But What If...

But What If... 6

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But What If... Chapter 6

PROLOGUE:

In the summer of 1955, when I was nine-going-on-ten years old, I'd been pestering my older brother for weeks about becoming a member of his secret boys club he and his friends had. Finally the guys said I could pledge to be a club member, but there would have to be an initiation.

I eagerly agreed and asked what I'd have to do to join. That's when the club president, Fred, told me the first thing I'd have to do is take off all my clothes and give them to my brother for safekeeping. I was shy and kind of scared, so I said 'No!' and ran out of there.

But what if....I had said ‘yes’?

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"So, are you going to take your clothes off, or what? ” smirked Fred. My brother, George, and the other guys chuckled and, having had their fun embarrassing me, George opened the garage door and yanked his thumb in a gesture that meant "Scram, punk."

That did it! I had been thinking of forgetting the whole Big Boy Club thing, especially after Fred told me to strip. But my brother's smug, sneering comment put my back up and there was no way I was going to 'punk out' with my tail between my legs. I got up the courage and shouted out, "Okay, I'm in!" and stooped down to undo my shoe laces and shuck off my sneakers. My sweat socks followed as I cast them aside too before Fred finally spoke up.

" Are you sure, Vic?" smirked my brother's 13-year-old best buddy. " You do know, don't you, that initiations are like fraternity pledging. They're meant to test your mettle, see how far you can go."

George added the kicker that just stiffened my resolve. He said " You saaaaay you're in, Vic. But are you really? Because you're either in or out and once in, no chickening out. It's probably going to be too much for you anyway, like too embarrassing."

I was having second thoughts but I was damned if I'd let them know that. George's tone of voice and fake concern for me just egged me on. With bravado I replied, " I can take embarrassment and a bit of pain too, if you have a bare ass spanking in mind."

Fred actually sounded concerned when he put his arm around my shoulder and sighed, " Yeah, I think you might have it in you, be brave enough to do this, Vic. But stripping and getting spanked, that’s just kids' play. We have to make this embarrassing and... well, even some things kind of gross. Otherwise just anyone could join up and it wouldn't be an exclusive club, now would it?"

The word 'gross' got my attention and I asked as bravely as I could, " I'm not afraid of being embarrassed. It's all in your head, anyway. right? And gross can be fun in a silly kind of way.. you know, like farting and pissing your pants at school. But not too gross, huh?"

"Well, what we usually do with new pledges is sort of a mix of silly, embarrassing, humiliating and just a little gross." answered Fred. “ But you don't have to do anything you REALLY don't want to do, because will give you options.. like other things you can do if you’re too chicken or too scared to do gross stuff. Okay?"

"The way we handle pledge objections," George said, interrupting with Fred's permission, " is to give you a few choices of less difficult tasks, you know if you don’t think you're up for it or if you find something too disgusting to do."

"Like what, for instance?" I asked being less nervous now and actually rather curious. In fact, I decided to pull off my t-shirt and threw it on top of my sneakers and socks. I undid my belt and pulled it through my pants loops and tossed it on the growing pile of my clothing and was about to unbutton and unzip my pants when Fred said something that made me pause.

"Well," said Fred, " like if we tell you to piss in a cup and take a big mouthful and swallow. And, naturally, you say 'No way, I'm not drinking my own piss!' Well, if that's too gross for you, we might say instead you should just open your mouth, stick out your tongue and let one of us piss in your mouth but you don't have to swallow a drop. You can just let our piss pool in your mouth and when it's full and dribbles out, you let it fall on your chest, belly, legs ( where ever it happens to spill ) and you spit out what’s in your mouth."

"See, Vic, that way you’re doing the pledge task, but just in a slightly less gross way." added George. " and that's fine. You will have passed that part of the test. See?"

"Hmm,well, sort of." I said, only half sure of myself but still determined to go through with this. " How about safety limits and like how much pain will there be?"

" Nothing to really hurt you or put you in danger, of course." said Fred reassuring me. " There will be lots of embarrassment, but like you said, all in good fun. I’m sure you can take a joke even when the joke's on you and is a little embarrassing, right?"

"Like farting in your face or playing stink-finger, you know." That was Kevin, one of George's younger buddies ( but still older than me ). He and Tom were the youngest club members and they both seemed to have a hard time keeping in their giggles while Fred and George were explaining the club's initiation rules to me.

