Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 17:09:44 -0400 From: Scott Westwood Subject: Road Less Traveled - Chapter 4 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. *********************************************************************** The Road Less Traveled (True, BB, B/b, bb, spanking, oral, cbt, bd, sm, initiation) Chapter 4- Ricky's Talents Skippy and I had a perfect view of everything that was happening from our perches in the trees. We could also hear just about everything that was being said. If Ricky saw us, he paid no attention to us and went on with the task at hand. "You know I am going to torture you for the secret word! Are you really, really sure you don't want to tell me now?" Ricky's voice was threatening. Butch shouted back at him, "Hell no, I don't care what you do to me you little jerk, I'll never tell!" Ricky laughed, "We'll just have to see about that." He walked around to Butch's feet and knelt down. Butch's ankles were of course bound tightly. Ricky grabbed hold of the ankle bonds and proceeded to push Butch's feet towards his butt. Butch did the natural thing and bent his knees. Skippy and I watched with interest, wondering where this was going. Butch's knees were now bent and his feet were resting against his butt. Ricky moved closer to Butch. He knelt so that his knees were on the ground and pressing against Butch's feet. In this position, Butch's feet were now locked tightly against his butt. "What's the secret word?" Ricky demanded. "Go to HELL! Ricky then placed a hand on each of Butch's knees, He forced Butch's knees apart and started pressing them towards the ground. This, of course, opened Butch's groin up completely. In just a moment, Butch's knees were spread wide on either side of his body, with his feet still held against his butt. Ricky got up on his own knees and leaned forward. His hands forced Butch's knees towards the ground. With his feet locked in place, all of the pressure was on the leg joints in his groin. Ricky kept up the pressure and Butch started to moan. "DAMN! That hurts!" "What's the secret word?" "Go to HELL!" Ricky bounced up and down a few times on Butch's widespread knees. "AHHHHHGGG!" "What's the secret word?" Butch just moaned. We could see that Butch was in a lot of pain from the pressure on his joints. He was sweating a lot and was tossing his head violently back and forth. Ricky kept at it for about 10 minutes more. He'd let Butch catch his breath a little and then he'd start the pressure again. Though Butch was clearly in a lot of pain, he did not give in. Finally Ricky decided to try another torture. He backed away from Butch and let him stretch his legs back on the ground. When Ricky had started, Butch had a major hard-on. That was pretty much gone now. Unlike some other types of pain, the joint pressure thing did not seem to excite his cock. Ricky looked around, then jumped up and ran to the edge of the woods. We watched as he gathered some branches and twigs and then ran back to Butch. Even though Butch was now soft his cock was still pretty long. He had one of those cocks that didn't seem to shrink much when it got soft, it just flopped down. Skippy and I strained to see what Ricky was doing. He was wrapping some vine like branches, or something around Butch's cock. Butch flinched a couple of times, but said nothing. When he was done, Ricky leaned back to admire his handy work. I got a good look at Butch's cock and figured out what was going on. There were these sticker bush things that grew on the edge of the cornfield. At this point in the summer, they had not gotten real big yet, and the green branches were easy to bend and wrap around things. You had to be careful though, because they were covered with these nasty little thorns. And so there was Butch, with his soft cock wrapped in a bunch of those sticker things. They were not on too tight, but tight enough for Butch to be flinching every now and then. "So, what's the secret word?" Again Butch made with the, "GO TO HELL YOU SQUIRT!" I must admit he was one cocky guy. Ricky laughed, "Okay, you asked for it!" He leaned down and started to blow air on Butch's thorn wrapped cock while he gently fondled Butch's balls. Of course it had the desired effect. Butch's cock started to get hard. As it did, he started to flinch sharply. Ricky kept blowing and fondling. In no time at all, Butch's cock was on it's way to a full fledged erection. And as we know, once that starts, it is virtually impossible to stop. Butch started thrashing about as his big cock hardened. Ricky had apparently made his nasty little thorn torture device exactly the right size. Though it did not appear that the thorns were actually piercing the skin, they were certainly having the desired affect. Butch was now screaming his head off. "OH GOD, DAMN IT!!! ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH! Take it off! Take it off!" Ricky just laughed. "No problem Mr. Tough Guy, just tell me the secret word!" "DAMN! OWWWWWWGGGGGG!" Ricky tapped Butch's thorn encased cock with a stick. "SHITTTTTTTTTTTTT! DAMNIT! Go to hell!" shouted Butch. He was sweating a lot now and was jerking his head from side to side as he moaned from the pain being inflicted all over his swollen cock. Amazingly, his cock did not get any softer. If anything if seemed to get harder. Even though we were up in the trees we could still tell when his cock was hard. And believe me it was hard. Now you may be wondering why Butch wasn't shouting "FUCK!" There's a simple reason for that. In our little world, "FUCK" was still an unknown and/or little used word. That would change within a few years. But when I was 9 years old, I can't recall any of the bigger kids using that word. Back then the "biggies" were DAMN, GOD DAMN, BASTARD, SON-OF-A-BITCH, SHIT, and SHIT HEAD. Needless to say though, if the "F" word had been in common use, Butch would have been using it a lot, as Ricky worked on him. Since Butch had still not given in, Ricky moved on to more tortures. He left the thorns wrapped around Butch's poor cock, and picked up a green branch. It looked like it was from a young birch tree. He carefully stripped off all the leaves and then whipped it in the air above Butch's naked body. Even we could hear the whipping sound. "Tell me the secret word, or else," Ricky snarled. "NO WAY, SHIT HEAD!" Butch snarled back. "Suit yourself!" laughed Ricky as he laid a nasty lash across Butch's glistening flat stomach. "SNASH!" "GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!" moaned Butch as he jerked from side to side. "What's the secret word?" Ricky demanded. Butch gritted his teeth and remained silent. "SNASH!" The next blow landed across Butch's thighs. "SHITTTTTT!" Butch kept his teeth clenched. Ricky was looking a little frustrated and his voice confirmed that as he shouted at Butch. "Okay shit head, you're going to get more lashes now, unless you talk. So what's it going to be, more lashes or are you going to tell me the secret word?" "NO WAY SHITHEAD!" Butch declared. Ricky wasted no time. "SNASH!" to Butch's chest. "SNASH!" across his stomach. "SNASH!" on his midsection, just above his thorn encased cock. It seemed to go on forever. Lash after lash with the birch branch, and though Butch was thrashing wildly and obviously crying, he did not give in. Finally, Ricky stopped the lashing. He was sweating just as much as Butch. He stood there and looked down at Butch's glistening body, now covered with a bunch of red marks. Butch was sobbing. I remember thinking that maybe we should stop Ricky, but I was too mesmerized by the nasty little scene happening below me. Oh yes, and Skippy seemed incredibly excited watching his older brother being put through this. The next thing we knew, Ricky had dropped the whip and was once again down on his knees beside Butch. He reached between Butch's legs and grabbed hold of his balls with one hand. He used his other hand to start twisting one of Butch's nipples. "What's the secret word?" he demanded again. Butch, shook his head and moaned, "I'll never tell you, you little bastard!" "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH! Butch let out this incredible scream. As best we could tell, Ricky was squeezing his balls and twisting his nipple, with great force. "What's the secret word?" "ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!" wailed Butch, as Ricky gave his balls another nasty squeeze. "SCREW YOU!" Hmmm, that was new, I thought. Ricky squeezed again, this time longer and harder. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!... ARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHH!" "Hahaha, like that one did you? Well, that's not my best trick with balls. You're gonna feel that in a minute unless you tell me the secret word." "Go to HELL!" snapped Butch. "You're not going to get me to tell you, no matter what you do, so you'd better start thinking about the things I'm going to do to you when you fail." Ricky did not seem at all concerned. We saw his hand move between Butch's legs. Butch immediately started squirming and thrashing. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH... GODDDDDDDDD..." then, "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" followed by some rather violent thrashing. I remembered this moment and asked Ricky about it later. He calmly explained that at that moment, he had Butch's nuts firmly in his grasp. He was squeezing them both, and then suddenly he would allow one nut to sort of POP through his fingers. He did that several times in rapid succession and had Butch screaming bloody murder. Those days were really providing me with an incredible learning experience. At the time, I did not know the meaning of the word masochist. But applying what I know now, Butch clearly was one. He could endure a great deal of pain and even seemed to thrive on it. He particularly seemed to enjoy it, when he was naked. And he really seemed to love being forced to do all sorts of painful and humiliating things. Especially if it was a younger guy who was doing it to him. This continued while he was in high school and college, although only a few of us knew. I did of course, because I was the younger guy