Wrestling Initiation
This story contains the true-life account of incident that happened during my younger years in High School. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I was just your average 14-year-old student in his first year of high school. I had always been athletic and was a very good wrestler. I stood about 5'4" tall, weighed about 100 pounds, had short blonde, hazel eyes, and had a very muscular built. I had just started to bloom into puberty, with just a small amount of hair in my armpits, and a small triangle of hair in my crouch. I knew before wrestling season even started that I would face some kind of ritual initiation when I went out for the team. I was a tradition to always do something to the new ninth graders on the team. Everyone knew that all the freshman wrestlers got their heads shaved and part of their right of passage. The parent knew this too. The senior boys looked forward to this and the later portion of each initiation.
I remember the first day of practice. Everyone was scared not knowing when the initiations would begin. We had a very hard workout, and then the coach left the wrestling room. Mike, the self-appointed team captain ordered all freshmen to lineup against the wall and everyone except for the seniors left. There was about 9 of lined up along the wall. The one of the guys returned with the hair clippers and gave them to the Mike. He then informed us of our obligation as the newest members of the team. That it was tradition we all got our heads shaved, and that we each would face some other form of initiation later on in the week. The type of initiation would depend on how much they liked us. It could be something as simple as a pink-belly, some type of humiliation, a spanking, or whatever they saw fit to do. He then told us that this was the first phase of being accepted onto the team and we were to do exactly as he said. Mike then ordered us to strip completely and to stand against the wall facing him with our hands on our heads.
We all knew before hand that this was going to happen, so we got undressed a stood their naked before the seniors. We were each order, one at a time to approach Mike, to bend over at the waist, and then he proceeded to run the barber clippers over our heads until no hair was left. We then had to go over to the wall across the room, keeping our hands on our heads, and lean forward into the wall, with our heads resting against the padded wall. So you got 9 young boys with their butts sticking out leaning, against the wall, waiting for something to happen. Mike then walked the line, rubbing his hands over our butts, checking us out. The he ordered my friend Bobby to stand up and go to the center of the room. The rest of us were told standup, face inward, and keep our hands on our heads.
Bobby was told he would be the first to face phase 2 of the initiation, the rest of us were to watch, knowing that we would get something similar in the next couple weeks. Mike told Bobby that his initiation would be 4 swats with the wooden paddle from each of the seniors. He would take the first four from Brad, our heavyweight wrestler, and then Brad would restrain him for the rest. There were 15 seniors on the team. Bobby was ordered by Mike to lean forward at the waist, put his hands on his knees, and not to fall over. Brad walked forward, with this large wooden paddle made out of pine wood, it was about 18 inches long.
Bobby had the look of terror on his face as Brad took the first swing and made contact with his butt, _d_a_m_n_ that had to hurt. He took all four without loosing his balance, and then was ordered to stand up. Bobby stood up and you could tell he was in pain, but his _d_i_c_k_ was as hard as a rock. Brad then walked up to him and grabbed his head, bent him over into a headlock, and the rest of the seniors lined up to take their wacks at him. Needless to say there were a bunch of hard _d_i_c_k_s lined up against the wall too.
The first of them grabbed the paddle and commenced to laying the board across Bobby's butt. By the time the 5th guy grabbed the paddle Bobby was crying for mercy. The 5th senior, Jeff, gave him his 4 swats, the Mike stepped in and took charge. He told Bobby to stand up, put his hands on his head, which he did. Bobby was crying like a baby. His 5" _d_i_c_k_ was still hard as a rock, and so were ours.
Mike offered Bobby an option to the next 40 swats. He could either take the swats, or he had to jack-off in front of all of us. Bobby put very little thought into his decision, and ask Mike if he could remove his hands from his head to get started. Mike said, "Sure, go for it". Bobby then started to stroke his _d_i_c_k_ until he could hold it in no longer and blew his load al over the mat. All the seniors then walked over to him, hugged him, and welcomed him to the team.
Mike then ordered all of us to leave and hit the showers. I couldn't wait to get to a bathroom stall and beat my meat after this. Neither could the rest of them. We then showered, washed off all the loose hair that use to be on our heads and headed home. My phase 2 of the initiation was still to come. I just wanted to get it over with and be accepted.