Jimmy waited on his front steps in trepidation. After the bizarre punishment with his brother was over, Probation Officer Brown had informed him he'd be going on an overnight camping trip for the next two days, and to pack and be ready at five p.m. As Jimmy sat on the steps in the sun's warmth, he reflected back on the changes in his life during the past week.
First the horrible spanking from the Machine, and his unexpected reaction. Then his incredibly muscular probation officer's spanking and his first _s_e_x_ with another man. Brown's brutal frat-paddling and cruel sodomizing as he writhed helplessly bound to the spanking pillory. And finally the strange experience his own older brother had taken part in -- his brother beating his butt hard with the hairbrush, Brown beating his ass harder still, then brother Todd whipping him savagely with the rope, and his big brother raping his defenseless butthole................Jimmy's ass had been consistently sore for nearly a week, he realized, shifting from tender cheek to tender cheek as he fidgeted on the steps.
A big late-model passenger van pulled up in front of Jimmy's Chestnut Street home, and Officer Brown beckoned from the driver's seat. As the young man entered the van, he saw that the other seats were filled with tough-looking Latino youths, unsmilingly watching him as he made his way to the only empty seat. The big black officer had told him he'd be camping with other young men on probation, but Jimmy hadn't realized what those youths would be like -- tough-looking swarthy boys with thick muscles and rough clothes. "Here we go, fellas," Brown exclaimed as he pulled away from the curb and headed toward the interstate highway.
The van full of youthful cons had been travelling down I-95 for less than an hour when Jimmy became aware that the two young men to his right were whispering together, nudging each other, gesturing toward Jimmy. Then the huskier of the pair scooted closer to the uneasy young man and leaned over. "Hola, Anglo," he said, "you wanna have some fun, yes?" As he spoke, the muscular Puerto Rican boy put his scarred hand on Jimmy's crotch, kneading the soft _c_o_c_k_ and balls beneath the fabric. "hey!" Jimmy stage- whispered, unwilling to let the burly officer driving the van know what was transpiring in the back. He pulled away from the searching hand, but the Latino youth moved closer again and grabbed Jimmy's crotch. "Hey I am Carlos, you and me, we're gonna have some fun," the swarthy boy said. Carlos put his other hand on the back of Jimmy's neck and pulled the youth's face down to his denim-covered crotch. Jimmy was frightened; who knew what this young tough might do?
His neck in the firm grip of the Puerto Rican boy, Jimmy was helpless as Carlos undid his work jeans one-handed and pushed down his threadbare jockey shorts. The Latin youth's stiff, uncircumcised _c_o_c_k_ sprang upward and slapped across Jimmy's face, it's slick shiny head barely emerging from the dark wrinkled foreskin. Without another word, Carlos pointed the raging hard-on at Jimmy's lips and pushed inside the young man's mouth, sighing in ecstatic contentment as wet warmth enveloped his tingling _c_o_c_k_. "Suck it, maricon" Carlos whispered, raising his hips off the seat to push his erection deeper into Jimmy's working mouth. The young white boy grimaced at the musky taste of Carlos' uncut _c_o_c_k_, but he feared to make any protest. Surprisingly, he felt a tingling warmth in his own crotch, as his young _d_i_c_k_ lengthened and hardened in response to the smell and taste of man_s_e_x_.
Carlos' companion released his own hard _c_o_c_k_ and began stroking it, licking his lips as he watched the Anglo youth suck his buddy's stiff pole. Others in the van slowly noticed what was transpiring, and moved closer to watch, kneading their growing erections through their jeans. One short, dark Mexicano with a red bandanna around his forehead turned and nodded to the others. They advanced toward the seat where Jimmy lapped and sucked at Carlos' stiff _d_i_c_k_.