who he continued to come to. But that's another story. The fact that I had a painful boner while watching the torture scene below clearly indicates that I had a strong sadistic side. Oh yes, and as far as Ricky was concerned, I was learning something else that was just a little confusing at the time. Ricky seemed to like it both ways. Anyway, back to the story. Ricky kept up with the ball and tit torture for sometime. Butch kept right on screaming and moaning and refusing to tell Ricky the secret word. We were approaching the end of the two hours, and although Butch was in a great deal of pain he showed no signs of giving in. I suspect that even though he was a masochist, he was starting to look forward to the things he could do to Ricky. I checked my Timex wristwatch and shouted down to Ricky, "You have 15 minutes left!" Ricky nodded and let go of Butch's balls and nipple. He stood up and looked down at Butch. As I said before, he was quite a sight by now. He was, of course, still lying on his back with his arms tied behind and underneath him. His feet were also bound and he was blindfolded. His naked body glistened with sweat and was covered with red marks from the lashing. And of course, there was the matter of his cock, encased in a wrapping of thorny vines. It was still hard. Oh yes, and one more thing. Butch had one of those really cool tan lines. His upper body and legs (below mid thigh) had a nice tan. But his groin and upper thighs were pure white. Ricky looked frustrated. He paced back and forth while kicking some more dirt onto Butch's chest and stomach. Though we had allowed Ricky to keep his shorts on for this part, I could tell that he was excited. His big boner was tenting his shorts. Then, Ricky came to sudden stop. He ran over to Butch's feet, bent down and grabbed hold of his ankles. Remember, though Ricky was a "little imp" he was actually quite strong. He was after all a gymnast. In one quick move, he pulled Butch's bound ankles up and over his head, and then simply stood up. Before we, or Butch understood what was happening, Ricky was standing with Butch's ankle bonds resting on the back of his neck. Butch was now partially suspended upside down, with his shoulders resting on the ground and his butt pressing against Ricky's abdomen. In this position, Ricky could reach around in front of him and play with Butch's balls quite easily. Skippy and I looked at each other in anticipation. Then Ricky made another incredibly athletic move. I don't think Butch had even adjusted to his first upside down position. Before Butch knew what was happening, Ricky grabbed hold of his lower legs, ducked his head out from between Butch's ankles, twisted Butch around and then placed his head between Butch's lower legs again. Now Butch was in a very uncomfortable position. He was still upside down, of course, but his chest was resting on the ground, with his head bent backwards. His knees pressed against Ricky's stomach and his hard thorn-wrapped cock dangled beneath him. Skippy and I were mesmerized. Ricky looked down at the back of Butch's head and demanded, "What's the secret word?" Butch snapped back, "Go to hell!" Ricky laughed and then slowly started bending his knees. I figured out what he was doing about the same time Butch did. As Ricky's knees bent, Butch's groin moved closer to the ground. Butch arched his back to keep his thorn-wrapped cock above the ground. But he was in a very awkward position and knew it would be impossible to keep this up for long. And, if Ricky knelt all the way down, it would be only a matter of moments before Butch's thorn encased cock was resting on the ground. Butch thrashed wildly. But with his hands tied firmly behind his back, and with his bound ankles around Ricky's neck, he had no leverage. Every muscle in his body was straining as Ricky slowly lowered Butch's body to the ground. "What's the secret word?" "OH GOD... please NO!" pleaded Butch. "What's the secret word?" teased Ricky. Though Ricky was pretty strong I could see he was struggling to maintain a slow pace towards the ground and to keep Butch from turning his groin to either side. Finally, Butch's cock touched the ground. "ARRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" he screamed as the thorns pressed into the underside of his engorged cock. He jerked his butt in the air, but the angle was tough and he could only maintain that back arch for a few moments. Then Ricky added to Butch's problem. "SMAAAACKKKKK!" Ricky gave Butch's butt a nasty smack with his hand. The effect was immediate. Butch broke his back arch and allowed his groin to drop to the ground. