By Sumenth
sumenth@protonmail.com
Copyright 2021 by Sumenth, all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
PREFACE
There are a lot of
interesting stories involving male nudity in rural India as there is
nothing called as male modesty in most of the villages of India at
least for the kids below 18, but they never get shared online because
either they feel it is a normal part of life thus not interesting
enough to write or they don’t write such stories due to lack
of
technological know-hows.
I wanted to share these stories
because it was an interesting part of my life as I got used to
male-modesty while living abroad, and then came back to live in rural
India that put me in several interesting situations that embarrassed me
to the core due to the cultural shock. These are several sets of
stories based on true events that happened in the late 1990s somewhere
in India. I will tell my most embarrassing story in this chapter.
Since, I am writing this from memory about events that happened over 20
years ago, I may miss some details or I may accidentally add more
details than what actually happened perhaps from my imagination as I
have replayed these events countless times in my mind over the years,
but I will try to stay true to the story as much as possible.
I also forgot several minor parts of the story like some parts of the
conversations, so instead of saying “I don’t
remember” too many times,
I have filled the blanks with what I imagine would have happened and
also slightly exaggerated some sections to portray the emotions
properly as it wouldn’t be fun to write it like a documentary.
I have tried my best to write it in a way that gives maximum pleasure
to the readers, so I have omitted some boring parts of the story, and
instead focused more on the nudity and embarrassment as that is the
topic of interest in this forum.
FOREWORD
Many
readers have given me feedback saying that this is the best story they
have ever read on this topic. I am saying this to caution you to read
the story slowly and patiently, taking in each sentence and imagining
the situation and emotions in your head. Also try to feel the emotions
of the characters rather than robotically reading through it. That is
the best way to enjoy this, otherwise you will miss the essence of the
story.
I have tried to add as many details as possible to try
to portray the emotions properly, so the story may appear to move at a
slow pace, but it would hopefully make you feel immersed in the
character’s situations. I am giving this warning as I have
sometimes
read great stories too-fast by glancing through it and later regretted
that I missed the experience. So, read only if you have no other
distractions for at least an hour if you want to enjoy it properly..
Just this first chapter is around 15,000 words long but don’t
worry, it
contains the full story till the end. An average book is 50,000 words
for comparison, so this chapter is like reading one fourth of a book.
If we combine the stories in the next few chapters, this would have
enough content for a full book! And it took me a few weeks to write.
However, you are getting to read that for free, so at least some
feedback is very much appreciated.
Ok, so let’s start.
INTRODUCTION
I
was lucky that I got to travel around the world and study in different
schools with very different environments during my childhood giving me
significantly more experience of the world than the average Indian boy.
I did my early education till 2nd grade while living in my ancestral
house in a village. Then my family moved to Canada where I studied till
7th grade and then our family finally moved back to our ancestral home
where I continued education at a school in the nearby town.
I
lived with my parents and a sister who was one year younger than me. My
father had two brothers and a sister. We used to share the house with
one of my uncle’s(father’s brother) family which
consisted of his wife
and two daughters who were my cousins. The elder one was Shwetha who
was the same age as me and studied in the same class while the younger
one was Riya who was one year younger and studied in my
sister’s class.
Shwetha was a lovely, calm and caring girl. She was studious,
level-headed and took her responsibilities seriously. But that
doesn’t
mean she was boring, instead she was fun and interesting too.
Meanwhile, Riya was the opposite. She was naughty, and didn’t
have any
inhibitions in doing crazy things.
My sister was someone who
was in between both of those personalities, as she was both caring and
naughty, but since she hung out more with Riya, she was often her
partner in crime. And since she was also “new” to
this culture, she
often just followed whatever Riya did and rarely did any mischief on
her own.
It was stressful for me in the school as it was
completely different from the relaxed type of school I got used to in
Canada. Here it was common for teachers to punish students by beating
with a stick or making them do other weird punishments like making them
stand in weird positions. Since I was a new kid in the school, I was
given special treatment by both the teachers and the students. Thus I
did not get any punishment for a while at least.
To the
classmates in the school, I appeared sophisticated and savvy. The girls
adored my manners and style. The teachers liked my knowledge and
intellectual capabilities. Though most boys didn’t consider
me any
special after the first few days, and instead considered me weird, and
they loved to make fun of the way I spoke due to my accent, or the way
I acted in various situations. But they did not treat me badly, instead
they effortlessly added me to their gang. I had a closer relationship
with the studious students than the rowdy backbenchers though I am not
a nerd.
In one way it was helpful to live with someone
studying in the same class but it was also troublesome at times because
my cousin would tell everyone in the house about what happened in the
class. Most of the time I looked up to her as a guide to navigate the
cultural and social changes in my life. But since we were playmates, we
fought with each other both physically and verbally all the time. Life
is fun when you have at least 3 kids of your age living with you at all
times.
We lived in a village, and had several acres of land,
but it was only a few kilometers away from a medium sized town, thus
all modern facilities like schools and hospitals were available at a 30
minute driving distance. We even had a school bus service.
Around six months had passed since I moved back to India and I had got
used to the cultural and social changes. I was 14 at that time and was
in the 8th grade. At that time my father’s other brother who
lives
abroad had come on vacation for a few weeks along with his wife and a
10 year old son and they were staying in the same house. It is very
common in India for a large number of close relatives to live in the
same house. Having another kid in the house increased the fun as we
played a lot.
It may sound weird to westerners, but we 4 kids
used to sleep in the same bedroom, with two beds kept touching each
other, thus basically making it a giant bed. This was not because our
parents arranged it so, but we kids preferred to sleep together after
studying and eating and playing together. When my 10 year old cousin
brother came, we adjusted him in our bed too!
STORY BEGINS
One
day some nearby relatives were at home and all the adults were
discussing stuff at our home. It is usual for relatives to casually
come home, especially those living nearby. There was this old guy whom
everyone looked upto who said to my uncle in the presence of everyone
that “it is time he did his son’s initiation
ceremony”. He added that
“It is better he do it now as we don’t know how
many years later you
will come on a visit again”.
There is a tradition of religious
initiation ceremonies in some families in certain communities in India.
It is different for various communities and it drastically changes with
location, family, wealth, class, local customs, gender etc.
At
some places there are initiation ceremonies for girls too when they
have their first period, but that event is generally reserved for
females only and is done in privacy with only close female relatives
invited. Sometimes, if the family is affluent, they hold a big party on
a different day after the actual private ritualistic event. The Party
will only have lunch/dinner and the girl standing on stage in a nice
dress and welcoming compliments and gifts. Basically just a show. There
are places in India where it is considered so important that wealthy
people invite over 500 people and do it at luxury standards rivalling
marriage parties!
In my family, as a boy reaches around 9 to
12 years of age, they are initiated with a ritual which basically means
the boy has become a man. Even though the ceremony proclaims that the
boy has become a man, in reality the boy is treated as a boy till he
reaches his 20s and nothing really changes for the boy. People still do
these ceremonies because it has been done in the family as a tradition
since time immemorial. One thing to note is that this particular
ceremony is not done by all families in the village, but by only about
10% of them.
Anyways, this initiation ceremony involves some
pooja or rituals done by a priest then losing all your childhood
worldly possessions(everything you wear), walking to a nearby river,
taking a few dips and walking back to where the rituals are performed
to finish the process and wear brand new clothes. I didn’t
know all
these at that time.
