"I knew this was gonna happen, George! I just knew it!" Brett's face reflected panic as only a fourteen year old's can when he is found out in something truly forbidden by a parent.
"Hey, just cool it, will ya! Geez. Nothin' has happened yet, Brett. Boy, you sure can jump to conclusions. Why do you figure we been found out?" George asked. Unflappable George. Cool under any circumstances.
"Because my ol' man flat out asked me if I belonged to some secret club, numb nuts!" Bret replied. But George's calm began to reassure Brett they could slide through any crisis here, too.
"So? So what? Is it some kind of crime or something to belong to a club?" George led the way on a narrow, beaten path through the tall grass toward a pine woods.
"You really don't get it, do you? He said he had been talking to Tom's dad and that's where it came from. I knew we should not have initiated him into the Willow Jacks, C. G."
"Well, if all they have is that we have some kind of little club, big deal. That's all he knows, right?" George pushed on through grass now nearly waist high until the two boys came to the first line of twenty foot tall pines.
"I'm not sure, but he told me I had better watch the company I keep and if he hears anything more he'll be taking me out to the barn for a lickin'," Brett said. "Then he flat out asks me if I been jackin' off again. Gettin' too close for comfort!" Brett followed closely as his best buddy, George, led on through the trees into a little clearing about a quarter mile into the woods.. The two friends sat down to wait for two more of the Willow Jacks to show up for this hastily called special meeting.
"Hey, Tom, over here!" Brett called out from under a large pine when he saw Tom wandering through the small woods looking for them. Tom pushed through the heavy low boughs of the pines and sat down on the soft needle mulch.
"What's up, Brett? Sounded on the phone like someone just gave you a wedgie".
"Yeah, well, I think we have been found out, is what I think. And my old man knows more than I would like him to know. So I want to know who spilled the beans, Tom."
"Ooooooooh, _s_h_i_t_!" Tom whispered. "Geez. I wondered if he was on the other phone. And then I wondered why he called your dad. And now I wonder why he didn't say anything to me!"
"Hey, what are you talkin' about Tom?" Brett asked..
"C'mon, boys, get 'em out!" George said. "This meeting is officially called to order. We don't have to wait for Joe." George unzipped his khakis and pulled his dick out, then began to stroke himself. He watched as both Brett and Tom unzipped and pulled theirs out, both already starting to harden. "What was the 'Oh, _s_h_i_t_' for Tom?"
"Because the other night I was on the phone in my room talking to Joe about the Jacks and I thought I heard a click like someone might be on an extension. Then, later, I heard my dad talking to Brett's dad and he seemed to clam up when I came into the room. So maybe he was listening in and picked up a few things he shouldn't have heard."
"Great, Tom! Wonderful! Why not just take out an ad in the paper for new members?" Brett said with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "What were you two talking about on the phone anyway!"
"Not all that much," Tom said defensively. "But we were talkin' about the Jacks and some possible recruits."
"And talkin' about jackin' off?" George accused.
Tom's silence and the red flush on his face answered George's accusation. The three of them looked up to see Joe push through the pine branches. Joe looked at his buddies all slowly jacking themselves and smiled. He sat down, unzipped and joined them. stroking himself hard.
"So how much does your ol' man know, Joe?"
"Not sure, but more than I like. He just said Mr. Hobbes had called him and that they were going to get together for golf Saturday and that he would be talking to me about this club after they finished. So he knows something."
"That's it?" Bret asked. He watched as Joe got hard.
"Well, he did ask me if I knew anything about a group called Jacks," Joe answered.
"So what did you tell him?" George asked.
"What do you think I told him. Never heard of the Jacks is what I told him."
"So you think this will all blow over?" Brett asked.
"Yeah, nothing to it," Tom replied. He stood up, his own woodie now dripping. "C'mon, Jacks, its's time to shoot the wad! Loser pays the price!"
Brett, George, and Joe quickly rose to join Tom in the circle, all of them well hidden in the thick pine woods. Each began to increase the pace of the stroking and yanking and, within a minute or two Tom shot his load out onto the dead pine mulch, then George shot, and Brett. Joe yanked furiously but came in last once again, not even shooting.
Joe left the little group, then reappeared a minute later with a freshly cut switch, and handed it to George. Joe dropped his jeans and his briefs and bent over to grab his ankles, his woodie now standing at complete attention. George lightly tapped the switch on Joe's butt, then drew it back and lashed it hard across the fullest part of Joe's skinny backside. George handed the switch to Brett who laid a second dark welt on, this one just below the first. Brett handed the willow switch to Tom who took aim and whipped a third stripe across Joe's ass. Then Joe slowly stood up and turned to Tom, hands at his side.
"You ready?" Tom asked.
Joe nodded, his erection now dripping at the tip.
Tom handed the switch to George. "OK, George. Sixty seconds or less! You time us." Then he grabbed hold of Joe and jerked him off in about thirty seconds flat to the encouragement of the other boys. Once Tom had finished milking Joe dry they all settled back down to the pine needles.
"So what do we do about being found out?" George asked.
"Nothing!," Tom replied. " We haven't been found out. At least not so far as we know we haven't."
"So how did my dad know to ask about the Jacks, then? And how much else does he know, big mouth?" Brett said. "Your dad had plenty to tell mine, Tom!"
"Well, we'll find out Saturday I guess," Joe said.
"Yeah. But for now I think we need to remember that one of us made a BIG mistake and that may cost all of us. One of the six rules you swear to when you join is to never, ever, ever break secrecy. Right?" Brett looked to both George and Joe for confirmation. Then he looked at Tom, the accusation clear.
"Six licks," George said. "You get six licks when you come in to the Jacks and six is the price when you bust one of the rules, Tom."
Tom said nothing but picked up the green willow switch he had just used on Joe and handed it to George. He turned his back to the three of them, stripped his jeans down, then his briefs to bare his backside. He bend full over and touched his toes, his legs spread for balance. He looked back through his legs and saw George standing behind him with the switch.
"Next time you get the urge to talk about stuff on the phone, Tom, you might want to think about what will happen to all of us if ever we are really found out. Your old man would make this licking look like a baby spanking. Better cover those jewels just in case, boy!" Tom reached a hand between his legs to cup his balls to protect against an errant swipe by George.
George whistled the switch across Tom's white buttocks. Before he laid a second lick on the first dark red weal began to raise. After whipping a second cut in George handed the switch to Brett who took his good time laying two more purple stripes across Tom's ass. Joe completed the punishment with the two hardest licks, the last bringing Tom upright with a squeal.
"Aaaaaaaaaaarg! Geez! You guys laid it on a little hard! Gonna have to hide my butt for a few days, that's for sure!""
"Yeah, well, speaking of hard, Tom," George said with a laugh. "You just wanked that thing and it's back for more."
"Anyone wanna bet I can't shoot it again already? Tom asked.
"Nah, no bet. I know you, you pervert. I think you could shoot six times in a row given the right 'motivation'!" George answered.
"Just put that thing away, will you?" Brett said. "We got to make sure we have the same story if we need it. The Willow Jacks have been found out and we gotta figure a way to keep the club alive, boys."