It was a hot summer day in July and I always enjoyed getting away by myself for a walk and a little exploration along the railroad tracks. These tracks went deep into a wooded area of which I knew little about. This day, when I was about 13 years old, I took out wearing sneakers, underwear, short and ragged gym shorts, and a slightly torn half-t-shirt.
I had been gone for about an hour really enjoying the afternoon when all of a sudden, "OW!". I felt a sharp pain in my back - I had just been hit with something - but from where? A second or two later I noticed a rock fly by me and then saw a boy about my age standing on the top of a dirt embankment about 30 feet behind.
Before I knew it, and could say anything else, he threw about three more rocks at me - one hit me in the leg and the other two I was able to dodge. By now, I was mad! I ran up the bank to chase this little bastard but when I got to the top of the hill I was met by not only him, but three other older boys and a girl.
I immediately started yelling at the kid and the others all began to laugh. The oldest boy, about 15 years old, was the kid's brother and sort of "mock" scolded him for throwing rocks at me. The boy, who I found out was named George told them I shot him the bird which I said was a lie. Kevin, George's older brother said George is known to lie a lot but he was his brother and he needed to believe him.
The group decided that since they didn't know who was telling the truth, that we ought to compete for the right to punish the other one. The way we were to compete was to play a game of "challenge strip poker". We would each challenge the other one in a contest and whoever lost, lost a piece of clothing. The first one naked loses and gets punished by the winner.
Well, George was about my age but a bit larger and looked tough. I was in good shape but was worried as to the outcome of all this. And, it was obvious, they intended to carry out this contest. However, since I was the new one, I got to pick the first event. I picked a foot race.
The guys laid out a starting and ending line about 50 feet apart. We both lined up and one of the girls yelled, "Go!"
George was also a pretty fast runner; he beat me pretty easily. I was handing my shirt to the girl for safe keeping. George next picked an arm wrestling match. Again, I lost fairly quickly - and I was barefoot then. All I had left was my underwear and gym shorts. The next round finally came to my favor. I selected a contest to see who could do the most push-ups and believe it or not, I won! George was now shirtless.
Things didn't take much longer though. After his choice of a "back push" where we stood back-to-back, glasped arms, and saw who could push the other across a line, I was in my underwear. Embarrased, scared, and didn't know what to do next. Seeing the fear in my eyes, Kevin told me that if I even thought of trying to run away, they would catch me and my punishment would be twice as bad!
Well, my last choice was seeing who could throw a rock the farthest - bad mistake. George threw one at least 15 feet further than I did. So, before I knew it, I was standing naked in front of four boys and one girl I had never seen before today.
A piece of rope was produced and my hands were tied behind my back. The most embarassing part though - and the part I didn't understand - was that my dick was getting hard - I was aroused! And boy did they know it! The first thing I had to do was get on my knees in front of George and apologize for lying about him. Next, he dropped his pants and underwear and I got to kiss his ass on each cheek while I kept on apologizing. Then I was told I would receive an over-the-knee spanking by....Bethany! A Girl! I was embarassed out of my gorge.
But, over HER knee I went, and she spanked my ass wiyth her bare hand like you would not believe - while all the others laughed and kept encouraging her. Finally, one of the boys (who had disappeared without my knowing it) returned with more rope, two large bottles of syrup, a dozen eggs, and some flour.
I was led down the embankment and across the tracks into the woods on the other side. A small clearing was sitting right above a creek and I was quickly tied with arms tightly tied between two trees. My underwear was stuffed in my mouth and my shirt torn to use as a way to tie my gag in place. Now the group decided to use my naked body as a drum for their bare hands. I was slapped over every inch of my body...relentlessly...I was crying, screaming into my gag, and turning red as a beet. But they kept on until I had been thoroughly beaten - and exhausted.
Finally, they untied the gag, pulled the underwear out of my mouth and made me apologize for bothering him them. The next thing I knew I was being covered in syrup - poured over my head by George while the others rubbed it all over my body. Once again I got hard. George knelt down and began to suck me off...man! This was the first time I had ever been sucked. I was exhausted, sore, mad, scared, and AROUSED! When he finished the others threw the eggs at me - they hurt badly against my already sore body. They rubbed them in and then poured the flour all over me.
Then, the scariest part - they said, "Bye!"
They said, "Bye!" - and just left me there - tied, scared, covered with all kinds of _s_h_i_t_, and hurting from head to toe.
Luckily, after about ten minutes, they came back, untied me, and threw me into the creek - again causing more suffering as they played "dunk the naked boy". Atfer a good couple of hours, my gym shorts and sneakers were returned. And, I was left to leave on my own. I never will forget that day in the woods. It was a day I sometimes wished would happen again - and sometimes, get scared to death thinking about. I never saw those guys and girl again. I did wonder about how many others suffered the same fate I did.
(A True Story)