The Initiation Ordeal_New September 20

[Trundle]

Oh man I forgot about this story, it's fantastic!

Cannot wait to see what made Kai finally blow his load, it's around the swimming pool and the girls are involved? Hmm I wonder how it could happen, it has to be as embarrassing as possible hopefully. Maybe he accidentally rips his swimming shorts or something? That could be the excuse to get him naked.

Can't wait to find out.

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 10.


"It was the middle of the afternoon. I was inside the house, looking out the kitchen window toward the swimming pool in the backyard, looking
at my two cousins splashing around in the water. I had been feeling kind of sorry for myself, having the wrist injury and not being able to
participate in everything like I wanted to. I wanted to be helpful around the house, but I can't do any manly outdoor chores such as cut the grass
or trim the bushes. Being bored I was putting the dishes in the dish drainer away into their cupboards or drawers, familiarizing myself with the
layout of the kitchen utensils as I did so. As I finished putting things away, I took the time to look out the window again and saw my Aunt Anna
Marie had joined her daughters at the pool. My aunt was lying on a towel next to the pool, sunning herself in a one-piece suit while Daphne and
Ella splashed around and wrestled with each other.

Wanting to be helpful, wanting to do what I can, I went to the fridge and got out two glass bottles of a French brand of soda water called Cacolac
and a bottle of sangria. Placing these into a small shopping basket I stepped out the back door to deliver these drinks. With it being a nice day I
was dressed only in athletic sweat bottoms, no shirt on and no shoes. The sweats were all I put on when I woke up just a couple hours earlier.

Cousins Daphne and Ella stopped their horsing around long enough to wave at me as I approached. Aunt Anna Marie turned her head, lifted the
sunglasses from her eyes and she smiled at me as I approached. Near the pool is a small stone table with two benches. I set the basket on the
table and took out the bottles. "Got soda and wine" I shouted and quickly the two cousins were standing by the table. Daphne was in her
teenie weenie bikini. Ella was wearing a tight white t-shirt, which makes her look like she's got no top on with her nipples prominently poking
out, appearing to be brown to match her brown hair and eyes. At the bottom of the t-shirt, covered up but showing through is the
color of pink cotton panties. I let the girls take over as I was not able to open the bottles. I can't pop a bottle top with my wrist the way it is,
but I had remembered to put a bottle cap popper offer in the basket. I sit down on the stone bench and ogle my cousin's cute bodies. My aunt steps over and she twists the top off of the sangria, takes a good long drink of it, and leans down to give me a kiss on both sides of my face. Not
to be out done, Daphne leans down on the other side of me and she presses her lips onto mine. I tasted cocoa and it's milky and creamy and oh
so sweet.

What was just as sweet was how Daphne's slender tummy rubbed up against my bare shoulder as she kissed me. Little Ella sat down on the other
side of me as her mother sat down at the opposite side of the table. Ella gave me a hug, taking care to not hurt my injured arm which is still in
a sling. Slipping both her arms low she grabbed me around the waist and kisses me on the cheek. I don't know where the term "Kissing Cousin"
came from, but it could have been invented to describe girls like Daphne and Ella. I got more hugs and kisses from those two cousins during just
the first four days I'd been in France than during all the previous days and years of my life.

By the time the two girls finished their cocoa flavored sodas Aunt Anna Marie had drunk half the bottle of sangria. Her cheeks looked flushed
and rosy. Her eyes had an extra twinkle to them. I stood up and placed the empty soda bottles into the basket, said I was going to take them
back inside and if they needed anything to just ask...when Aunt Anna Marie grabbed me by the good arm.

"Forget about cleaning up, Kai. If you are well enough to assist around the house you are well enough to play around the house. Join the girls
for a swim. The water is cool and refreshing."

"Yes, yes come swim with us," both girls said simultaneously. Wanting to be careful, while showing great enthusiasm and eagerness, both girls
held onto me as they practically dragged me toward the swimming pool. I protested, said I can't go for a swim, that I'm wearing a cast.

"Just stay in the shallow end, Kai. Hold your hand up out of the water. It'll be fine," Aunt Anna Marie said.

