"You two go ahead, I'll catch up in a minute." Billy said to Wineberg and me as we approched the warehouse where both counselors and campers stored their luggage during camp. "Here's the key." Billy handed me a key ring with two keys on it, one for the front door, the other for the padlock on the large sliding doors.
"Where you going," Wineberg said.
"Let's just say I got something to do," Billy said, smiling."
"Billy's got to take a leak, Wineberg." I said and watched Wineberg blush.
"Oh." Wineberg said, sorry he had asked.
"Right," Billy said. "Go on, I'll be there in a minute. Don't start work without me." He chuckled as he walked off the road toward a thicket of bushes.
Billy had talked to Mr. Matson and gotten permission for the three of us to clean up the warehouse before the entire camp came down the next day to pick up their various pieces of luggage before leaving camp. Matson must have been surprised the Bill had volunteered us for the duty. But Billy was a favorite of Matson's and Billy had convinced hiom that we would rather take on this rather light duty than take our chances of being assigned something less easy. Matson gave Billy permission and the keys to the building.
The warehouse was at the end of a road seperated from the camp by a quarter mile. Itwas more of a barn than a warehouse and was used to store some miscellaneous pieces of campground equipment as well as luggage. The road itself took a hard turn just before the warehouse and this put it out of sight and hearing of the camp. It was probably the most isolated building on the campgrounds.
I unlocked the front door and Wineberg and I entered. Like most of the other first-year Gators, Wineberg looked up to both Billy and myself and we had no trouble recruiting him for the clean-up detail.
"Is there a broom or something," Wineberg said, looking around.
"Just hold off a second," I said. Billy will know what we're supposed to do. Wineberg went off investigating the place. I sat in a chair and waited for Billy. I dodn't have to wait long. He entered the front door looking around.
"Where is he?" Billy asked. He had a freshly cut branch in his hand and was finishing stripping off the leaves and smaller branches. "How's this for a switch?"
"Kind-of big isn't it," I said.
"Don't worry, I'll trim it down to just the right size for Wineberg's little ass. And yours too," he said smiling and continuing to make the branch into a switch of just the right length and thickness.
"He's off investigating," I said. "How do you plan on doing this?"
"Just go along with me. Whatever I say, you agree with. Okay?"
"Sure." Just then Wineberg walked back into the room. Billy quickly held the switch behind his back.
"Lock the door, Jason." Billy said. I got up walked to the door and turned the inside lock.
"Why you locking the door," Wineberg said.
"Cause we'll be in the back room first and I don't want anyone coming in, that's why." Billy said patiently. "Lead the way Jason." I had only been in this building maybe three time but I did remmber that there was a back room and I had a general isea where it was. I started off with Wineberg behind me and Billy behind him.
We found the room and entered. It was practically empty and dusty from disuse. There was an old office-type desk and a couple of folding chairs and a wooden file cabinet and not much more. The window was thick with dust and cob-webs.
"Okay, Wineberg," Billy said as we looked around. "I've got good news for you."
"What?" Wineberg said, already a little suspicious.
"Well," Billy said still holding the switch out of sight behind his back. "Every year, the second-year leaders choose two or three first-years to pass the leadership to for the next year. Jason and I have choosen you and two of your fellow first-years. We wait 'til the last couple of days of camp so you guys don't start feeling too important in front of the other first-years." I tried not to smile as I listened to Billy.
"Gee, thanks, Billy," Wineberg said. "But I think I'm the best to be leader next year and beside I thought the counselors choose the leaders.
"Well," I said taking up the story before Billy could come up with something, "We didn't say that you specifically would be leader, just that we think you've got the potential. You and a couple of others."
"Who?" Wineberg asked, innocently.
"Well, you see, we can't tell you that. It's strictly confidential. Which means that you can't tell anyone either. You have to keep it secret. Otherwise the ones not choosen would be jealous. I'm sure you understand that."
"Yeah, sure."
