Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2018 20:48:31 -0600
From: Travis Blank <travisblank9@gmail.com>
Subject: Destiny Part 2

	I had started to put my underwear on when Carl told me that we are
not allowed to wear anything after a punishment and that we would have to
sleep naked.  I looked at him strangely and was about to question him when
he just shrugged and headed to the bed.  Remembering the incident in the
bath, I decided it best not to ask why.

	I got into bed with Carl following me.  We were both laying on our
backs.  There were so many things I had wanted to ask him and when I said
his name, he told me to shut up and go to sleep as he quietly whimpered to
himself.

	Some time later, Bill came into our room and pulled the covers back
to check if we were naked.  I was vaguely aware of him as I had long been
asleep.  He said something and Carl got out of bed and followed him out.  I
don't know how long he was gone and was woken as he climbed back into bed.
I asked him where he went and he replied to shut up and go to sleep.  I had
no idea what was going on and was afraid and intimidated to ask anything.

	When Bill and Carl came into my life, my mother, at his insistence,
signed me up for summer camp at the YMCA.  It was not really a camp, just
day care basically while she worked.  Carl was signed up with me and my
sister was signed up at the YWCA.  Ages were from seven to 16.  They
actually did have a camping portion to the program.  On weekends, boys 10
and older were allowed to go camping at the Y's rural campsite and Carl was
signed up to attend, although I could tell he didn't want to go.  I was
just 8 and had just finished third grade and really wanted to go, but was
always told no.  I turned 9 that summer but still was not old enough for
the actual camping weekends.

 	The program was OK.  There were sports and various activities, like
arts and crafts, archery and such.  A big park was nearby that we went to
when the weather was clear.  I enjoyed it and had become friends with a boy
named Dennis.  He was my age and size.  We were both smaller than others
our age, which made us prone to abuse and hazing.  This was the era when
boys dealt with it.  There was no telling to adults that you were being
bullied like things are today.  It was a passage of boyhood and you were
expected to deal with it.  Or not.  Carl pretty much tried to stay on his
own, although he did eventually pall up with a couple of other boys, one
older and one his age, that he knew before he moved in with us.  I don't
think he liked them though.

	The best thing was the swimming.  For the last two hours we got to
swim in the big indoor pool.  I had just finished swimming lessons as well
which made it even more fun.  Dennis and I would hang out together in the
pool and just stayed to ourselves.  One day, a few older boys decided it
would be fun to strip some younger boys while in the pool.  Of course
Dennis and I were chosen along with a few other boys.  Three older boys
each took on each of us and stripped us of our swimsuits then threw them
into the spectator section.  We had to retrieve them ourselves.  This was
during the time when there were only men and boys who went to the YMCA.  It
was not a women's work out center and child development center like it is
today.  And during this time, only the boys from the camping program were
allowed in the pool along with the counselors and lifeguards, which found
the hazing to be quite funny.  While the other three boys found the
stripping to be fun and then went up naked to reclaim their suits while
strutting and showing themselves amid the cheers and clapping from the
other boys, Dennis and I huddled in a corner of the pool the object of
everyone's enjoyment.  Finally one of the lifeguards told us to go get our
suits and after some hesitation we got out and started running to the
spectator area while covering our genitals with both hands.  The lifeguard
immediately blew his whistle at us for running, which was the ultimate
no-no at the pool.  We were called over to his platform with our hands over
our very small penises and were scolded for running.  We were then told to
stand with our backs to the platform with our hands on our heads for the
remainder of the swim time, which was close to another hour.  The other
boys were thrilled and whistled and jeered at us, each making it a
necessity to come by for a closer look at our naked bodies.  Dennis and I
were both on the verge of tears, but received no sympathy from the
counselors or lifeguards.  They just told us to buck up and that it was all
in good fun.  Finally we were allowed to retrieve our suits and get
changed, although it did not lessen the laughs and jeers from a locker room
full of naked boys who made a point of laughing at us.

	The next day had the same result and once the other boys discovered
that they would not be in trouble for their actions, it became a daily
occurrence.  Soon the other boys were forgotten and it was just me and
Dennis.  One day they took our suits before we even got past the showers,
so we both just headed back to the locker room to dress and just wait for
the end of the day.  The counselors had different plans and said we had to
go swimming and as we had no suit we would just have to swim naked.  I'm
not sure why it was so embarrassing as I had been stripped and made to
stand naked by the lifeguard on several occasions, but when you are one of
two boys who is naked and 40 others have swimsuits on, it seemed to make a
difference.  Dennis and I both had to swim naked for the remainder of the
season as well having to stand by the lifeguard platform with hands on head
to be ogled by everyone, man and boy, with an occasional boy added to the
fun now and then.  Carl was even stripped at times by his friends and while
they quite enjoyed it, he did not seem to get the same fun.  At times, he
too had to stand at the lifeguard platform facing the boys with his hands
on his head.