During their discussion, the topic of my
initiation ceremony came up and my mother said “he had also
not done
it”. I had not done this ceremony at the age I should have
done as we
were in Canada at that time. I was in fact unaware of such a thing at
that time. So, everyone asked mine to be conducted at the same time as
well, since I had missed mine. That relative added that “it
is a great
idea to do it together and that this was the best month to conduct it
too”. My parents and I agreed even though I didn't know
exactly what it
was. I thought it was just some simple rituals.
If I knew what
I was getting into, I would have refused profusely, as I had got
accustomed to a real sense of modesty while living in Canada. And there
was also another reason. In my early childhood till 2nd grade I
didn’t
care a bit about nudity just like other Indian boys, but then an
incident happened due to my own fault in which I was once
“caught”
naked and was teased and shamed for being naked.
I may tell
that story in detail some other day, but I think that incident was what
actually instilled a deep rooted sense of shame in me, so much that I
used to be shy to even remove my shirt while going to temples for the
next few months after this incident.
After a few more
discussions over several days, they decided to conduct the ceremony at
our own house on a certain date. All the adults were excited as an
event was about to happen at our house after a very long time.
Invitations were sent more aggressively than normal to all relatives
and neighbours. In India, you invite everyone for marriages and
important events but it wasn’t normal to invite so many
people to such
“small” events atleast at that time. But they did
it because all adults
in the house were actually yearning for a big get-together and this
ceremony was just an excuse for it.
Preparations like
decorating the house were done. A big tent-like structure was put up in
front of the house along with chairs to accommodate all the people. And
food was arranged too. Everyone was in a festive mood.
While
playing in the tent the night before the event, we kids were standing
on the stage, when my cousin Shwetha said, “this is where it
is going
to happen tomorrow pointing her finger at me and moving her arm up and
down” while giggling. Some neighbourhood girls playing with
us burst
into laughter. Me and my sister didn’t get the joke, but we
shrugged it
off and continued playing.
The date was set on a Sunday which
resulted in many people being able to attend it. There were about 150
people, maybe more. All of their kids were also there, and we kids were
playing together and having a great time until the local temple priest
came. He was invited to perform the rituals. He asked our parents to
get us ready.
My uncle took me and my cousin into their
bedroom and we were asked to remove all the clothes and wear just a
white towel like sheet of cloth around our waist and that is it. He
said “No shirt, no underwear and nothing else”. I
knew religious events
are always done in this white towel without shirt, but didn’t
know
about the underwear part. Anyways I used to never wear underwear in my
childhood, I think most Indian boys were like that, so it was not a
major issue for me, but when it was combined with just a towel, I
feared if the towel would come undone exposing me.
My cousin’s
mom started stripping him while uncle started removing my shirt. I
interrupted him and said I would do it myself. He said ok, and gladly
left the room. The door was still open and I could see people walking
by and kids running around playing something. I was slowly removing my
shirt, and by then my cousin was stripped fully naked and he was
standing on the bed.
I felt a bit embarrassed seeing him naked
with his penis hanging out as I am seeing him like that for the first
time but he seemed fine, maybe he was used to his mom seeing him naked.
My aunt was trying to remove a black thread tied around his waist but
it seemed that its knot was too tight to be easily unknotted.
BLACK THREAD
Many
Indians wear this black thread permanently around their waist along
with a locket in it as some sort of religious belief. This is a special
sacred thread that you have to personally make by requesting a priest
to do the required ritual processes. From what I know, each thread is
customized for each person’s birth date, gender, family etc,
thus
getting a new one is a cumbersome process. You may have seen this
thread in online photos and videos involving naked indians.
I
stood there looking at his groin as I too had not seen many naked boys
up close and I was curious. The first thing that struck me was how tiny
his penis was. Like, I knew he was younger than me so it would be
smaller, but his penis was disproportionately smaller compared to his
body size. I mentally compared his thing with mine, and mine was at
least 4 times bigger I thought.
Then I observed his balls and
they were also tiny like a cherry and were attached to his body while
mine was like 6 times bigger and hanging. It struck me how much changes
puberty can make in boys. I had read about it somewhere, but never
observed it like this in real life. His penis and balls were also the
same colour as his body but with a slight reddish tint to it and it was
kinda looking cute. Mine was 3 shades darker than my body I thought.
Overall, I am not saying his size is small, instead he is perfectly
fine for his age, but when compared to mine, it looked tiny due to the
lack of puberty in him. But it was so cute that even I, being a boy,
had an irresistible urge to just grab it in my hands. Not for sexual
reasons, but for just admiring its cuteness. I wonder if girls have
similar urges.
I think I reached puberty when I was 12. I had
started mastubrating from when I was 13 and had sexual thoughts most of
the time even though I didn’t have access to porn of any
kind. Though,
I do not remember having pubes till I was 17. I may have had some small
hair near the base of my penis, but I don’t remember it. My
body hair
growth was very less to non-existent. I think it would be similar for
most Indian kids, but I don’t know.
I think boys(and girls) in
eastern countries like Japan, Korea, India, Thailand etc show signs of
age much slower than people in the west. I shaved my face for the first
time when I was 20 and that too only like once in a month! Meanwhile I
have mistakenly thought a few boys I met in the west were in their mid
30s but they were actually just 18.
I was lost in thoughts and
seeing my slow speed in removing my clothes, my aunt asked me to hurry
up. I had only removed my shirt till then and was just staring at him
with the towel held in my hand. I cleverly put the towel around my
waist first and then removed my trousers from inside. My towel fell off
for a second in the process but nobody was looking and I was done even
though my towel was shabbily wrapped around my waist.
My aunt
was still struggling to remove his black thread. These threads are
purposefully tied in such a way that the ends of the knot are cut in
such a way that it stays permanently like that, so it is no surprise
that it is so difficult to untie the knot. She saw my younger cousin
Riya walking past the door, and she called her inside. She came inside
the room along with a neighbourhood girl of her own age and another
much younger girl of maybe 10 years age.
My cousin Riya
giggled as she saw the naked boy standing on the bed.Till now they were
all playmates, but now he is just a naked boy! The other girl was
smiling and the younger girl who was about his age was staring at his
penis with a wicked smile. All of them were glancing at his groin as my
aunt told her to go bring a scissor. As my cousin left to get the
scissor, the neighbourhood girl came forward asking what it was for.
When my aunt told her while tugging his thread, she came forward
helpfully and said “let me try, I have big nails”
and she tried to
untangle his knot which was just an inch above his penis. I could sense
that awkward smile on her face as she did it while his cute penis
slightly moving around, but within a minute my cousin came with
scissors.
My other cousin Shwetha also came inside along with
her seeing the commotion, and she too smiled seeing him naked. He
didn’t seem to be too bothered by all these although I felt
like he was
embarrassed as it was making me feel embarrassed looking at him naked
in front of the girls.
My aunt took the scissor and cut his
thread, and then wrapped the towel around him then she asked if I had a
black thread. I said yes. She asked me to stand on the bed. I
hesitated, but she insisted saying we can’t keep the priest
waiting and
you can’t easily remove it on your own. So, I climbed on the
bed in
front of her awkwardly. All the 4 girls were still in the room, but now
staring at me eagerly.
My black thread was under my shabbily
wrapped towel(since I didn’t know how to wear towels
properly). She
quickly put her hands inside to pull it out but my towel came undone
and fell on the bed. All the girls giggled and laughed. Even my aunt
laughed! I was totally embarrassed and as I tried to pull up my towel
and wrap it around, my aunt stopped me and said she will wrap it
properly for me.
I tried to tie it around my waist, but due to
her hands, my towel fell down again. I felt humiliated as I saw my
cousins looking at my groin. All girls had a reason to stare at my
groin for as long as they wanted and they were staring the whole time.
