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[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 6.


Now when I got back to England from my summer vacation trip to France I had no intention of ever telling this story. Not to my buddies at
school, not to another girl in the attempt to impress her, and certainly not to any member of my immediate family. My mom would have been
shocked to say the least. Mom probably would have gotten on her phone and caused a tremendous row with her sister for being so reckless, for
having no moral standards, for turning her boy into a juvenile delinquent at best and a pervert at the worst.

Telling this story to friends would have been difficult. Telling it to strangers in a strange room while hooked up to a Polygraph machine even
worse. Trying to get the words of the story out while a woman sucked my dick, well...you can imagine. I have seen my share of porn videos
in my time, seen scenes of fellatio on many occasion of jerking off. Never once have I seen any of the male actors attempt to carry on a normal
conversation while getting blown. The typical exchange of words is more like "Oh yes..That feels so good baby...Ooooh, Oooooh..."
Sometimes a guy in the video might ask a question. "You like my big one?...Where do you want me to shoot it on you? Will you be a good girl
and swallow it? That last question was in a more mainstream movie. In a porno the visible cum shot is required.

The woman wearing a witch mask made the getting sucked while I talked just that much weirder. I stumbled over some of the words at first,
sounded for a moment like a stutterer. I had to look away from the blowjob I was getting. While looking down at my crotch as my dick is fully
taken within the gaping mouth hole of the witch's mask I could barely get a word out. By looking away toward the masked people in attendance
on the other side of the room, I could maintain a semblance of order of my thoughts and got the story going. It was time to get to what they
wanted to hear. So far I had told them about having to take a bath.


"I was lying in bed, wearing nothing but boxers under the sheets, when Aunt Anna Marie told me I had to get cleaned up so she could take
me into the village. I was a bit groggy, still feeling the effects of the pain pills for the broken wrist. She tousled my hair, said I had lovely
blond locks and that I'd look like a young Thor if I had more muscle on my bones. Now I definitely had the hair to look like a Scandinavian
god, but I was just a few months past my sixteenth birthday. I was fairly tall already at six feet but in no way did I resemble Chris Hemsworth.

When she mentioned my muscles my Aunt squeezed my shoulder. Then she pulled the sheets down past my boxers and she rubbed my stomach
as if searching for my six pack of abs. Aunt Anna Marie yanked the sheets down all the way and she tickled my toes. "Wake up sleepy head"
she said and she walked off to the hallway. "I'll run your bath. If you're not there in a few minutes I'll be back and you'll be sorry..." and she
headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I could hear the water running into the tub. When I sat up I felt a jolt of pain in my wrist.
I wasn't anywhere near being able to do much and I wondered how I would manage getting myself washed. I had no answers when I stepped
into the bathroom a few minutes later.

"You can't get your cast wet, Kai," she said, and she tested the water for the right temperature. "You will have to keep your right hand out to
the side. But don't worry, your Aunty-poo is here to help you."

I remember my heart taking a jolt when I figured out that my aunt was going to assist me in getting washed. My dick took a little lurch in my
boxers. The words my aunt said went in my ears and straight down to my dick. I was soon more awake down there than my mind was.

"I don't know if that's a good idea Aunt Anna," I said.

She must have taken the tenting in my boxers as my body's real answer. Ignoring my feeble protest, she yanked my boxers down to the ankles.
My penis popped up to halfway sticking up. I think I turned red, the idea of getting washed by my aunt something I'd dread if I knew it was
coming in advance. Since I was standing there naked, my penis sticking out, I had do something and running away didn't seem to be an option.
I sat down at the edge of the tub, yanked the boxers off of my foot and handed them to her. I slid down into the tub and the water got turned
off.

I noticed how much light there was in the bathroom. Not only were the overhead lights on, the large window was open to let in fresh air with
the curtains tied up to the sides letting in the maximum amount of light. The bath water had no soap or suds yet, so the water was perfectly
clear and my body, my half erected dick was visible. Where was that bloody soap? I saw the bar of soap sitting at the other end of the tub
near the faucet fixtures. I wanted to grab it and start scrubbing so the water would start to get some soapy murkiness.