"So don't mention this to anyone," I said. "And if one of the other guys asks you, just act dumb. Okay? Not a word. It's part of the tradition."
"It's a real honor," Billy said seriously. "But you got to pay a price."
"What?" Wineberg asked.
"You got to have your bare butt switched by the current leaders," Billy said as he produced the switch from behind his back."It's like an initiation."
"No way," Wineberg said starting to back away from Billy and the menacing-looking switch. I quickly got behind him and pinned his arms. Wineberg started struggling but I had him well immobilized from the waist up.
"Wineberg!" Billy said in a semi-yell. "If you put up a fight, I'll double the number of strokes. Don't worry, we don't do it hard, just enough to hurt you a little. Why else call it an initiation?" Wineberg quickly realized that he was not in any position to put up much of a struggle. Both Billy and I were larger than he and had him outnumbered in any event. Even so, he attempted to break loose of my hold.
"Okay, Wineberg, I'm warning you officially, if you don't stop fighting it, I'll double your strokes and I may make the last one real hard." Billy said.
"How many?" Wineberg stopped wiggling around. Billy looked at me. This was something we hadn't decided or even talked about beforehand.
"Three," I said suddenly. "From each of us," I added quickly. Nobody said anything for a moment. Wineberg remained still, with me still holding him tightly.
"Okay," he said to my surprise, "but not on my bare... you know, my bare...butt."
"Nothin' doing, Wineberg." Billy said. "That's part of the initiation -- you're taking you're pants down and bending over."
"We've seen your butt, Wineberg," I said. "Remember, we take showers together and change for swimming. It's not like you've got something to hide, after all."
Billy put the switch on the desk and dropped to his knees in front of Wineberg. He reached up to undo his belt.
"No don't." Wineberg said. He began struggling again and I tightened my hold on his arms. "Please don't Billy. Please Jason, don't let him do this to me."
"Hold his legs still," Billy said. I pulled Wineberg backwards toward the desk behind me. Then, leaning back against the desk, I hooked one leg over both of Wineberg's. Billy had his belt undone and unbuttoned his jeans. "Just relax, Wineberg," Billy said. "This will soon be over -- only remember you can't tell the others." Billy had his jeans unziped and was struggling to pull them down. Wineberg apparently saw that fighting was useless and had relaxed. I removed my leg from over his. Billy, still on his knees, finally got Wineberg's jeans all the way down to his ankles. I looked over Wineberg's shoulder to see Billy next reach up and start to pull his underpants down.
"Please don't," Wineberg said. "C'mon guys."
"Shut up and relax." I told him. Billy very slowly slid the underpants down exposing Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_ and balls. To my amazement, his _c_o_c_k_ was was just begining to grow stiff and was quite large for his size. Billy quickly slid the pants down to his ankles. Billy stared at Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_. So did I.
"Is this why you didn't want your pants down?" Billy lightly grabbed Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_ in his hand. "You're getting a hard-on, aren't you?"
"Don't do that, Billy," Wineberg said but Billy continued to fondle the large _c_o_c_k_.
"Well, let's just see," Billy said, lifting Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_ up toward his belly. "Let's just see what kind of balls you got. We want a leader of the Gators to have a good set of balls." I watched as Billy cupped Wineberg's balls in his other hand. For a moment I could have sworn that Billy was about to bend forward a put either Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_ or his balls in his mouth. He was very intent on what he was doing.
"He's got a big enough _c_o_c_k_, I'd say." I said.
"Hey, c'mon you guys," Wineberg pleaded. "You said you were going to switch me, not this."
"Yeah, well, that was the plan alright," Billy said. "But then you started getting a bonner. I was just wondering why, that's all." Billy let go of Wineberg's balls but continued to hold his _c_o_c_k_ in his hand. "We'll get to the switching in a minute."
Wineberg's bare butt was pressing back against my crotch as I continued to hold his arms immobile behind him, his full weight leaning back against me, me supported by the desk. I had a full erection. I wondered if Wineberg could feel it.
