Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 13:36:03 -0400
From: Scott Westwood <westwoodscotty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Road Less Traveled - Chapter 3

This story contains sexual acts between boys. If this is not to your tastes,
and/or is illegal in your area please do not read any further.  The full
warning/disclaimer/copyright notice is included at the beginning of Chapter
1.

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The Road Less Traveled
(True, BB, B/b. bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation)
Chapter 3- Butch's Initiation

I considered what had just happened for a few minutes, then ran back to the
trailer.  Skippy and Ricky were now wide awake.  Ricky was still tied up
and had a very nice morning boner.  He looked very eager to get on with the
day's activities, so we untied him and let him get dressed.  We went inside
Skippy's house to wash the sleep off and get some breakfast.  Needless to
say, it didn't take long before we were ready to roll.

I gathered up a bunch of items from around Skippy's house.  I knew most of
the stuff we would need for what I had in mind.  But some things just came
to me while I was looking around.

The next thing you know, we were off to our old fort out in the woods. I
made Ricky carry the backpack with all the stuff.  That seemed appropriate
and I got a kick out of the fact he was having to carry the instruments for
his upcoming torture.

By the way, if you are wondering what the fort was like, here it is. It was
in a little wooded area that divided two fields.  One of the fields had
corn growing in it and the other just had some really tall grass.  We could
actually see out into both fields from the so called fort.  As to the fort
itself, well, it was basically just a small clearing surrounded by a bunch
of thick bushes and brambles. We had dragged in some additional bushes to
fill in the open spots.  You had to duck down under this big fallen tree to
get inside. The brush that formed the fort walls were so thick, that it was
very difficult to see into the fort from the outside.  We had also nailed
some boards to trees to form ladders that we could easily climb up to
look-out.  A couple of sheets of old plywood covered part of the ground.
We had painted them a dark green to blend in better.  Unless you knew the
fort was there and were specifically looking for it, there was almost no
chance you would find it.  Even before we started out "games" and
initiations, there were many times when we hid inside the fort, watching as
other kids went by.  They never knew we were there.

We walked in silence the entire way.  When we entered the fort, we
immediately set upon Ricky.  We stripped off all of his clothes and put
them in the "bag."  Then we ordered him to do the same series of naked
exercises as the day before.  It was very exciting watching a naked Ricky
go through all those exercises.  Especially since he had a boner the entire
time. Now I don't know about Skippy, but for me it was a maximum turn on.
The more Ricky sweated and moaned, the more excited I got.

When he had finished the exercises, I ordered Ricky to stand with his legs
spread and his hands clasped behind his head.  Then Skippy and I pushed his
feet apart even further, until Ricky was straining.  Then we stepped back
and slowly circled around him, watching.  He was all sweaty from the
exercises, and his leg muscles were straining. It was such a great sight.
Especially since he had a nice hard boner.

We left Ricky standing like that for sometime as we stepped outside the
fort and out of earshot.  I thought Skippy was going to feint when I told
him what had happened with Butch.  He was really excited about getting to
"initiate" his older brother.  I figured there were some "paybacks" in the
offing and was looking forward to that as well.

We went over our plans for Ricky and also some of the things we would do
with Butch that evening.  We agreed that Butch would have to do everything
that Ricky had so far, and a bunch more.

Now in case this seems like a lot happening, I guess it was. Though we did
do other things that boys do (ie. Swimming, sports, games, movies, and so
on), it was the Trailer Games and our Club Initiations that seemed to get
most of our attention, and for LONG periods of time.  This continued up
until the time when Skippy and I turned 13.  Although it tapered off
somewhat, it did not end.  In fact, the Initiation stuff continued through
High School.  It was not as frequent, for sure, but it was definitely more
exciting.  Puberty had taken care of that!  The tasks were much more sexual
and at times very sadistic.  But we were still having fun!

So back to Ricky.

By the time Skippy and I had finished talking and returned to the fort,
Ricky was in some distress.  The strain on his legs was causing him to
moan.  Since we had already had a nice eye feast, we decided to move on to
other things.  We helped Ricky pull his legs together, and then we spread a
blanket on the ground and had him lay down on his stomach.  We massaged his
leg muscles for awhile and of course his cute little butt.  Once he seemed
relaxed, we let him just lay there for awhile. I once again pulled Skippy
outside of the fort.