My Aunt shampooed my hair first. She thought of everything in advance that she needed. She had a ladle with a long handle that she could
scoop up water with to dunk over my head. After that the water got somewhat murky and I'm not as visible as I was before. But murky water
wasn't that much help. When my Aunt started rubbing the bar of soap across my chest and arms, then down my stomach, my dick kept getting
harder and it would pop up above the waterline. A couple inches of it, the head, sometimes a little more of the shaft showing, occasionally
lifted itself above the surface of the water. At seven and a half inches the thing just would not stay submerged.

After she did my chest and my back, then scrubbed the feet and legs up to the knees, I was told to stand up. "Got to scrub you everywhere
young buck, balls and all. And don't worry. I've seen everything."

It was unlike any dream I ever had. I had wet dreams where I remember kissing girls, getting a feel of their boobs. I remember waking up
drenched in the undies after dreaming about rubbing a turkey with cooking oil as I looked at the gaping expanse where the stuffing goes and
thinking about plugging the hole with my boy sausage. I have no idea why I was dreaming that. No idea why I'm telling you that. But I never
dreamed I'd be bathed by someone like my mom or an aunt. That doesn't even happen in movies, not regular movies. Porn movies do things
like that but it just doesn't look right when the "kid" in the video looks like he's over twenty. I was just sixteen and not prepared for that.

There wasn't any way out of it, so I just stood up in the tub. My dick was nearly fully hard sticking straight out and a little bit upward. Aunty
soaped up her hand and she grabbed my schlong and really went at it. My crotch was clean enough to eat off of by the time she finished.
She made sure I was clean on every inch, top and bottom, balls and butt crack. I have a short foreskin. Half my head is always poking out
beyond it. When I'm just a little stiff it pulls back and I look like I'm circumcised. Well, she pulled it down as far as it would go and scrubbed
thoroughly. I could feel myself getting stiffer as she cleaned it. I was getting so close to the point of no return. Another half a minute of her
handiwork and I would have blasted off all over her hands, sending loads of spunk to mix with the white bubbly suds.

Fortunately she finished before I exploded. She rinsed me off and dried me off when I got out of the tub. She said I was "well developed"
said I would make the girls swoon when they saw me in all my glory. I had no idea how soon that prediction would turn out to be true."

[Themarble]

Very, very good chapter here. I love the way it's being handled, quite literally!

A secret tale, all being out out and it seems to be ramping up. How long till our hapless hero tells all about how he ended up completely butt naked for the rest of his stay?

[Trundle]

Great chapter, love how unfazed the Aunt is by his nudity. It's no big deal to her even though his mind is racing with thoughts about what's happening.

Now he's been washed and rinsed off and dried I can't wait to see what happens next. Surely he doesn't just get dressed again like normal?

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 7.


I finished telling the part of the story where I was embarrassed and my composure tested to the limits during the bath. Telling the bath
story was hard. By the time I was done telling the assembled Order how close I was to blowing my load into my aunt's soap suds coated hands
my dick was hard all the way. The suck job by the anonymous woman in the witch mask had my cock hard and throbbing.

I was about to go into the next part of my story when the High Priest stopped me.

"Hold your tongue, initiate. Your servicing is at an end."

The Wicked Witch of the West got up and she returned to her seat. By the time she sat down the two Casper Ghosts stepped up from the front
row again. Quickly my ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair, keeping my legs spread wide. Emotionally the feeling of the loss of control,
of being vulnerable and exposed was greater than when I was getting a public blowjob. Sitting leg spread like that in the chair, facing the
onlooking audience as my penis bobbed and pulsated with my rapid heartbeat, was more humiliating since everyone in front of me could see
my whole shaft sticking up, the nutsack splayed out underneath. Even the viewers at the sides could see the many inches of my erection reaching
far past the tops of my thighs. I was thinking it would start to go down shortly.

Another from the women's group stands up with her hand held high. "I would like a fact check please," the woman asks. This woman wore a
Barbie mask, and she still had on nothing else but her red lace panties and bra. None of the women had gotten dressed, but sat listening intently
in their chairs, mostly naked and apparently not caring they remained mostly undressed.

