By Victor Eastman
victoreastman@hotmail.com
Copyright 2023 by Victor Eastman fox, 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.
Day One of Pledge Week
My name is Victor and I was eleven
years old when I foolishly let my curiosity and naughty feelings and
fantasies get the better of me as I stumbled into an incredible
humiliating experience of my own making. It was early summer and I
would be going into fifth grade come September when six older lads and
I are hanging out in a forested part of a very large park several
blocks from my house. These guys were smoking cigarettes that Ted, the
oldest kid in the group, swiped from his dad. Ted was telling dirty
jokes, bragging about how far he’d gotten girls to go on dates. He
claimed to have seen their bare breasts and had even fingered the
bald-shaven pussy of a girl in grade 7. Ted then went on to fill the
gang in on details about what his older cousin told him about
fraternity hazing at Yale and what their pledges had to go through.
“During Pledge Week”, said Ted, “Fraternity
members at many colleges get to make the new boys do their bidding for
seven days as long as it's not dangerous or illegal. They’re able to
get away with all sorts of gross and even raunchy stuff because
initiation details can't be revealed to anyone except Frat members or anyone who has agreed to take part in the task rituals. And they all must keep it to themselves. Of course, the pledge must promise to keep everything secret too.
Some of the stuff Ted talks about is simple, embarrassing stuff, like
the pledge having to attend fraternity meetings in the nude during
Pledge Week, and that sometimes sorority girls would be present and
allowed to join in inflicting humiliating tasks on the pledge.
On this particular day, the guys I'm with each say they can't wait to
get into college so they can initiate some younger guys with really
embarrassing pledge tasks. They’re fascinated with the idea of making a
younger guy go through such an initiation. They’re egging each other on
with imagined scenarios most of which bordered on the gross and
disgusting and all of the tasks were humiliating. They get into a sort
of competition to see how gross and raunchy the pledge initiation would
be if they were in charge and how much fun it would be to make the poor
sap do everything they order him to do.
That's when I pipe up with, "So, what's stopping you from doing that now?” There's puzzled looks on their faces of everyone. I go on to explain, "
If, as you say, you guys would really enjoy making a younger guy
embarrass the hell out of himself because he's pledged to do as he's
told, why don't we all just pretend we're our own fraternity, or club,
or gang or whatever and pick one of us to be the pledge and have him
swear to obey the orders of everybody else? Why just talk about it?
Let's really do it!"
Ted smirks at me and says, " And
who do you think is dumb enough to be the pledge? Really! I mean would
you put yourself in that position... not knowing what humiliating and
gross stuff you'd be made to do?"
And I sheepishly answer, "
Well, actually, while you were describing some of the stuff they did at
Yale, I was wondering just how far would I go to get in that fraternity
if I had to do whatever I was told... you
know, nothing dangerous or illegal like you said, but super
embarrassing. And, you know, I 'm not sure, but I think I could handle
a full week of humiliating, gross and maybe even raunchy stuff."
I'm beginning to blush as I turn my head away and I add.... " especially if I had to do that stuff in front of girls. "
As
I'm saying all this it becomes clear to everyone that I'm breathing
heavily and I'm blushing deep red. Still, I go on to admit some of my,
until then, secret feelings. " I think I might actually enjoy being the pledge. “ I confess.“
At least as much, if not more, than you guys would enjoy spending a
whole week initiating me in the most humiliating way you can think of."
My lips form a small smile, my eyes slowly move from one guy then the
next and as they end up gazing at Ted I wink and then my voice goes
soft to a near whisper as I add, " I don't know how far you'd be willing to my initiation, but I'd like to see if I can go as far as you guys want to take it."
Then Ted takes over. " Okay,
Victor. We're going to take a vote now. All those in favor of accepting
Victor as a pledge who will obey any and all orders for a week from any
club member, say AYE. "
Each guy shouts 'Aye' Then I take a deep breath, lick my dry lips and swallow hard and then shout, " Aye, Sir! "
Ted then confers with all the other guys and quickly writes down stuff
on a sheet a paper and folds the paper in half concealing the words
he’s written. Then in large capital letters he writes on the blank side
of the folded paper, ‘PLEDGE INSTUCTIONS’. The first initiation task
starts off almost at once with my having to walk over to the playground
section of the park just 20 or so yards away and in plain view of
several kids of various ages.
