Note: The following is entirely a work of fiction. The author does not condone such actions in real life, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. -- W. F.
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Casey woke to midmorning sunlight streaming in the bedroom window. He felt wonderfully fresh, rested, ready for a new day with all the vigor and exuberance of his eleven years. The slender blond boy sat up and stretched. Then with some misgiving he realized that he was alone in his uncle's king-size double bed.
"Uncle Chuck?" Casey called out tentatively. Then he vaguely recalled a hand stroking the back of his head and his uncle's voice saying, "Go ahead, sport, sleep awhile longer. I'll come up and get you when breakfast is ready."
Casey threw back the covers, swung his bare legs over the edge of the bed, and hopped onto the floor. Standing, he stretched again, then pulled down and smoothed the hem of his orange T-shirt, which only came down enough to cover the top half of his white Hanes briefs.
This was what he wore to bed--every night except the first--since he had been staying with Uncle Chuck. That first night he had asked to sleep bare bottom. Earlier he could never have imagined himself making--or his Uncle granting--this and another particular request. But then he would never have imagined that whipping with the razor strop that he had gotten from his uncle that first afternoon of his visit. Casey realized of course, as he really had all along, that he had provoked and earned that strapping--and Uncle Chuck had only laid it on because he really cared about Casey and wasn't going to let him run wild the way his father had. But still, that strapping had STUNG--worse than anything else Casey could remember--worse than any five spankings or getting ten penicillin shots at once! He was not going to challenge Uncle Chuck's authority again, not on his young life! And even after having gel rubbed into his bottom beforehand and lotion twice afterward, Casey was afraid that the soreness and redness were never going to go away. That was why he had asked--and been allowed--to sleep bare bottom the first night at Uncle Chuck's.
The second request was that he be allowed to sleep in the bed with Uncle Chuck. Casey was actually uneasy about sleeping by himself in strange places. So even though Uncle Chuck had fixed up one of the guest bedrooms for him, Casey preferred not to sleep alone in the big old farmhouse at night. This idea was even more logical for the plain reason that Casey loved and trusted his uncle with the pure, unclouded feelings of a boyuncomplicated by the onset of puberty. Likewise, his uncle agreed to Casey's request, letting the boy sleep bare bottom the first night and in underpants thereafter, because he both appreciated the boy's tender loveliness and had no _s_e_x_ual designs upon him.
After the painful but remediating ordeal of the strapping that first afternoon, nothing had marred the bonding between Casey and his youthful uncle. With no more of his initial whining or complaining, he had helped Uncle Chuck finish the needed chores and projects. The first two days had been work, but they had hardly seemed like work. Sand-blasting the boat's hull with power tools, then painting and sealing it had actually been kind of fun, as had been painting the boathouse and tuning the motor. Casey liked working with tools. Uncle Chuck had so much neat stuff to teach and show him. Then the third day they had done the really favorite stuff Casey remembered from past visits: fishing, swimming, racing the jeep over the country roads... Now, then, what were they going to do today?
Casey started to head downstairs without getting dressed, but then he changed his mind. By now he felt no sense of shyness around his uncle--indeed he had eaten breakfast in his underpants the last few days and would no doubt do so many more times before his stay ended. Today, however, it was already nearly nine o'clock. Hence, Casey decided to get dressed now, so that he would not have to head back upstairs again to do this after breakfast.
This turned out to be fortuitous because, just as Casey and Uncle Chuck were finishing a glorious breakfast of coffee, orange juice, buttermilk pancakes and bacon, company arrived. As much as he loved and enjoyed Uncle Chuck, one fact that he and Casey both understood was that an eleven-year-old boy can only be happy just so long without other kids to play with. It was therefore a surprise, but not a TOTAL surprise that today kids showed up at the back door looking for Casey. Although a mile away, the Putnams were Chuck's immediate neighbors and on the best of terms with him. Their son Ronnie and Casey had met and become friends long ago.
Since Uncle Chuck had business in town today, Casey was elated to hear that he was invited to spend the day and night with Ronnie and his friends on a campout. Quickly he helped Casey pack his backpack and sleeping bag for an overnighter with the kids in the woods near Ronnie's place.
