CHAPT 1 – THE BOAT RIDE
Ricky should have guessed that something was up as the boat full of boys headed off to the summer camp on Spark Island. His first clue was that someone had changed the "r" to an "n" on the sign above the boarding ramp to read "WELCOME TO SPANK ISLAND". Next to it was graffiti that showed a boy bent over looking anxiously at a huge paddle hovering over his reddened rump.
The boat carried almost 200 boys running, shouting, racing, swearing, laughing, some even smoking, all wearing tight shorts or bathing suits and T-shirts or no shirts and all ready to spend three months away from the rules of home and school. But Ricky saw more signs that something was amiss as he wandered about.
A row of three boys stood ramrod straight, hands in pockets, as a fourth boy sat in a chair reading a comic and occasionally eyeing the lineup as if to make sure they hadn't moved. The boys were all staring straight ahead, lips pressed tight, grimacing as if they wanted to shout something out but weren't allowed.
Another four boys seemed to be straddling a handrail in the middle of a central cabin. Ricky was thrilled to see the skin exposed as the shorts were hiked up while the boys balanced with the beam between their legs. Ricky could see the boys' feet couldn't reach the ground and their hands were gripping their thighs as if to hold on to something. It truly looked like an uncomfortable position, but the boys' faces looked like they were experiencing more than just discomfort. Again, there was a kid sitting with a comic book making sure the foursome stayed on their obviously painful perch.
And as Ricky walked along the back hallway, two boys stood wearing jackets. He couldn't understand why they'd be wearing jackets in this heat. They stood with their hands behind their backs and they were obviously wearing speedos because there was only bare legs showing below where the jacket hem ended just below crotch level. Ricky slowed as he passed the boys who where standing perfectly straight and looking nervously between Ricky and the kid who seemed to be guarding them.
"Keep moving" the guard said.
"Sorry, dude," Ricky replied and he sauntered along looking carefully.
The jacket sleeves were flat as if the boys' arms were actually under the jacket and not in the sleeves. Ricky did not see any color of bathing suit down below, but thought he saw the end of a rope dangling just below the jacket edge.
Ricky thought, "Are they naked under the jacket? Are their hands tied behind their backs?" But the boy figured he was just projecting what HE fantasized and it surely wasn't what was really happening with these kids.
Finally Ricky had to pee and he followed the bathroom signs to a staircase that went below. Two big kids blocked his way.
"Where you going?" one guard demanded.
"I gotta pee"
"Go over the side", was the reply.
Ricky thought he could hear a steady, rhythmic sound from down below. He could barely make it out... but it sounded like ... could it be? NAAAAAWWWWWW
Ricky circled around, preparing to find a place outside along the rail to whip out his weenie and whiz into the ocean. But as he passed the galley, he noticed another set of stairs that went down below with no kids guarding it. He decided he wanted to see what was the source of that noise.
As Ricky quietly snuck down the steps, he could hear the rhythmic sound that could be no other: bare butts getting spanked! The boy carefully approached the back of the bathroom and he could hear the SLAP SLAP SLAP echoing louder and louder. What he wasn't hearing was any crying out.
Before the corridor turned to the bathroom entrance, there was a high transom window and Ricky moved a box over so he could stand on it and see inside. When Ricky's eyes reached the level of the portal and saw the spanking scene, his heart started pounding, his stomach fluttered with butterflies, and his miniature hotrod got as hard as a rock.
There were three stalls. Hanging from the top doorframe of each stall by their wedgied underwear were three boys. Each boy was naked except for the underoos by which they were suspended. Each boy was facing inward, so that their bare bottoms were floating in the middle of each door frame. And each pair of peach-fuzz cheeks, painfully parted with the wedgied thong, was getting pounded by one of three paddle-wielding kids methodically working the dangling derrieres to the point of a burning crimson red.
The suspended tikes were holding on tightly to the tops of the stalls' sidewalls, and their bare legs were kicking frantically back and forth as the paddlers each took their swing, delivered a cracking thwack. Each swat was delivered to each boy 1 2 3 so that each paddler could pause, take aim while waiting for two more beats, and then swinging a stinging smack.
"WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK" It sounded like a walloping waltz in 3-3 time.