When I got Skippy outside, I pulled four red handkerchiefs out of my pocket
and gave him two, along with two small envelopes.  I told him to put them
somewhere in the cornfield, with an envelop under each one. I did the same
for my two.  As soon as we were finished, we returned to the fort to
continue with Ricky.

I made Ricky get up on his knees to hear his next instructions.

"Okay, Ricky, for your next task, you will go out into the cornfield.  We
have hidden four red kerchiefs in the field.  There is an envelope under
each one that contains instructions.  You have to find each one and do
whatever it says in the envelope."  Ricky seemed pretty excited about this
latest task. The thought of running around a corn field, while naked, in
broad daylight was clearly a challenge he liked.  I liked it a lot too.
Especially since Skippy and I planned to climb up our lookout trees to
watch the entire thing.

I told Ricky to start, and he was off in a flash of naked flesh.

Skippy and I wasted no time climbing up the trees.  We both had a great
view. We watched Ricky running around the corn field.  Since the corn
wasn't fully grown yet, from our angle high up in the tress, we could see
most of Ricky. It was only up to about his neck and the rows were pretty
wide. It took Ricky awhile to find the first kerchief. When he did, we saw
him stop, lean over and pick up his first envelope. I did not know which
one was where, but I knew what each said, so I could tell Skippy as soon as
I figured out what Ricky was doing.

Judging by his actions, and as luck would have it, the first envelope he
had found was one I'd hoped he'd find first.  I had not had a chance to
think this through, and a couple of the tasks worked better if they were
done in a certain order.  Anyway, that didn't matter cause of the one he
found first.

I saw Ricky get down on his knees and bow his head.  I told Ricky what he
was doing.

"Hey Skippy, I'm sure he's doing the Dirt Task.  That means he is putting
spit all over his penis and his balls and is the going to rub dirt all over
both."  Sure enough we could make out Ricky bringing his hand up to his
mouth a number of times and then reaching down to his groin.  It seemed to
take him pretty long, which meant that he was doing a thorough job.

Eventually he moved on, looking for the next kerchief. By now the sun was
directly overhead and it was getting rather hot.  Ricky's naked body
glistened with sweat as he moved among the corn plants.  It took him awhile
to find the next task. This one was on our side of the field, very close to
the edge.  We had a direct view of the kerchief and when we saw Ricky find
it I just whispered over to Skippy to just watch.

Ricky quickly grabbed the envelope and read the task. He immediately turned
to a corn plant and pulled off several leaves.  Then he began wrapping a
leaf around his hard penis.  When it was completely wrapped in the corn
leaf, he took another leaf, rolled it into a string-like shape and
proceeded to tie it around his corn leaf wrapped boner. He used one more
leaf to ensure that the wrapping would not come off, then, moved on, in
search of the next envelope.

It took Ricky at least 45 minutes to find the next one.  I remember
thinking how neat the whole thing was, watching Ricky poking around the
cornfield, knowing his balls and penis were covered with dirt and that his
penis was now wrapped in a corn leaf package (Guess you could say he had a
corn dog)!  Anyway, like I said it was very exciting.

The envelope that Ricky found next was the one I'd sort of hoped he'd find
last, but it still worked out.  Once again, as soon as Ricky's actions
confirmed what envelope it was, I just told Skippy to watch.

Skippy watched in fascination, as Ricky ran through the field towards the
fort.  As soon as he left the corn, he went to the edge of the woods by the
fort, and broke a green branch off a small tree.  He stripped the leaves
and small branches off of it, and the headed back into the fort.

When he got there and saw, we were gone, he seemed a bit surprised, and it
just seem to occur to him to look up.  If he had, he would have seen the
two of us watching from our lookout perches above his head.

So the Ricky carried out the rest of his task.  He got down on all fours,
then reached around with the branch in hand and proceeded to whip his butt
with 10 hard lashes. This was really quite exciting to watch and though I
did not know the word at the time, it was really quite "arousing."

To his credit, Ricky did a real nice job on his beautiful white cheeks.
Even from where we were, we could make some nice red marks.

When he had finished, Ricky dropped the branch and ran back into the
cornfield.