Ronnie Putnam was 12 and about four and a half feet tall, like Casey, but unlike him, Ronnie had brown hair and brown eyes. He neither spoke much nor laughed often, but his expression was calm, intelligent, and fun-loving. He knew the area well and everyone in it. Chuck felt that he would be a good role model as well as a good companion for Casey. He was right, too, for the most part, but there were some things about Ronnie that Chuck did not know and Casey was soon to learn.
Chuck drove the boys to Ronnie's on his way to town, promising to pick up Casey before noon tomorrow. After saying hello to Ronnie's mother, Ronnie and Casey headed for the campsite, carrying their gear to the small clearing in the woods about a mile from Ronnie's home. Casey was delighted to see a large tent already set up.
He was not entirely delighted to see all the other boys at the campsite. Reggie Wyler and his little brother Tommy he had met last summer and liked them just fine. Two boys, both blond and apparently Casey's age but somewhat smaller (their names were David and Jamie) Casey had never met before, but they looked all right and seemed friendly enough. The last boy, Hugo Miller, casey both knew and strongly disliked.
Casey could not understand why Ronnie would even want to be friends with Hugo Miller. Hugo was everything that Ronnie was not: fat, clumsy, sullen and ugly. He was also mean as a junkyard dog, but hid the meanness under his quietness and vague smile--an expression which usually meant anything except either affection or pleasure.
"OK, guys, listen up," Reggie announced to the group after everyone had learned everyone else's name and face and at least said hello. "This is not just a get-together. This is a meeting. We are called The Group and we are a secret club. Since we have to make sure that everyone who joins is strong enough to keep a secret, everyone who joins has to me initiated. Is that clear to all of you?"
Everyone agreed that it was.
"Good," Reggie continued. "We have three who want to join as members, right?"
Jamie and David nodded at once.
"We're talkin' to you too, Casey," Ronnie advised him.
"Oh, sure," Casey answered."
"You all agree, then, to be initiated, and solemnly swear to keep everything that happens a secret among us? Swear!"
"I swear!" said Casey.
"I swear!" said Jamie.
"God _d_a_m_n_!" little Tommy said with a giggle.
"Hey, what was that for?" demanded Reggie.
"Well, you said to swear, so I did!" Tommy explained with a big grin.
"Very funny, junior member," Hugo said scathingly. "Being silly during a ceremony--that's just earned you a 'pants penalty.'"
"Aw, Hugo..." Tommy protested weakly.
"Junior member," Hugo threatened him, "the pants penalty goes into effect NOW, or there'll be worse."
"OK, OK," Tommy acquiesced, and with that he unfastened, pulled down and stepped out of his corduroy shorts, then stood there as though it were perfectly natural for him to be standing there in his Fruit of the Loom white briefs, red-and-white striped polo shirt, and footwear.
"What about you, David?" Reggie asked.
"Well, Reggie," David answered, "I'm a Mormon, and we believe it's a wrong to swear Elder Johnson told me it's a sin."
"OK, then, do you agree.?"
"All right."
"OK," Reggie continued. For the next part of the initiation, you three--Jamie, Casey and David go in the tent and take off your pants and underpants, then come back out
For a moment all three just looked at one another in embarrassed silence. Then Jamie said, "You want us to do WHAT?"
"Go in the tend, take off your pants and underpants, then come back out here."
"Come on," Ronnie chided. "We don't have all day."
"What's the matter--are you chicken?" Hugo added.
"Shrugging their shoulders in resignation, Jamie and Casey went into the tent to do as directed, but again little David balked.
"I'm not supposed to do that," he protested. "Elder Johnson says it's a sin to go naked."
"You won't be naked, stupid," Hugo retorted. "You'll still have your shirt, socks and shoes on."
"Oh," David answered and went into the tent.
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"C'mon, guys, you've had time enough to strip. Now get out here!" Reggie ordered.
Jamie came out first, tugging on his shirttail to try to pull it down far enough to cover his privates and his bottom.