The biggest embarrassment was because I was standing naked in front of
Shwetha who was also my classmate. I thought “ohh god, how
will I face
her again”.
Till then, over the past six months I had created
an impression of me being a sophisticated modern boy, but now I am just
a naked boy for them. They used to be impressed by my intellectual
talks and capabilities, yet now I am standing like a small child in
front of them!
The knot in my thread was behind me near my ass
cracks, so she slowly moved the thread around until it was above my
penis so she could easily fiddle with it. I wonder why she
didn’t just
ask me to turn around instead! She then first tried to untie it saying
it is not auspicious to cut it, but after trying for a minute, she was
about to give up and left her hands off the thread.
And as
she turned around to take the scissors that neighbourhood girl once
again said “Let me try” and quickly held my thread.
I visibly hesitated
as her hands moved around just an inch above my family jewels. Oh god,
a girl who is junior to me is holding me like this, I thought. I must
be blushing with humiliation at this point. This girl used to play with
us, and now I was fearing how I will face her!
As I said “It
is better to cut” in a shameful voice, nobody listened as by
then
another aunt came to the room and was talking to my aunt about the
status of the ritual. She told my aunt that it was time to send one of
the boys out as the priest was ready and the other boy could be sent 10
minutes later.
My aunt checked his towel once again, and then
told the other aunt to take care of me and she left with her son. Now
this other aunt asked “what's going on?”. By then,
the girls were
standing surrounding me. That neighbourhood girl replied while giggling
“Aunt had said that it is important to remove this thread
without
cutting as it is not auspicious to cut it, so we are trying to untangle
the knot”.
She agreed as these are special threads that are
given out from temples after a lot of rituals, and so she took the
thread from her hand and tried to unknot it for a moment then she
abruptly remembered something and said she had to go immediately to do
something related to ritual, then she left the room. I said in an
awkward voice it is okay to cut, but again nobody listened.
As
soon as my aunt left the room, I could see the smile widen in my
cousin’s face. Till now they were trying to hide the laughter
in the
presence of adults, but now they were openly laughing and mocking me
calling me “little naked boy”. I quickly tried to
bend down and take
the towel, but Riya pulled it away and said “We have a job to
do here.
First remove the thread and then you get the towel”. This
made all the
girls laugh more.
Then Riya took over and tried for some time.
Shweta went and closed the door as perhaps she felt too nervous seeing
what was going on here. Riya’s hands were
“accidently” gracing my cock
every now and then. Since I was standing on a bed, my penis was at
their eye-level and just a few inches from their face.
Then
Shwetha took over by saying “let me try'' in a calm voice but
Riya did
not leave the thread and they both started fighting over it pulling my
thread to their side. Seeing the fight, the 10 year old girl also said
she wanted to try multiple times but everyone ignored her. In the midst
of the fight with Shwetha and Riya pulling the thread while giggling,
this little girl also raised her hands in between them to hold the
thread but instead she pulled my cock downwards for a second as she was
unable to reach.
She probably wanted to move me down to her
eye-level for her to be able to hold the thread properly, and just like
someone holds someone’s finger and pulls them down, she
instead perhaps
thought she can do the same with this hanging finger. And she did it
without any second thoughts
I made an “aahhhhh” sound and fell
down on the bed as I moved both my hands to protect my groin as I sat
and rolled on the bed in pain, all the girls bursted out in
uncontrollable laughter. Riya was also rolling on the bed in laughter.
After a minute or so, while they were still laughing, and I was still
lying on the bed sideways, Shwetha took over the task at hand and tried
to hold my thread and pull me and said “Come on, it's enough,
now stand
up, we don’t have a lot of time”.
She then patted twice on my
ass while giggling to indicate it was time to get up. When I did not
get up, she held her hands over my arms and made me sit with force,
then as she giggled she asked me to stand up, and when I
didn’t, she
held my arms again and tried to make me stand, and that neighbourhood
girl also came to help. I didn’t resist and I relentlessly
stood up
while still covering my groin.
She pulled my thread and asked
me to move my hands so that she could unknot it. I said “No,
please
give me my towel”, which she refused and pulled me by the
thread and
asked me to move my hands. Then she said “Do you want me to
go outside
the room and ask the ladies sitting there for help?”.
I knew
she could, and if she called out, everyone would come in, so I panicked
at that idea and I uttered“I am shy and
embarrassed” hearing all the
girls giggled. By then she held my hands and moved them aside as I
stopped resisting, and now she had full power over me. I felt like a
little kid standing there as she started talking to me like adults do.
She said “If you are embarrassed by this, then how will you
survive the
day, you naked boy!” as she chuckled and looked me in the
eyes.
I didn’t understand what she meant, but she was genuinely
trying to
unknot it, so I kept quiet. She kept saying something like
“Oh my sweet
innocent child, you don’t know anything, do you?”.
It sounds better in
our language. But I was silent. The girls were done laughing. Riya was
sitting behind me on the bed after her laugh was over.
Shwetha’s forearms were sometimes grazing my penis giving me
a weird
feeling that made my penis grow to like 30% hard. That little kid came
closer to me again saying she wants to try, I panicked and screamed
“nooo” and moved back as my penis now touched
shwetha’s hands. All the
girls laughed seeing me in panic, but then Shwetha told me
“Don’t
worry, she won’t pull your chilly again” as she
giggled, kept both
hands over each of my upper thighs(ass) and pulled me forward.
So, I trusted her and stood there now looking at that little girl in
fear. Then, Shwetha unexpectedly held my penis with two fingers.
Everyone was having a“wow” face, but I panicked and
moved back as she
lost her grip.
She said “Relax, trust me”, and pulled me
forward again holding my thighs. Now, she held my penis with two
fingers, as I looked nervously and told the little kid “Never
pull this
thing, it will hurt boys very painfully” as all girls
curiously looked
while giggling. The little girl was also smiling and nodded. Everyone
was laughing as my penis grew in her hands and now I was like 70% hard
and it was clearly sticking out of my body perpendicular to my body.
Seeing that, Shwetha blushed and left her hands with shyness now
visible on her face.
I think Shwetha just had an urge to hold
my penis and was waiting for an opportunity to do it without making it
obvious that she wants to hold it.
I stood there embarrassed
with a hard cock while she continued fiddling with the knot and it was
coming in between her hands often. That neighborhood girl smiled and
kept her hands in front of her mouth to hide the smile. Shwetha
chuckled seeing it twitch and flop around, but she kept trying, but
that it didn’t last long as my naughty cousin Riya stood up
on the bed
behind me and slapped my ass hard which pushed me forward and my penis
smashed onto shwetha’s face as I jumped down from the bed.
All
the girls started laughing again, shwetha was also laughing this time
and I stood there trying to cover myself with my hands. Shwetha at
first screamed at her sister but then again pulled me forward with the
thread and made me stand on the bed again. I didn’t resist
but my penis
shrunk to around 20% hard as I looked around confused.
Then
she started trying to unknot again and I was looking at Riya because I
was scared she would slap me again but by this time my aunt came back
and when she saw it was still not done, she told them “cut
it” which
sent shockwaves through my body. My aunt proceeded to search for
something in the cupboard with no care in the world.
My
naughty cousin Riya took the scissors, brought it towards my groin as
Shwetha was holding the thread and asked “Can I cut
it” with a funny
smile and I was super nervous. She was teasing me if she could cut my
cock and it worked as I got tensed up and my penis shrank to its
tiniest in fear but she then kept the thread in between the scissor and
cut it. The scissor was just one inch away from my cock. I left out a
sigh as I was kinda relieved it was over.