At the risk of sounding redundant, I will say again that I was very excited
and so was Skippy.  Though we were just on the edge of being 9 years old,
we were clearly experiencing some early sexual desires. Dang, you were a
boy once, wouldn't seeing a cute little, naked, sweating, red headed imp
like Ricky, running around a corn field with red marks on his butt and a
boner wrapped in corn leaves make you excited???  If not, maybe you should
be reading other stories.

Well, once again, it took Ricky sometime to find the next and last
envelope.
  It didn't seem to matter though, he seemed to be having a great time
running through the corn, naked.

The last task he had to perform, was to go to the far corner of the
field...  and find the little bog that was there. It was not very big, but
always had this really black and funny smelling black mud.  He was then
required to smear the black mud all over his butt and in his crack.

Though I had not included any instructions about going back to the fort,
Ricky must have assumed it. As soon as I saw him head for the bog, I told
Skippy to climb down.  Shortly after we were standing in the fort, Ricky
came in.  He did not say a word.  He just stood there in front of us,
waiting, and even put his hands behind his head.

Now this was a picture that was forever engraved in my memory.  It was a
picture that has helped me recall the story.  DAMN, I wish I had a real
picture of it!

There he was.  Ricky, standing there naked, his bright red hair glistening
in the sunlight that beamed down through the tree tops.  His body, covered
with sweat.  His hard cock, wrapped in corn leaves and his cute ass covered
with a rapidly drying black mud.  YIKES!!!

We made him stand like that for what seemed like a very long time. I recall
that I had some very strong desires to do something else to him, but I
didn't quite know what.  The feelings were so strong and confusing that I
settled for just making him stand there while Skippy and I twisted his
nipples and touched him all over.

By this time, it was getting to be late in the afternoon, and we had to
have Ricky home in time for supper. So we cut things off, and had Ricky get
dressed.

We made him put his clothes on over the mud and the corn leaves, and told
him that he could only clean himself before he went to bed.  This scared
him a little, but he did not complain.  He did however seem a little
disappointed that it was over.  But he brightened up when I made the
following comment (or words to that effect):

"Don't worry Richard, you still have a ways to go to complete your
initiation!  As soon as you are able, you will tell us when you can do the
next part."

Once again, I don't know where that inspiration came from.  What I do know
is that it seemed to excite Ricky A LOT, and that is what I filed away in
my memory!  That memory file said essentially, "Young jock boy likes being
naked and then forced to do painful and humiliating stuff."  It was that
particular memory that reinforced all the nasty things I would do in the
years ahead.  Oddly enough, whether 'normal' or 'queer' I was always able
to find many guys who were actually quite anxious to undergo my
"initiations." I guess I was a DOM and Master in the making.  Oh yes, and
since I was not gifted athletically (and with homosexual desires), I seemed
to have a strong motivation to make any guy who was so gifted, to suffer
pain and humiliation while naked.  As I said, as soon as I indicated there
was a lot more, Ricky brightened up.  He dressed and we walked back home,
looking like your typical group of boyhood friends.

Now I have no clue how Ricky covered himself when he got back home. I guess
he hid his dirty underwear and it was no surprise that we did not see him
that evening.  What I do know is that he was banging on the trailer door at
9:00 the next morning and was anxious to continue his initiation.  We had
once again slept in the trailer (GOD, back then the sleepovers seemed
endless, especially in the summer). As Skippy and I were shaking the sleep
off, I remembered that Butch was in the bunk above us.  He was of course
naked and bound, following his initial initiation.  BUT, I get ahead of
myself.  So let's leave Ricky for a moment and go back to the evening
before.

THE EVENING After Ricky went home, Skippy and I went to the trailer to make
plans for the start of Butch's initiation that night.  To say that Skippy
was excited would be an understatement. After all, he was for all practical
purposes 9 years old (his birthday was in just a few weeks).  Butch his
older brother, would be 13 next week.  What's more, Butch was a very early
"bloomer." He was showing clear signs of puberty and most people assumed he
was at least 2 to 3 years older than he was. Both of us were intrigued by
his changing body, and Skippy was beside himself with "get even thoughts."

In my case, I definitely recall an incredible thrill at the thought of
making the older Butch do whatever I commanded.  At the time, I was a
little confused by the fact that he really seemed to like it and that the
nastier my commands became, the more excited he got.  DUH, go figure.  I
just knew I was loving it.