"The initiate claims to have a penis measuring seven and a half inches," the Barbie faced girl continued. "I wish to verify that claim. If it be a lie
the initiate should fry."

The Barbie steps forward, after the High Priest motioned for her to do so. One of the Caspers met her in front of me, hands the Barbie a rolled
tape measure. My mind was reeling. What the fuck does "the initiate should fry" mean? What happens when somebody gets caught in a lie? I
had not thought what happens if the lie detector machine went haywire at one of my remarks, the arm of the device jerking up and down rapidly
as my body reacts in a lying fashion. But the machine had not produced such up and down scratching on the paper, the lines remaining fairly
consistent, which is remarkable considering what I was being put through.

The Barbie kneels down in front of me. With one hand she grabs my boner. The other hand places the end of the tape measure at the tip of my
dick. Just a minute earlier I was hoping to start getting soft. Now I was praying I was hard as a rock, that my penis was at maximum length.
I looked over at the lie detector machine. Sure enough that thing was registering a heightened state of...of something emotional. The peaks and
valleys of the graph were going nuts. I must be scared out of my mind. Who wouldn't be when one is about to find out what "getting fried"
meant if things go wrong. I didn't dare look at the measuring. I just can't bear to see it, kind of like most of the time a person can't look at the nurse when she gives you a shot or draws blood from your arm.

Finally the Barbie lets go of it and she stands up. "Seven and a half inches is confirmed."

I "whewed" a long sigh of relief. Thank goodness the witch had sucked me good and stiff, had me aroused enough to stay at full length for a
while. The Barbie winked at me, which is an odd thing to see behind a mask, and she turned around and went back to her seat.

"You may resume your story, initiate," the High Priest told me. "And skip to the next significant event. No time for small talk."

Okay, so the priest wants me to skip any boring parts of the vacation trip. I was silent for a moment as I thought. So many implausibly weird, outrageously strange, and fantastically crazy events happened during that time in France. I had a hard time sorting it all out and keeping it
in order.


"The next thing that happened was when I was watching tv on the sofa. My two cousins were watching some kind of movie that was in
French, so I could not understand much of what was going on. What was going on was a lot of hanky panky in that movie. The main plot
seemed to be the owner of a farming estate kept finding himself in situations where the female servants kept taking their clothes off when
he was alone with them. In one scene the man had the youngest servant, who looked like she was no older than fifteen, butt naked on the bed
and he had his fingers on her juicy spot and the girl was moaning and writhing in ecstasy as he sucked on her breast. I was wondering, as each
cousin was cuddling up next to me on the couch, how could their mom let them see stuff like this. In England this movie would definitely be a
16+ rating and my cousins were fourteen and twelve. I was trying not to get hard, trying not to get a visible bulge in my pants.

"Kai...super duper Kai...I have something to tell you," my aunt said as she entered the room. "Now this is Monday, right...and on Monday's I
have my massage man come over and give me a massage. It's so wonderful and stress relieving to get a good massage. And with all your troubles
you certainly need some stress relief. You haven't been sleeping well I know. Well, the massage guy called to tell me he was all booked up today.
Le Football team needed some extra help and my massage therapist...well, how can I compare to the needs of a football team? Now I was
thinking about giving up my session to you. But since he can't come...and you still need that relief...well, how about I give you a massage. And
Ella and Daphne will help out too."

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 8.


"When my aunt told me I was going to get a massage I had no idea what I was in for. I'd had some rinky-dink massages given to me by my
mother, just on my back. A girl at summer camp gave me a backrub plus a rubdown on the back of my legs as I lay on my stomach. This was
next to the swimming pool. The pretense was she was putting the sunscreen on me. She gave me a little extra in the rubbing, even squeezing
my butt cheeks a couple times. I didn't really like the girl much. She was way too chatty and a little too chunky. I was able to ignore that it was
a girl I didn't care for touching me. I closed my eyes and pretended it was one of the hotter and prettier girls giving me a massage.

"Should I go up and change into my swimsuit?" I asked my aunt, as Daphne turned off the television, as Ella stood up and she enthusiastically
helped pull me up from the couch.