	I was amazed at the difference in all the boys.  We had to change
in one big locker room.  There were no privacy stalls like there are today.
This was the first time I had seen a boy with hair around his penis and it
amazed me how different the boys were.  Some were just beginning to have
little bits of hair, some had quite a bit but not a full bush, but the
older boys had massive amounts of hair around their penis as well as arm
pit hair and some even had substantial hair growth on their bodies.  I now
understood why Carl took it so hard being shaved by his dad.  Boys his age
were supposed to have hair.  Carl was often teased for not having any hair
being that he was 14.  But it didn't seem to be all that serious and most
boys soon forgot about him.

	Another amazing thing to me were the difference in sizes to a boys'
penis.  Some were quite large, while others were quite small, like mine and
Dennis'.  Ours was barely a nub compared to other boys our age.  Carl was
probably among the middle of the group although his did seem smaller than
other boys his age.

	Carl would often disappear with his two friends at various times of
the day and be gone for 30 minutes or even longer.  The other boys seemed
to be in a good mood when they came back, but Carl always looked down and
sad.  Sometimes other boys would go with them.  I had asked once where he
went but he would only tell me to shut up and mind my business.

	The summer finally ended thus ending my daily embarrassment and
humiliation in the pool.  Carl seemed to be happy that the summer was over
as well.  I had turned 9 and began fourth grade.  With fourth grade we
started taking PE on a regular basis and had to change into our PE clothes
which consisted of white shorts and t-shirt.  I liked the changing part
looking at all the other boys in their underwear.  All but two boys wore
plain white briefs like me, which was the norm during that era.  One boy
wore white boxers and another wore briefs that had a plain white seat but
the front would have different geometric designs or colored lines and the
sort.  He was a stand out and got teased but I liked his underwear and
wished I too had some like them.  At least their attention was directed at
him and not me. Often I wondered what the other boys looked like without
any clothes.  Even though I was in a new year at school, most of the boys I
was in third grade with where also in my fourth grade class and I was still
ranked out at times and forced to wet myself.  I had extra clothes at
school, but would still get swats from the PE teacher each time.  The boys
loved watching me get it on my bare butt.

	One day I had forgotten my PE kit and was still in my clothes when
the teacher came to get us to go out.  He asked why I wasn't ready and when
I told him I had forgotten my kit, he said it was too bad, but I had to
participate and would just have to go in my underwear.  The other boys
found it exciting and hilarious.  I found it dreadful.  The teacher said he
didn't know why I should be so embarrassed as I had been in my underwear on
several occasions in front of both boys and girls when I had wet my pants,
so he saw no reason not to do class that way.  I was laughed at and teased
all during class by both the boys and girls.  Much to my embarrassment and
to the amusement of my classmates I had to do class on many occasions in my
underwear, after my four swats, as my PE kit would somehow disappear from
my locker.  I had told the teacher that someone was taking it but he did
not believe me.  Once you have the rep like I had, who really cared.

	Bill and Carl moved in with us shortly after the school year began.
Carl was older and went to the junior high along with my sister.  Bill
would take me and Carl swimming on Wednesday nights at the Y, which was
called free swim as it was not separated into lanes for lap swim, just open
swimming.  This was in the era when nude swimming was allowed, if not
encouraged for men and especially boys.  Carl and I were made to swim nude,
while Bill had a swimsuit on.  Some men swam in the nude.  It occurs to me
now that they were probably single or married gay men who liked to see the
naked men and boys.  It seemed like all boys there with a parent or
guardian or whatever had to swim nude as well.  Only a few wore swimsuits.
The difference of the men and boys was amazing to me.  Big, small, hairy,
smooth.  You could tell Carl was embarrassed being 14 and having no hair.
I doubt if anyone knew he was shaved, but some of the men might have as
they seemed to like looking at him quite a bit.  But it seemed to me that
there were other boys there his age that did not have hair, be it natural
or forced, I had no idea.

