The next morning, Wednesday, all of we Gators saw Carson at breakfast time. He avoided our looks studiously, embarrassed over his humiliation the night before, no doubt. There was not much he could do, actually, and he knew it and we, of course knew it as well.
Billy and I walked back to our cabin together as we usually did after breakfast. Being sort-of unofficial co-leaders of the 14 members of the Gators group, we were "best chums" as we called it.
"Carson sure was quiet, wasn't he", I said to Billy.
"Yeah, I guess he would be though, wouldn't he? I mean, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I would." We walked a bit further. "That really was fun, though. Carson got what was coming to him. I still can't believe he took the chance of sneeking to our side though. That was stupid."
"He's an arrogant asshole. Just the kind of thing an arrogant asshole would do. Probably thought there was no way he would get caught, he's so great and all -- in his own mind anyway."
"Wonder if his ass is still inked-up?" I said.
"Well, he didn't have much chance of washing it off last night, or this morning for that matter. Tell you one thing: I'm going to be at the shower stalls looking for him this afternoon." Billy began chuckling.
"You going to make a thing of it?" I said.
"No. I don't want to get the counselor's suspicions up. Beside, he knows that we know. That's good enough for me. Maybe if camp weren't over Saturday I'd say something. But, hell, it ain't worth it now. We'll all be split a hundred different direction in a few days. We'll never see Carson again."
"We should tell the other guys to just keep quiet about it," I said. "Like you said, we don't want to tip-off any counselors."
"You really enjoyed it, didn't you?" Billy said. "After all, it was you who had the switch idea in the first place."
"But it was you who went outside and got them."
"Want to know a secret," Billy said.
"Yeah, what?" I had no idea what Billy was going to say.
"I saw your hard-on."
"What?" I was embarrassed. I had no idea that it was that obvious.
"You heard me, Jason ol' pal. You got a hard-on last night and I saw it bigger than _s_h_i_t_."
"So what?" I said not knowing what else to say. I know my face must have turned red.
"So....nothing, I guess. But don't feel bad, I got one too just watching Carson get stripped and held down."
"You got one?" I said. I felt a little better.
"Yup. And you and I wern't the only ones either."
"What do you mean?" I asked. "What were you doing, checking-out everyone's crotch?"
"After I got one I just wondered if anyone else did."
"Well?"
"Well, I think Pickett had one but I'm not sure. But I know Wineberg had one."
"Wineberg? That twerp? How do you know that?"
"Well, remember, everyone except those of us on flag guard duty was wearing pajamas -- including Wineberg. And he was sitting right next to me too. In fact, little Wineberg had a huge bonner and his pajama pants didn't hide it much. I'm surprised you didn't notice. I thought it was going to pop out of his fly at any moment."
"Who would have thought," I said. "Wineberg, huh?"
"Yup. And probably some others. So don't feel so bad, Jason." We had about a half-hour before morning class so Billy and I had walked over to the boat house -- only a couple of minutes away from our cabin.
"You say you could see it?" I said after a minute or so.
"What? Wineberg's hard-on? Yeah, I could see it. Well, not 'it' but I could see the big hard lump under his pajama's bottom. Bigger than the lump in your jeans, too."
"Ahhh, c'mon. Not Wineberg." I said. "No way."
"Well, I know what I saw, Jason. A big one."
"Well, in a way I'm not all that surprised. I know for a fact that he jerks-off in bed at night." I said.
"Oh yeah, like that's big news. We all do that and you know it."
"Not the first year guys. At least not most of them." I said.
"But Wineberg does?"
"Yeah. His bunk is next to mine, you know." We were quiet for a minute. The camp was pretty noisy with guys horsing around, yelling and all.
"Let's get him." Billy said suddenly.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's get Wineberg. Switch him. Tell him we know he's been jerking-off too much and making too much noise doing it and that we've waited until this last week to bring it to his attention and that he needs to be punished and that we don't want to report him to the counselors. So we've decided to punish him ourselves and that our punishment is a switching. Not a hard one. But enough to sting like hell."
"Think the others will go along?" I said.
"The others won't know. It's just you, me, Wineberg and the switch. The two of us won't have any trouble with him. What do you think?"
"I'll hold him while you switch him." I was getting excited by seeing another bare butt switched -- even if it was Wineberg, who never hurt a flea.
"Then I'll hold him while you switch him. We'll make him show us his asshole too." Billy was very serious. "You know, we'll have him bend over or something."
"Yeah, that would be neat," I said. I suddenly realised that at the mention of making Wineberg expose his anus, I statred gettin and erection. "But not hard, not a hard switching, okay?"
"Well, it probably won't take much with him. He won't put up a front like Carson did. In fact, that's the one thing you got to say about Carson. He put up a fight and just didn't give up."
"When?"
"When what?" Billy said confused.
"When are we going to do it to Wineberg. We only got two more days."
"Yeah, that's a potential problem. I'll figure something out. You think about it too."
"Yeah, right," I said. "And Billy, " I said.
"What?"
"If we don't figure a way to do it to Wineberg, let's do it with each other." Billy looked at me for a long time -- straight in the eyes.
"You want to switch each other?"
"Yes. Not hard but just enough to feel what it's like."
"And show our assholes to each other?" Billy had a slight smile on his face.
"Of course," I said. Billy said nothing but started to walk away slowly. He stopped and turned around facing me.
"Okay, Jason. Let's do it. I'm willing."