So Skippy and I made our initial plans. We decide to make Butch do all of
the things that Ricky had done...  the naked show... the pink belly... the
naked exercises...  the naked trip to the fort, and such.  He would NOT
however, get to be in on any pink bellies for Skippy and me.  Beyond that,
Skippy left everything else up to my creative and sadistic mind.  He seemed
to accept the fact that I would come up with some nasty stuff for his older
brother to do... and he was right!

Anyway, we completed our plans for the night, then we both went home for
dinner.  It took NO effort at all to get permission from our parents to
sleep in the trailer and so there we were, at 7:00, waiting for Butch to
appear.

Butch got to the trailer a few minutes later.  We engaged in just a little
useless small talk, and the got right to the matter.

I nodded at Skippy, who jumped up and DRAMATICALLY latched to door behind
Butch.

The I looked at Butch and went into the same MUMBO JUMBO as I had the night
before with Ricky.  All the stuff about how secret and sacred the club
was... and that he would never reveal anything about it... and that he
would do the whole initiation... all of that stuff.

Once again, as I reflect on the feelings of the moment, I do remember, that
things seemed even more exciting than they had been with Ricky.

We started the "Bag of Keeping" bit with Butch.

His shirt went into the bag, and we did the pink belly thing.

Then, like Ricky, his shoes and socks were in the bag, and we did the
tickle torture.  Butch was even more ticklish than Ricky and it was wild!
He also sweated a lot more than young Ricky, and that just added to the
fun.

After the tickle stuff I continued.  Unlike Ricky, Butch quickly figured
out exactly what to do next, and so, his shorts and briefs were quickly
secured in the bag.

Butch was then told to stand with his hands behind his head and his legs
spread.  Now although we had played the trailer game, this was the first
time I had to examine Butch's body up close and in the context of being in
total control of it.

He really was a wonderful sight for a young perverse boy like me to see.
That sight really got me excited and though I did not know why, back then,
I know now why I was so captivated.  For what I was seeing was the body of
a rapidly developing pubescent boy.  He had some pubic hair that seemed to
frame an unusually large and hard penis and a chest and stomach that was
well on it's way to major muscular definition. What's more he seemed wildly
eager to have his body tested.

For lack of more original thoughts, I ordered him to do the same things
Ricky had done.  He had to exercise in the nude.  He had to find his way to
the fort that night, in the nude.  We tied him to a tree and played with
his cock and balls like we did to Ricky, and threatened him with all kinds
of tortures for the next day.  The more we threatened, the more excited he
became.  In fact, I remember seeing that his cock got harder and harder
with every threat we made.  And, there was no question that when I said we
would whip his cock and balls the next day, his cock twitched and jumped
with obvious excitement.

Now, like I have been trying to explain, my mind, as creative and fast as
it always seemed to be, was getting overwhelmed with input, of the most
powerful and compelling type.  I mean consider the facts.

First there was Ricky.  That cute little red headed imp with the great
young body.  I put him through a bunch of challenges while he was naked,
and he was begging for more.

Then there was Butch.  He was almost 4 years older than Ricky and me.  I
put him through the same stuff while he was naked and he was clearly
wanting a lot more.

If I had known the phrase "What the fuck?" back then I probably would have
said it. But I didn't know that phrase back then.  The only thing I did
know was that what I was doing to Ricky and Butch made me VERY EXCITED and
made me feel warm all over! And so, though I did not know why, I
surrendered to the feelings that were rapidly turning me into a clever and
sadistic little "Master."

So anyway, after all the stuff at the fort, we led a blindfolded and naked
Butch back to the trailer through the dark neighborhood.

Unlike Ricky, I had him tied spread-eagled in the top bunk.  During the
night I kept waking up and checking on Butch.  During each "check" I played
with his cock and balls.  I made sure he was really hard every time and was
mesmerized by the way his hard cock twitched and his groin pumped after my
intense touching and feeling.  Being so inexperienced, I always stopped my
play when his gyrations and moans became intense.  That excited me a lot,
and at the time, I had absolutely NO CLUE that my stopping was actually
even more torturous for him. Fortunately, for the sake of this story, and
UNfortunately for Butch, it did not take me very long to figure it out!  So
it was that bringing Butch to the very edge of cumming OVER and OVER again
would become part of his initiation, as well as all of the older guys who
followed. GOD, how I loved hearing them beg and promise to do whatever I
wanted as long as I would continue doing what I was doing to their
cocks. Oh yes, and at the time I did not know what cumming meant!  Of
course that too would change very quickly with Butch's pubescent body at my
disposal! More on how I perfected my technique in just a little bit.

