But What If...

But What If... 4

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BUT WHAT IF... I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A GAME

PROLOGUE:

One summer afternoon in 1955, when I was nine-going-on-ten years old, after weeks of pestering my older brother, George, about becoming a member of his secret big boys club, he and his friends finally relented and said I could pledge to be a club member.

In Fred's garage, which served as the gang's club house, they told me there would be an initiation and I eagerly said, " So, what do I have to do to join?" That's when Fred told me the first thing I'd have to do is take off all my clothes. I was young, shy and kind of scared and so I said 'No way' and ran out of there, crying all the way home.

Alas, on that day I had made a decision I later came to regret and, ever since then, have wondered how things might have turned out had I submitted rather than resisted what was demanded of me. What might have happened, had I said 'Yes' instead of 'No'? How might things have turned out, had I mistakenly thought that they were just inviting me to play a fun game with them?

WHAT IF I THOUGHT 'INITIATION' WAS A GAME?

"So, Victor," said Fred, growing impatient when I didn't answer right away, " Are you going to start the initiation by giving us all your clothes, or not? We haven't got all day, you know."

"Initiation?" I thought to myself, " Could that be the Cub Scout game Eddie Bradford was telling me about last year? Eddie said that game had started out by the young Cub Scout having to hand over all his clothes to the older Scouts. I think Eddie called it 'Initiation' too. Maybe it's the same one."

"Well," piped in George, " Are you going to keep us waiting, Vic? If you want to be in our club, you got to play by our rules. So strip or get out."

"Okay, guys," I said smiling. " I think I know what this is. It’s a game, right? I heard about this, it's a game the guys at Scout Camp play with their younger Cub Scouts. It's called The Initiation Game and it must be the same one because my friend Eddie told me it starts with the older boys telling the younger one who's playing to take off all his clothes and give them up to the older guys. So it's sort of the same game, right?"

"Just a second," my brother said as he and the other guys spoke in whispers in the corner.

"I think it probably is," said Fred when the guys came back. " But just to be sure, tell us what the cub scout had to do in their Initiation Game."

"Oh, it was really fun stuff," I replied. "and it had a common theme, the letter 'S' which stood for Stripping, Spanking and Sucking. All sorts of spanking and strapping games for the cub and silly sucking things he had to do once he gave all his clothes to the Scouts. Eddie said that some of it was embarrassing but a real laugh"

"Really!" grinned Fred. " Did Eddie tell you exactly what the cub had to do. I just want to see if their game was the old version of our Initiation game."

"Well," I said, trying to remember the details of the many games the scouts had the boy play, " I know he had to do every game before they'd let him have his clothes back. So stripping meant he was buck naked for about an hour until he did absolutely everything he was told to do. Otherwise he'd be a chicken and no kid wants to be chicken in front of older boys."

"Yes, that's rule number one for our game too," said George as he nodded knowingly to Fred and the other club members, Kevin and Tom. " So what about this cub's other "S" game tasks? Were they just as embarrassing as getting and staying naked for an hour?"

"I don't know if they were all embarrassing, but some were really gross but sounded very funny. The spanking was done over the knee, like he was being punished for being a naughty boy by his mommy."

"Yeah, so that must have made that kid feel small and defenseless," said Fred in a serious tone of voice, " and I bet the boy cried like a baby."

"I don't know, Eddie didn't say." I was beginning to remember lots of details and was happy to share them with my brother and his pals. " But I do know the scouts made a big deal out of getting the boy's buttocks very red after each spanking."

"So there was more than one spanking! And were they all OTK?" said Fred.

"Oh yeah," I said, " each of the scouts, and there were seven of them, had a go at spanking him before the sucking games started. See, they wanted to make sure the cub’s butt cheeks were glowing as he curled up in the corner, like a baby or little toddler sucking his thumb."

"I see," said Tom, who was having a hard time keeping himself from laughing, " So they turned the boy into a baby! That must have been really humiliating for him. Was that the only thing they made him suck, Vic?"

"Oh no, that was just the start." I was really getting into talking about this. Here I was two or three years younger than my brother and his friends and I was teaching them about initiation game stuff. I was beginning to feel older and bigger already.

" What was really humiliating," I went on, "was when all the scouts took off their shoes and socks and had the cub kneel down before them. They were in a circle and he was in the middle and they had the boy lick the bottoms of their feet and then suck all their stinky toes. "

"Yes, I bet that was humiliating." noted Fred. " But did they make him suck other stuff too?"

"Yeah, they sure did." I said, "and it was a lot grosser! Eddie says the scouts brought out a bowl and made the Cub Scout pee in it. Then they had him put his hands in the bowl and had him take out a hand and... get this!.. they had him suck his thumb and other fingers on that hand that was dripping in the boy's own pee."

