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Init
Every freshman male had to be initiated into the high school before
they could be men. Mike, Tim, and I had taken it upon ourselves to
initiate another boy into manhood every night we could. Tonight, Jeff
was our target. He was a mousey little nerd who had escaped so far
because he didn't do many extracurricular activities, but he'd just
made the mistake of joining band.
Mike and Tim went and got Jeff as he was leaving practice.. They
brought him into the locker room where I was waiting and we started
the initiation.
He screamed all throughout the initiation, but nobody could hear him
because the locker room was completely soundproof, we'd made sure of
that when we decided to use it for our purposes. We three maintained
an eerie silence, we didn't need to say anything, we all knew the
routine and we all smart enough to pick up the changes if someone
wanted to improvise a little.
Jeff struggled madly as Tim pulled the t-shirt off his body and
tossed it on top of his backpack and coat. Mike was working on
pulling off his shoes without getting kicked. I leaned down and
helped him out, holding Jeff's foot so he could pull the shoe and
socks off. After that his pants came off easily and Jeff was left
lying on the floor in just his underpants.
He wasn't overly self conscious, he walked around in his underpants
every day when he changed for gym class, but usually the other boys
were undressed too. We, on the other hand, were all wearing our
executioners black sweat pants and t-shirts and it made him feel
distinctly uncomfortable.
Tim dragged him across the tile floor and into the next room where all
the showers were. I raced in ahead of him and turned on a couple of
the showers, one blazing hot and the other freezing cold. We dumped
jeff in the blazing hot one and he quickly scrambled out, then we
shoved him into the cold one.
He was just about crying by the time we finally let him to his feet
and led him back out into the front room. His undershorts were
soaking wet and his dick could be seen clearly through the white
material as it clung the skin.
Mike was ready when we came back out. Jeff was pretty much resigned
to his fate now, so he didn't fight much as we tied him to the lockers
in one of the aisles. We tied one hand and foot to the lockers on one
side and the others to the lockers on the other side. So he was
spread eagle with a bench between his legs.
Mike had been routing through peoples lockers and had found the
smelliest gym clothes he could find. He took a particularly bad jock
strap and pulled it over Jeff's face. Jeff spluttered and wiggled
trying to get the noxious thing off his face. The cup was stained
yellow with dried piss and sweat and the front was still slightly damp
from whatever boy had worn it earlier that afternoon.
Then Mike handed Tim a luggage strap and Tim went to work on Jeff's
back. Jeff started to whimper in pain as the strap cut cruelly into
his wet back with every blow. The blows showed white for a second and
then turned to red lines on his back. Soon his entire back was red
from the cruel punishment and Jeff was sagging in his bonds.
We untied him and let him down. He sat on the bench and stared at us
incredulously, he couldn't believe it was over. We handed him a glass
of Mountain Dew to drink and he took a big gulp. He realized
something was wrong the moment he felt the warm liquid touch his lips.
The smell alerted him a second later that what he was drinking was in
fact my and Mike's fresh urine.
He tried to spit out as much as he could, but he'd already swallowed
some of it. We laughed as he ran over to the drinking fountain and
gulped down the water as fast as it would come out. Then I went over
and shoved him back towards the massage table at the other end of the
locker room.
We put him up on the massage table and tied him face down on the edge
so his feet were touching the floor and his ass was presented to us.
Mike pulled his wet underwear off his body and we went to work. Tim
starting whipping his ass with the strap again while I filled a couple
bottles with water from the cooler. Mike put some vaseline on the end
of the bottle and without ceremony, shoved it up Jeff's ass.
Jeff almost screamed as the cold water flowed into his ass and shocked
his colon. When the bottle was empty, I took the other and plunged
this one up his ass too and emptied it. Now he had a full gallon of
cold water up his ass.
We flipped him over and tied him to the massage table face up, spread
eagled with his arms spread too. I got the fiery hot muscle relaxant
out and started liberally applying it all over Jeff's body. The skin
was flushed by the heat where I had applyed the lotion and Jeff was
breaking out in a cold sweat. I especially poured a lot onto his
exposed dick and balls and he screamed a moment later as the heat
started to penetrate his dick.
We left him there to writhe in pain from the heat for about an hour
while we cleaned up the locker room. Finally, we let him go, with a
strict admonishment not to tell anyone what had taken place. We threw
him outside of the locker room naked and let him wait a moment by the
door shivering and wondering if we'd give him his clothes back.
Finally we tossed those out too and he quickly got dressed in the
shadow of the locker room door and slinked away into the night.
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