Then my aunt wrapped
the towel around me the proper way and took me to the ritual-stage
where the priest and my cousin brother were sitting. It was not really
a proper stage but a designated area with carpets laid out, and a place
from where everyone can easily see the ritual. We sat there for about
half an hour while the priest was doing the rituals and he was often
asking us to do certain ritualistic things.
RITUAL BEGINS
They
even made us wear flower garlands and another flower rings around our
elbows. Also, they made tilak marks on our forehead and various parts
of the body. Tilak is a mark created by the application of a special
powder or paste on the forehead and sometimes on other parts of the
body such as neck, hand, chest and arms.
Then we were asked to
stand up with our hands held in Namaste position as he performed some
more rituals. After that he asked our moms to remove our towels. And
they pulled it without hesitation instantly from behind thus making us
fully naked. I made an “aahhh” sound quite loudly
due to the sudden
surprise and hearing that the girls giggled while trying to hide it
with their hands.
I instinctively moved both my hands down to
cover myself in shame. That made the girls laugh loudly, and some
ladies started gossiping looking at me. My cousin-brother who was
looking at me and copying my actions during the ritual also did the
same few seconds after I did, perhaps imitating me. What I am going to
say next happened in the span of a minute or two, but I will describe
it in more detail for you.
The priest told us in a stern voice
to keep our hands in Namaste position. My cousin brother instantly
changed back to Namaste in panic while I looked back at mom with
pitiful eyes hoping she would do something. She got a bit nervous, came
a step forward, bent down a little, with her saree now touching my
backside, and took her arms around me hugging me partially from behind,
and said in a low voice near my ears “Its ok son, I am proud
of you for
agreeing to do this ritual even though you are not used to such things.
I understand your shyness, but you have nothing to worry, every boy in
our family has done this at some point including your father and
uncles, so get back to your position”.
Then as I turned my
neck and looked into her eyes in confusion, she moved her hands through
my chest grazing my stomach and reached my hands covering my groins and
held my little hands with both of her huge hands and then she separated
it gently from my groin and slowly moved it to Namaste position.
As she was about to move away, I turned around and hugged her tightly
like a drowning man clutching onto straws and I pressed my face onto
her body in shame. Then, I moved myself behind her and tried to hide
myself from the world like a small child trying to hide himself behind
the pallu of his mom’s saree.
She turned around, held me
around her arms and moved me back to my original position and said in a
caring voice while my hands slowly moved to cover my groins,
“What is
this son, now is not the time to back down, you agreed to this, look
everyone is waiting for you, don’t embarrass me, this is for
your own
good, now be my sweet son and go back to Namaste position”.
I
kept looking in her eyes in silence, not being able to reply due to my
embarrassment, as I sensed the priest and all the ladies eagerly
staring at our little interaction. Even though they couldn’t
hear a
thing she said they knew exactly what happened from our body language.
I felt their eyes falling onto my naked exposed body as I started to
panic with stage fright as the paused ritual was putting all the
attention on me.
Then as I saw her head nodding slightly up
and down as she looked in my eyes, she again held my hands and moved it
to the Namaste position as she sensed the lack of resistance in my
arms, which she took as the signs of acceptance and then she turned and
kissed me on the forehead while holding my shoulders with her arms. She
said she is proud of me and then walked a few feet behind me and stood
there among a few aunts.
I stood there as awkward as it was
with a stunned face while the priest resumed the rituals and everyone
went back to their previous activities. I peeked at my cousin brother
who was standing there without any visible signs of embarrassment as I
wondered if it was because he was only 10 while I was 14.
As
I came back to reality, the sense of what was happening dawned on me. I
was standing there fully naked in the presence of many friends,
neighbours and relatives and I looked at those lights around the stage
focused brightly on me, illuminating me in so much light that everyone
could see every part of me in the highest clarity possible.
As
I looked through the bright lights, my eyes grazed upon the faces of
the audience. Oh god, that is my sister staring at me with a wicked
smile. Oh no, that is my neighbours, oh no, there are two of my
classmates standing and gossiping with Shwetha, oh god, all these
relatives I know! And oh god, who are these girls? I don’t
even know
half of them! Where did they come from! Why are they here, I wondered.
At that moment, in immense humiliation, I prayed to all gods that the
earth should just open up and swallow me whole.
I started
noticing the activities going around me. I was surrounded by mostly
women and girls. Most men were enjoying the party at some other corner
just outside the tent, and boys were playing around with other boys
without an iota of care about the rituals or the shame I was enduring.
But, little girls, they were all staring at my groin without a shame in
the world while talking to each other and even pointing at me. Nobody
laughed, but I could see their evil “I saw you
naked” smug smile on
their faces.
The girls my age were a bit more careful while
staring every now and then at my groins without making it look too
obvious. I caught my sister staring at my cock and then quickly looking
at my face when I looked at her. And she was not the only one. My
classmates, Shwetha, Riya, and many others were doing the same.
I started noticing all the little sounds around me as if I had just
gotten the power of heightened senses. I feared every little giggle and
every little laugh was someone making fun of my exposed naked little
body. I saw my sister and cousins sitting in the first row of chairs
just barely eight feet away from me. I saw several girls my age sitting
around them like in a group and gossiping and giggling and smiling as
they turned and looked at me every now and then.
I noticed
that most of the adults didn’t seem to care much about my
nudity and
were discussing among themselves in small groups though some ladies
were having smug faces. Most girls of college going age were standing
together in a group along with some older women at one side of the
stage and gossiping while constantly looking at the stage as if they
were the most interested adults there.
The aunts and most
older ladies, were standing on the other side of the stage in a group,
and they didn’t seem to care much and were talking among
themselves.
I noticed that the girls and women from rural regions were not caring
much about my nudity, but almost all the girls who lived in the cities
were having a surprised “Wow” face with a smug
smile on their faces
that showed clear signs of being excited.
Some westerners may
now have this question on their mind on why I didn’t try to
refuse to
do it, or run away or argue with mom and such. That is because of the
Indian culture instilled in me. We are taught from childhood to never
argue with elders, and do what you are told to do without any questions.
When we are in the privacy of our homes, the kids will often argue with
the adults or refuse their orders, but the kids will never do it
infront of outsiders, instead they will obey whatever they are told,
even if it is the most humiliating thing in the world! But, yea there
are some spoiled kids who won’t obey and embarrass their
parents but
they were a tiny exception atleast at that time.
After about
ten minutes of me being naked, the priest said something, and mom and
aunties came around us and took us out of the stage. I felt like
“Thank
god, this is over!”, but little did I know that this was only
the
beginning. I thought we were going inside the house, but then we were
taken to the backside of the house, where we were made to sit on a
small wooden stool.
Many ladies surrounded us from all sides.
These were relatives, aunts, neighbours, mom etc. Then, someone started
shaving our head. Apparently, along with childhood possessions you
wear, one other thing you need to lose is the hair.
SHAVED HEAD
We
just sat there as our heads were getting shaved. Ladies were talking
with each other casually. My cousins, sister and a few girls had also
come there to see it. And my eyes met their eyes and I could see that
smug smile on their faces as my hair started falling all over me. I
don’t know why, but losing the hair brought tears in my
cousin
brother’s eyes, and the girls and aunties tried to comfort
him.
After our heads were fully shaved, the ladies and girls started feeling
our heads with their hands and saying how cute they look and all other
such statements. And they were giggling and gossiping like anything.