"That's a good example," said Tom " because smelling a fart is kind of yucky but everybody laughs, right. But stink-finger, that’s a nastier dare game and it's really gross."

I wasn't familiar with the stink-finger dare so Tom explained. "You got to suck on your index finger to lube it up. Then you pull your pants and underpants down and then you work your finger into your ass hole. Then when you're up to your second knuckle up your ass, you wiggle it around and then pump it in and out for a count of 20."

"That's to make sure," added an enthusiastic Kevin, " that you got some poop on the skin of your finger and under your fingernail. "

"But then here's the gross part." said Tom who was clearly upset with Kevin stealing his thunder, " Once your finger is out of your ass hole, you have to sniff it, shove it all the way in your mouth and suck it clean and swallow your poopy spit."

"That is gross!" I said, but really thinking it wasn't that bad if you had good bathroom hygiene. Disgusting, but doable. I turned to Fred and asked him, " So I could do that, what Tom and Kevin just described, and that would be as gross as it gets? Or maybe I could substitute that task for something else instead, stuff that’s embarrassing but not too gross. Right?" Fred nodded, so I added, " And what would the less gross thing be, as a for instance?"

"Well, as that would be about poop-licking," he smirked, " fart smelling might do as long as it was done in a kind of gross way."

"And what way could that be?" I asked more curious than ever.

"Why, by sticking your face between our butt-cracks with your nose shoved right up against our ass holes while we fart.. or at least try to fart."

"That's still gross!" I said in disbelief. " How is that any better?"

"It'd be just like smelling a fart, but close up. That's all. No big deal, Vic!" piped in George who sounded annoyed. "Look" he went on, " Are you in or out? If you're in, take off the rest of your clothes right now and pledge to doing what we tell you. But if you're just a scaredy-cat, a little baby and you want out, then there's the door."

The place got all quiet. You could hear a pin drop. I was blushing from shame because I knew I was acting like a coward. Still not a word from anyone, just cold stares and shaking heads. No sound... until this, zzzzz, I pulled down my pants zipper and dropped my pants to the floor, then stepped out of them. I was down to my white jockey shorts.

"That's better." said George. " Your first task is a spanking from each of us... on the bare, of course. So man up, Vic, and take off your underpants and toss them on the pile so we can get started. We've only got an hour or two and lots to do. C'mon!"

It all sounded and felt so easy, so regular. 'Get the job done.' 'Do as you're told and everything will be fine.' Not those exact words, but that's what it came down to in my head, at least. So I pulled my underpants down, stepped out of them and kicked them on to the pile too. I was stark naked and, I’m not sure why, I started to giggle.

The other four guys started to clap in a rhythmic beat and ended with a loud cheer as they gathered up all my clothes and put them in a garbage can in the corner. Fred explained that my clothing was being symbolically thrown away until I completed my initiation, but that, if I did everything I had to do, I'd get my clothes back in about an hour or two so I wouldn't have to walk home naked.

It was George who made that even clearer when he said, " That means if you do as you're told and you get to wear your clothes home. But if you fail your initiation, you walk home buck naked. Like I said, it's either in or out and you have now chosen 'in'. Besides, you've got no choice, do you? We've already got all your clothes and you're not getting them back unless and until you pass everything in your initiation."

He was right, of course. I had no choice, so I nodded in agreement and asked what I had to do next. Spanking, strapping or caning was my first task and I was relieved to find out that it was my choice as to which I’d get.

But they said I first had to find out how each punishment would feel. So I bent from my waist to touch my toes, as ordered, and got ten hand slaps on my bare buttocks, five on each butt cheek. Nothing to cry about, really.

This was followed by five slaps from Fred's wide leather belt. That hurt more, of course. But I held back a muffled whimper. The first stroke from the 'cane' ( a length of 1/4 inch doweling Fred had in the garage ) stung a lot more and I cried out. The second stroke was even harder.

Fred explained that I needed to understand the extremes ( soft and hard ) so I could better choose how I was to be swatted. There would be many more hand slaps than belt strapping and only a few, maybe six, strokes with the cane. That did seem fair and, naturally, I picked a hand spanking by each of the club members.

That's when I was told I'd be getting 100 slaps, 25 from each guy, with Tom going first. They put a stool in the center of the garage floor and Tom sat on it with a grin on his face. I draped myself over his lap, my belly on his left thigh and my feet on tip-toes with my hip thrust up so I didn't touch Tom's right leg. That made my body tense as Tom began spanking me much harder than I thought he could.