Aunt Anna Marie had a simpler plan of action. "No need for that. Just take off your shirt and slacks, then come over here and lie down on the
rug. I already spread out some towels for you to lie down on."

I tried to protest, told her that boxers might not be the best thing to be wearing. I figured she would agree with me on that point. When Ella
started to unbuckle the belt to my slacks I expected Aunt Anna to tell me to run up to my room and change. When Daphne unsnapped the button
and unzipped my fly I was sure their mother would say stop that, that I needed to put on the proper type of shorts. When the slacks fell down to
my ankles revealing my boxers already had a slight issue of poking out, I supposed my aunt would see I was already too excited. None of these
suppositions and expectations were met when I was told to lie face down on the towels. "The massage oil should be warmed up by now" she said.

Aunt Anna poured a small amount of something warm onto my back. She spread it along my neck and shoulders, and I had to admit Aunty knew
how to use her fingers. Maybe in a professional setting with a regular massage therapist I'd be able to relax and lose the tension. No chance to
lose the tension as each of my cousins took hold of a leg. Starting at my calves they worked together, even coordinating the strokes of their
hands as they worked their way up my legs. I could not see them. I'm facing toward the wall and can't see any of them, but I can see in my
mind just how cute both cousins were in their swimming outfits the day before. How could I calm down knowing that their little lovely hands
are getting closer and closer to my boxers. I don't have a full stiffy going cause it's pointing downward, but it's sure was wanting to lengthen
and get hard.

"This oil is nice and warm", Cousin Daphne said as she rubbed the back of my thigh.
"This is the first time I touched a boy this way", Cousin Ella added.
"Kai has so much tension built up. Getting relaxed will help speed up healing," Aunt Anna said, as she smears hot oil on the lower part of
my back.

So far I had not said a word. I just enjoyed the sensations and my imagination had full control of my mind. I pictured Aunt Anna in a country
girl's outfit from the 1800s, her large breasts half exposed and jiggling as she spread hay around up in the loft of the barn. I could see a trickle
of sweat running down her cheek and onto her neck, then it keeps flowing down onto the luscious pale skin of her upper breast. After such hard work she must surely be headed for the bathtub to get those itchy hay fibers off of her. I had visions of Aunt Anna sitting in the tub, soap bubbles
covering the water, partly covering her body with the knees sticking out of the water along with most of her boobs, the nipples just peaking
out between slippery bubbles...and just at that moment... "Okay Kai, roll over," my aunt told me.

Again I tried to protest. I kind of knew what might happen if they put their hands all over my frontside, and anyways, it's not normal for a boy
to get a chest massage is it? Arguing against rolling over proved to be useless. As soon as I rolled over onto my back I noticed something about
Aunt Anna Marie I had not really noticed before, something I never smelled before. Even though it was early in the day my aunt was drenched
in perfume. Now I don't know one perfume from another, certainly not when I was sixteen, but it seemed to me this particular French perfume
was designed to drive me wild. As her hot oil covered hands rubbed my chest, focusing thoroughly on my pectoral muscles, my mind could not
control my wild thoughts. At the same time my boxers tented upward. I wished I had been lying down with my dick in the upright position. That way it would just be hard up against my lower tummy, not pushing my boxers up from right below the fly slit. Of course these boxers had no
buttons on the fly.

Down at my legs my two cousins repeated their leg rubbing. Starting at the ankles they worked their way upward toward the thighs. Before long
the hands of both girls brushed up against the bottom of the boxers, fingers slipping underneath the hem. Their fingers can't reach anything from
there, but the combination of being tickled and teased there combined with my aunt's fingers brushing up against the waistband of the boxers is
increasing my state of arousal. There was a lot of motion and movement and as I looked toward my aunt I could see her boobs stretching out, hanging down and swaying. She was working up a sweat working me over that way. My dick was working up a harder tent pole under the
pushed-up boxers, and sure enough with the continuous motions of multiple hands rubbing multiple parts on my body my hard pole found the slip hole and popped out into the open.

My hard cock slipped through the fly hole and swung up and then downward onto the upper part of the boxers. All six hands rubbing me suddenly
cease their motions. All six eyeballs glue themselves onto my exposed shaft, well it was eight eyes since I was looking down with my two eyes bugging out. For a long time all is motionless among my many massage ladies. I move my left hand to cover up, and it is intercepted by my
aunt grabbing it, placing it back down at my side.

