moaned, "I'll never tell you, you little
bastard!"

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!

Butch let out this incredible scream. As best we could tell, Ricky was
squeezing his balls and twisting his nipple, with great force.

"What's the secret word?"  "ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!" wailed Butch, as Ricky gave
his balls another nasty squeeze.

"SCREW YOU!" Hmmm, that was new, I thought.

Ricky squeezed again, this time longer and harder.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!... ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!"

"Hahaha, like that one did you?  Well, that's not my best trick with balls.
You're gonna feel that in a minute unless you tell me the secret word."

"Go to HELL!" snapped Butch. "You're not going to get me to tell you, no
matter what you do, so you'd better start thinking about the things I'm
going to do to you when you fail."

Ricky did not seem at all concerned.

We saw his hand move between Butch's legs. Butch immediately started
squirming and thrashing.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH... GODDDDDDDDD..." then,
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"  followed by some rather violent
thrashing.

I remembered this moment and asked Ricky about it later. He calmly
explained that at that moment, he had Butch's nuts firmly in his grasp.  He
was squeezing them both, and then suddenly he would allow one nut to sort
of POP through his fingers. He did that several times in rapid succession
and had Butch screaming bloody murder.

Those days were really providing me with an incredible learning experience.
At the time, I did not know the meaning of the word masochist. But applying
what I know now, Butch clearly was one. He could endure a great deal of
pain and even seemed to thrive on it. He particularly seemed to enjoy it,
when he was naked.  And he really seemed to love being forced to do all
sorts of painful and humiliating things.  Especially if it was a younger
guy who was doing it to him.  This continued while he was in high school
and college, although only a few of us knew. I did of course, because I was
the younger guy who he continued to come to. But that's another story.

The fact that I had a painful boner while watching the torture scene below
clearly indicates that I had a strong sadistic side. Oh yes, and as far as
Ricky was concerned, I was learning something else that was just a little
confusing at the time.  Ricky seemed to like it both ways.

Anyway, back to the story.

Ricky kept up with the ball and tit torture for sometime. Butch kept right
on screaming and moaning and refusing to tell Ricky the secret word. We
were approaching the end of the two hours, and although Butch was in a
great deal of pain he showed no signs of giving in.  I suspect that even
though he was a masochist, he was starting to look forward to the things he
could do to Ricky.

I checked my Timex wristwatch and shouted down to Ricky, "You have 15
minutes left!"

Ricky nodded and let go of Butch's balls and nipple.  He stood up and
looked down at Butch.  As I said before, he was quite a sight by now.  He
was, of course, still lying on his back with his arms tied behind and
underneath him.  His feet were also bound and he was blindfolded. His naked
body glistened with sweat and was covered with red marks from the
lashing. And of course, there was the matter of his cock, encased in a
wrapping of thorny vines. It was still hard. Oh yes, and one more thing.
Butch had one of those really cool tan lines.  His upper body and legs
(below mid thigh) had a nice tan. But his groin and upper thighs were pure
white.

Ricky looked frustrated. He paced back and forth while kicking some more
dirt onto Butch's chest and stomach.  Though we had allowed Ricky to keep
his shorts on for this part, I could tell that he was excited.  His big
boner was tenting his shorts.

Then, Ricky came to sudden stop. He ran over to Butch's feet, bent down and
grabbed hold of his ankles.  Remember, though Ricky was a "little imp" he
was actually quite strong.  He was after all a gymnast.

In one quick move, he pulled Butch's bound ankles up and over his head, and
then simply stood up. Before we, or Butch understood what was happening,
Ricky was standing with Butch's ankle bonds resting on the back of his
neck. Butch was now partially suspended upside down, with his shoulders
resting on the ground and his butt pressing against Ricky's abdomen.

In this position, Ricky could reach around in front of him and play with
Butch's balls quite easily. Skippy and I looked at each other in
anticipation.  Then Ricky made another incredibly athletic move. I don't
think Butch had even adjusted to his first upside down position.