Jimmy felt a strange need to do this well, to suck this swarthy youth's _c_o_c_k_ so expertly that Carlos would come as he'd never come before. Jimmy swirled his tongue over the hot pole, dipping in beneath the foreskin, nibbling gently at the shaft. As he went on blowing the Puerto Rican, he felt other hands on his body, stroking him roughly, removing his clothes until he lay naked on the seat with his mouth still full of Latino _c_o_c_k_. A weight settled over him, he felt the now-familiar hot nudge of a hard _c_o_c_k_ between his butt cheeks, and he tensed for the expected pain of his asshole being forced open. But the pain never materialized -- Pedro, the short Mexican, eased his long pole oh-so-slowly into Jimmy's tight bottom, halting whenever he felt the least tensing of the boy beneath him. Jimmy was surprised it didn't hurt -- surprised that it felt so good -- surprised at what seemed an endless length of _c_o_c_k_ sliding into him.
Pedro was the envy of the others in the gang. Although he only stood five-foot-four, his _c_o_c_k_ even soft hung nearly to his knees. Hard, the Mexicano's _d_i_c_k_ rivaled Officer Brown's foot-long pole. The others watched as Pedro slowly sank that amazing _c_o_c_k_ into the Anglo youth until his hips rested on the youth's slightly-welted bottom. They had no need to wonder where the welts had come from -- they'd all been in Officer Brown's "care" for some time.
Jimmy groaned softly as Pedro's hot _c_o_c_k_ scraped past his prostate. The groan's gentle vibration was all it took for Carlos -- stifling a cry, his _d_i_c_k_ swelled in the Anglo boy's mouth and blasted hot spurts of come down the youth's throat. Panting, Carlos pulled his twitching _c_o_c_k_ out of Jimmy's mouth, and another of the gang moved in, unzipping his jeans, putting his own aching _d_i_c_k_ between Jimmy's wet lips. Again Jimmy licked, sucked, lapped for all he was worth as Pedro went on slowly but steadily reaming his ass with the long hard pole of Mexicano _c_o_c_k_. The boy in his mouth stiffened, unloaded what seemed a pint of hot sticky seed, and pulled out -- and was replaced by yet another olive-skinned tough with a burning erection and balls that ached to be emptied. Then another. And another. As the van sped down the interstate and night fell beyond the windows, Jimmy sucked ten hard Latino _c_o_c_k_s, one after the other, while Pedro _f_u_c_k_ed his ass for the entire hour-and-a-half of the blowjob train. Jimmy had already come twice onto the seat beneath him when Pedro, with a muttered moan, shot a heavy load into the Anglo boy's ass so forcefully that Jimmy could feel each individual spurt blast against the walls of his bowels.
Jimmy sighed with warmth and contentment later that night, as he sat around the campfire in the deep woods of the Pocono Mountains. The open-air dinner had been delicious; the tough gang youths friendly and accepting after his "initiation" in the van, and even Officer Brown seemed more affable in this setting. The air was pleasantly chilly with early fall at this high elevation; the leaves had dropped from the trees, but winter's biting cold was still a long way off.
"Time for a game, fellas," Brown said, hitching himself forward on his rock seat. "Yeah!" "Yeah, great!" "Cool!" The young men chattered enthusiastically. "Well, guys, we need some stuff first," the burly black man went on, "Here, take a look at this." He broke a thin, leafless branch from a nearby willow tree and held it up. "See this?" Brown asked, waving the yard-long slim branchlet. "I want ya all to go out and each of ya get ten of these, as close to this long and this thin as ya can, OK?" Jimmy and the other youths jumped up and headed off into the woods.
Less than twenty minutes later, everyone had returned to camp. All twelve boys clutched their bundles of willow branchlets, eagerly awaiting instructions. Privately, Jimmy thought basket-weaving was going to be a little lame as a game for a group like this, but he said nothing. "Great!" Officer Brown exclaimed, approving the young men's choices of thin, flexible willow. "This is a special game. And since Jimmy's the new guy, we'll let him be 'it'," Brown announced. The young man felt a flush of embarassed pride, glad to be accepted by this group of tough youths. "Okay, Jimmy, c'mon over here, put your head against the tree and close your eyes," the husky black man said, walking over to a stout oak tree. "Oh, like hide-and-seek?" Jimmy asked. "Yep, that's right," Brown replied. Jimmy leaned against the tree and shut his eyes. "Hey, no fair, I think you're peeking!" Brown said with mock anger. "No I'm not!" Jimmy answered with the same playground tone. "Well, put your arms around the tree just to make sure you're so close you can't see," Brown ordered. With a laugh, the young man complied, stretching his arms around the smooth trunk until he clasped his hands on the opposite side.