"Is that the same little friend who showed up at the hospital and upstairs in bed?" little Ella asked.
"Your friend is not so little cousin Kai," Daphne said, and this made everyone but me laugh.

After the fit of laughter finished the three pretend massage therapists resumed their massaging. For the next couple minutes a fresh coating
of somewhat cooled off oil was applied to my stomach and my thighs. It seemed the level of vigorous manipulation and shaking was greater
than before. My dick, sticking out of the fly hole, the head all the way past the waistband of my boxers, flopped side to side. When it wasn't
moving sideways it pulsed up and down off of the stomach. My aunt's behavior confused me, left me wondering why she allowed this. Wasn't an erection something to hide? How could she just let Ella and Daphne keep rubbing my legs as they gawked and giggled?"

Suddenly the massage time was over. "Get up Kai, rub yourself down with the towel and get dressed."

Maybe the hardest part was the standing up. My dick still poked up fully hard. There wasn't any way I could just stick it back through the
fly slit. I used a towel to cover my hardon. The girls ran over to the kitchen sink to wash the oil from their hands.

"Now wasn't that refreshing" Aunt Anna said to me and she pinched me on the cheek. I finally got myself adjusted and was able to put my pants
on again..."


One of the women in the corner stands up. This one wore a mask of The Joker, the only one of the nine women who had a masculine mask over
her face. "You have been at your aunt's house for three or four days now. You've been cock teased several times with a bath and a massage.
Have you jerked off while there?"

I shook my head no. "No, I have not gotten off by jerking off,"

"If I may redirect the line of questioning," the Joker masked woman said. "I want to know how not being able to masturbate affected you. Tell
us why you couldn't find the time to jerk off. Did that have something to do with why you keep getting so hard up around your relatives. Please
do tell us what your thoughts and feelings were during these first several days of this wonderful vacation trip. And his story very much inspires
me. As he tells us these facts, I request a flask of hot oil. I will massage him myself."

[Themarble]

This chapter was amazing. The massage was everything I could expect and for the first time his cock is now out. From here I imagine that it wont be staying hidden. But what do the girls think? What are their mindsets on it? I hope you go into that? Perhaps they tease him?

[Trundle]

What a fantastic chapter, incredible tension being built up throughout. I was surprised they let him keep his boxers on at all but with his penis poking up through the fly I suppose it didn't matter in the end, they still got to see everything

Kai being massaged in the present, completely naked, whilst having to talk about how not being able to masturbate frustrated him? Wow, that sounds amazing. Can't wait for the next installment.

[Duddlydee]

Very Exciting unique story. In fact I would consider it a double story. Both so far very well described. Potentially could have more stories within a story if other pledges need to describe their sexual resumes to the court.

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 9.


Now I'm not that familiar with the concept of hot oil massages. Maybe there is some electrical device that warms up a container of oil to the
proper temperature. The way the Order did it was a downright spectacle. If you've ever been to a nice Chinese food restaurant one can order
a pupu platter, the appetizers that come on a big round tray and in the middle of this is a round metal thing with a blue flame burning at the
top. You can heat up the meat strips using the little flame. One of the Casper masked guys left the room, only to return a moment later
with a rolling cart. A variety of bottles sat on this tray along with a small burner like the ones found on a pupu platter.

Under normal circumstances, seeing a hot young woman's body nearby is a turn on. Having that body dressed only in red lacey panties and
bra even better. However, when that same woman is wearing a Joker mask, and she's heating up some sort of oily substance over a little flame
the visual goes from erection inducing to gut wrenching, especially since I'm handcuffed four ways to a chair. The Joker girl is going to give
me an oil massage, but does she know when to stop heating the oil over the burner? This is my main worry as I watch her rotate a slender glass
tube over the blue fire.

"You've been at your aunt's house for several days now," Joker girl says. "How is it you've not had the chance to jerk off. Boys who are sixteen
need to expend their buildup of bodily fluids...almost constantly."

