1**

I was pleased as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. My new uniform suited me and meant that I had my first real job. It wasn't a great job, but it was a job. The Queens' Hotel was the biggest in town and I there newest porter. It was exciting but I was filled with trepidation.

I pull my waistcoat down. I am about 5'10" tall with closely cropped blond hair. I am pretty fit and the tight black trousers emphasise the shape of my legs and buttocks. I glanced at the picture of Brad Pitt on my wall and I wonder what he would look like dressed in this uniform.

As I entered the hotel by the rear entrance I stopped at the first office and knocked on the door. I waited and was just about to move away when I heard a reply.

"Come." It immediately reminded me of times at school when I was summoned the headmasters study. I entered.

"And you are?" Said the large man behind a grand desk with half-rimmed glasses balanced on the edge of his nose. "Adam Collins, I am starting today, Sir." I didn't know why I added 'Sir' except my memories of the headmasters study.

The man looked me up and down. "Yes, Adam Collins. Wait here while I sort you out." The man rose and left the room. I felt uncomfortable about sitting down, it seemed strangely disrespectful. I still didn't know who the man was but assumed he was responsible for the porters. I looked around and could see some brochures advertising the hotel. It was a large Victorian building that had been extensively modernised and included a swimming pool, gym and sauna. It looked like it had hundreds of rooms. On the walls of the office were a series of duty rosters and other notices all concerned with working at the hotel.

The door burst open again. "This is Samual Radford, he will show you your duties." Behind the man stood another youth who looked no older than my eighteen years. He was small and slim with bad acne. The man held the door open and it was clear that our greeting would be held outside. I followed Samual and the door closed behind me.

"Hello Adam, they call me Sammy. I am your tutor." He spoke with a high pitched voice that suggested he should still be at school. "Hi Sammy, thanks." I followed Sammy down the corridor and he started the induction. "For the first week you are to follow me and do as I do. This is your chance to get to know the job. After that you will be added to the roster." "Who is that man?" I asked. "That is Mr Durham. He is the head Porter and our boss. He can fire you just because he doesn't like you so you are best to steer clear. Always call him Mr Durham but only when he speaks. Do not say anything to him unless he speaks to you." He didn't turn around when he spoke and a hurried along behind him keeping close so that I could hear.

Sammy led me through a door and we were in a tatty room. It had a large oak table with chair around it and some easy chairs at one end. In the room their sat four or five other guys all in their late teens or early twenties. The greeted Sammy but said nothing to me.

I followed Sammy to the table and sat beside him. As we did so the others started to leave.

"Don't mind them, they'll be OK with you once your accepted." "What do you mean, 'accepted'?" I asked. "You are the new boy, you have to be initiated as one of us." He continued to look a the papers on the table. "Initiated! What does that mean?" I was feeling uneasy. "We all had it, it's nothing just what always happens, you'll find out. Op until then I'm your only friend."

The next twenty minutes involved Sammy explaining the sort of duties I would be asked to undertake. I listened as carefully as I could to the different jobs and responsibilities. All the time I kept thinking about the initiation. Something told me that it would not be pleasant.

2**

The day passed quickly. The work was simple but quite fun. The guests were interesting. Lots of different sorts of people, some very generous and despite the fact that I was only helping Sammy I still had nearly fifteen pounds in my pocket in tips.

It was nearly 7 o'clock as Sammy and I carried the final two cases of a visiting parties luggage up to their suite. Sammy said that once this was finished we would knock off.

As we took the service lift down to the basement and the porter's restroom, Sammy suddenly turned to me. "You done OK today. Just go with it and you will soon be accepted." I was about to question him further but the lift reached it's destination.

He let me go first and followed me to the restroom. I opened the door and realised that the initiation may be about to start. About ten porters stood facing me. One, the oldest of the group, about 25 stood in the centre with a sly smile on his face.

"Collins." He said. "We have been waiting for you." As I stepped into the room two people came and grabbed my arms. The pushed me forward and I found myself in front of what I took as the leader. He was about 6'2" tall and built very solidly. I suspect he worked out regularly. His dark hair was neatly styled and he had very white teeth. My stomach started to turnover. The situation was out of my control.

"You must be initiated into the Porter fraternity. Are you willing?" As he spoke the two holding my arms started to force me to my knees. Looking up at the leader I felt their was only one answer.

"Yes." "SIR." The leader shouted. "Yes Sir." I answered. "My name is Chris Howard, I am the senior Porter and the fraternity president. You will call me and all the other Porters Sir until you pass your initiation. Do you understand." "Yes." I said. "SIR!" He shouted spraying spit on my face. "I'm sorry. Yes Sir."

The two holding my arms lifted me to my feet and let go. I rubbed my arms where they had gripped tight.

"Lock the door." Howard ordered. "Collins, you must submit to your superiors as the first stage of the initiation. Take off your waistcoat." He waited for me to respond. I slowly started to undo the buttons on my waistcoat.

"QUICKLY."

One of the other Porters took my waistcoat. "Now, approach the table." As I walked moved forward the two of the Porters moved aside to make room. It was then that I noticed a wooden paddle laying on a small fake velvet cushion sat in the middle of the table. I hesitated.

A hand pushed me forward. "Bend over the table." Ordered Chris. I reluctantly did as I was instructed. I could feel the cold of the table through my shirt. The cushion was removed.

"Put your hands over your head." As I did so my wrists were grabbed and held tight. My ankles were pulled apart and I could feel then being tied to the legs of the table.

"Now, you will submit to the Porters for the first stage of the initiation. We are going to tan your arse. Do you agree?" Chris was tapping the paddle lightly against my arse as he spoke. "Yes Sir." I said, pleased that I had remembered the correct answer.

I heard a whoosh of air as the paddle was swung through the air. My arse felt like it was on fire. When I had been caned at school there had been a delay between the first stroke and the pain. But this was so different.

WHAPP, WHAPP, WHAPP. I could feel tears in my eyes. The pain was as bad as anything I had ever felt.

WHAPP, WHAPP. There was some movement behind me. Chris spoke.

"Each Porter will now get two strokes, proceed."

For the next ten minutes I received another 22 whacks. As soon as the last one completed his two whacks my arms were released. I didn't move. I felt my legs being untied.

"Now get up. We will see you tomorrow." Chris sniggered as the Porters started to leave the room.

to be continued...