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGHH!" he screamed as the thorns tortured his cock. "Tell me the secret word or else you will feel the full pain on your cock!" I almost fell out of the tree. I was so excited. I had my hand inside my shorts and was stroking my own boner. I glanced over and could see that Skippy was just as excited as I was. Butch was trying hard to avoid the inevitable. He tried to twist his body, but couldn't. Ricky laughed. "Last chance tough guy. Tell me the secret word NOW, or feel the real pain!" Ricky slapped Butch on the butt again and again. Butch's twisting diminished and then he cried out, "SCREW YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT HEAD!" Ricky glared down at Butch and did his final athletic feat. He pulled his head out from between Butch's legs and simply let Butch's lower body drop to the ground. Butch's groin hit the ground and the thorns slammed into his hard cock. I can't even begin to describe the sound that came from Butch's mouth. It was one of the worst screams I had ever heard. And it didn't stop for some time. And the reason was simple, after Ricky had dropped Butch's legs, he jumped up and landed with full force on poor Butch's butt. He was keeping Butch's groin pinned to the ground by sitting on his butt. "Tell me the secret word... tell me the secret word..." Well, the time was up. Skippy and I scrambled out of our trees and rushed into the field. When we reached the torture scene, Ricky was still sitting on Butch's butt. Butch was screaming and crying as Ricky continued to ask for the secret word. I pulled Ricky off of Butch and told him the time was up and ordered him to go back to the fort and wait. I'm not sure why I did it, but I sent Skippy along to "guard" Ricky. I just sensed that it would be the right thing to do. For some reason, I did not want to let Skippy see his older brother for the next few minutes. As soon as Ricky and Skippy were gone, I untied Butch and removed his blindfold. I rolled him over on his back and carefully began removing the thorny case that was on his cock. He was crying, but laid very still as I worked to free his hard cock from it's painful cage. I recall being excited as I watched his tight stomach moving up and down. It took some doing, but at last I had all of the thorny vines off. By this time, he had one arm over his eyes. He seemed content to just lay there for awhile. I took the time to look him over. He was, of course, covered with sweat and red marks from his lashing. His hard cock was also covered with a whole bunch of nasty red prick marks. He was breathing very heavily. I watched as his cock moved up and down. I don't know why, but I slid sideways a little and lifted his head into my lap. I cradled his head and ran my hands gently through his hair. "You did great Butch! Really great!" He looked up at me through teary eyes and muttered softly, "I didn't tell him the secret word." I smiled and patted him on his head and shoulder and said, "Yes, I know, and I am very proud of you." That seemed to please him a lot. We remained in that position for about 15 minutes. Then I looked down at him. "Butch, it's okay if you don't want to do any more." I was feeling sorry for him I guess, and maybe a little guilty. He thought for just a moment then gave me a wicked smile. "Are you kidding? Bring it on! I'm ready for more!" I was almost overcome by the sudden transformation. The tears and whimpering were all gone. "Can I get up now?" he inquired. I nodded and let him get to his feet on his own. He seemed a little weak at first, but that too vanished quickly. The next thing you know, he was standing in front of me, naked, and determined. "Okay, so, now what?" he asked. "Well, we'll continue with your initiation." I stammered. He smiled and said simply, "OK." It only took me a moment to regain my composure. "Okay, we had better get moving. Since Ricky failed to get you to reveal the secret word, you get to torture him for two hours." Butch smiled and looked at me for a few moments and then said, "I know this may sound dumb, but I'm not sure I can do that. I mean for two hours. I guess I could just do the same things to him. " He really seemed confused. "So Butch, don't you want to get back at him? You know for torturing you?" Butch smiled. "Yeah, sort of, I just don't think I'm very good at thinking of nasty stuff and if I just do the same stuff to him, it'll seem sort of dumb and wimpy." I thought for a moment and then asked, "Well, what if we came up with some new tortures for him? Could you make him do them? After all, it was part of the deal." Butch thought about it and then laughed, "Yeah, I could do that. I'd kind of like to see him squirm and sweat." Now it was my turn to laugh. "Okay Butch, you just play along with me. Just follow what I say." Once again a plan was formulating in my quick and dirty mind. I couldn't quite explain it yet, but knew I'd be ready. I told him to follow me back to the fort. When we got back inside the fort, Ricky was sitting on the ground, with his head bowed. Skippy was standing behind him. I told Butch to sit down on the ground as well. Then I knelt down and looked at Ricky. "Okay, Ricky, looks like you failed to complete your mission. That means it's punishment time." Ricky nodded his head an quivered. I glanced over at Butch and gave him a wink. Then looked back at Ricky. "However, Ricky, we may just give you another chance." Ricky looked at me with excitement. "Butch still has the secret word, if we gave you some more time with him, do you think you could