Around the campfire behind Jimmy, the gang of Latinos carefully laid down their bundles of switches, and, stifling laughter, stripped out of their clothes. They knew this game! "What should I do now?" Jimmy asked, smiling with his eyes closed. SNICK! SNICK! "I'd recommend praying!" Brown laughed as he snapped steel handcuffs on Jimmy's wrists, locking the young man tightly to the tree. "Hey! Wha....!" Jimmy's eyes snapped open as the cold metal closed around his wrists. He struggled, but he was so tightly bound by his own arms to the broad trunk that he couldn't move. Brown moved next to him and Jimmy looked at him outraged. "Well, Jimmy, I hope ya like our little game. It's called 'Skin The New Guy'!"
As Jimmy turned from side to side, he saw himself surrounded by the naked young men, their hard _c_o_c_k_s all standing at attention, gripping their willow bundles. Before he had time to think, the muscular officer jerked his jeans and shorts down around his ankles. "NO! PLEASE!" Jimmy cried out, knowing the second the cool air touched his bared buttocks what those switches were for! "Oh YES, boy!" Brown said, picking up the bundle of switches Jimmy had broken himself. Jimmy winced -- he hadn't been able to climb like most of the other guys, and he'd had to settle for flexible branches a bit thicker than Brown had indicated. "Okay, boys, line up behind me!" the black man ordered. The string of naked olive-skinned youths formed a line behind Brown. Jimmy waited, trembling, tightly pressed to the oak tree.
SwiiiiiissshTHWAPPP!! Brown swung the bundle of springy switches hard against Jimmy's bare ass; the tips spread out with the force of the blow and bit into the smooth buttocks everywhere! "YAAAAAAHHHHH!" the boy shrieked into the night, the whiplike switches cutting into his bare bottom like red-hot knives. "Yell all ya want, kid," Brown said with a mean chuckle, "There ain't nobody around for miles." SwiiishTWHAP!! "YEEEOOOOWWWAAAGGHHHH!!!" Jimmy howled as the pliant branches sizzled across the thick swells of his lower buttocks; a few bit into his tender thighs, and one or two bent into the hollow between his spread legs to sting the super- sensitive skin of his balls. Jimmy jerked upright, his legs tightly together, even as he shrieked; the whips on his behind were horrible enough -- he couldn't take any more of those hot stings on his tender balls!
After only two whips of the bundled switches, Jimmy's bare ass was crisscrossed with thin scarlet welts like a lattice, and glowed hotter than it had even after his session with the Machine! Tears began running down the boy's cheeks as Brown said, "Okay, guys, go to it!"
SwiiishTHWAP! SwiiiiiishTHWAP!! SwiiiisshTHWAAP!!! The gantlet of naked young toughs ran up, delivered a brutal whip of their willow switches across the screaming Anglo youth's writhing naked ass, then ran back to the end of the line as the next boy ran up to slash his branchlets across Jimmy's bottom. Yowling, the bound boy twitched and wiggled in helpless agony -- he couldn't move much to turn his bottom out of the path of the punishing switches, for if he did his now-hard _c_o_c_k_ would scrape painfully against the rough bark of the oak tree he was pinned to. Again and again the string of youths, one at a time, moved up to slice Jimmy's bare asscheeks with the flexible sheaves of willow. At each sizzling whip, the young Anglo bawled out his pain to the dark woods. By the time the gang had run the gantlet ten times, delivering a hundred vicious strokes, Jimmy's bottom was bright cherry-red, crisscrossed with dozens of raised purplish welts. Here and there on the hairless beaten cheeks, a few drops of blood testified to the stronger arm of one or two of the Latinos.