Before Butch knew what was happening, Ricky grabbed hold of his lower legs,
ducked his head out from between Butch's ankles, twisted Butch around and
then placed his head between Butch's lower legs again.

Now Butch was in a very uncomfortable position. He was still upside down,
of course, but his chest was resting on the ground, with his head bent
backwards.  His knees pressed against Ricky's stomach and his hard
thorn-wrapped cock dangled beneath him.

Skippy and I were mesmerized.

Ricky looked down at the back of Butch's head and demanded, "What's the
secret word?"

Butch snapped back, "Go to hell!"

Ricky laughed and then slowly started bending his knees.

I figured out what he was doing about the same time Butch did. As Ricky's
knees bent, Butch's groin moved closer to the ground. Butch arched his back
to keep his thorn-wrapped cock above the ground.  But he was in a very
awkward position and knew it would be impossible to keep this up for long.
And, if Ricky knelt all the way down, it would be only a matter of moments
before Butch's thorn encased cock was resting on the ground.

Butch thrashed wildly. But with his hands tied firmly behind his back, and
with his bound ankles around Ricky's neck, he had no leverage. Every muscle
in his body was straining as Ricky slowly lowered Butch's body to the
ground.

"What's the secret word?"

"OH GOD... please NO!" pleaded Butch.

"What's the secret word?" teased Ricky.

Though Ricky was pretty strong I could see he was struggling to maintain a
slow pace towards the ground and to keep Butch from turning his groin to
either side.

Finally, Butch's cock touched the ground.  "ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" he
screamed as the thorns pressed into the underside of his engorged cock. He
jerked his butt in the air, but the angle was tough and he could only
maintain that back arch for a few moments.  Then Ricky added to Butch's
problem.

"SMAAAACKKKKK!"

Ricky gave Butch's butt a nasty smack with his hand.  The effect was
immediate.  Butch broke his back arch and allowed his groin to drop to the
ground.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGHH!" he screamed as the thorns tortured
his cock.

"Tell me the secret word or else you will feel the full pain on your cock!"

I almost fell out of the tree.  I was so excited.  I had my hand inside my
shorts and was stroking my own boner. I glanced over and could see that
Skippy was just as excited as I was.

Butch was trying hard to avoid the inevitable. He tried to twist his body,
but couldn't.

Ricky laughed.

"Last chance tough guy.  Tell me the secret word NOW, or feel the real
pain!"

Ricky slapped Butch on the butt again and again.

Butch's twisting diminished and then he cried out, "SCREW YOU, YOU LITTLE
SHIT HEAD!"

Ricky glared down at Butch and did his final athletic feat. He pulled his
head out from between Butch's legs and simply let Butch's lower body drop
to the ground.

Butch's groin hit the ground and the thorns slammed into his hard cock.

I can't even begin to describe the sound that came from Butch's mouth. It
was one of the worst screams I had ever heard. And it didn't stop for some
time.  And the reason was simple, after Ricky had dropped Butch's legs, he
jumped up and landed with full force on poor Butch's butt. He was keeping
Butch's groin pinned to the ground by sitting on his butt.

"Tell me the secret word... tell me the secret word..."

Well, the time was up. Skippy and I scrambled out of our trees and rushed
into the field.

When we reached the torture scene, Ricky was still sitting on Butch's butt.
Butch was screaming and crying as Ricky continued to ask for the secret
word.

I pulled Ricky off of Butch and told him the time was up and ordered him to
go back to the fort and wait. I'm not sure why I did it, but I sent Skippy
along to "guard" Ricky.  I just sensed that it would be the right thing to
do.  For some reason, I did not want to let Skippy see his older brother
for the next few minutes.

As soon as Ricky and Skippy were gone, I untied Butch and removed his
blindfold.  I rolled him over on his back and carefully began removing the
thorny case that was on his cock. He was crying, but laid very still as I
worked to free his hard cock from it's painful cage.  I recall being
excited as I watched his tight stomach moving up and down. It took some
doing, but at last I had all of the thorny vines off.