My butt cheeks were burning and red when I got off Tom's lap. But I was glad when Kevin said he would wait his turn for a while so my soreness would ease before my spanking continued. Meantime, my first embarrassing and or gross task would now begin.

I thought Fred was just joking when he told me the club house didn't have any toilet paper, but that my tongue could be used instead. " We always like to be clean down there, Vic. So your first gross task is to lick all our ass cracks to make sure there's no poop smears."

Tom giggled and added, " And you'll have to ream our ass holes with your tongue too."

"No way!" I shouted. " That’s disgusting! Give me back my clothes, you perverts!"

George chuckled and shushed me saying, ' You’re right, that is very gross, Vic. But you don't have to lick our asses if you'd rather do something else that's almost as embarrassing but not as gross as that."

"Like what?" I asked whimpering and wondering how I was going to get out of this nonsense that I'd agreed to.

"Like don't lick the back. Lick the front. You won't have to lick our ass holes," said Fred, " if you’ll just lick our balls instead."

That sounded a lot better, at least until Kevin chimed in with " and our dicks too. You got to lick our dicks as well as our balls."

That would be more embarrassing, but not as much as ass-licking, I figured. So I agreed to do it. I got down on my knees in front of Kevin as he unzipped and yanked his jeans down, then pulled his underpants to one side and his package popped out. He grabbed his dick and moved it up so my tongue could get beneath his bald balls.

I began licking and it wasn't too bad even when he had me take long licks up and down his cock shaft and even on his pee-hole which smelled really rank and was getting sticky wet.

Actually, truth be told, I was sort of enjoying the silliness of this whole lick-dick thing and the clear stuff coming out his pee whole was sweet and, surprisingly, tasted kind of nice. Fred asked me if I liked it and I shrugged my shoulders and said it was okay.

"That's good," smiled Fred who had already dropped his pants and underpants, " because now it's my turn. But I want you to put my balls in your mouth and suck on them after your lick them for a couple of minutes."

Fred's balls were a bit hairy but, other than that, sucking them was okay. He also wanted me to lick his cock up and down and even keep it in my mouth and kiss it a little. It was weird, but okay.

When I finished with Fred, my brother had his go. George also had me tongue his cock head until that sticky sweet liquid came out. As the youngest, Tom got to go last. Like Kevin, his balls were hairless and his dick was smaller than Fred's, but he enjoyed it as much as the others. I could tell because he giggled an awful lot.

So now the spanking and two embarrassing jobs were over and done with and Fred said I had about a half-hour more of gross or humiliating things to do and I'd be a full-fledged club member. He asked if I wasn't too grossed out about sucking his balls. I said it wasn't a problem, but that they were kind of sour and not sweet like his dick was.

Fred grinned and looked over to the other guys, then he turned to me and said, " Vic, you did good at sucking on my cock and maybe that's because, even though you're almost ten, you still suck your thumb at night, don’t you?."

Everyone laughed but I was pissed off at my brother who obviously must have told Fred how I couldn't get to sleep at night without relaxing with a good long thumb-sucking. Fred talking about that in front of everyone made me look like a little kid or even a baby. I was blushing beet-red, even more than when I stripped or licked the guys' cocks.

But Fred said I had done a good job. " We're near the end now, Vic." he said trying to console me. " You know why we don't have toilet paper here? "I shrugged my shoulders and he answered his own question. " Because we haven't got a toilet in the garage. But I'm guessing most of us really need to pee about now. I know I do."

All the guys were grinning like wolves now as they looked at me. Tom and Kevin were beside themselves giggling like little girls. Fred winked at George like they were sharing some secret.

"You didn’t let us use your tongue as our toilet paper, Vic." said Fred ominously, " but your mouth would make a real good urinal. So open up wide and stick out your tongue!"

"Oh, no.. no way. " I stuttered and stammered. " You're not going to piss in my mouth. I'm not drinking any piss!"

"Yeah," said George, " that would be really gross, especially as we'd have to insist you swallow every drop. Because we can't have spilled piss stinking up Fred's dad's garage, now can we?

"True," said Fred, " but maybe Victor will do something only a little embarrassing and not so gross, instead."

"Like what?" I asked out of sheer desperation.