get it out of him?" Ricky perked up in a hurry and looked over at Butch who was, of course still naked. I could see the wheels turning in Ricky's impish brain. What's more, the front of his shorts started to tent out all over again. Ricky had a devilish look on his face and said, "Yeah, I'll get it out of him!" Butch shivered but remained quiet. "Okay, Ricky, if we give you another chance, you can't just keep doing the same things. You have to come up with new tortures." That did not seem to be a problem for Ricky. His mind was clearly on a roll. He smiled and nodded. Then I continued. "But this time, we want to know what the tortures are going to be in advance. If we like them, we may just let the tortures be done. Now go over to the backpack and take out the notebook and pencil. Then make a list with all the tortures you can come up with, then give me the list." Ricky ran over to the backpack and pulled out the notebook. Within a minute he was writing furiously. From where I was, I could see a nice list taking shape. It took him about 15 minutes, then he set the pencil down, looked at the list and smiled. "Okay, I'm done. Now what?" he asked. I told him to give me the list and then sit down and wait while Skippy and I went outside to review it. As we walked out of the fort, I looked at Ricky and Butch. Both had nice boners. Even without looking at the list, I was really looking forward to the next couple of hours. We walked far enough into the cornfield to be out of earshot, then we looked at the list. Skippy's eye's went wide. "Holy shit!" was all he could say. I was even more excited by what I read. Ricky had done a decent job. He had an interesting assortment of painful and humiliating "tortures." Now if I had developed into an absolute sadist, I would keep you guessing about what was on that list. But I won't. I know that I have forgotten a couple of things, however, what follows is pretty dang accurate. Torture List For Butch (Hahaha, he even gave it a title and an opening note) NOTE: All of these things will be done with him naked and tied up in different positions. 1) Force his mouth open and spit inside his mouth 2) Tie him between two fence posts near the old barn. The ones where all the ant hills are. Make sure his butt is over an ant hill, then crumble a cookie over his cock and balls and stir up the ant hill. 3) Tie him on a fallen tree in the swamp where all the mosquitoes are until he talks. 4) Tie him out in the sun and get hot rocks from the edge of the road and put them on his chest, armpits, stomach, thighs, cock and balls. 5) Pluck the hairs from above his cock. 6) Stuff green crab apples up his hole. 7) Tie him with his arms overhead and legs spread and then hang stuff from his balls 8) Whip his balls 9) Pee all over his body And that was it. While reading the list, I got even more excited, if that was possible. Skippy was also excited. He was anxious to get back into the fort and get things going. He turned to go, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. I could see a big smile cross his face. "Cool," he said, "Really cool!" Then we ran back inside the fort. "Okay Ricky, we like your list," I declared. Ricky seemed very pleased as I continued. "Skippy give Butch his shorts and shoes back. We can do most of the stuff on the list over by the old barn. But since someone might see us walking across that last field, Butch needs to have his clothes on." Butch pulled his shorts and shoes on. Skippy and I gathered up the ropes and stuff, jammed them into the back pack and then we headed off to the old barn. Ricky was clearly very excited. Butch tried to talk to me while we walked, but I placed a finger over my lips to indicate silence and winked. The old barn was just what you might expect. It had been abandoned many years before and was overgrown with bushes and weeds. A little further on, there was the farmhouse. It was abandoned as well. Though it was all boarded up, kids managed to get inside to play. It didn't take us long to find the spot by the fence with the ant hills. We knew they were there of course because we had recently gone through the "ant farm" phase of our young lives. A few of us had made "ant farms" for school projects. This is where we had come for the ants. As soon as we had confirmed that the ants were still there, I took the list out of my pocket and turned to Ricky. "Okay, Ricky, we are ready to continue. Now take off your shorts and shoes!" Ricky looked puzzled. "You heard me, STRIP!" I shouted. "BBBut, don't you mean that Butch should strip?" he stammered. I laughed, "Nope. After all, you failed and now it's time for your punishment." I turned and handed the list to Butch. "Here you go Butch, these are Ricky's punishments." Butch smiled as he took the list and started reading it. Ricky looked like he was going to feint. "But I thought I was going to have a second chance?" "I said, IF you had a second chance. I didn't say you would get one for sure. Anyway, you failed your mission and now you have to pay, so STRIP!" Ricky looked at us, and knew there was no sense arguing. He quickly