By this time, he had one arm over his eyes. He seemed content to just lay
there for awhile. I took the time to look him over. He was, of course,
covered with sweat and red marks from his lashing.  His hard cock was also
covered with a whole bunch of nasty red prick marks.  He was breathing very
heavily. I watched as his cock moved up and down.

I don't know why, but I slid sideways a little and lifted his head into my
lap.  I cradled his head and ran my hands gently through his hair.

"You did great Butch!  Really great!"

He looked up at me through teary eyes and muttered softly, "I didn't tell
him the secret word."

I smiled and patted him on his head and shoulder and said, "Yes, I know,
and I am very proud of you."

That seemed to please him a lot.

We remained in that position for about 15 minutes.  Then I looked down at
him.

"Butch, it's okay if you don't want to do any more."  I was feeling sorry
for him I guess, and maybe a little guilty.

He thought for just a moment then gave me a wicked smile.

"Are you kidding? Bring it on! I'm ready for more!"

I was almost overcome by the sudden transformation. The tears and
whimpering were all gone.

"Can I get up now?" he inquired.

I nodded and let him get to his feet on his own. He seemed a little weak at
first, but that too vanished quickly. The next thing you know, he was
standing in front of me, naked, and determined.

"Okay, so, now what?" he asked.

"Well, we'll continue with your initiation."  I stammered.

He smiled and said simply, "OK."

It only took me a moment to regain my composure.

"Okay, we had better get moving.  Since Ricky failed to get you to reveal
the secret word, you get to torture him for two hours."

Butch smiled and looked at me for a few moments and then said, "I know this
may sound dumb, but I'm not sure I can do that.  I mean for two hours.  I
guess I could just do the same things to him. "

He really seemed confused.

"So Butch, don't you want to get back at him?  You know for torturing you?"

Butch smiled. "Yeah, sort of, I just don't think I'm very good at thinking
of nasty stuff and if I just do the same stuff to him, it'll seem sort of
dumb and wimpy."

I thought for a moment and then asked, "Well, what if we came up with some
new tortures for him?  Could you make him do them?  After all, it was part
of the deal."

Butch thought about it and then laughed, "Yeah, I could do that. I'd kind
of like to see him squirm and sweat."

Now it was my turn to laugh.  "Okay Butch, you just play along with
me. Just follow what I say."  Once again a plan was formulating in my quick
and dirty mind. I couldn't quite explain it yet, but knew I'd be ready.

I told him to follow me back to the fort.

When we got back inside the fort, Ricky was sitting on the ground, with his
head bowed. Skippy was standing behind him.  I told Butch to sit down on
the ground as well.  Then I knelt down and looked at Ricky.

"Okay, Ricky, looks like you failed to complete your mission.  That means
it's punishment time."

Ricky nodded his head an quivered.

I glanced over at Butch and gave him a wink.  Then looked back at Ricky.

"However, Ricky, we may just give you another chance." Ricky looked at me
with excitement.

"Butch still has the secret word, if we gave you some more time with him,
do you think you could get it out of him?"

Ricky perked up in a hurry and looked over at Butch who was, of course
still naked. I could see the wheels turning in Ricky's impish brain.
What's more, the front of his shorts started to tent out all over again.

Ricky had a devilish look on his face and said, "Yeah, I'll get it out of
him!"

Butch shivered but remained quiet.

"Okay, Ricky, if we give you another chance, you can't just keep doing the
same things.  You have to come up with new tortures." That did not seem to
be a problem for Ricky. His mind was clearly on a roll. He smiled and
nodded.  Then I continued.

"But this time, we want to know what the tortures are going to be in
advance.  If we like them, we may just let the tortures be done. Now go
over to the backpack and take out the notebook and pencil.  Then make a
list with all the tortures you can come up with, then give me the list."

Ricky ran over to the backpack and pulled out the notebook.  Within a
minute he was writing furiously.  From where I was, I could see a nice list
taking shape.  It took him about 15 minutes, then he set the pencil down,
looked at the list and smiled.

"Okay, I'm done. Now what?" he asked.