	Life went on like that for a few months, until one dreadful day my
world came crashing down around me.  I had been ranked out and made to wet
myself as was fairly normal for me, but I had forgotten my wet clothes at
school.  Right before dinner, there was a knock at the door and Carl and I,
just in our underwear, were told to get the door.  It gave Bill a great
deal of pleasure to see us at the door in our underwear and embarrassed
while talking to whomever was there.  At the door this time, was Greg, a
boy who was in my class and one of my main tormenters, and his older
brother, Russell, who was the same age as Carl, who apparently knew him
from his school.  They lived just down the street from us, but we never had
anything to do with each other outside school.  I was not happy to see Greg
and Carl did not seem all that pleased to see Russell either.  They both
broke out in hilarious laughter seeing that we had to answer the door in
our underwear.  Bill came to see the commotion at which point, Greg was all
too happy to hand over my wet clothes and explain, in great detail between
laughs, just why they were wet.  He also took pleasure in admitting that he
was the one taking my kit and that I would have to do PE in just my
underwear and that I would get four swats from the PE teacher each time I
wet myself or did not have my kit.  It was one of the few times I had seen
a smile on Bill's face as he listened to Greg's admission as to what the
boys at school had been doing to me.  I thought that this was good as now
he would put a stop to it and Greg and the others would be in trouble.
Boy, was I wrong.

	Bill almost seemed delighted at what Greg and the others would do
to me and even ended up thanking him for telling about it.  I knew I felt
miserable and Carl looked miserable as well as Russell stared and smirked
at us standing in our underwear.  Bill even invited them both in to talk
about things at school, much to mine and Carl's dread and much to Greg's
and Russell's delight.  Russell even told Bill how Carl gets ranked out in
the locker room and stripped because he doesn't have any pubes.  Apparently
he is one of about four out of 35 boys who doesn't have pubes.  Bill took
great delight in telling Russell and Greg that Carl was shaved and is not
allowed to have pubes.  You just knew Russell was going to get a lot of
milage out of that the next day at school.  Greg was also very interested
and pleased with that idea.

	To our dismay, Bill invited Russell and Greg to dinner as it was
just us.  My mother was at school and my sister was at one of her friends
doing some sort of study group and they would not be back till 10 o'clock
or so.  The boys ran home to check then were back in less than 10 minutes
with big shit-eating grins.  Carl and I were not allowed to sit at the
table, but had to stand at the table to eat and had to stand there with our
hands behind our backs until Bill and the others were seated then given
permission to eat.  Permission seemed to be somewhat delayed tonight as
Bill and the two boys started eating.  Both boys thought it was great that
we had to stand and could not hide their enjoyment.  Bill was very frank
with them on how we were treated, controlled and punished.  We were
miserable as we heard him talk about us as we were not even there, much to
both Russell's and Greg's pleasure.  We were totally humiliated when Bill
told them that he also bathed us and would be doing so after dinner and
that they were more than welcome to watch.  What boy would give up that
invitation with the realization of the advantage that it would give them
over us.

	Bill took the two boys into the living room and talked while Carl
and I cleared and washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen.  When finished, we
were told to get ready for our bath, which totally took the wind out of
Carl who was visibly shaken.  We quietly and slowly walked out back to our
room and undressed and got fresh underwear and started back to the house
naked only to see the three of them standing at the back door watching us
with huge grins on their faces.

	Carl started running the bath water as Bill invited the two boys to
sit on the counter, which was directly opposite the bath, where they could
watch the proceedings.  Bill handed his razor to Russell asking him to hold
for him until he needed it.  Much to Russell's delight, he smirked at Carl
as he entered the bath and took position with his legs spread and hands
behind his head.  I looked at the two boys then at Bill, pleading with my
eyes for them not to be there.  He smacked my leg and told me to get in the
bath before he spanked me.  Greg loved it and mentioned I probably needed a
spanking any way.  Bill agreed with him.  There we were, two naked ,
red-faced boys standing face-to-face with our hands behind our heads and
legs spread wide as our nemesis from school watched with huge smiles while
they whispered to each other.

	I was first as Bill started to wash me while talking to our
`guests'.  They were very intrigued and amused at our misfortune as they
watched Bill slowly wash me all over with his hands.  Washing my genitals
was extremely funny and exciting to the boy visitors.  As if things could
not be worse, Bill asked Greg if he would like to wash me.  With a smile so
big, it would put the Great Pumpkin to shame, he was down in a flash
kneeling beside Bill.  So my bath started over, this time with Greg washing
me all over with his bare hands.  He was very meticulous with my penis and
testicles, ensuring they were extra clean.  Then the dreaded backside, when
I was told to turn around and bend over.  Bill lathered up his fingers and
entered me, much to the astonishment of Russell and Greg, while although
surprised, seemed to take it in stride with the other things they had
learned about us that night.  Bill told them how important it was to clean
us as we could not do it well enough on our own.  The embarrassment and
humiliation was unending, until Greg asked if he could also wash me
`there'.  Bill was very pleased with his question and said he could and
should and instructed him to lather up his first two fingers then just push
them in.  He did!  And did he ever enjoy it.  My humiliation was complete
as I stood bent over with my hands against the wall as a boy from my class
fingered my asshole.