pulled off his sneakers and shorts. His cock was standing almost straight up and he was already breathing hard. I threw Butch some rope and he wasted no time getting started. He walked over to Ricky grabbed him by the arm and led him to the old fence. He forced Ricky to the ground and had him lay down on his back, with his butt on top of the largest and busiest ant hill. He pulled Ricky's arms over his head, tied his wrists together and secured them to a fence post. He did the same thing to his ankles, however, since there was an old gate, he was able to secure Ricky's feet to two different posts. This meant that Ricky's legs were spread. Butch rummaged through the backpack and found what he was looking for. There was a bag of oreo cookies. He pulled out a broken one, crumbled it up and then sprinkled it over Ricky's groin and stomach. Then he stepped back into a shady spot and sat down to watch. Skippy and I did the same. It didn't take long for the fun to start. We saw a few ants crawling up the inside of Ricky's thighs. He could feel them and started jerking around. This of course disturbed the ant hill even more. Soon there were more ants, crawling up his legs and into his groin. Ricky kept jerking around and started to moan. Although these were not the worst type of ants, it was very annoying to have them crawling on your skin. Oh yes, and they did cause these tiny little stings every now and then. We watched as Ricky's torment began. He was sweating, and started to beg to be released. Of course we ignored him. Butch got another cookie. He split it open and moistened the cream filling with his tongue, then he rubbed some of the cream onto Ricky's hard cock. He even put a little dab of the stuff into Ricky's little piss slit. Soon the ants found their way to Ricky's boner. They seemed to like it just as much as we did and were running up and down its full length in no time. A few were nipping at the piece of cream in his piss slit. Then to make matters even worse, some horse flies joined in the fun. Now, to some guys, this may not sound too bad, until they consider the feelings. Ricky was bound tightly. He could feel many tiny prickly feet running all over his cock, balls, stomach and thighs and could not brush them off. And of course, some of them were actually stinging him. It did not take long for Ricky to start screaming. After a few minutes, Butch walked over to me. "How much longer should we do this?" he asked. Despite what Ricky had done, I could tell that Butch was feeling sorry for the little guy. Ricky was muffling his screams and was straining to hear out conversation. "Well," I noted, "His punishment needs to last for two hours and it's only been about 15 minutes." Ricky moaned. "You can keep him like this the whole time, or do some of the other things on the list. It's up to you, as long as he does his punishment." Butch considered this and then walked over to Ricky. He looked down at the squirming naked little imp. Ricky looked up at him with pleading in his eyes. "AGGGGGH!" he jolted as one of the horse flies landed on his stomach. They do sting! Butch knelt down beside Ricky's head and looked at him. "Okay, Ricky, if I release you from the ant hill, what's in it for me? What will you do for me?" Ricky begged. "Oh God, I'll do whatever you want, just get them off of me!" Butch laughed. "Well, if I get them off of you, you still have to do the rest of your punishment. Which means any of the other stuff on the list." Ricky pleaded, "YEA, I understand. I'll do them all, if you want, just get me off the ant hill!" "NGGGGGGGGGGAAAGGG!" Butch smiled again. "Okay, and one more thing, if I get you off the ant hill and we move onto the other stuff, you have to do me a favor." Butch looked at me and asked, "Is that okay?" I nodded and said, "Sure, whatever, as long as he does his two hours of punishment as well." Ricky cried, "Look, I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want!" Butch said, "Okay Ricky, here's the deal, I have a friend who has a birthday coming up. I want to give him a special present. So if you agree to be his slave for a day, I'll release you from the ant hill and move onto the other things." It didn't take Ricky long to decide. "OKAY, OKAY, I'll do it, I promise!" Butch seemed pleased. He leaned down towards Ricky's face and said, "Okay, good, and to seal the deal, we will do the first thing on your list before I release you. Now open your mouth!" Ricky was is no position to complain. He opened his mouth and held it open. Butch made a big "hocker" sound as he gathered a bunch of spit inside his mouth. He opened his lips and let a huge glob of spit drop into Ricky's mouth. He added a few more big globs, then told Ricky to close his mouth and swallow. Ricky did as he was told. It took Butch just a few minutes to untie Ricky. As soon as he was free, Ricky jumped up and proceeded to brush the ants off. It took him a little while but eventually he was satisfied that all of the little pests were gone. At this point, I decided to call a break. It was getting to be a very hot afternoon and I