"Wow! That was gross!" said Kevin. "But did they have him put anything else in his mouth?"

"Just the fingers of his other hand." I replied. " But what was really yucky was the Scouts made the cub scout cup some pee in the palm of his hand and then he had to swish it in his mouth and then swallow. Gross! You guys won't make me swallow my own pee, will you... if your Initiation game is like theirs, I mean?"

Fred was clear about this. He said, ' Victor, I have to tell you the Boy Scout Initiation game sounds very much like ours, but I swear to you, we will not make you drink your own pee. "

"Great, guys," I said smiling. " Well, as long as you promise that once I finish doing everything in your Initiation Game, you'll give me back my clothes and let me get dressed so I can go home. In that case", I said as I began to unlace and pull of my sneakers and then my sweat socks, " I'm prepared to play and I will strip naked right now."

" Yes, we swear you will be given all your clothes before you leave here, Vic. But just strip down to your underpants for now." said Fred. " We'll give you one last chance to change your mind and chicken out before you get completely naked."

"No way am I gonna chicken out!" I declared with greater bravado than I actually felt. It was one thing to laugh about another boy being forced to strip naked. Now when it came to it, I found myself blushing and not keen on being seen nude. I hesitated. I was barefoot and my face was blushing. I couldn’t move. I was frozen stiff with doubt.

First George, then Fred and then the others started making 'BOK-BOK-BOK-BAWKKKK' chicken sounds. That did it! I proceeded to remove my t-shirt, shucked off my chino short pants and handed these garments to my brother, telling him to hold on to them until I had completed the Initiation Game. But I stopped there, standing in my white jockey shorts underpants. I was suddenly struck by the thought ' My crotch! It's totally bare with not a single hair. And my dick is so tiny! They'll know I'm not such a big guy after all. I don’t think I can do this.'

I was scared and I think they could almost smell my fear. I looked at my brother and he looked so disappointed in me. Tom and Kevin were giggling and Fred heading to the garage door. He opened it and said, "It's okay, Vic. We understand. We'll just hold on to the clothes you've given us and you can run home to your mommy in your underpants."

"Oh, for goodness sake, Vic!" shouted George. " Just drop your underpants. It's either that or go home right now... You're embarrassing me right in front of my friends, you dumb sissy!"

Easy for George to say. He had lots of pubes and a five inch long cock ( I know because we used to skinny dip last summer ) But that was it, my brother's taunt was the last straw. I had to show them! But my shyness instincts had the better of me. I stood tall, hooked the hem of my undies with my thumbs and pulled them down.

My underpants fell to my feet and...I just couldn't help it... I quickly reached my hands to my crotch and covered my most private tiny and totally bald parts. I stepped out of my undies and kicked them over to Tom as I shamefully whimpered, "Tom, could you please pick those up for me?”

Tom did and handed them immediately to Fred who smirked and told me " Hands by your side or above your head, Vic. Unless you'd like to leave right now, naked as the day you were born. I'm sure there are lots of girls outside along the 12 blocks you'll have to run to get home."

I was caught. Unless I did as I was told, my greatest nightmare would come true. But I still couldn't get myself to move my hands from my crotch. Then my big brother stepped in with soothing words and what he called a solution to my shyness problem.

"My little brother is scared to show us his manhood," said George as he put his hand on my stooped shoulder in a show of support, " Vic is hiding his shame not because he's a coward, but he doesn't think he's up to our manhood standards. I think we should help him overcome those fears and let him keep some dignity."

That sounded great, but I still didn't see how this could be done, nor where it was all going. Then George took the laces of my shoes and tied them together to make a longer string. He told me to turn my back to everyone and put my hands behind my back. I was less ashamed to have my bare ass on display so I gladly turned and did as George asked me to do. Then my brother tightly wrapped and tied my hands together with the shoe laces and, with his hands on my shoulders, he slowly turned me around so I faced the other guys.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it Vic? And not at all embarrassing, right guys?" George nodded to me and then to the other guys who didn't snicker, giggle or make fun of me at all. I was starting to feel better and I even stood up straighter, proud of my bravery, even if it was only because I didn't have a choice about showing off my hairless crotch. It seemed normal and not a big deal. I was okay with it, sort of. At least I kept telling myself that.

Fred was in charge and he explained that their game was more sophisticated and mature than the Boy Scouts’ Initiation game they put the Cub Scout through. " We also have that 'S' theme and it includes the pledge player stripping, spanking and sucking. But there's also strapping, sticking and swallowing. But don't worry, Vic, like I promised, you won't have to sip or swallow any of your own pee."