I told him to give me the list and then sit down and wait while Skippy and
I went outside to review it.  As we walked out of the fort, I looked at
Ricky and Butch.  Both had nice boners.  Even without looking at the list,
I was really looking forward to the next couple of hours.

We walked far enough into the cornfield to be out of earshot, then we
looked at the list.  Skippy's eye's went wide.

"Holy shit!" was all he could say.

I was even more excited by what I read. Ricky had done a decent job. He had
an interesting assortment of painful and humiliating "tortures." Now if I
had developed into an absolute sadist, I would keep you guessing about what
was on that list. But I won't. I know that I have forgotten a couple of
things, however, what follows is pretty dang accurate.

Torture List For Butch (Hahaha, he even gave it a title and an opening
note)

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

1) Force his mouth open and spit inside his mouth

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

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

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

5) Pluck the hairs from above his cock.

6) Stuff green crab apples up his hole.

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

8) Whip his balls

9) Pee all over his body

And that was it.

While reading the list, I got even more excited, if that was possible.
Skippy was also excited.  He was anxious to get back into the fort and get
things going.  He turned to go, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him
towards me. I leaned over and whispered in his ear.  I could see a big
smile cross his face.

"Cool," he said, "Really cool!"

Then we ran back inside the fort.

"Okay Ricky, we like your list," I declared.

Ricky seemed very pleased as I continued.

"Skippy give Butch his shorts and shoes back. We can do most of the stuff
on the list over by the old barn. But since someone might see us walking
across that last field, Butch needs to have his clothes on."

Butch pulled his shorts and shoes on.  Skippy and I gathered up the ropes
and stuff, jammed them into the back pack and then we headed off to the old
barn.

Ricky was clearly very excited. Butch tried to talk to me while we walked,
but I placed a finger over my lips to indicate silence and winked.

The old barn was just what you might expect. It had been abandoned many
years before and was overgrown with bushes and weeds. A little further on,
there was the farmhouse.  It was abandoned as well.  Though it was all
boarded up, kids managed to get inside to play.

It didn't take us long to find the spot by the fence with the ant hills. We
knew they were there of course because we had recently gone through the
"ant farm" phase of our young lives. A few of us had made "ant farms" for
school projects.  This is where we had come for the ants.

As soon as we had confirmed that the ants were still there, I took the list
out of my pocket and turned to Ricky.

"Okay, Ricky, we are ready to continue.  Now take off your shorts and
shoes!"

Ricky looked puzzled.

"You heard me, STRIP!" I shouted.

"BBBut, don't you mean that Butch should strip?" he stammered.

I laughed, "Nope. After all, you failed and now it's time for your
punishment."

I turned and handed the list to Butch.

"Here you go Butch, these are Ricky's punishments."

Butch smiled as he took the list and started reading it.

Ricky looked like he was going to feint. "But I thought I was going to have
a second chance?"

"I said, IF you had a second chance.  I didn't say you would get one for
sure.  Anyway, you failed your mission and now you have to pay, so STRIP!"

Ricky looked at us, and knew there was no sense arguing. He quickly pulled
off his sneakers and shorts. His cock was standing almost straight up and
he was already breathing hard.

I threw Butch some rope and he wasted no time getting started.

He walked over to Ricky grabbed him by the arm and led him to the old
fence.  He forced Ricky to the ground and had him lay down on his back,
with his butt on top of the largest and busiest ant hill. He pulled Ricky's
arms over his head, tied his wrists together and secured them to a fence
post.  He did the same thing to his ankles, however, since there was an old
gate, he was able to secure Ricky's feet to two different posts.  This
meant that Ricky's legs were spread.

Butch rummaged through the backpack and found what he was looking
for. There was a bag of oreo cookies.  He pulled out a broken one, crumbled
it up and then sprinkled it over Ricky's groin and stomach.

Then he stepped back into a shady spot and sat down to watch. Skippy and I
did the same.