Then, they made us stand, and they poured water on us and started
washing our bodies. Like multiple ladies standing on all sides bathing
us. It felt awkward with so many hands touching me here and there. And
yes they even touched our penis, balls and ass. After a few minutes,
all the hair that fell on our body was gone, and we were clean.
Then they started rubbing Turmeric paste on our bald heads. This is a
yellow colour paste. And, they slowly started rubbing it all over our
body, like legs, chest and torso. This went on for like five minutes
but then my cousins, sister and girls took turmeric in their hands and
they also came and started rubbing, as the ladies got a bit back to
give them space. I felt very shy when they touched me, and I felt
current passing through my body.
But luckily they did not rub
our private areas other than accidental touches while doing our legs or
stomach. This went on for like 5 more minutes before some lady said
it's time to bath them. Then a couple of ladies came and started
pouring water on us, while the girls rubbed our bodies to clean us off
the turmeric paste.
This time, I could feel lots of hands
touching me everywhere, including my penis, balls and even my ass
crack! They were touching everywhere, and giggling and laughing as I
moved my body around when they touched my private parts. I felt
ticklish when someone touched there or under my arms, and I giggled and
laughed. I could clearly see the girls enjoying bathing me. They were
also talking among themselves and teasing me, but I don’t
remember what
all they said due to the full body sensation I was feeling at that time.
Then after like 10 minutes, and with pretty much every woman there
having touched our body, the bath was done. Then mom came with a towel
to dry me.
When I looked at my cousin brother, I was shocked
to see his body radiating yellowness. I looked at mine and it seemed
like our skin had become yellow tinted due to all the Tumeric that was
on our body. My cousin’s penis was also looking slightly
yellowish now.
He looked very cute like that, but anyone could tell something with his
skin colour was odd due to the yellowishness.
As soon as I was
dried fully, and cleaned up, they made some marks on our head, chest,
hands etc with Chandan(sandalwood paste), and made us wear flower
garlands and similar decorations. But we were still naked.
Then we were taken to the stage on the front side of the house where
the priest appears to be still doing something ritualistic. I felt a
new sense of shame as we appeared before the
“public” again. It all
felt fresh now. Most of the men seemed to be now enjoying the party
outside the tent in their own little groups. They seemed to not care
much about the ritual itself. I only remember my father and uncle being
there to finish off their side of the ritualistic procedures, maybe
there were more men, but I don’t remember. And they made us
sit on the
stage cross legged.
After like 20 minutes of rituals, they
asked us to stand up and someone tied some dry grass around our waist
at the place where the black thread used to be. I felt weird while
getting it tied as it was just above my flopping penis. This
didn’t
cover anything much, it was basically just like five six threads but
made of grass, and some grass sticking out was barely blocking the
direct view of my penis. But anyone could still see it clearly except
for that.
However I kinda felt a false sense of security after
wearing that. Maybe because by then I had gotten used to nudity,
especially after getting bathed by the girls, so I was no longer
feeling as much embarrassment as I earlier did, unless I looked at some
girl’s smiling face. I got too engaged in the rituals as
there were too
many instructions from the priest, so it kinda kept me busy, and thus
made me feel more okay.
I was asked various things by the
priest, and I did those. Then we were asked to beg for alms from
parents and give it to the priest. This was like a symbolic gesture of
what happened in ancient times, so the women already knew this was
going to happen, and they had plates in their hands ready to donate it
to me.
So, I walked to mom first and said what the priest
asked me to say, which basically translates to “I am begging
you to
donate something”. I felt weird saying that, but I did and
she
instantly gave me a plate full of things. I took it to the priest and
kept it infront of him. And it was embarrassing as I had to bend down
fully to keep it on the floor which felt very shameful as it exposed my
ass crack to the crowd, but I did it anyway.
Then the priest
asked us to go beg from married women, which made me feel shocked and I
stood there not able to do anything. Some aunt came near me to help and
whispered “you can go to these women” pointing at
the ladies I have to
go and ask as it was all pre-planned on who will donate. The ladies
were standing or sitting just a few feet from the stage with plates in
their hands, ready to donate in the anticipation that I would ask.
It felt really humiliating to beg, but I still did it with a shameful
face. I walk to them, and say those begging words, and they will hand
over the plate with things on it with a smile. Then I go and keep it in
front of the priest. If the plate is heavy, often I would have to sit
down, which made my legs spread and show my flopping penis in a
different angle to the viewers.
We had to beg from like 5
ladies before that part of the ritual was done. It didn’t
take too much
time but it felt nerve wracking to go inside the group of ladies and
ask this. Sometimes the ladies may tease us but generally they gave
away the plate quickly. After that, we were asked to walk with a
begging bowl in our hand and ask for monetary donations, and some would
put money in it.
I felt really humiliated when even my cousin
sisters and other girls our age put some coins in it while giggling and
laughing and teasing me. Most ladies put high amounts of currency in it
too. Fun fact, they let us keep the money we collected and it was quite
a lot for a teenage boy at that time, and my cousins and sisters were
jealous for the next few months of how I got so
“rich” suddenly.
I later learned that this process of begging exists as a way to kill
the ego of the boys and make them humble and grounded. And yes, it did
make me feel humble and my ego was already destroyed by then! It is
also done to teach the boys that there is no shame in asking for help.
Most of these ritualistic processes are like a shortcut version of what
used to happen in the life of a boy in ancient times when he went to
Gurukul(resident school) to study. The students would be staying with
the Guru and will be doing this begging for taking care of the Guru.
The current rituals were basically trying to imitate those ancient
practises in the shortest time possible.
I also learned months
later when I witnessed another boy’s such ceremony that it
was possible
to wear a small loincloth during this part of the ceremony incase the
boy is older or is too shy! But, since my entire ritual was being
planned assuming the boy to be initiated is my young cousin brother, no
one thought about it, thus I had to be fully naked too!
Then,
after another five minutes of rituals, we were asked to go to a nearby
river and take some dips and come back. Rivers are considered holy in
our culture, and a lot of our rituals involve rivers somehow including
death ceremonies for example. But, I felt very embarrassed hearing that
we have to go to the river like this.
Two guys in their 30s
and one older religious guy in his 60s came and walked in front of us
to lead the way, but along with us most of the “girl
gang” followed
behind me including my sister and a neighbor girl of my age whom I had
a crush on. Pretty much everyone else stayed back either to enjoy the
party or to prepare for the next parts of the rituals or to take care
of the guests.
WALK OF SHAME
We
were obviously naked and also barefoot. All religious events are
conducted barefoot in India. Feeling the tar of the road on my feet was
giving me a weird feeling as I was not used to walking barefoot on
roads. It was just a one and a half lane wide small road with lots of
potholes, and almost no vehicles, with traffic of one 4-wheeler every
10 minutes. There were some bikes and such, but not many. What I mean
is that it was not a big high trafficked road. There were few houses on
either side though.
The river was just over a kilometer from
my place or around a 10 minutes walk. These kinds of ceremonies are
generally held at temples near the river or at houses if it is near the
river. I think the adults didn’t even give a single thought
of two boys
having to walk naked in public for over 10 minutes each way. They were
instead interested in having a party or get-together for them to enjoy!
This shows how little they cared about male modesty, or maybe they
considered the river was close enough?
For the first time I
could sense some sort of shyness or discomfort in my cousin brother as
he looked blushed. But then I saw that the last flower of his garland
was kindof hiding his groin and his penis was visible only if one
carefully looked while he moved around. But, since I was taller, I got
no such benefit as my garland came down only till my stomach, my penis
was completely open for anyone to see.