But that was only partly what took away Ricky's voyeuristic breath away. Supervising the tri-punishment were two of the most beautiful boys Ricky had ever seen. Ricky knew he was keen on the male half of his classmates, and there were a few that warranted a peek at gym or in the bathroom. But these two boys were mesmerizing in their beauty. One blond, one brunette, both had that air that they were in charge and anything they asked would be done.
Obviously three rumps were getting reddened at their instruction. The two demi-gods were smoking cigarettes and casually commenting on how the three suspended bottoms were taking the buffeting, and occasionally giving instruction or encouragement to the three spankers. Amazingly, the recipients of the rump-roasting were enduring their drubbing without complaint. They just were holding on tight and enduring the ride.
Ricky was so caught up in the thrill of the wedgie-whacking and the beauty of the two big kids orchestrating the show that he did not see the two guards coming upon him...until two pairs of hands grabbed him, brought him down off the box, and dragged him towards the bathroom entrance.
As Ricky was roughly escorted into the bathroom, the paddling did not pause a single beat. But the two big kids turned with amused looks on their faces.
"What have we here?" the blond asked.
"Caught him peeking in through the window," one of the guards replied. "Must've snuck in through the back."
"And apparently likes what he sees," the brunette gave a wicked grin while staring pointedly at Ricky's crotch.
The boy was sorry he had worn his swimtrunks. Nothing was going to disguise the rockhard rod pressed against the cloth.
"What's your name?"
"Ricky," the voice was soft and obedient. He knew he wanted to be on their good side. He also knew he was good looking, used to getting picked on all the teams and invited to all the parties. If he just acted cool, he could get in on whatever action was obviously going on.
"Well my name is Chris," the blond said. "This is Justin. I'm sure you'll hear alot about us when you get to camp. I assume this is your first year, otherwise you wouldn't have had the balls or the stupidity to sneak past the guards. Basically, you follow the rules around here."
"Are they getting punished?" Ricky asked. The paddling was still going full swing.
"No," Justin laughed, "they're applying for jobs at camp. But I think you're going to get punished. Ten swats. And next time, do what you're told and don't sneak around off limits. You might see something you're REALLY not supposed to see."
Ricky swallowed and decided to go for it. "Can I join?"
"Join?" Chris looked amused. "Do you even know what it is we're talking about?"
"No, but I can take it."
"You don't even know for what."
"I figure it's worth it if they go through that."
Chris and Justin looked at each other with mischevious grins.
"It's worth it all right," Justin said. "It's just that kids line up for miles just to get on the waiting list. These here are the finalists for one of the less important sections. Why should you jump to the front of the line?"
"Dude," Ricky tried to spread his legs a little bit and stick out his chest. He knew he'd gotten things before just by posing a little. "I'd do whatever you say."
"Oh, that would go without saying anyway," Justin laughed. "You should take your ten swats or you could get a lot worse."
"Please?" Ricky tried to turn on all his charm.
"Okay, I'll make you a little bet," Chris said. "You drop those useless little speedos right now and grab your ankles. Justin gets one swing. If you pass, you're in. If you fail, your ass is grass for the rest of the boatride. You sure you want to go through with this?"
"You bet!"
"No, you just did," Justin smiled. "That's enough," he called to the paddlers.
The triple-hitting stopped and the three owners of the tanned hides gave audible sighs of great relief as they draped limply in their wedgies. They were let down and they gingerly pulled their underwear out of their cracks to cover their glowing globes. As they painfully got dressed, Justin picked up a wooden rod that was used to open the transom window. It was nothing more than a bamboo cane.
"Drop 'em dude and grab those ankles."
Ricky's stomach seemed to drop along with his speedos. His stiff carrotstick stuck out like a coathook and he quickly bent over and grabbed his ankles just so he could hide his hotdog.
"One swing. If you can take it, you're in. If you let go of your ankles or holler, you're going to be very sorry you had to stick your dick where it didn't belong."
Even though Ricky was bending over, he still looked up to stare at the beautiful blond and nod acceptance of the terms.
Then Chris nodded to Justin. Justin took the rod, moved back so that he could take a few steps and get a running start, and whipped the rod through the air. Ricky was staring up at the smiling Chris, confident that the teen's beauty would be enough to motivate the boy to keep his mouth shut and keep a grip on his ankles.