It didn't take long for the fun to start. We saw a few ants crawling up the
inside of Ricky's thighs. He could feel them and started jerking around.
This of course disturbed the ant hill even more. Soon there were more ants,
crawling up his legs and into his groin.

Ricky kept jerking around and started to moan.  Although these were not the
worst type of ants, it was very annoying to have them crawling on your
skin.
  Oh yes, and they did cause these tiny little stings every now and then.

We watched as Ricky's torment began. He was sweating, and started to beg to
be released. Of course we ignored him. Butch got another cookie. He split
it open and moistened the cream filling with his tongue, then he rubbed
some of the cream onto Ricky's hard cock. He even put a little dab of the
stuff into Ricky's little piss slit.

Soon the ants found their way to Ricky's boner. They seemed to like it just
as much as we did and were running up and down its full length in no
time. A few were nipping at the piece of cream in his piss slit. Then to
make matters even worse, some horse flies joined in the fun.

Now, to some guys, this may not sound too bad, until they consider the
feelings.  Ricky was bound tightly.  He could feel many tiny prickly feet
running all over his cock, balls, stomach and thighs and could not brush
them off. And of course, some of them were actually stinging him.

It did not take long for Ricky to start screaming.

After a few minutes, Butch walked over to me.

"How much longer should we do this?" he asked.  Despite what Ricky had
done, I could tell that Butch was feeling sorry for the little guy. Ricky
was muffling his screams and was straining to hear out conversation.

"Well," I noted, "His punishment needs to last for two hours and it's only
been about 15 minutes."  Ricky moaned.

"You can keep him like this the whole time, or do some of the other things
on the list. It's up to you, as long as he does his punishment."

Butch considered this and then walked over to Ricky.  He looked down at the
squirming naked little imp. Ricky looked up at him with pleading in his
eyes.

"AGGGGGH!" he jolted as one of the horse flies landed on his stomach.  They
do sting!

Butch knelt down beside Ricky's head and looked at him.

"Okay, Ricky, if I release you from the ant hill, what's in it for me? What
will you do for me?"

Ricky begged.  "Oh God, I'll do whatever you want, just get them off of
me!"

Butch laughed. "Well, if I get them off of you, you still have to do the
rest of your punishment.  Which means any of the other stuff on the list."

Ricky pleaded, "YEA, I understand.  I'll do them all, if you want, just get
me off the ant hill!"

"NGGGGGGGGGGAAAGGG!"

Butch smiled again. "Okay, and one more thing, if I get you off the ant
hill and we move onto the other stuff, you have to do me a favor."  Butch
looked at me and asked, "Is that okay?"

I nodded and said, "Sure, whatever, as long as he does his two hours of
punishment as well."

Ricky cried, "Look, I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want!"

Butch said, "Okay Ricky, here's the deal, I have a friend who has a
birthday coming up. I want to give him a special present.  So if you agree
to be his slave for a day, I'll release you from the ant hill and move onto
the other things."

It didn't take Ricky long to decide.

"OKAY, OKAY, I'll do it, I promise!"

Butch seemed pleased. He leaned down towards Ricky's face and said, "Okay,
good, and to seal the deal, we will do the first thing on your list before
I release you. Now open your mouth!"

Ricky was is no position to complain.  He opened his mouth and held it
open.  Butch made a big "hocker" sound as he gathered a bunch of spit
inside his mouth.  He opened his lips and let a huge glob of spit drop into
Ricky's mouth. He added a few more big globs, then told Ricky to close his
mouth and swallow.  Ricky did as he was told.

It took Butch just a few minutes to untie Ricky. As soon as he was free,
Ricky jumped up and proceeded to brush the ants off.  It took him a little
while but eventually he was satisfied that all of the little pests were
gone.

At this point, I decided to call a break.  It was getting to be a very hot
afternoon and I suggested that we all go for a swim.  Ricky put on his
shorts and we ran across the field to the old swimming hole. It was a deep
part in this big creek and had an old rope and tire swing.  Though we swam
in pools most of the time, we still liked the old swimming hole.  Most of
the time we swam in our shorts, but, sometimes we went skinny
dipping. Since it was such a hot day, we figured that there might be other
kids coming, so we kept our shorts on.