Anyway, just like Ricky, Butch had to be taken out to pee during the night.
And just like Ricky, I held Butch's cock while he pissed. However, as I
held Butch's cock and felt his piss surging through his cock, I was much
more excited than when I had held Ricky's.  And, Butch seemed more excited
than Ricky.  Oh well.

So the next thing you know, there we were at 9:00 in the morning, with
Ricky banging on the trailer door, and obviously anxious to continue his
initiation.

I shouted to Ricky to hang on and then considered the situation as the
morning haze cleared form my brain.

First, there was Ricky, that cute little red haired imp, outside the
trailer door, eagerly awaiting another day of initiation.

Second, there was Butch, naked and tied spread-eagled in the bunk above me,
with a body that was more developed than any of us and one who's mysteries
I so desperately wanted to test, challenge, explore and punish!

Once again my mind was whirling.  And once again it did not fail me.

I was overcome with a flash of inspiration.

Ricky was slightly ahead of Butch in the initiation process.  Butch showed
signs of wanting and needing some really tough tasks.  And even if that was
not the case, it would be fun putting him through them. Oh yes, and of
course, even though it was exciting to do things to Butch, it was still
very exciting to make Ricky do things as well.

So I quickly decided upon a course of action.

Today we would put Ricky and Butch through a bunch of things together.
What's more, I resolved that it might be fun to see what things Ricky would
do to Butch if we gave him the chance. As things turned out, it was that
decision, that would provide me with a whole bunch of great ideas for
torture that would last me for years to come.  I suspect it came out of
Ricky's repressed environment at home. But wherever it came from, the
tortures Ricky came up with were just incredible.  What's more, he was just
as eager to have them applied to himself as he was to see them applied to
others.

I stopped thinking and went into my automatic mode.

First I jumped up to the top bunk.  I grabbed Butch's morning hard on and
whispered SHARPLY into his ear.

"Okay slime ball.  Your initiation is a long way from being over.  So keep
your mouth shut and wait, if you know what's good for you!"

Butch's cock twitched in my hand. He nodded with a clear indication of fear
and excitement.  I of course felt an incredible surge of excitement and
power.

Then I shook Skippy, who was still half awake.

"Hey Skippy, get up into the top bunk and watch your brother.  If he tries
to speak, slap his cock as hard as you can until he shuts up."

I said it loud enough for Butch to hear and needless to say, Skippy climbed
into the top bunk with an eagerness that clearly indicated he hoped his
older brother would try to speak.  Damn, was I good or what.

My next move is a little hazy.  What I remember is that I opened the
trailer door... reached out... grabbed Ricky and pulled him inside the
trailer and quickly blindfolded him.

I told him to keep his mouth shut as I locked the door behind him.

Then I stripped his clothes off and forced him to kneel on the floor.

I threw a piece of cloth to Skippy and told him to blindfold his "captive."
He did it quickly and efficiently.

Then I paused to think about what to do next.

I had bought a little time, but dang, here I was, with two guys blindfolded
and naked and just dying to be initiated.  What's more I had seen Butch's
morning boner and now I could see Ricky's rising in eager anticipation.

After thinking things through, I put Ricky in the bottom bunk, grabbed some
rope and tied him spread eagled like Butch. Then I gagged the two of them
and got Skippy to follow me outside the trailer.

The two of use went into the house to pee and grab some breakfast.  We were
sure Ricky had eaten already, and decided not to give Butch any thing to
eat, at least not for the moment.

Once again, my mind raced.  As soon as we were done eating I gathered the
various things I thought we would need and we returned to the trailer.
When we got there, we took our time examining our two captives.

First we looked at Ricky.  He was breathing hard and had a really nice
boner (DAMN, I was really liking that word- boner).  We felt his boner for
a few minutes and tickled his balls.  I liked watching him pull against the
ropes as we played with his most private parts.

Then we moved to the top bunk.  I let Skippy play with his older brother's
bone and balls.  It was even more exciting than playing with Ricky.
Butch's cock was twitching and he moaned every time Skippy played with it
or his balls.  The sight was so exciting, that I joined in and once again
was toying with Butch's developing manhood.