I am to go up to any girls
there and tell them I am pledging the Naughty Boys Club, that I am a
naughty little boy who must learn to do as he is told ( especially by
girls who know what's best to do with naughty little boys) and ask them
if they would be willing to help me with my pledge initiation, and
could they please read my PLEDGE INSTRUCTIONS sheet silently among
themselves and then decide what they would like to do with a naughty little boy who needs to learn a lesson. And then please teach me to do as I'm told.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a spanking (probably on the bare) and
that will be my first task of the day done. Piece of cake! So, I wander
down to the playground area and by the set of swings and monkey bars I
see a few boys my age and several girls who look older and much taller
than me. I go up to the biggest girl there and repeat the lines just as
Ted made me memorize and hand over the pledge sheet on instructions. I
wait with baited breath. Actually, I'm breathing rapidly as I'm anxious
to see what they're going to do.
The girls start whispering
among themselves. The tallest girl there quietly reads the pledge
instructions to all the other girls. This girl, Lynn, turns out to be
15 years old and is at the park to look after her younger sister. She
reads the instructions which only take a minute or so, but all the
girls begin giggling and their smirks and chatter goes on for another
five minutes.
At last, stepping toward me and followed by a
crowd of eight girls, Lynn introduces herself and tells me she and the
rest of the girls would be happy to help me with my pledge. Then she
has all the girls surround me in a circle facing me but giving me
enough room to move around. Then Lynn begins to tell me what the Pledge
Instruction sheet says:
" It says here your name is
Victor... you're eleven years old, you are a very naughty little boy
who must be punished in a most embarrassing way. Is that true, Victor?"
I nod and reply 'yes'.
Lynn smiles and in a sweet voice says, "
Good! Because the next line on your instruction sheet simply says, and
I quote, 'Have fun, girls! Do whatever you want to him. Go ahead, make
it like a girl's dream come true when she's been put in charge of a
naughty boy in need of a sound spanking and humiliating punishments.'
So, Victor, I think I speak for all of us ( AND GIRLS EVERYWHERE ) when
I say that we are going to have a lot of fun … and, you are going find
out just how naughty girls can be."
Then Lynn says to me, "
You have a choice, Victor: either (A), take off all your clothes right
now and hand them over to us for safe keeping. Don't worry, if you
choose ‘A’, I promise we won’t run off with any of your clothes. It’s
either that or (B), we rip off all your clothes, tie your hands behind
your back, spank you, strap you and whip you buck naked and then we run
away taking all your clothes with us. Choose NOW!"
It
takes me less than a minute to strip and hand over my clothes. I stand
naked inside a circle of grinning, giggling girls who have just heard
that I must do whatever I'm told. I am nervous but not scared. I feel
excited and on the edge of not knowing what's going to happen, but,
strangely eager for it to happen.
Lynn smiles and whispers in
my ear that she will make sure my initiation is the fulfillment of her
personal dream of how she would punish a naughty little boy. Then she
uses my shoe laces to tie my hands behind my back. The girls then line
up to take turns spanking me as I lie naked over their laps as they are
sitting on the park bench behind the swings. Some swats are rapid and
sharp, others are slow and lingering as girls’ palms softy caress by
bare butt cheeks before a hard, stinging slap smacks down hard. Each
girl’s turn includes over a dozen swats and much butt cheek grabbing,
pinching and anal exploration. When my buttock cheeks start to glow and
I'm near tears, they stop spanking and untie my hands. Because then
it's time for my strapping.
First, they walk me to the edge
of the park woods but still on public view. I'm told to brace myself
against a poplar tree trunk as my hands push me arm's length out as I
stand on my tip-toes. The strapping is done with my leather belt
doubled over. They each get ten whacks. After that my instrument of
pledge punishment goes from my belt to my shoe laces as my ruddy butt
cheeks acquire stripes marking lace lashes...ten from each girl.
My ass really hurts now and I'm sure it's fire engine red. Which is
nothing compared with what comes next. I'm made to turn around, spread
my legs wide and spread my butt cheeks with my left hand and then
slowly insert my finger pushing it in and out of my ass hole until it's
a fully up. I stand for a few minutes finger butt-fucking myself as the
girls are laughing their heads off.
But then it gets worse.
I am told to grab my tiny dick and yank it up toward my belly and ‘play
with myself, thus better exposing my balls dangling between my legs.
The girls now use my belt to strap my thighs and occasionally lightly
touch on my unprotected bald balls. Next, shoe laces are used to whip
my thighs. As my legs are far apart, I can’t shift them enough to
protect by balls from the repeated lashes of my shoe laces. Thankfully,
most strokes are light and not that painful.
When my butt is
bright red and sore and I'm bawling like a baby, they retie my hands
very tight behind my back with the laces, then they escort me to the
swing set where I must sit for five painful minutes. After which I am
pushed through to the middle of the monkey bars and made to kneel.
That's when I realize that Lynn had deceived me as the girls gather up
all my clothes and I cry as I watch them rip my clothes to shreds then
run away, leaving me to run home buck-naked with my hands tied behind
my back. And that was just Day One of Pledge Week.