That was a relief. Lots of the cub scout's Initiation stuff actually sounded like fun to me, but not drinking his own piss. Yuk! As this Initiation game was so much like the one Eddie had told me about, the spanking part came first. It was okay that my hands were tied behind my back, as that kept them out of the way when I went over Tom's lap for the first of my four spanking sessions.

"How old are you again, Vic?" asked Tom before he started whooping my bare ass.

"Nine going on ten. I'll be ten in a few weeks." I replied, looking over my left shoulder and up into Tom's grinning face.

"Okay, we'll round it off at ten then, shall we? " he was speaking to the other guys and then told me " so that'll be ten swats on each butt cheek from each of us for the spanking part of today's entertainment." And with that he gave a slap to my butt harder than my mom does when I've been bad. His swats stung even more as he picked up the pace.

Kevin was my next spank-master and he followed Tom's ten-times-two butt cheek rule. But Kevin got me to spread my legs apart so that more than a few swats accidentally struck my tight balls and made me whelp. But I knew enough not to shame myself further by crying like a baby. I'd show them I could man up! )

My brother was more gentle with his spanks, but he give them with no set rhythm so they came like out of nowhere and when least expected. This dragged out the time being spanked over his lap.

Fred went last and I think he kind of learned from watching the other three because he combined a lot of what they did. First of all, his smacks were hard, even harder than Tom's. But like George, Fred's smacks came kind of at random and as a surprise. Also he touched my balls from time to time... rubbing, not swatting, and a few times cupping my balls in his hands.

But Fred did do one thing the same way each time: He would lightly run his fingertips on my red and very sore buttock cheeks, like he was checking their heat to see if it matched their redness. He could have just asked me. I'd have told him they were probably hotter than they were red, because they were tingling and felt like they were on fire.

The spanking came to an end but my ass, so I was told, would feel more swats from my belt later on. But that would be much later as they wanted my buttocks to relax and stay red, not get black and blue. For now, I'd get a rest with the next initiation stage, stink-sticking, for which I had to stand with my legs spread wide apart. As they still kept my hands tied behind my back, they had me bend from the waist and jut my hips up to raise my bare butt upwards.

I faced the wall and so did not see what was going on, but it soon became obvious when my brother smeared some greasy goo along my wide-open butt crack and then into my ass hole. What followed was each of the guys sticking one then two fingers at a time up my lubed up butt. It felt kind of fun-funny and I began wiggling my butt as they finger-frolicked up my ass.

It didn't take long before all four of them had stink-stuck me. Now it was my turn to play. Not sticking, but licking their fingers that stank and tasted like ass. YUK and double YUK! And worse, to make sure I had cleaned their fingers properly, they had me suck all their dirty dipping index and ring fingers then made me sniff them to make sure I got all the stink off.

"You won't have to do much more in our Initiation, game, Victor." said Fred, which came as a relief. " That Cub Scout had to suck dirty toes and lick the soles of the Boy Scouts' stinky feet. But your sucking and licking duties will be much easier and more pleasant."

I was grateful when I heard that what it was I'd have to lick and suck would smell and taste much nicer. " Yeah, that's right." smirked Tom, " Just ask Justine. I heard she just loves it!" All the guys laughed. I had no idea who this girl, Justine was, and I couldn't tell if she'd played the Initiation game with these guys or some other boys' gang. But if a mere girl could do the licking and sucking and like it, then I, a boy who's almost ten, could do it for sure.

Fred had me sit down on a stool he set up in the middle of the garage. Then the four of them lined up and Fred said to me, "First of all, Victor, close your eyes, open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I didn't see this, of course, but I heard a familiar sound, pants being unzipped and after a minute or so I could smell an interesting, musty odor. Then I felt a warm and wet touch on my outstretched tongue. My tongue felt its shape and my nose could tell too. I had a cock on my tongue.

" Do you know what a blow-job is, Victor?" That was Fred again. I told him no I didn't and he said I would soon find out and that it involved sucking in and blowing out something they’d stick in my mouth and that it was a really fun game that many girls like to play.

By the sound of Fred's voice I could tell he was the one standing right in front of and over me. I also could tell by his odd breathing and the touch of his finger on my lower lip, that he had put his cock into my mouth, on my tongue and was stroking his manhood which somehow was growing bigger by the second.

"This is the time for you to lick what I've stuck in your mouth, Victor." said Fred whose cock now tasted sweet and was getting harder and hotter in my mouth. I licked at the shaft first and, under his direction, twirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

That's when Fred grunted, " Yeah, that it. Now softly suck it and don't use your teeth. Remember, you gently suck in and blow out."