We were like two kids in a perverse candy store.  I loved combing Butch's
little patch of pubic hair with my fingers while Skippy played with his
balls.  But even better, I loved just holding Butch's hard cock in my hand,
while he moaned.  I also noted that when I squeezed or stroked his cock, he
moaned even more.  I liked that a lot and so I "invented" my stroking
torture.  Laugh all you want, I invented that torture, or at least I
thought I did!

I noticed that after I stroked his cock for awhile, Butch would begin to
breath a lot faster and eventually he would start moving his groin up and
down. This would also be accompanied by some really neat moans of pleasure.
When that happened, I would continue for just a few moments and then just
stop.  That's when it got very exciting to watch.  Butch would start
pumping his groin wildly and would whimper like a puppy dog.  He clearly
wanted me to continue, but I didn't.  Eventually he would calm down and
relax.  When his breathing slowed, I would start in again with some slow
strokes while just holding his balls.  Then I would squeeze his cock and
stroke faster and of course as soon as his breathing reached the point that
he was gasping for air and was starting to pump his hips up and down again
very fast, I would stop again.

Looking back, that was a great discovery.  Oh yes, and then there was the
fact that after awhile, Butch seemed to get more and more desperate for me
to continue OR just stop completely.  After each rest, when I once again
took hold of his hard cock, he would start whimpering like a begging puppy
dog.  And when I got to the stopping point he would start pulling on his
bindings and thrashing wildly.  Oh yes, and talk about sweat!  He was
sweating all over.

Crazy as it may seem, at that time I really did NOT know what would have
happened to Butch if I had gone past that stopping point.  All that I knew
was that my starting and stopping was making him crazy and I liked that.
Don't worry though, as I said earlier, I would learn what happened when I
went to far. But that was later.

So, Skippy helped me "torture" Butch like this for the next hour!  We let
Ricky stew in the bunk below, listening to the sounds of Butch whimpering
and moaning.  Finally we decided it was time to take our two initiates out
to the fort for some good stuff.

We untied the two of them, and had them stand in the center of the trailer.
We kept their blindfolds and gags on, and told them they had to dress each
other.  We tossed their clothes on the floor and then watched them fumble
around and eventually get each other's clothes on. It was another fun thing
to watch. Especially as the fumbled to pull their underwear on over their
hard cocks.  Needless to say, Ricky had the toughest time getting Butch's
briefs up and over his supercharged cock and balls!

When they were dressed, I told them NOT to say a word until we gave them
permission. We took off the blindfolds and gags, grabbed our stuff and
headed out to the fort!

Contrary to what you might expect, we had Ricky and Butch walk in front of
us.  It gave me a chance to "get into the spirit" of what was coming up as
I watched their butts.  I hoped the silence was scary to them.  I am sure
it was, cause by the time we got to the fort, both looked very nervous but
anxious to continue, which was perfect. So I shouted at them.

"Okay you two, sit down on the ground, Indian style!"

They dropped to the ground and waited.  I took a deck of cards out of the
backpack, and sat down next to them.

"This is what we are going to do now. I will shuffle the cards and deal one
card to each of you.  Whoever has the lowest card, is the loser and has to
take off one article of clothing. Then I will deal out another card to each
and we will proceed like the first one.  The first guy to be naked is the
loser.  He will have the tough part in the little war game we're going to
have you two play next."

It did not take very many hands to reach an exciting moment.  Ricky was
down to just his shorts and underwear.  Butch had nothing left but his
briefs.  Both were sweating as I pulled the next two cards.

Butch turned his card over and smiled with some relief when he saw it was a
King.  Then Ricky turned his card over.  Before we saw his card, that CUTE
and devilish look of his spread across his face.  It was an ace!

Butch's mouth dropped.  I pointed at his briefs.  He stood up and quickly
pulled them off and handed them to Skippy.  Now remember, Ricky had NOT
seen Butch's naked body yet.  When he did, he gasped and gave Butch a good
look.

Skippy was now even more anxious than ever to continue.  He knew the next
part and jumped to the task.  He grabbed some rope and a blindfold and led
Butch out of the fort and into the cornfield. He took him to a spot that we
could see down into clearly from our tree lookouts.  It was also close
enough to so that we would be able to hear everything but a whisper.