"Hey! Cut that _s_h_i_t_ out!" yelled Hugo. "Don't stretch your shirt, unless you want to have to take that off too."
Jamie released the hem of his shirt, but blushed furiously when it snapped back into place, leaving his hairless _d_i_c_k_ and balls showing as well as his bottom.
David came out next--with one hand discreetly covering his privates, the other over the middle of his bottom.
"What the hell do you think you're doing--going to a _f_u_c_k_ing tea party?" Hugo demanded.
"I'm trying to help you," David answered. "Elder Johnson says it's sinful for strangers to look on these parts of me."
"Oh, give it a rest!" Ronnie advised him.
After Jamie's and David's displays of modesty, Reggie, Ronnie and Hugo were hardly prepared for what happened next. Bare-bottomed like his companions, but grinning and dancing instead of downcast and blushing, Casey, Casey sprang out of the tent like a showman making a grand entrance, and sang out boldly:
"Ronnie-roanie-reenie--watch me way my weenie!"
These words he accompanied with a rhythmic hip-swivelling that made both his saucy little bubble-butt and his growing but still hairless _d_i_c_k_ and balls sway back and forth from side to side.
After the general laughter had died down, Ronnie replied with a cryptic smile, "Very funny, Casey! I don't care to watch it, but in a few minutes I'll sure give you reason to wag it to a different tune!"
"OK," Hugo declared, "let's get on with the initiation."
"All right," Reggie announced to the three candidates, "each of you choose what you're going to get it with-- the paddle or the switch."
After a moment's hesitation, Both Jamie and David said, "We'll take the paddle." Casey said, "I'll take the switch."
"Go for it!" Tommy shouted, clutching his crotch to cover an incipient boner.
At once Hugo grabbed Jamie's wrists and pinned them behind his back while almost at the same moment Ronnie took a clean cotton rag and tied it around Jamie's head in a blindfold. Simultaneously Reggie took David by both wrists and prevented a struggle by telling him firmly but quietly:
"I'm going to tie your hands behind your back, David. Just go along with everything; it will be a lot easier on you than if you don't."
"OK," David answered in a scared little voice. "But please don't blindfold me."
"All right," Reggie answered with a shrug, "but you're not gonna like what you're gonna see. And remember: You've already promised not to tell anyone about it ever!"
"I know. I understand," David agreed.
Reggie and Hugo had been keeping in their pockets several pieces of cotton cord, which they now used to tie Jamie's and David's hands behind their backs.
When little Tommy grabbed Casey by the arm, the latter exclaimed, "Hey, let go! What are you holding on to me for?"
"I got to keep you from running away," Tommy explained.
To that, Casey just laughed, "Yeah, right! Like I'm really going to run away... like this!" He emphasized the latter phrase by pointing to the bare lower half of his body.
Not only did Tommy comply with Casey's demand to release him but in fact in another moment Tommy had forgotten all about Casey a the smaller boy stood spellbound watching the scenario unfolding with Jamie and David. As Tommy stood there transfixed after taking two steps forward, Casey could not help noticing Tommy's full, tight, round little bottom encased in the snug white cotton briefs, and he suddenly wondered whether his own bottom looked nearly so attractive to anyone!
Suddenly on impulse, Casey put his hand on Tommy's bottom, cupping the left buttock in the palm of his right hand. No reaction. Tommy was either ignoring him or enjoying the contact. Leaving no room for ambiguity, Casey drew back his right hand and smacked Tommy hard on the seat of his tight, white underpants.
"Ow! Casey, you fool!" Tommy protested. "What do you think you're doing!"
"Smacking you on your butt!" Casey answered with a giggle.
"Well, just you wait: In a minute you're gonna get it good and hard on your butt--your BARE butt!"
But here their conversation was interrupted by outraged cries as Jamie, blindfolded and bent over a thick low tree limb, received ten hard licks of the paddle on his bare behind from Reggie.