It was sort of like sucking my thumb which sometimes I still did to help me get to sleep at night. Only Fred's cock was much bigger than my thumb ( tastier, too, I had to admit ) and his cock was growing bigger and bigger until Fred tensed up and shouted out , "OH! YES!" and then some gooey stuff came shooting into my mouth and I heard George's voice by my ear as he said, " Don't swallow it yet, Vic. Keep it in your mouth for now."

Apparently, the other guys wanted to see how much goo Fred had shot into my mouth, because I was told to open my mouth as wide as I could so they could look inside. " Nice load' and “ Creamy and white" and " Let's see if I can do better" were some of the comments I heard from George, Tom and Kevin. But then it was Fred again saying, " Okay, Vic. Time to swallow. " I did and it wasn't too bad, but the goo the guys called 'cum' wasn't as sweet as what Fred first dripped on to my tongue.

That was Fred's go at my sticking/licking/sucking Initiation. George was next and then Tom and finally Kevin. They were all pretty much the same, tasting sweet at first but not their cum loads ( that's what Kevin called it although Tom called it his 'cum-dump' ) Anyway their cum tasted sour and I was happy to swallow it each time just to get that taste off my tongue. I figured I might get used to it, but for now it was sort of yukky. But other than the taste going down, it was kind of fun and I figured it was probably not as embarrassing as sucking stinky, sweaty toes.

"The Initiation game is almost over and you've done very well," said Fred. “ But now it’s time for that strapping we promised you. Your buttocks has faded to a pale pink not the fire engine red it has to be before we let you go.”

I bent from the waist like Fred told me to and the belt strapping began. Again ten swats on each butt cheek times four. It stung a lot, but I was nearing the end of my initiation game and I wasn’t about to blow it by crying like a baby.

When that was over Fred said to me " You'll get all your clothes in a minute, like we promised, but first keep your eyes closed while we walk you to the door for your final game, the golden send off."

I could hear the garage door opening and they walked me to just a few feet outside and had me kneel on the pavement. I was still stark naked with my hands tied behind my back with my shoelaces. But Fred said I'd be getting my clothes back in a minute so I wasn't too upset. The garage was well back of the road and if it was just a minute out there naked, I wasn't likely to be seen by any girls.

As I knelt there outdoors, naked and vulnerable, I heard pants flies unzipping again. Then four streams of hot liquid hit my head, chest, legs and face, including my open mouth. They were all pissing on me! And they were even telling me to swallow it. I felt so utterly betrayed! Fred had said I wouldn't have to swallow pee. And, sputtering and crying now, I told them as much. I still kept my eyes shut tight because I knew it would sting like mad it pee got into my eyes.

Fred laughed and said I was wrong, " We said you won't have to swallow YOUR pee, Victor. I didn't promise anything about our piss."

I sighed. I guess he was right. But now that my golden send off was over, so I demanded my clothes back. Fred said 'Sure' and went back inside and got all my clothing and threw it on the driveway pavement next to me. I asked him to untie my hands so I could get dressed like they promised.

But George shook his head and said, " No, our exact words were 'we swear you will be given all your clothes before you leave here.' And that is what we're doing. Those shoelaces are part of your clothes, so you already have them, right? And all your other clothes are right there for you to put on."

"But I can't put them on with my hands tied tight behind my back, now can I?" I whimpered on the edge of tears.

"Not our problem." smirked Fred. "We've given you all your clothes, if you choose to not wear them, that's entirely up to you. Have a nice, twelve-block run home, Victor."

And with that the guys went back inside the garage/ club house and left me trying but failing to grab some clothes to at least shield some part of my nude body. But with hands behind, it was no use and after several minutes trying, I gave up and made a run for it. A streak for it, more like.

I'm not sure how many people, old folks, little kids or boys and girls my own age, saw me in my fifteen minute or so nude run. I tried not to look. But from the laughs and jeers I'd say there were lots who saw me and many of them were girls' giggling and shrieking voices I heard.

Even more embarrassing was hearing two young girls who ran up close to me screaming, " Eyww, he stinks! " They could smell the piss that still clung to the hair on my head and the piss that had dried on my skin too, I bet.

When I finally made it home I told my mom a real whopper to explain my nakedness, the stink on my body and my tied hands. I said I'd been bullied by some teenage boys who had stripped me, kept my clothes tied me up and peed all over me.

I don't know if she accepted my story, which was sort of close to the truth, but she wanted to know who had done this. I said I'd never seen them before, so I couldn’t say. I pleaded with her not to tell anyone, because I was so embarrassed as it was already.

She looked at me sideways and shook her head. She knew I knew who’d done this to me, but she just shrugged her shoulders and never asked me again. I think my mom knew I was lying or at least not telling her everything. But maybe, like me, she was just proud that I wasn't a snitch.

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