Chapter 1

In the summer before I entered ninth grade I tried to join a boys' club gang that met on weekends. My older brother was going into 11th grade and I was the annoying 14 year-old, kid brother wanting to join his group. They agreed, much to my surprise. But then came the punch line. We were in a friend's garage and I was told to get into the club I would have to pass their initiation which involved getting 50 whacks on my ass with my pants pulled all the way down. There were ten club members and they were going to take turns giving me five swats each with a ping-pong paddle.

To their surprise I went along with it and pulled my dungarees down right away. You must understand, in the early 1960s fraternity and secret society pranks like this were not seen as abuse or frowned upon by society at large. Just boys being boys.

As it happened, I only got about a dozen whacks with the business end of a ping-pong paddle when a female voice made a very loud ' ahem!' sound. It was Lauren, Fred's older sister ( it was their family's garage we were in, ) and she had a mean look on her face. Lauren was in college, going into her second year in September, and there I was in my white jockey shorts with my jeans at my ankles. I pulled my pants up right away and listened while Lauren lit into her younger brother.

She said their mom was looking for Fred to get something at the grocery store. We were all about to leave when Lauren asked what it was we'd been up to, with me with my pants down and all? My brother explained it was an initiation into their club. Lauren wanted details and when she found it only amounted to a pants dropping and 50 smacks on my underpants-clad butt, she lit into my brother's friends making them feel two feet tall.

Lauren said in college fraternities or sororities initiations are taken seriously. She said, ' Watch and learn.' Then she turned to me and sweetly asked me my name. I told her it was Victor and she furrowed her brows, and spat out her words like a drill sergeant. Something like ' you have no name, pledge ... until you are in this club you will do as you're told and DON'T LOOK ME IN THE EYES ... YOUR INITIATION STARTS NOW!'

I lowered my gaze and murmured 'yes' and she ordered me to take off my denim cut-offs, t-shirt, sneakers and socks and roll them into a ball and give them to her. I did that right away and, even to this day, I can feel the excitement and thrill of that moment.

She grabbed the paddle out of someone's hand and told me to lean by the door and put my hands on either side of the doorway and bend a bit so my ass jutted out. Then she started whacking my butt, but only for ten smacks. She said something I couldn't hear to one of the guys and then loudly told me that I was going to get as many smacks as it took to turn my ass red. Then she pulled my underpants down to my feet and shouted " ON THE BARE, PLEDGE-BOY, ON THE BARE!"

It probably took only a few minutes, but my butt was burning because Lauren was not holding back. It must have been dozens of full swings! But it was not over. She had me step out of my underpants and she ordered me to pick them up and start masturbating into them.

The older guys around me started to snicker at me as they watched my face turn as red as my butt. Of course, I had masturbated into my underpants before, most guys do. But never before with an audience including a 19 year old girl; her fully clothed and me buck naked.

It did not take long; I came in five spurts and completely creamed my white undies. Lauren told me to fold them 'cum-side out' and stuff them into my mouth. I was still dripping but my cock rose stiff again as I moved to obey. I was surprised to find my body was aroused by many things at that moment: I was naked in a crowd of clothed teenagers, especially a girl, I had just masturbated on command from that girl, I could smell my cum and then taste it as I jammed it into my mouth. It was a tight fit and filled my mouth, but I managed to get the shorts completely in and I was totally gagged. At no time during this humiliating initiation did I lose my erection.

Lauren stooped down and unlaced my sneakers and tied the two laces together. Then she ordered me to turn around and face the wall. Lauren used the laces to tie my hands behind my back and I heard whispering and then Lauren told the guys to get that tin pail and start pissing in it. I thought they were going to douse me with piss, but they didn't. Instead, Lauren told them ' That's how you initiate a pledge.' And then I heard lots of laughter and the garage door open and then close. My face was still to the wall and I didn't know if I was allowed to turn around. When I did, I found I was alone.