Fascinated at first, Casey soon looked away as Jamie's bottom turned a deep pink under the onslaught of the board. However much they wanted to turn away, though, they were riveted to the spot, especially when, after the paddling had stopped and Jamie's bawling had died down to a whimper, they suddenly heard Jamie's outraged protest and the ensuing dialogue:
Jamie: "You're gonna WHAT?"
Hugo: "We're gonna stick this greased peg up your hole. We'll push it in slow and easy. It won't hurt you a bit if you don't fight it. If you do-- well, something real bad might happen. So you'd better stand still and cooperate."
Now Tommy and Casey were all eyes, watching in fascination as Ronnie held Jamie bent over the limb and Hugo slowly inserted four inches of a six-inch peg into Jamie's rectum.
"Ohh!" Jamie cried out, more in frustration than in any actual pain. "Take it out! Please take it out!"
"Ah-ah!" Hugo warned him. "That's where it belongs, and that's where it's gonna stay."
"Plea-ea-ease take it out!" Jamie whined in a tantrum, stamping his feet like a little kid.
"Wait a minute, Hugo. We'd better check," Reggie said with some concern. So they bent Jamie over again and pulled out the peg.
"Nope, no blood," Reggie declared authoritatively after examining the peg. "Some grease and _s_h_i_t_, but no blood. So back up your butt it goes, Jamie"
And with that they bent him over and reinserted the peg, ignoring his protests of: "Noooo!"
Once that was done, Ronnie looked carefully at Jamie. Both the blindfold and the boy's cheeks were wet with tears, but his little _d_i_c_k_ was standing up stiff and hard against his belly.
"Now, tell the truth," Ronnie insisted. "Does that really hurt?"
"Not like it's splitting me or anything," Jamie sniffled. "But please take it out anyway."
"Why?"
"Because I have to go poo real bad!" Jamie declared, blushing deeper with added embarrassment.
"No, you don't. Not really," Ronnie told him. "Having that peg up your hole just makes you feel like you have to go. That's all. You'll get used to it."
Next it was David's turn. He was not blindfolded, and Reggie also obliged when he asked, "Please, could you spank me with the belt instead of the paddle?"
Still, his little bottom was beet red, and tears streamed down his cheeks before his spanking was over.
"Are you ready for the next step?" Reggie asked when David's crying had subsided.
"What's that?" David asked apprehensively.
Reggie nodded to Hugo, who, skipping into the tent, then came out carrying a strange object. It looked like a three-legged campstool, only a one-inch hole had been bored through the very center of the seat. Through the hole a cylindrical wooden peg had been driven so that its perfectly smooth, rounded end protruded three-and-a-half inches above the flat surface of the seat.
"This," Reggie answered.
"But what is it?" David asked.
"It's called a peg stool," Reggie answered.
"But what's it for? What do you do with it?"
"I'M not gonna do anything with it. YOU'RE going to sit on it."
"I can't sit on it," David protested, "not with that big peg sticking up in the middle of it."
"Oh, yes, you can."
"But that peg...!"
"What about it?"
"Where's it gonna go?"
"Up your butt hole,"
"But Elder Johnson says..."
"What does Elder Johnson say?" Hugo asked mockingly.
"That I'm not supposed to let anyone else stick anything up my bottom hole."
"Right! Only Elder Johnson. He gets to have all the fun. Too bad, kid, it doesn't work that way. At least not today."
After setting the peg stool on the ground Reggie nodded, and with that, Ronnie and Hugo each took David by the arm and forced-marched him to the stool. Then, as soon as Reggie had smeared a big gob of Vaseline on the end of the peg, they sat David down on it. With little resistance and no injury, all three-and-a-half inches of the peg penetrated into David's rectum.
Still, David cried, "Nooo!" And he too shed big tears, though, again, more in protest than actual pain.
"Ooh, listen to him," Hugo exclaimed in mockery, "Bawl-baby, squall-baby, got no pants at all, baby!"
David struggled, but was absolutely helpless. He squirmed miserably. The greased peg in his rectum was only slightly uncomfortable, even alloyed with an unexpectedly pleasant sensation. To his chagrin, he was having a fierce erection, the hardest he could ever remember, and right here in front of everybody with nothing to hide or cover it!