For the next hour we splashed around, did cannon balls and all of the
things that boys do at a swimming hole with a tire swing.  When we were
done, we found a spot in the tall grass nearby and laid out in the sun to
dry.

About the time we were all dry, it was Ricky who broke the afternoon daze.

"Hey guys, I think we better get on with stuff.  I have to be home for
supper and I have gymnastics practice tonight."

I laughed and said, "Okay, we should be able to finish your punishment
before then.  Last one back to the fort is a rotten egg," I shouted, and
took off running.

The others jumped to their feet and chased after me.

It didn't take us long to reach the fort. We were just about there when I
noticed something. I stopped suddenly, turned around and motioned for the
others to be quiet. In hushed tones, I explained what I had seen.

Though it was almost impossible to see inside the fort from outside, there
were small gaps in the bushes here and there. It was through one of them
that I had caught the glimpse of a bright red shirt. Someone was inside our
fort.

I crept closer and peaked through the branches.  Though I couldn't see who
it was, I could tell he was alone.  So, we decided to rush inside and
confront him.

"YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," we yelled as we burst into the fort.

"DAMN, you guys scared the shit out of me!" the intruder declared.

It was Jimmy, one of our friends from down the block. He was our age and
looked like your typical 9 year old boy. Thin, but not too skinny. He also
had the buzz hair cut his parents always had him get for the summer. Oh
yes, and of course he had the usual "Y" added to the end of his
name. Everyone did at that age, or at least it seemed that way. By the time
we turned 13, the Y's would be dropped and we would be Jim, Rick, Skip,
Scott and so on.

"Hey Jimmy, what are you doing here?  I thought you were on vacation?" I
asked.

"We got back late last night. I stopped by your house's but you were gone,
so I figured you might be out here.  So what's going on?"

Okay, so here we go again. Jimmy had been gone almost a full week. He was
one of our best friends. By a strange quirk of fate, a secret club had been
born while he was away. If we tried to exclude him from our "special"
activities, I knew that he was bound to get suspicious and decided we had
only one course of action open to us.

"Uh, Jimmy, listen, if we tell you something, will you promise not to tell
anyone, no matter what?"

TO BE CONTINUED

Coming Up Next- Ricky`s Punishment Continues, Jimmy Starts His Initiation,
Butch Shoots and a lot more.


STORY NOTES:
My apologies for the delay. I hope to be able to complete the bulk of this
story by the end of the summer.  Roughly paralleling that summer when the
"club" started.  Though the exact timing may be a little off, the events did
take place as described, and I am sure that most of the dialogue is true to
what was actually said. Not word for word, of course, but very close.

I am sorry if anyone has problems with the "tortures". All that I can say is
that we did them and we were all really excited. There was something very
adventuresome about them. Though we got a little brutal, we were all still
very close friends.

Once we were past the initital rounds of inititiations (though we still had
some for new members), we came up with some more excuses to do "fun" stuff.
LOL, how silly were we?  Well, we decided there should be ranks in the club.
To get to be a higher rank, you had to do more "stuff."  And, as the years
passed, and we grew, that "stuff" became more and more sexual.

As time and interest permits, I may do a few short spin-off stories. Butch's
story would be one of the logical ones to do. He was just turning 13 when
these things happened. He continued his "initiation" through that summer. A
lot of the most interesting things about Butch happened long after that and
are not part of this story.

Butch went through junior high and high school and could have been the
"poster-boy" for an "All American Jock" magazine. He played, football,
basketball, and baseball and was a star in each.  He had girl friends all
over him. But he also had something else. He had this special "need." It was
a need that I helped him fill. In fact, I even helped him come up with a way
for him "justify to himself" the things I had him do.

If there is enough interest in Butch's story, I will start working on a spin
off.

I really do appreciate hearing from readers. I'd also like to know if there
would be interest in hearing about what happened with Butch while he was in
junior and senior high.

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