I took the chance of letting go of Wineberg's arms. Instead, I reached my left around and across his chest, pinning only his left arm against his side. His right arm was free. So was mine. I slid my right hand between Wineberg's butt and my crotch and began to slowly move my extended index finger down between his butt cheeks. Wineberg was now sweating a little and my finger slid along his wet, slippery skin between his buttocks. Wineberg knew what I was doing.
"C'mon, Jason, don't do that." Wineberg said.
"Don't do what, David?" I surprised myself by calling him by his first name.
"Don't touch me there." He said. I slid my finger further down in the deep cleft of his butt, pressing hard now. Finally, my finger found the small bump of his anus.
"There? you mean." I said and pressed hard against his slippery asshole. I felt the muscle relax and my finfer entered slightly.
"Please don't, Jason," he said softly. As I continued to press and rub my finger in and around his anus, I looked down to see that Billy was once again holding Wineberg's balls in his hand.
"I've heard that if you rub some guy's asshole they get a full hard-on. I'm just seeing if you're one of those guys." I said. I suddenly realized that although his right arm was completely free, Wineberg was not using it to resist. In fact he was holding onto the edge of the desk with it. Wineberg was putting up no struggle at all. I inserted my finger up into his tight, damp anus a little further then began slowly pushing and pulling my finger -- never pulling it quite all the way out. Wineberg offered no resistance. Instead, he said "Oh" over and over again. Said it so low and softly that I could barely hear him.
"Geeez, Wineberg," Billy said, looking at Wineberg's rapidly growing erection. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Wineberg's stiffening _c_o_c_k_ was now pointed directly at Bill's face, less than a foot away. Again, I got the impression that Billy was about to lean forward and take it in his mouth. Wineberg was now completely relaxed and was moaning softly as I worked my finger even further up into his tight muscle. I could only assume that Billy knew what I was doing. I wanted to make sure.
"There, Billy, you see. Like I said, if you rub some assholes, other things happen."
I watched Billy reached down and spread Wineberg's legs apart so that he could get a better grasp on his balls. Wineberg offered no resistance to this. Wineberg winced in pain as Billy clamped his hand tightly around the loose scrotum.
"C'mon guys, don't." Wineberg said but with not much conviction.
"Okay, Jason." Billy said after a minute during which we each continued to rub, squeeze and poke. "Let's have a look at his little butt." Billy stood up and drug one of the folding chairs over next to where I was still leaning back against the desk. He picked up the switch from the desk. "Over the back of the chair, Wineberg," Billy ordered sternly.
I pulled my finger away from Winebergs anus and loosened my grip around his chest. I gave him a slight shove toward the chair. "You heard him. Over the chair." I said. Wineberg hobbled the two steps to the chair, the back of his legs and his bare butt visible. He stood behind the chair for a moment.
Billy grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him downward. "Over the back, Wineberg, and hold onto the seat." Wineberg leaned over the chair and grabbed the seat with both hands. His butt was raised up and presented a beautiful target.
"Remember, you said not hard," Wineberg said looking back over his shoulder. He seemed completely resolved to his fate.
"Right," Billy said tapping the switch lightly against Wineberg's butt. "Mine won't be hard. I don't know about Jason's though. Ready?" Billy brought the switch back and then forward across both buttocks.
"Awwwlll," Winberg said as the sting hit him a second later. It was not a hard hit but it must have stung.
"C'mon, Wineberg. That wasn't hard." Billy said.
"That's one," I said to both Billy and Wineberg.
"And here's the second," Billy said as he landed his second, again squarely across Wineberg's plump butt. The switch made a strange craking sound as it hit.
"Awwwlll, that stings, that stings." Wineberg started to stand but I pressed a hand against his back to keep him bent over.
"Hold the seat, Wineberg," I said. Billy now teased Wineberg by lightly tapping his butt with the switch a few times.