My cousins had invited
several of her female friends to the event, all of them were gossiping
and giggling and laughing. There were two classmates who were
Shwetha’s
best friends in school who were walking very near me along with
Shwetha. They even tried to initiate small talk with me several times
but due to my embarrassment, I could never bring myself to have eye
contact with them. Then they started teasing me and giggling at their
own jokes.
But I am partly to blame for their presence there.
A few days before the ceremony, after the classes were over for that
day, me, shwetha and two of her friends were walking out of the school
together. I was also close to those two girls due to my cousin. Shwetha
asked me if she could invite those two girls to my initiation ceremony.
I said “Sure, why not” and I personally asked those
two girls to please
come.
All three girls giggled, and those two said they would
surely come, and they continued giggling and said they were infact
excited to come as they had never seen an initiation ceremony of
someone of our age group. Then all three burst into laughter. I stood
there confused, not understanding the joke, but these girls here often
giggle for no reason at all, so i didn’t think much about it.
At that time, I wondered why Shwetha is asking me whom she can invite.
Anyone in the family can invite anyone they like! That has always been
the case, even for marriages and such in our culture. Why did she need
my permission to invite, I wondered but I felt good thinking she was
considering me as some sort of authority figure. I have seen wives ask
their husbands for permissions and such. I felt kinda proud about
myself that she had now started considering me as some authority figure
to consult before taking decisions.
But now that I am walking
naked in public, I understood why she asked for my permission. She was
actually looking after me, and wanted to save me from the embarrassment
of being seen naked by my classmates. She may in fact have expected to
hear a “no” from me, so that she can deny their
request to come humbly
without appearing like a bitch purposefully blocking them out of an
event.
My cousin Riya on the other hand had invited over 7
girls from her class, and she asked no permission, but she
didn’t
actually need to take any permission, but I wanted to just mention the
difference in behaviour between Riya and Shwetha. These girls were
walking in another group along with my sister. They were gossiping
loudly among themselves and then laughing.
I overheard one
girl who is a few years older than me commenting that I had a cute
butt, and some were also commenting on my awkwardness. I caught several
girls walking infront of me taking a look at my flopping penis and
bouncing balls every now and then with a curious and lustful face.
Compared to my male cousin who is yet to reach puberty, mine was huge
and maybe they liked it, I now wonder.
As we walked on
the road, I saw a little girl around 10 years old walking with her
mother towards me from the opposite direction. I knew that girl because
she used to sit next to me sometimes in the school bus and we had
become friends as she was a transferable govt employee’s
daughter, and
she was new in the school just like me. I was like a big brother to her
and she had huge respect for me as I gave her guidance while we sat in
the bus. I felt totally embarrassed seeing her eyes move around looking
at my body with a wow face.
Then she ran towards me and asked
while laughing “Why are you walking naked on the
road?”. I had no
answer to it and was left speechless while the girls with me giggled,
and by then her mother walked forward quickly with an embarrassing
smile on her face and held her hand and took her away. I felt
“Oh no,
how will I face her ever again”.
Most of the people were not
caring much about my walk of shame, but all girls were certainly
looking. As we walked, I suddenly remembered that the next house had a
lady and her daughter giving tuition class to girls on weekends. I
hoped no one from there sees us as most of them come in our own school
bus.
As we reached near that house, my heart was beating fast, then Riya
screamed
“Sister Anjali'' two times at that house and I almost had a
heart
attack as that lady’s daughter walked out who was in 12th
grade at that
time, but she laughed seeing my nudity. And seeing her laughter, about
a dozen girls of all ages walked out and burst into laughter and that
included one of my classmates too who started talking with Shwetha and
the other two classmates. I thought “Oh god how would I go to
school
again”.
After that, there were no roads, it was a mud path
that led to the river, there were no more houses and no people around.
I was relieved that we were finally there. Then Riya came from behind
and “plaaaaaaaaap”. She slapped my ass! Every girl
there burst out in
laughter without any worry about hiding their laugh as no adult was
there to judge with those guys leading us not even caring about
anything till now. For them perhaps all of this was
children’s play and
normal noise. They just continued walking while talking about something
among themselves without even looking at us.
This gave
confidence to other girls, and “Plaaap”, a friend
of Riya slapped me on
the other cheek. Again everyone was laughing.
“Plaap”, no this time I
did not get slapped, but my cousin brother did!. And now girls were
targeting him too. It seemed like they all had got great confidence now
to do anything they want without any outsiders seeing. And, without
adults, they felt no shame in doing anything they wanted, especially
since someone among them already did it.
“Plaap, Plaap,
Plaap”, multiple girls slapped my ass but without much force
as we
walked. It was as if everyone wanted a share of the pie. I could see my
cousin brother’s ass was red as I looked at him getting
slapped there.
As I was getting slapped by few girls behind me, I abruptly stopped and
turned around and asked them to stop… but
“Plaap”, the girl who was
walking behind me intending to slap my ass instead accidentally slapped
on my groin as I cried “ouwwgghh” and instantly
bend down in pain. The
girls went into a different kindof laughter unable to control
themselves, as I stood like that for a few seconds, then
“plaaaaaap”,
“plaap”, that was my two classmates, who were till
now controlling
themselves while walking beside me, but now took the chance to slap as
I bent down.
As I looked at them in a “You too?” expression,
Riya came from forward and attempted to slap on my groin, but I bent
and moved back and she couldn’t reach. Everyone laughed more,
but
Shwetha came to her senses and said “Girls, stop it... Riya
stop it...
it's enough... you all are crossing the line”. Girls listened
to her as
they stopped harassing us, but now they started grabbing and pinching
our asses every now and then as we walked and started teasing us
Then to my horror, my penis started growing. I thought “not
now”, but
nop, I thought “Stop”, but nop it went up and got
fully hard seeing
which the girls laughed more and gossiped. My penis now bouncing and
flapping around as I walked with girls giggling all around. But luckily
the river was in sight, after two minutes we reached the river, and I
walked into water so I could hide my hard-on! All the girls were
blushing due to laughing too much. I too was blushing red due to a
different reason.
Then we took a few dips, did some basic
rituals as told by the adult guys and walked out after some time. When
coming to the river, we had garlands and some tilak marks at various
places on our body. But, while returning we had nothing. We were as
nude as we were born. Walking like that without the garland and such
made me feel more exposed and embarrassing than before.
And
while walking towards the river, my penis was atleast 30% hard making
it look big. But, now it had shrunk to its tiniest size which was
making me more conscious. But girls didn’t seem to care much.
I was
nervous if they would slap my ass again while walking but they did not.
They seemed to be engaged in their own conversations in multiple groups
and lost interest. Shwetha and the two classmates who were walking
beside me stared down at me and laughed, and that made me feel
embarrassed, but nothing else happened.
While returning, even
before we reached that tuition lady’s house, some girl came
out to
check and saw us coming and called all the girls out and they were
waiting. As we reached, some girls started talking to me, even though I
didn’t reply. I felt embarrassed when my eyes locked on to my
classmate’s eyes. She even said something to Shwetha, mocking
me. I
felt my cousin brother is lucky as he doesn't have to meet these people
on a daily basis like I do once this is over and he goes back abroad!
As we reached home, some women were standing there near the gate with
lamps and flowers in hand to welcome us. There were a few little girls
holding plates with small lamps and flowers on them. This is the
traditional way of welcoming in India. Everyone threw flowers over us
as we walked in.
