Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2018 14:34:18 -0600
From: Ty Anon <903gangsta@gmail.com>
Subject: My Initiation (Adult-Youth)

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I am blindfolded, tied spread-eagle in an upright position.  My wrists and
ankles are bound to the circular metal frame constructed for this purpose.
The night is warm, almost hot, and muggy.  I can hear the crickets chirping
in the woods all around us, and the crackle of the bonfire about ten feet
in front of me.  I can feel its heat as well, and see its orange light
through the bandana tied around my head, over my eyes.  The men, around 30
of them, are silent.

This ritual has been performed many times before.  I've witnessed it.
Truth be told, I am giddy with excitement, though also shy.  From somewhere
in front of me, a voice booms.  He says my full name, and asks if I am
ready for my initiation.  I reply that I am.

The robe, or more accurately, toga that had been covering me is removed,
displaying my nakedness to the Society.  Although I cannot see them, I know
the men are feasting their eyes on my 12-year-old form.  My blonde hair,
cut in a regrettable bowl; my mouth, my chest, but most especially, my
crotch.  I had only one shock of dark pubic hair above my privates; I was
just entering puberty, though the hair was the only sign.  I wouldn't begin
to grow anywhere for another year or so.  Their eyes burned into me, silent
and lustful. I became erect at the thought of being the center of their
attention, the only object of their desire.  A few muffled giggles--I
interpreted them as bemusement at how ready I was.  A few growls of
anticipation.

I feel myself being spun around.  Hands grab my bottom, spreading it to
show the members of the society my virgin hole.  The plug, black, with a
dangling cord attached to the end, is placed against my back door.
Remembering my sponsor's coaching, I try to relax and let it enter me.  The
feeling is part pain, part pleasure, and part panic, as you don't really
know if you're going to the bathroom or not.  Finally, I fet the hilt and
knew that it was fully inserted.  I am spun back around.

When the vibration is turned on, my small prick leaps in uncontrolled
jerks.  My hips involuntarily thrust forward as the desire, the absolute
NEED, to fuck, takes over.

Hands again, warm and slick against my penis.  The Leader of the Society, a
physician of maybe 50, always conducts this portion of the ceremony.  He
strokes me, slowly at first, taking care to always provide me the friction
of his palm upon my cockhead.  I had started masturbating a few months
earlier, and knew that the head was beginning to turn from its normal light
pink to a deeper, fuller, purple.  I could feel the rhythm of the plug in
my ass, and when I pulled it in as far as I could, it hit my prostate and
made my insides flutter.

el it slide home.  There is a pleasant fullness inside me.  My cock swells
as I am spun back around.

Hands again.  This time warm and slick on my penis.  It's the leader of
this secret society, and he is the only one allowed to touch me at this
point.  As he strokes my little dick, which is standing at a 45 degree
angle and rock hard, the vibration begins in my ass.  I involuntarily
thrust my hips into my master's hands as the plug flutters my insides.  If
I squeeze, I can pull it right up against my prostate, which feels
amazing.  Master's hand is wrapped tight around my hard-on, slowly sliding
up and down, always making sure there's friction on the head.  Although I
can't see it, I know from previous masturbatory experience that the head is
swelling ever larger (as large as it can go on a kid, anyway) and turning
from its normal pink to a deep, dark purple.  The intensity of the vibe in
my ass is also slowly increasing.

I am masturbated like this for a few minutes, until I hear the Master
announce that I am leaking precum.  This is my cue to speak again.

"Please accept my seed as my covenant with all of you," I say, as loudly
and firmly as I can.

Still jacking me off, the Master removes my blindfold, and for the first
time I see the rest of the society.  Some are already naked, stroking their
own hard cocks.  Some simply watch.  All eyes are on me.  The intensity of
the vibration is suddenly turned to the max; Master speeds up his stroking
of my dick.  As instructed, I make eye contact with every audience member.
And then, suddenly, I feel the rush of my thin, clear semen working its way
into the base of my cock.  Another stroke, and I squeeze my anus tightly,
pulling the plug, in all its fury, onto my prostate.  Master holds the
ceremonial bowl--which looks like a large, clear glass vase or something,
under the head of my dick.  The first blast nearly overshoots the bowl, but
its lip is wide, and the boycum rolls down the side of the glass and into
the bowl itself.  Master slows down, milking my little prick slowly but
with a nice, tight grip.  I empty my balls into the bowl.

Sweat dripping down my chest, I slump against my restraints, fully spent.
However, Society rules prohibit any downtime.  As such, Master unshackles
me and removes the plug from my anus.  I go to the ground, assuming the
all-fours position.  My young dick remains stiff and hard below me.

Master holds the bowl in front of me as one-by-one, the other 20 members
rise, disrobe, and form their lines.  Two of them were able to fit in front
of me, to my right and left, with one behind me.  I chose the cock on the
right to begin sucking first.  The man on my left masturbated.

I had, by this point, sucked dick a number of times--first with my
babysitter, then with friends.  I knew what feels good to a boy or man.  My
most successful technique was, and is, to pull the head into my mouth, just
behind my lips, and form a seal.  Then I use my tongue, both the tip and
the broad part, to stimulate the underside of the glans, and the loose skin
of the shaft just below it.  By establishing a good pattern, I can usually
make a horny guy cum in only a couple of minutes.

This man is no different.  In under a minute, I feel his head swell in my
mouth; I taste his salty-sweet precum; I hear him begin to groan and
grunt.  At the last possible moment, he pulls his prick from my mouth and
spills his load into the bowl, where it slowly seeps to the bottom, mixing
with mine.

As I turn to suck the cock on my left, I feel the familiar pressure against
my loosened asshole.  A member takes me--unknowingly popping my anal
cherry, actually--and begins fucking me, hard.  He's rough, and I make
noises that one can interpret as "yes!" or "ow!" He continues.  A new
member steps into position on my right, beating his cock with some
intensity.  He lasts only seconds--I suppose watching this little boy
taking it in both ends must have really turned him on.  He, too,
ejaculates--a huge amount--into the bowl.  Master dutifully collects it.

The first man in my ass rapidly pulls out and half-runs toward Master.  His
first spurt of cum is onto the ground, but he is able to deposit the rest
into the bowl.  No sooner is the first man out of me than the second is
inside.  He's more gentle--working his head in and out of my hole, just
where the muscle hugs it.

The dick in my mouth is removed, and he instructs me to use my hand to milk
him into the bowl, which I do.  I'm proud of myself for not missing a drop.

The pattern continues until all of the members, with my sponsor and Master
last, have cum into the bowl, which is now quite full of our spunk.  As the
rest watch, Master hands it to me, and I bring it to my lips.  Savoring the
thick, salty jizz, I begin to drink--not to just gulp, but to drink--our
semen.  I allow it to roll over my entire tongue, nice and slow, so I taste
it.  I drink it all down, licking the bowl clean afterwards.

I have now been initiated.