suggested that we all go for a swim. Ricky put on his shorts and we ran across the field to the old swimming hole. It was a deep part in this big creek and had an old rope and tire swing. Though we swam in pools most of the time, we still liked the old swimming hole. Most of the time we swam in our shorts, but, sometimes we went skinny dipping. Since it was such a hot day, we figured that there might be other kids coming, so we kept our shorts on. For the next hour we splashed around, did cannon balls and all of the things that boys do at a swimming hole with a tire swing. When we were done, we found a spot in the tall grass nearby and laid out in the sun to dry. About the time we were all dry, it was Ricky who broke the afternoon daze. "Hey guys, I think we better get on with stuff. I have to be home for supper and I have gymnastics practice tonight." I laughed and said, "Okay, we should be able to finish your punishment before then. Last one back to the fort is a rotten egg," I shouted, and took off running. The others jumped to their feet and chased after me. It didn't take us long to reach the fort. We were just about there when I noticed something. I stopped suddenly, turned around and motioned for the others to be quiet. In hushed tones, I explained what I had seen. Though it was almost impossible to see inside the fort from outside, there were small gaps in the bushes here and there. It was through one of them that I had caught the glimpse of a bright red shirt. Someone was inside our fort. I crept closer and peaked through the branches. Though I couldn't see who it was, I could tell he was alone. So, we decided to rush inside and confront him. "YAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH," we yelled as we burst into the fort. "DAMN, you guys scared the shit out of me!" the intruder declared. It was Jimmy, one of our friends from down the block. He was our age and looked like your typical 9 year old boy. Thin, but not too skinny. He also had the buzz hair cut his parents always had him get for the summer. Oh yes, and of course he had the usual "Y" added to the end of his name. Everyone did at that age, or at least it seemed that way. By the time we turned 13, the Y's would be dropped and we would be Jim, Rick, Skip, Scott and so on. "Hey Jimmy, what are you doing here? I thought you were on vacation?" I asked. "We got back late last night. I stopped by your house's but you were gone, so I figured you might be out here. So what's going on?" Okay, so here we go again. Jimmy had been gone almost a full week. He was one of our best friends. By a strange quirk of fate, a secret club had been born while he was away. If we tried to exclude him from our "special" activities, I knew that he was bound to get suspicious and decided we had only one course of action open to us. "Uh, Jimmy, listen, if we tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone, no matter what?" TO BE CONTINUED Coming Up Next- Ricky`s Punishment Continues, Jimmy Starts His Initiation, Butch Shoots and a lot more. STORY NOTES: My apologies for the delay. I hope to be able to complete the bulk of this story by the end of the summer. Roughly paralleling that summer when the "club" started. Though the exact timing may be a little off, the events did take place as described, and I am sure that most of the dialogue is true to what was actually said. Not word for word, of course, but very close. I am sorry if anyone has problems with the "tortures". All that I can say is that we did them and we were all really excited. There was something very adventuresome about them. Though we got a little brutal, we were all still very close friends. Once we were past the initital rounds of inititiations (though we still had some for new members), we came up with some more excuses to do "fun" stuff. LOL, how silly were we? Well, we decided there should be ranks in the club. To get to be a higher rank, you had to do more "stuff." And, as the years passed, and we grew, that "stuff" became more and more sexual. As time and interest permits, I may do a few short spin-off stories. Butch's story would be one of the logical ones to do. He was just turning 13 when these things happened. He continued his "initiation" through that summer. A lot of the most interesting things about Butch happened long after that and are not part of this story. Butch went through junior high and high school and could have been the "poster-boy" for an "All American Jock" magazine. He played, football, basketball, and baseball and was a star in each. He had girl friends all over him. But he also had something else. He had this special "need." It was a need that I helped him fill. In fact, I even helped him come up with a way for him "justify to himself" the things I had him do. If there is enough interest in Butch's story, I will start working on a spin off. I really do appreciate hearing from readers. I'd also like to know if there would be interest in hearing about what happened with Butch while he was in junior and senior high. My address for comments and such remains: westwoodscotty@hotmail.com.