	After Greg finished and cleaned his fingers, I was told to turn
back around.  I reassumed the standard position with my face bright red and
tears streaming down my checks.  Bill smacked my legs a couple of times and
told me not to be a baby and washed my face.  If I was humiliated and
embarrassed, that was a mere understatement as to the expression Carl's
face as he realized that Russell would also be given the chance to not only
wash him, but to shave him as well.  You'd think the two boys had just
entered heaven.

	After Bill congratulated Greg on doing a great job, he turned to
Russell and asked if he would like to help wash Carl.  Russell was down
kneeling next to Bill before he even finished the sentence.  Bill told him
to lather up his hands and to start washing Carl, giving instructions here
and there.  He told him to take extra care with his penis and testicles,
which Russell was quite delighted to do, especially when Carl's penis began
to become erect.  Bill told him to disregard it and to continue cleaning
it, which gave Russell that much more delight, excitement and power over
Carl.

	You could see the life go out of Carl's eyes when Bill instructed
him to turn and bend over.  Bill lathered his fingers and rammed them up
Carl's anus causing him to flinch and gasp.  Bill smacked his legs and told
him to shut up and behave himself.  After demonstrating the proper way to
clean Carl's anus, Bill told Russell to have a go.  There was no end to
Russel's smile and I could only imagine the expression on Carl's face as
Russell rammed his fingers up his ass.

	While Russel was fingering Carl, Bill told me to get out and told
Greg that he could dry me off he wanted.  Of course he wanted to and did
not even attempt to hide his glee as he roughly dried me all over, having
me to bend over to do my ass and then took my penis and testicles roughly
fondling them making me wince and cringe with pain.

	Meanwhile, Russell plunged his fingers in and out of Carl's anus
thus ensuring he was thoroughly cleaned there.  Bill complimented him on
his endeavor and while smacking Carl a couple more time told him to turn
around.  He slowly turned exposing his very hard and erect penis to all in
the room, much to the laughter and pleasure to everyone but me and Carl.
Carl was apparently not that big as Russel commented that Greg's dick was
just as big.  I gasped at the dirty word but everyone else just chuckled,
but for Carl who had his head hung in shame.  Bill smacked Carl's legs a
few more times telling him that he would have to be punished for getting an
erection, but that he had a new way in which to deal with it.  This caught
the attention of the two visiting boys who had a big, sly grin on their
faces appearing very pleased.  But first it was time to shave Carl and
Russell eagerly volunteered to do it.  Carl was humiliated to no end as
Russell began to lather him up and under Bill's close supervision, started
to shave him all over.  With that done and tears streaming down Carl's
face, Bill announced it was now time for his punishment.

	Bill asked Russell if he knew how to jackoff.  Although
embarrassed, he admitted that he knew how and did so every day.  Bill said
good and told him to start jacking Carl while he lathered and inserted his
two fingers back inside Car's anus.  Russell jumped right to it, as Greg
pushed me aside and got down beside them to get a front row seat to the
entertainment.  Carl was humiliated and defeated as Russell eagerly engaged
in his assigned task and jacked him at a moderate steady speed all the way
up and down his erect penis.  Bill told Greg to grab Carl's balls and to
gently squeeze and manipulate them.  Both boys were congratulated on their
great work while Bill continued to assault Carl's anus with his fingers.
Tears freely flowed down Carl's face which was red with anger and
embarrassment.

	The three of them continued their attack on Carl while I stood
there in complete amazement.  I had no idea what jacking off was and could
not grasp what was being done to Carl.  The others were definitely finding
it amusing, especially with Carl's humiliated and beaten look.  Carl
started thrusting his dick into Russell's hands and Russell said he could
feel it quivering and asked Carl if he was going to cum.  Carl said he was
and Bill told Russell to continue and told Carl to put his hand under his
dick and to catch everything that came out.  Suddenly white stuff started
spurting out of the tip of Carl's penis as he moaned and squirted into his
open hand.  Russell and Greg cheered at his distress and thought how great
it looked shooting out.  Russell made a point in saying that he could shoot
twice that amount.  Bill took his fingers out of Carl's anus and washed
them off then stood by the two visiting boys.  You should have seen the
amazed look on our faces and then the complete terror on Carl's face as
Bill told him to lick his hand clean.

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