I felt extremely exposed now walking
without garlands or anything on me into such a crowd of predominantly
women. I saw some people were already eating at one side. Unfortunately
the priest was also among those eating the food, thus we were asked to
wait on stage for him to come! It was very awkward just standing there
doing nothing. Most people didn’t seem to care at all, but
many girls
were staring at me and talking to each other which made me feel like
they were talking about me.
Then my mom came near the stage
along with a lady and her daughter, both were dressed well in
partyware. The girl was very beautiful and was dressed more modern than
other girls perhaps because she is from a big city. My mom then went on
to introduce her as a relative who had come from a city just for
attending my ceremony. Since I was in Canada for most of my life, I
didn’t know everyone thus needed introductions. In my mind, I
was like
“Mom please not now!” but I didn’t say
that and just said “thanks”. Her
daughter’s eyes were going all over my body shamelessly.
HUMILIATING INTERACTION
She
then asked me normal questions you ask kids like which school I am in
and then later said “I see you didn’t have any
problem adjusting to our
culture after coming back from Canada”. And she started
laughing along
with my mom and two aunts standing nearby as I realized she was joking
about my nudity. She continued “That’s very
good” and then she
introduced her daughter in a way that she was expected to talk to me
and become friends.
Her daughter awkwardly asked “which grade
you are studying in”. I could sense a bit of nervousness in
her voice.
Till now, I didn’t have to talk to anyone, but now I felt
like I was
forced to talk when she again asked “Which grade?”
a bit loudly. I
replied “8th”, and then she replied excitedly
“Oh, I am in 8th grade
too”, that made me even more embarrassed knowing she is the
same age as
me.
I was standing there awkwardly not knowing what to say,
and in that silence, I overheard my mom talking to her mom on the side,
my mom was saying “I was worried he wouldn’t agree
to do the ceremony
as he is not used to nudity like the boys here, infact I myself have
not seen him naked since so many years, so I was worried he
wouldn’t do
it. And, I am proud he took it so well, he certainly has not forgotten
our culture and habits''.
Meanwhile her daughter continued to
do small talk with me by coming a step forward so moms can’t
hear our
talk. But it made me nervous to stand so close to a girl. I was
intuitively reluctant to talk, but she kept prodding me and once she
got to know me, she felt more confident talking to me as we became
kinda friends and I also became okay to talk. After she overheard the
same comment of my mom, she came closer to me and enquired in a lower
voice “Don’t you feel shy standing naked infront of
so many people? I
would be so embarrassed if I was standing naked like that in your
position, and I wouldn’t be able to do it''.
I felt very
embarrassed at that moment and it felt like my face was burning hot.
After a few seconds, I replied in a nervous voice “yes I feel
very shy
but what can I do” hearing that she chuckled and said
“Aww poor you”.
This was the first time someone asked about my shyness, maybe because
she is a city girl and is not used to seeing many naked boys.
Then she continued after thinking a bit “But, then how did it
feel
walking naked on the road”, she asked while laughing, clearly
teasing
me. I stood there looking down in embarrassment and didn’t
answer. She
continued “Come on, tell me”. I said
“Embarrassing”, and she giggled as
if she was expecting it.
Then she continued “How did it feel
getting slapped on the ass by girls”, I didn’t want
to answer any more
of her teasing questions, but she kept prodding me, and I said
“Humiliating” in a low voice as she giggled as if
she was getting some
satisfaction from my humiliation. Then when she was about to ask
something I said “Please stop… I am really
embarrassed…I don’t want to
talk”.
She giggled and asked “then why did you agree to
this?”. I embarrassingly replied that “I
didn’t know I had to be naked
for this ceremony”. She burst into laughter while still
trying to hide
her laugh with her hands and asked “How could you not know?
Boys always
get naked in such ceremonies”.
There was a pause of a few
seconds in our conversation as I didn’t have a reply and I
looked
downwards with a sad face and as the silence became awkward, she felt
bad for me and tried to comfort me “It’s ok, you
are a boy and unlike
girls it's ok for boys to be naked, no one cares, I just asked that
question as I haven’t seen a boy in our age range naked
before”.
Well, that attempt at comforting me made it more embarrassing for me,
and after a bit more of silence, she felt it too and tried to correct
it by saying “I mean I like what you are doing here, and I am
sure
everyone here likes it too, look everyone is happy and enjoying the
party, okay?”. I still didn’t look comforted.
She continued
“And as about teasing, it is in a girl’s blood to
tease, we can’t help
it. And girls are only doing it just for momentary fun and they are not
being mean. So there is nothing for you to worry about”.
She
then came forward nearer to me so that her mom wouldn't overhear and
said “Really, don’t worry, you look
cute”. She said it to probably ease
me and for the first time I actually felt good hearing that.
She looked down for a second like how shy Indian girls do but I felt
nervous as it felt like she was looking at my groin and my penis
twitched but she continued by saying “he looks cute
too” and then she
chuckled. I looked at her and smiled and I felt a sense of sexual
tension between us as she was standing barely a feet away. At that time
I thought she was talking about my cousin brother being cute as he was
listening to our conversation standing beside me, but later I felt she
was saying my penis looks cute in an indirect way.
Then after
another big awkward pause of silence she asked “Do you have a
girlfriend?” to continue the conversation. This is generally
a question
meant to tease or poke boys in India as no boy in the rural villages
had a girlfriend as the concept of girlfriends didn’t exist
there. I
shrugged and said “no” to which she replied
“aww, how can such a cute
boy not have a girlfriend”. My penis twitched again but she
probably
didn’t notice.
By then, her mom was done talking with my mom
as her husband came to the stage and stood near her, he intervened and
said they would be leaving once my event was over, and that he had come
there to say Bye. It is a custom for atleast one person in every family
to come and say bye personally before leaving, and she was basically
trying to get it over with as early as possible as otherwise she may
have to wait for her chance.
My mom asked me to touch their
feet to get their blessings. It is customary in our culture to bend
over and touch the feet of elderly relatives when they leave. It is
generally not done to everyone and is mostly reserved for very old
people and those leaving on a long journey.
I have done this
countless times without a thought but this time it felt very
humiliating to do it naked. At first I touched her husband’s
feet, he
touched my head to give blessings and said best of luck, then my cousin
did the same and he left the stage to probably talk with other men.
Then as I bent down to touch her feet, she touched my head, then as I
got up, she pulled me forward holding both my shoulders and hugged me.
I saw her daughter chuckling and trying to hide her laughter.
She probably didn’t think a bit about my nudity and for her I
may be
just another child and this is just another motherly hug for her but I
felt very awkward at that moment as my penis was pressing against her
saree. I didn’t know what to do, so I didn’t
resist. Her hands were
holding and caressing my backside just below my head. She was telling
me some motherly words like how good a boy I was and how thin I was but
I don’t remember what exactly she said due to my
embarrassment.
The hug may have lasted only for like 5 seconds but it felt like a long
hug. I was blushing at that time, even that girl was blushing after
smiling so much. She then left me and I moved back, and she said to my
mother “Don’t you give him any food, he is so
thin” which is a popular
rhetoric said by most aunts, grandmas and ladies here. But this made my
mom, her daughter, and a few ladis standing by to all look at my body
up-and-down.
Some lady remarked “He is growing up fast, isn’t
he”, which had double meaning and all the ladies laughed.
Then her mom
said to me “You should come and stay with us during your next
vacation
and I will make you fat”. Well, at that time in India all
ladies used
to love to say that.
My cousin brother then proceeded to touch
her feet and she hugged him too and seeing that made me feel even more
embarrassed but somehow my penis was now at 20% hard and sticking out
of my body but still pointed downwards. Maybe her hug did it or it was
the sexual tension with her daughter, I don’t know.