"And....now....the...last...........ONE!" Billy landed a hard one. Wineberg immediately stood reaching back to rub his buttocks.
"Awwlll, _s_h_i_t_!" Wineberg said loudly.
"Why, David," I said, "I've never heard you swear like that," I said teasing him.
"Ohhh, man, that hurt Billy. That really hurt." Wineberg was still rubbing his butt with both hands.
"I know," Billy said. "But it's over. That's the important thing."
"You mean I can pull my pants up now?" Wineberg said and started to bend over.
"Not so fast," I said. "My three are coming."
"I think we need to give Wineberg a short break," Billy said to me. "Besides, I want to take a look at his asshole. Bend over, Wineberg, hands on your knees.
"Oh, geez, guys, enough of that." Wineberg said.
"Oh no, not enough," Billy said. "Now do it"
"Right, Wineberg, don't make me mad or I'll forget to give you easy swats," I said. "Bend over." Wineberg slowly bent over, placing his hands on his bare knees. Billy and I both moved directly behind him.
"Spread your legs wide apart," Billy said. Wineberg moved hos feet and legs apart.
"Now reach back and pull your butt open so we can see," I added. Wineberg hesitated a moment then reached back with both hands and seperated his buttocks. "More," I said.
"My, what a nice looking butt hole," Billy said moving closer. "Awfully small looking, though. Was it tight, Jason?"
"It did seem a little tight, as a matter of fact," I said. "But real wet and slippery."
"Well, let me see," Billy placed an extended finger against Wineberg's anus and pushed slightly. "Yeah, I'd say it's tight. Stand up." Wineberg was all to eager to release his butt cheeks and stand, thinking his asshole inspection was finished. "Now bend back over the chair." Billy said. Again Wineberg quickly did as he was told. "No, bend way over and spread your legs again." As Wineberg leaned way over, thrusting his butt high in the air, Bill lightly switched the inside of Wineberg's legs as he spread then further and further apart. "Now let's see just how tight your ugly hole really is," Billy said. "I wonder if it will take my thumb."
"Stop, Billy. Don't." Wineberg said as Billy slowly rubbed his thumb back and forth across Wineberg's fully exposed anus."C'mon, Billy quit playing around. Don't do that."
"You can take it, Wineberg." Billy said. "You _s_h_i_t_ turds bigger than my thumb don't you?" Wineberg said nothing. "Well, don't you?" Billy asked again with his thumb still pressing against the tight little hole.
"I don't know," Wineberg said.
"What," Billy said. "You don't know if you _s_h_i_t_ turds bigger than my thumb?" I watched as Billy pressed harder and began to force his thumb up inside Wineberg's anus.
"Ahhhhhh!" Wineberg cried. "Don't." But Billy pressed harder.
"Well," I said. "You better answer him, Wineberg."
"Okay, okay, okay. Yes, I do."
"Not good enough, Wineberg," Billy said as he twisted his thumb back and forth. "You do what?"
"Ahhh,.....I..._s_h_i_t_...turds bigger than your thumb. Okay? I said it. Okay?"
Then with a quick thrust, Billy shoved his thumb well up into the tight muscle. "Ahhhwwlll," Wineberg said loudly. Billy shoved even deeper. "Awwllllllll, god, don't. Please Billy, don't do this to me. Oh, please, Jason, make him stop, please, please, please."
"C'mon, David, you know you like it," I said.
"Well, you're right, Jason, it's tight," Billy said. "But it will take your finger too, I think," He added.
"Please, guys. That hurts."
"Sure it does," I said. "That's why it gives you a hord-on, I guess." I placed my finger next to Billy's thumb ang gently wiggled it into Wineberg's hole. The muscle slowly relaxed and I watched as Billy twisted his thumb back and forth.
"Don't, please don't." Wineberg said. "That really hurts guys. Stop."
"What hurts, Wineberg," Billy said. "What hurts? C'mon, Wineberg, say it!"