He put the blindfold on Butch and tied his hands behind his back.  Then he
forced Butch to lay down on his back while he tied his ankles together.
Finally he whispered to Butch that the secret word was "cowboy."  His
orders were to keep the word a secret, no matter how much he was tortured.
If he did, he would regret it and would be punished.  Oh yes, and if
"somebody" did try and torture it out of him and failed, then we would
"track" down the torturer and Butch would have his chance to torture him.

Now, it should not be rocket science to figure out what I was telling Ricky
back at the fort.  He was to find Butch, and get him to reveal the secret
word.  He could do ANYTHING he wanted to make Butch talk.  If he failed, he
would be punished severely.

Of course Butch knew WHO was going to try and torture him. I suspect the
prospect of being tortured by that cute little red headed imp probably
excited Butch, to a certain extent.  I also have no doubt that he was
absolutely determined that Ricky would not get him to talk.

I allowed Ricky to keep his shorts on for this part and said he had two
hours to get the secret word from Butch.

The next thing I knew, Ricky was off and running.  He searched the
cornfield and found Butch's bound and naked body in no time.  Skippy and I
were up in the tree by then and were really excited.

Ricky stood above Butch for a few minutes, kicking some dirt onto Butch's
cock and balls.  Then he laughed and knelt down next to Butch.

"Well, well, what have we here? Hahaha^Å you know why I'm here?"  Butch
did not say a word, and he could not see Ricky because of the blindfold.

"So why don't you just save yourself a lot of pain and torture and tell me
the secret word right now?"

Butch shook his head "NO!"

Ricky smiled broadly and so it began^Å

TO BE CONTINUED

Coming Up Next- Ricky Amazes Me With His Devilish Mind (In fact I got so
many ideas from watching Ricky torturing Butch, that I was set for a long
time to come)!  Oh yes, and Butch's and Ricky's initiations continue and we
get another member! It was to be a long "hot" summer!

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Chapter Epilogue and Series Interlude: Before continuing, I have decided to
make a few more "philosophical" comments and acknowledge some of the emails
I have received.  If you just can't wait for a whole lot of sex and
humiliation, please go to the "Authoritarian" category and start reading my
"College Caper" series. It is a combination of reality and fantasy from my
later years (YIKES! And yes, there is some reality in it).  That may help
get your most aggressive "rocks off" while I work my way through this
developmental series!

For all of you who have taken the time to email me, I say THANK YOU, THANK
YOU!  I am not getting paid for this work, so the only PAY I get are the
notes of appreciation from readers.  To all who have written and shared
similar stories, no matter how brief, I say again THANK YOU.

Since this story is as close to being 100% true as my memory will allow, it
is important to put the entire thing into historic perspective. I would
like to think that I am not into full fledged "geezer-hood" just yet and
that my experiences are still relevant.  So, for all you young dudes, this
is the deal.  As strange as it may seem, when I was growing up, there were
A LOT of us young boys who REALLY did not know much about sex, and did not
have a wide "gutter" vocabulary.  Homosexual references were pretty much
limited to one term, and that was "queer."  The term pussy was also tossed
around, but it was pretty much used to describe someone who was a coward,
and was NOT used as a gay tag.  Strange as it may seem today, that's the
way it was back then.  Terms like "fag" or "gay" were not being used yet,
at least in our neck of the woods.  Back then, if you liked guys, you were
"queer" and that was that.

Now I don't mean that it was okay to be "queer." Nothing could be further
from the truth.  In fact, 'back then' if you somehow managed to confess
your innate desires to a 'responsible' adult, you would have ended up being
turned over to a psychiatric community that considered homosexuality to be
a mental disorder. As such, you probably would have undergone some of their
"state-of- the-art" treatments to cure you of your homosexual desires. If
you don't know what those treatments were, consider yourself lucky!  You
should also consider yourself lucky and extremely fortunate, if you have
not undergone any of the barbaric 'religious' programs designed to rid you
of the 'evil and foul disease of homosexuality!' But that's another story.

Anyway, as you continue reading this story, do keep in mind that things
were different then, which is why you won't be hearing much of the sexual
jargon that even very young kids are using today.  We were young.  We were
naive. But we were all having a lot of fun!

Now, on with the series!

My address for comments and such is: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com.