But the hard, coarse, splintery boards on the seat of the stool! How they hurt against the tender, hot, reddened flesh of his bare, spanked bottom. It was almost unendurable! And with his hands tied as they were, David was unable even to lift his bottom off the cruel boards, much less unimpale himself from the thick, round peg. He tried entreaty:
"Please let me up!"
"Why should we?" asked Hugo.
"It hurts!"
"It's not supposed to feel good."
"It's a sin, too."
"Why's it a sin?"
"'Cause Elder Johnson says I'm not supposed to let anybody else stick anything up my bottom."
"Right! Just Elder Johnson," Reggie repeated.
"Nah! Just Elder Johnson's johnson!" Hugo commented maliciously. "Well now your bottom belongs to us--like the rest of you."
Finally David got the point and was quiet.
When he spoke again, he changed his appeal: "Will you guys PLEASE let me get up off this stool?"
"Aw, does little Davy-wavy hate sitting on the peg stool?" Ronnie asked with mock solicitude.
"Naw, actually he likes it!" exclaimed Hugo, pointing at the little blond boy's erection. "See how stiff and hard his _d_i_c_k_ is! With a boner like that, you know the little fag loves it!"
That evoked slight laughter from Reggie and Ronnie, but they howled with laughter when Casey suddenly called out:
"Yeah, but seeing the bulge in the front of your pants, Hugo, we all know a BIG fag who's enjoying it even more!"
With a snarl Hugo turned to Ronnie and, pointing to Casey, directed:
"Take care of him!"
"OK, Casey," Ronnie said in a tone without anger but brooking no defiance, "time for your butt-whipping."
"What do I have to do?" Casey asked.
"See that white birch tree in front of you?"
"Yeah."
"Hug it. Go on. Put your arms around it and, whatever you do, don't let go until I say you can. Understand?"
"Yeah, I do," Casey replied, hugging the tree as instructed. Then he added, "Oh, ah, Ronnie, I changed my mind. If it's all right with you, will you give it to me with the belt instead of the switch?"
"Sure," Ronnie agreed.
WHAP! Everyone heard the first crack of the belt striking Casey's bare flesh.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Four blows by now... four distinct pink marks on Casey's buttocks--and no sound from Casey!
WHAP! WHAP!
Two more! Casey merely made faces in annoyance.
WHAP! WHAP!
Four more licks of the belt, and though tears came from Casey's eyes and rolled down his cheeks, so far not once had he cried out, not even whimpered. And despite the tears on his face, Casey turned to Ronnie with a grin on his face as he asked:
"Hey, Ronnie, is that the best you can do?"
WHAP! WHAP! came two rapid blows in response. They elicited nothing more than a wince from Casey.
"Had enough?" Ronnie asked. Casey's response nearly floored him. It came in the form of a question: "Have you?"
Now Ronnie was flustered. "OK, man," he considered, "that's it--your behind's red as a tomato. I'm not going to give you any more licks, and I'm not going to let anyone else, either. We're stopping this right here and now. I say we consider him initiated. Agreed?"
Tommy and Reggie agreed at once. After a moment Hugo did too.
While the others built a campfire to roast marshmallows and continued their teasing of Jamie and David, Casey got on his sleeping bag and lay down on his stomach. On the second occasion in as many weeks, he relaxed as a friendly hand rubbed soothing lotion into the burning skin of his red, whipped bottom. They were all by themselves in the tent, and Tommy could not help commenting:
"Casey, that was awesome! I screamed my head off when Ronnie whipped me last summer. How could you take it like that without making a sound?"
Casey's grin was positively radiant, if somewhat patronizing to the younger boy.
"Tommy, it's like this," he explained: "Once you've had a whipping from Uncle Chuck with the razor strop, a belt-whipping from Ronnie is nothing. I won't say it didn't hurt, but compared to the strapping I got before, I could hardly feel it!"
"Awesome!" Tommy exclaimed in admiration as he rubbed more lotion on Casey's bottom. "Simply awesome!"