"What!? Say what," Wineberg asked. "What do you want me to say, Billy? I'll say it, just tell me what."
"What's this I got my thumb up inside of and Jason has his finger up inside of?" Wineberg was in a predicament. He didn't want to say the word Billy had in mind. Say it!!"
"Okay, okay......my....asshole. There! Are you satisfied?"
"Not quite," I said, pulling my finger out a little then ramming it in again. "Say it again."
"My asshole, my asshole, my ASSHOLE!! There. Now stop, please." Wineberg was getting a little pissed it appeared.
"Not yet, Wineberg," Billy said. "If you're going to be a Gator leader next year, you got to say certain things.
"What do you use your asshole for, Wineberg?" I said. "I'll give you a hint: the word starts with an 's'."
"Awwwwrrr," Winberg said as Billy and I pressed hard. "I......"
"You what..?" I said.
"I _s_h_i_t_ through it! Okay?? Is that what you want? _s_h_i_t_, _s_h_i_t_, _s_h_i_t_. I _s_h_i_t_ through it. Big turds, okay? Big turds bigger than your thumb, Billy. Okay? Now please stop."
"Okay," Billy said and slowly pulled his thumb free. I gave one last thrust, burying my finger as deep as I could and then slowly pulled it out.
"Feels like he's lost his hard-on," Billy said reaching around to feel Wineberg's _c_o_c_k_.
"Must mean he's ready for my three," I said, picking up the switch from the desk. "Just stay the way you are." I told wineberg. Without warning I landed a medium swat to both cheeks.
"_s_h_i_t_!" Wineberg siad.
"Hey, Wineberg, watch your language," I said laughing. "Don't get carried away." I brought the switch way back and landed a hard swat across his butt.
"Ahhhhrrrrrrr!" Wineberg raised up off the chair and started to grab his butt.
"Back down, Wineberg," I said. "I got one more."
"_s_h_i_t_, Jason," Wineberg said as he leaned back over the back of the cahir, his butt thrust upward. The last switch had left a bright red mark. I had a full hard-on by now and the sight of Wineberg's plump ass cheeks and the red mark I had caused was really exciting. But switching his butt and hearing him beg for us to stop was a real turn-on for me. But I hadn't really meant to hit him so hard. I had nothing against Wineberg. He was a nice guy, actually, and a fellow Gator, after all. I had just got carried away. I looked over at Billy. He was wiping his thumb on his handkerchief. I took a deep breath.
"Okay, Wineberg," I said. "Your last one coming." I watched as Winberg closed his eyes tightly. I brought the switch across his butt lightly -- just enough to cause a sting, I thought. "Stand up," I said. Wineberg stood and immediately began rubbing his butt.
"Turn around," Billy said putting his handkerchief back in his back pocket. "Well, what happened to your hard-on?" Billy asked.
"You won't tell, will you?" Wineberg asked still standing there with his pants around his ankles, his _c_o_c_k_ hanging limp.
"What?," I said. "That you got a hard-on when I touched your butt hole?"
"Not just touched," Wineberg said.
"Well, whatever. No, I won't tell. Remember this initiiation is secret. You don't talk about it, we don't talk about. Fair?"
"Sure," Wineberg said relieved that his ordeal was over.
"Pull your pants up, Wineberg and get out of here." Billy said."And Wineberg...if you say a word about this I'll tell Mr. Biggs that we caught you jerjing-off and that's why we did it to you. And he'll tell you dad. And all we did was switch your butt a couple of times and that's all. Understand?"
"Sure." Wineberg was quickly pulling his underpants and jeans up. "Don't worry." He zipped his jeans and fastened his belt.
"If Mr. Matson says anything to you when you get back, tell him Billy and I are finishing up the clean-up; that there wasn't that much to do. Okay?"
"Sure, you bet." A few moments later, Wineberg was gone. Billy followed him as far as the front door.
Billy came back into the little office we had used. "He's gone."