Joker girl steps closer with the glass tube in her hand. The top has a curved dispenser similar to that on some pancake syrup bottles. Joker
girl tilted the bottle and poured a small amount onto her hand. Since she did not jerk her hand around and didn't cry out it appeared the heating
of the oil was not overly done. But when she poured the oil onto my bare thighs the thick syrup like oil was hotter than I expected. It stung
a little and my skin soon turned a redder shade where the oil was poured. I had to focus and redirect my thoughts. I've been given a question
that must be answered. As the woman rubs the heated oil on my thighs, rubbing from the knees and moving higher, I try not to stutter
as I give my answer to the question.


"Why did I not jerk off right away? Well...I was rarely alone for long. No matter what room in the house I went into one of the cousins or my
aunt would be there or be coming along shortly. At night it seemed I'd be able to...but for the first couple nights I was doped on the pain
meds. Take two pills and sleep all the night to morning. I found it so annoying. Over and over I'd get a bitchin hardon. With my right arm
in a sling and wearing just shorts most of the time, shorts that didn't hide the fact I had an erection, not with the umm...size that I got.
And the girls were constantly flirting with me, mainly Ella. Cousin Ella, the twelve year old, was always hugging on me, her arms wrapped
around my waist. She'd rub my tummy, tickle my legs. Ella even wanted me to watch her do the splits while she was wearing nothing but
cotton panties and a tight fitting t-shirt. That girl said she was thinking about taking up gymnastics when she got into High School. I'd never
seen a girl spread her legs so wide as Ella lay down on her back, lifted her bottom half and spread eagled her legs apart. The yellow cotton
undies were so sheer I could kind of see her slit being spread apart as well has her legs. What a cock tease. If I wanted to be as hard as a brick
seeing that would do the trick...every time.

Now Daphne teased me in different ways. She liked to walk around the house or the yard wearing the smallest bikini swimsuit top one can
imagine. I asked her if she ever ran topless through the water jets at the fountain, the one where I fell off the bicycle. She said she used to do
that all the time. But now that she is older, she only takes her top off when she looks around and doesn't see any police officer nearby. "Would
you fall off your bike if you saw me naked?" Daphne asked. I had to admit Daphne was even better looking than the girl that caused me to wreck
that bike. Every day, all day long, I was constantly getting turned on and popping boners. I had my first case of blue balls on my third day
there."


My balls weren't blue, but they were turning red, as Joker girl pours a fresh load of oil into the palm of her hand and proceeded to lubricate
me between my widespread legs. The heated oil, which was tolerably hot on my thighs, was gasping for breath intense on the sensitive skin
of my nutsack. What she did next was even more extreme. There was a white wax candle on the tray next to the burner. Joker Girl picked
up the candle and she lit it. The candle is allowed to burn for only thirty seconds or so, and holding the candle several feet above me, the
Joker tilted the candle. Several large drops of hot wax land on the head of my dick. The heat was...was as burning that...that hurt so good.
I never thought a hot sting on the end of my dick would make me get even harder than before, but harder it got. I can't explain it.

Three or four times hot wax is drizzled over my dick, and somehow I got even hornier than ever, got closer to blowing my load than during the
witchy blowjob.

"When did you finally have an orgasm," Joker Girl asked me. "Did you find time to jerk off, or did something else happen?" she asked as a fourth
spillage of hot wax falls from the candle onto my upright and skyward pointing dick.

White wax oozes down my shaft looking a lot like cum that spilled out, oozing and slowing down as it cools. What isn't white is turning very red.
I've never seen the skin of my shaft the same color as the head before. This is getting down to the real nitty-gritty of what went on there at the French village house. The day when I finally lost it, blew my top, spilled my spunk. And not surprisingly Daphne and Ella were involved.

"It happened the next day, the fourth day I was there. Aunt Anna Marie thought I was recovered enough from my injury to go for a swim.
Of course the two cousins are there as well. Being asked to go for a swim did not surprise me, but not being allowed to get my swimsuit did."

[Themarble]

I'm super glad this story is back, how did Kai orgasm? I can't wait to find out? Was he a naughty boy and did it in the pool? I can imagine it includes a lot of touching.