"Enough, fellas," Brown commanded. "Time for the next part of our little game!" Sobbing against the rough tree bark, Jimmy waited in helpless surrender for whatever was to come -- he was glad with all his heart that the horrible whipping was over, at least for now. His relaxation was short-lived, as tough young Carlos, the first youth he'd sucked, moved up behind him and aimed the tip of his thick uncut _c_o_c_k_ at Jimmy's hole. "AAAAH"! Jimmy cried out as the Puerto Rican roughly shoved himself deep into the bound boy's asshole. None of Pedro's gentleness for Carlos -- he wanted his burning _c_o_c_k_ in that tight hot whipped ass NOW! Without a care for Jimmy, he shoved his brutally thick pole in and out of the young man's butt until his balls boiled over and he shot another thick load into Jimmy's insides.
As each of the gang finished, another moved to take his place, _f_u_c_k_ing the daylights out of the sobbing, bound youth's sore whipped behind, until all had had their turn at the tight hole but Pedro and muscular Officer Brown. Brown nodded to the young Mexicano -- they'd worked out this maneuver before, after they'd discovered the interesting juxtaposition of height and placement between the hugely muscled tall officer and the diminuitive, big-_d_i_c_k_ed Latino. Pedro lay on the ground, his legs raised. Brown picked him up, throwing his knees over his shoulder, so the boy's warm back was against his smooth black thighs. In this position, Brown's huge _c_o_c_k_ jutted between Pedro's thighs and lay right along the boy's hard pole, extending nearly as far as the gang tough's own big _d_i_c_k_ -- they could be used as a single weapon!
Carrying small Pedro with muscular ease, Brown stepped up behind Jimmy as the others gathered around to watch. From his upside-down position, Pedro used both hands to press his _c_o_c_k_ tightly to the huge black officer's, so the two heads were crushed together. As he did so, Brown pushed forward to put the doubled _c_o_c_k_heads against Jimmy's hole, and began slowly working inward.
"OW! OW! YOW! STOP STOP!" Jimmy cried, though less than a half-inch of the two stiff _d_i_c_k_s had pushed into his hole. Sweat poured down the boy's sides from under his arms as Brown ignored his pleas and continued to push. Wider and wider Jimmy's tight boyhole stretched until it seemed as if it must rip apart. "OWWW GOD PLEASE STOP!! OWWW!!! TAKE IT OUT PLEASE!!!", the young man begged. But Brown felt the slide and snap as the doubled _c_o_c_k_heads pushed past Jimmy's burning sphincter, and they were inside the boy. Now more roughly he rammed his hips forward, never losing his grip on Pedro's thighs. For his part, Pedro reached out to grab Jimmy's knees and thrust the Anglo youth's legs apart while Brown did the _f_u_c_k_ing for both of them. "UH! UH! UH! UH! UH! UH!" Jimmy groaned gutterally with each thrust of the two massive _c_o_c_k_s up his ass. He felt as though a utility pole had been crammed into his butt and shoved back and forth! Faster and faster the burly officer pistoned the doubled _c_o_c_k_s, together nearly ten inches around, in and out of the young man's gripping hole. Then he felt Pedro's _c_o_c_k_ quiver against his own hard meat, and the wet slippery spurts as the Mexicano shot his load against his own _c_o_c_k_head and Jimmy's guts. That did it -- Brown erupted in a wild orgasm, slamming into the bound youth so deeply that he ground his hips against Jimmy's glowingly whipped ass, shooting gush after gush of hot seed into the young man. Panting, he pulled out with the sound of a champagne cork popping, and let the gasping Pedro slip gently to the ground.
"Hope ya liked our game," Brown told Jimmy, "We got three more days out here." And smiling, the black officer saw that yet again, despite the wails and protests, the tree trunk visible between Jimmy's spread legs was dripping syrupy strings of the young man's come.