"Well, seeing you still suck your thumb at night," smirked Fred, " and you were pretty good doing it with our cocks, how about you give us all blow-jobs?"

Now I sort of knew the term ‘blow-job’ from what older kids said in the schoolyard. But I wasn't quite sure how it was done. Also I thought only girls did that. And only the really slutty girls in eighth grade, at that.

So I gave Fred a nod 'yes' because I really hated the idea of having them piss in my mouth. Besides, for the last 20 minutes or so I'd had each of their cocks on my tongue or in my mouth.

"Could you tell me what I have to do? You know, to do a blow-job thing?" I said. " How do I blow on your junk while it's in my mouth. Not sure how that works."

George gave me a few hints how to do it and I tried it out using my finger in my mouth. My finger moved in and out and when I my twirled my tongue round my finger it got easier to do. I practice with my finger for a couple of minutes and finally said 'okay', I'd to it.

Fred was first and he began by stoking his dick a bit to get it bigger ( I'd heard about that in the schoolyard too. It's called jacking-off and only boys can do it ) When it was quite big and a drop formed on his pee-hole, he shoved it into my mouth and told me treat it like a big, juicy thumb. I sucked him in and out for what seemed a long time until his dick got very warm and creamy.

Fred was jerking back and forth and breathing heavy when he told me to get ready he was about to come. And man did he ever! He gushed over and over and my mouth was soon filled with a creamy goo that wasn't sweet at all. My mouth was near full when he shouted, "Swallow it, every drop!"

George, Kevin and Tom were next in that order and it pretty much went the same, except nobody’s load was as big as Fred's was. My initiation time was almost up but Fred said I had to have a shower because I had been doing so many dirty things today. They all laughed at that and laughed even harder when George added, " Yeah, Vic, you need a special shower... a golden one!"

And that's when they dragged me outside and surrounded me. Tom said that for my privacy they were making a circle around me as I knelt on the ground, so no one outside the circle would see how they were all going to piss all over me.

"Don't worry, Vic," said George. " You're going to keep your eyes shut tight and your mouth closed, so no stinking, stinging piss hits your eyes or goes into your mouth. "

“ I can’t go home stinking like a toilet!” I cried. “ Mom would kill me!”

“Yeah, you’ve got a good point there, Vic,” admitted George. “ So after your golden shower, we’ll use the garden hose on you. It’ll be very cold water, of course. But at least you won’t stink so much, Okay?”

I saw I had no choice, so I agreed to that too. ” But I will get all my clothes back, right?”

"Absolutely. And when we're finished with your second, less stinky shower," added Fred, " you have to slowly count to fifty before opening your eyes, then you can stand up and be ready to go home. Your clothes will be in a pile just outside the circle."

It wasn't all that bad. Actually, it wasn't as much pee squirted on me as I thought there would be. It was kind of gross, but at least I didn't have to drink any of it. They took just a minute to empty their bladders on me. The hosing was cold, but I could take it.

I did a slow count and at 50 I opened my eyes. I was inside a circle of kids alright. But it wasn't Fred, George, Tom and Kevin around me. Instead it was eight girls about my age or a bit older. They had been silent but were stifling giggles as I looked up at them now.

The oldest looking girl spoke for them all. She said her name was Justine and she had a message for me from Fred. " The guys said you did a great job today, Vic. And you can be the club's official cock-sucker, if you like.”

That was the most embarrassing thing to happen to me that day. Justine saying that. And then she told me that my clothes were all there, in a pile right behind her.

She moved aside and I could see my clothes. Then Justine added, "But you might not want to wear them on your walk home. It seems the guys aren't straight shooters and they misfired in giving you that Golden Shower, because your clothes are all very wet with pee.” Then she turn to her friends and added, “ Typical of guys, eh girls?"

They all laughed and didn't stop until Justine put up her hand to silence them. "So here's the deal, Vic," she said. " You can either put on your stinking clothes and run home, or we can escort you home with us in a circle around you so no one else can see. So which will it be, Vic? Gross or just a little embarrassing?"

I had just gotten a cold hosing and didn’t smell too bad. So I decided to not put on the piss-soiled clothes. Well, the girls had already seen me naked and apparently witness my being pissed on. I was sort of getting used to it now and, I hated to admit it to myself, but I kind of liked it.

So I said I’d stay naked if they’d crowd around me so no one else would be able to see me. Justine and her friends formed a circle around me and taunted me all the way home.

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