Then her
daughter squished and pinched his cheeks with both her hands as she
told “ohh you are so cute”. Girls here in India
atleast during that
time used to love doing that to younger boys.
Then that lady
talked to my mom about something and walked away while the girl first
came to my ears and said “I too slapped your ass”,
then she giggled.
That made my penis twitch and started to grow, as she ran away and was
still looking towards me with a smug face and laughing. Maybe she was
looking at my now bigger penis as I was around 40% hard. Maybe she
feels proud that she did it. I don’t know if she was caring
about me or
enjoying my embarrassment. Maybe knowing that I am shy made her enjoy
it more! But, I certainly felt attracted to her.
Three or four
more families came to say bye and I awkwardly touched their feets, but
now with a 40% hard penis which was flopping around, but that went
uneventfully except that I was distracted by that girl sitting in the
front row and smiling and giggling along with a few other girls
including my cousins and sister. She was telling something to the girls
and they were all laughing hearing that. I think she was telling them
about her conversation with me about how I was embarrassed and how I
didn’t know I had to be naked for this ceremony.
The girls
here love to gossip to other girls about such incidents. They were all
laughing and giggling as she kept talking to her. They were also
staring at our groin as we bent down to touch the feet.
Then
that lady and her husband again came to the stage and asked my
cousin’s
mom if they could take a group photo of all the kids together as they
were about to leave. They said they have a train to catch and
can’t
wait any longer. I saw that he was holding a camera. It was rare to
have cameras during that time in India, but someone in every family had
one, usually the city folks. And they were kinda expected to bring it
and take photos of events.
I kindof panicked but my cousin’s
mom said “yes that is a good idea, please take one group
photo before
you leave” and called all the kids sitting in the front row
and asked
them to stand next to us on the stage. It is rare for photos to be
taken in those times, and if someone had a camera, everyone wanted
their families and kids photos to be shot. This guy had actually taken
a few candid shots of the ceremony before too, I just didn’t
mention it
at that time to not interrupt the flow of the story.
PHOTO SHOOT
Me
and my cousin were standing in the front center, there might be around
30 kids of all age ranges standing there. There were both small 5 year
olds and 20 year old college kids. Her husband made each child stand at
certain positions. Taller kids were sent behind, and the shorter ones
stood at the front. It took sometime to arrange everyone into the frame.
My cousin Riya was standing next to me. She was always the naughty girl
in the house. She didn’t have any inhibitions in doing
whatever she
wanted. That guy told us to stand still for the photo, and then Riya
started pinching me on my bum, not hard but teasing me to see my
expression. Since no one can see her hands, she was safe to do that. I
tried to pull her hands away but to no avail. Then the photo was shot.
She said “So you are embarrassed, huh?” near my
ears and left laughing.
We posed for two snaps of the same photo.
Then once the kids
left the stage, another photo was taken with my mom, that lady, her
daughter and a few other aunts standing together. This time her
daughter was standing next to me and her frocks were touching the side
of my leg which gave a weird sensation that made me like 40% hard. I
panicked as I didn’t want to get a full hardon, but luckily
it didn’t
happen. Most men including my father and uncles were still discussing
politics and other stuff outside the tent and thus they were not a bit
interested in these activities.
And by then the priest came
back and we did some more rituals for 2 minutes and then we were given
new clothes and declared we have come of age. I wore the dress quickly.
At that time, I felt angry at the priest for making us wait like that
for 10-15 minutes infront of everyone just for this small ritual that
hardly lasted 2 minutes before giving us clothes. But then we stood
there for another hour meeting guests and touching their feet and then
the event was over.
CONCLUSION
Then
we went to have food, and later went to play with the kids. Most boys
didn’t seem to care that I was just naked on stage. Girls had
a funny
look when they looked at me, and that made me feel shy. They always
giggled unnecessarily while talking to me and I would find it difficult
to reply thus making mistakes or stuttering. My cousins and sister kept
mocking me for a while by re-telling various parts of the incident from
their perspective while we were playing.
Even after the event
was over, and everyone left, Shwetha and Riya kept on mocking me,
calling me “Little nude boy”(It sounds better in
our language) for the
rest of the day and talking about my embarrassment. I was now sure that
the city girl indeed told them everything, and I felt anger at her for
leaking my private conversation with them. That night I slept with
concerns on how I will face these people again.
I will
discuss the aftermath of this event in the next chapter explaining in
detail how everyone interacted with me from the next day. But to keep
it short, nothing really changed and everyone treated me the same way
as before. Adults didn’t even care a bit, while some peers
had some fun
in the moment but they didn’t think any less of me and I
didn’t notice
any change in their interaction with me. Though, my cousins continued
to tease me by retelling their version of the story for several weeks
whenever they wanted to poke me, and I would blush with embarrassment
every time.
It seems like nobody really cared much about my
nudity except for myself and my cousins who just used it as a way to
tease me as they knew they could get a reaction out of me. Some of my
peers had some fun at the moment at my expense, but otherwise nothing
really changed in my relationship with them or the way they treated or
respected me.
It was an interesting event and I am glad I was
part of it. I gained a lot more confidence about myself after that and
was a more open person in general. I was also able to talk to girls
more easily after that. It was a life changing experience for me.
After this event, I started attending all the initiation ceremonies of
other boys whenever we were invited. Earlier, I used to not be much
interested in going to any kindof events, and it was just my parents
who used to go.
Over the years I have witnessed over three
dozen such events, but most of them were for boys aged around 10 to 12.
And most of them were held at temples near rivers where nudity exists
only for a few minutes. I have seen upto 16 year old boys doing it near
the river. But many of them wear a tiny piece of cloth that barely
covers their penis during the majority of the rituals, and get fully
naked only for a few minutes when it's required.
There were
some which were held in houses like mine, but there were not as many
attendees. I recall only a handful of events where the boy was over 14
and the event was held at home, but in most cases their homes were just
two minutes walk from the river, and they were simple events with about
30 to 50 people attending it.
I remember an event like that
one year after my event where the boy was 14, and this time I was there
with my cousins and sisters who were also attending it and I
experienced what it is like to be an attendee in such events. While
most boys were playing outside, I sat there near the girls.
At
one point, while we were sitting there and he was standing naked, I
overheard my cousins discussing his body and giggling. One thing I
remember is Riya casually saying “Don’t you think
his thing is quite
big for his age” and then several girls giggling trying to
hide
laughter with their hands.
But the boy didn’t really seem to
be embarrassed or caring much. He maybe used to nudity. And girls were
talking about other unrelated stuff too, and the naked boy topic only
came occasionally as part of their small-talk gossip. Some girl was
also telling them a story that this boy had a crush on some girl in
their class and all.
Whenever such events happen, I recollect
my own memories and imagine what if I was that boy. Over the years, the
ceremonies have also changed or modernized. I have witnessed some
events in recent years where the boy’s towel is never removed
until he
takes the dips in the river, comes back to the place where rituals are
held, and then his towel is removed only for a few seconds and he is
given new clothes. The concept of Male modesty has been slowly adopted
by some people especially those living in the cities due to the
influence from the West.
AFTERWORD
Now
many many years have passed since my initiation ceremony yet I still
cherish those memories. This incident is what brought my interest into
CFNM and this forum.
I still have some more stories to share, and if you liked this story,
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next chapter which is planned to be the “Aftermath of this
story” that
mentions small changes in my relationship with Shwetha and Riya and
also discusses about similar nude initiation ceremonies that happen
across the world that I researched in depth after my humiliation. It
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