He heard a "SSSSSHHHHHHHHWACK!"
He felt the impact jounce his body, and seemed to feel nothing for a moment.
Oh, he thought in that flash of a moment, I can take that!
Suddenly his backside was on fire. He had never even imagined that much pain was possible. His hands involuntarily released his ankles and automatically shot to cover the crimson stripe that was branded across his butt.
"YEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" the boy hollered at the top of his lungs as he danced around gripping his stinging seatcushion in agony. He squatted, he stood, he hopped, he twirled. "Oh boy oh boy oh _s_h_i_t_ oh man ow ow ow owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"
Once the wave of pain subsided, Ricky quieted down and stood before Chris and Justin, the three paddlers and the three paddlees, and felt really stupid. These three small kids had taken a torrent of swats without a word and he had blown one dumb swipe.
"You lose," Chris smiled. "You'll find that this boatride is now going to take a very long time. Just remember it when you get to Spank Island and spend three months eating sloppy joes and making clay paperweights with the other plebes. Do what you're told, especially from any of my crew. It's a shame you didn't make it in. You got a cute butt."
Ricky started to protest, but Chris turned away.
Justin indicated to the three kids who had been hanging from their fruit-of-the-looms. "You have your first assignment boys. Make it good."
Now it was their turn to deliver the goods. The three kids picked up paddles and took Ricky by the arms.
"Wait, my swimsuit!" Ricky protested.
It was still around his ankles. Justin stepped on it as the three pulled Ricky's feet out of the legholes.
"You won't be needing them," Justin grinned.
Ricky decided not to protest as he was hauled bare-assed through three main cabins filled with dozens of boys. It was bad enough he was being escorted half nude with a raging hard-on by three kids with paddles. He didn't want to attract even more attention by fighting it. Much to his surprise, most of the crowd didn't seem too surprised. They all knew something he didn't know yet. But he was learning fast.
The three kids brought Ricky to the outside and to the front of the boat. He was told to bend over the edge of a large hub that sat like a giant sundial on the deck. His shirt was pulled off so now he was completely nude except for his sneakers. His slender wrists were tied together and then lashed to the center of the hub so he was stretched taut across the surface. His legs were spread wide apart and his ankles tied to the bottom spokes of the hub rim.
Two boys lit cigarettes and the third took position like a batter with his paddle.
"Boy, you are really stupid," the kid said taking a few warm up swings. "I'm in my third year before I could even audition to join the RAD crew. But this is how you learn."
The paddle swung hard against Ricky's rearend with a SMACK!
WOW, Ricky thought, that didn't hurt as much as the single stripe. Why couldn't Justin use a paddle?
SMACK! Owww, okay, that hurt
As he looked back over his shoulder with wide eyes, he saw dozens of faces peering out from the front cabin window as kids jostled to watch the show. But only his three batboys were on the front deck with him.
SMACK! Okay, that hurts a little more, but I can still take it.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Now the kid was delivering a steady rhythm.
Ow ow ow ow ow, Ricky's mind was racing, ow I can't take this ow ow ow ow ow
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Okay stop stop stop for a second" Ricky started whining.
The kid kept delivering a steady stream of swats without a pause or a word.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Please please PLEEEEEEEEEESE I can't take it"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
One of the other kids came up to Ricky and said, "You're not only going to take it, you're going to take it all the way to Spank Island."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"You think we're just pussies? Dude, you broke some serious rules."
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Ahhhhhhh, ay ay ay ay I'm sorry I won't do it again I ay ay ay stop pleeeeeeeeese"
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
"Dude," the second kid said picking up a paddle, "we do as we're told and we were told to paddle your ass all the way to camp. You'll remember who's in charge because you're going to feel this for a week. Let me take over Jeff, you're slowing down a bit."
As the second boy took over for the first, and then the third boy took over for the second, Ricky went into a crying phase, and then a pleading phase, and then a screaming phase. But all he had was a dumb ocean in front of him and merciless paddlers and amused spectators behind him. He got a steady paddling for the remaining 45 minutes of the boatride.
And through that long painful paddling session, all Ricky could think about was how some time during his stay at Spank Island, some how, some way, he was going to have Chris and Justin bent over and at his mercy.