I continued to protest, said I need to go back inside to put my swimsuit on.

"No need for a swimsuit. We're not prudish around here," Aunt Anna Marie said, and she grabs the front of my sweats. They are not the type
that are baggy and need the string constantly tied, so without any delay or resistance the sweats are yanked down to my ankles. "Grab his
sweats and place them on the table will you Ella."

Ella made no move for several seconds, as she continued hanging onto my arm. I was not fully soft when the sweats came down. As I was sitting
on the stone bench, getting hugged and kissed and seeing everyone's hot body so close...well, I was more than halfway hard. My dick popped
up and swayed up and down when the sweats were yanked off of me. Both Ella and Daphne's eyes moved up and down in their sockets as they
watched my half hard boner rise and fall several times. Their surprised looks turned into big grins. Finally, Ella bends down to grab the sweats
from around my ankles, nearly knocking her forehead on my dick in the process. I could not believe my aunt wanted me to swim naked in their backyard pool with her young teenage daughters present. I made one more attempt to protest.

"You can't be serious. I can't run around the yard with nothing on. Isn't that illegal?"

"Of course it's okay. We can do whatever we want out here. If the neighbors come by they won't mind," and my aunt grabs my sling and she
assists me in getting it off. The sling is tossed toward Ella, who catches it and puts it down on the table next to my sweats, which are next to
that half empty bottle of sangria. Perhaps bringing her an alcoholic drink was a bad idea. I thought maybe the wine had messed with her mind
and made my aunt lose self-control. I learned soon enough that wine had nothing to do with it.

I was just about to get into the water when I was stopped. Aunt Anna Marie was looking at my backside. She looked me all over front and
back, but mainly she scoped out my butt.

"You sure look like you came over from England. You're as white as a block of cream cheese. Good thing I brought the sunning lotion. Ella, toss
me that lotion please."

Ella happily picked up the tube of suntan lotion that lay on Aunt Anna's towel. With the three of them working together I soon had the greasy
feeling stuff smeared all over from neck to the knees. My aunt paid close attention to my ass, coating it thoroughly. Daphne got my arms and
chest while the much shorter Ella got the front of my legs. During this my dick was not getting shorter. I was much longer...okay, all the way
longer by the time they got finished with me. "Our little friend is back again," Daphne said, making Ella laugh. I was as hard as a seedless
cucumber. My aunt told me the French invented the seedless cucumber the night she showed me how to make her favorite salad with frisée and endive. Up until then I thought lettuce with tomato was an acceptable salad. Not until that moment did I know it was considered acceptable
for me to be aroused and erect in front of my cousins.

"Don't worry. It'll go down...eventually," my aunt told me. Now I had recently turned sixteen, and I believe the age of consent in France is
sixteen, but I didn't consent to this. I wasn't asked for my permission or opinion. Swimming naked in the backyard may be acceptable, but
it should be optional, right?

I spent maybe half an hour in the pool, but neither Daphne nor her sister gave it a chance to go down. Standing in the shallow end, I constantly
had one or both of them hanging onto me, moving around me, brushing up against me, brushing up against my boner as it stuck out in front of
me. The most difficult thing was to hold my right hand up and out of the water. The girls were told not to splash around and get my cast wet.
Ella pushed her back against my front, and she draped my left arm over her left shoulder. She held onto my arm. This caused my hand to press
against her chest. I couldn't help but let the fingers of that hand roam around, feeling the nipple of her right breast. It felt to be the same size
as my own. I wondered how much bigger her older sister's must be, if they are more pointy. Another thought I had at that moment, wanting
to get a comparison with the bared breasts of my Aunt Anna Marie. So there it is...I was naked in a swimming pool, fantasizing about seeing
my aunt's tits while I was feeling the barely budding breast of her youngest daughter. If Ella felt me feeling her up, my fingers pressing against
and rubbing her little chest nub, she didn't pay any mind to it. Ella played "Tit for Tat", grabbing my dick under the water and giving it a squeeze. She giggled and looked to see if mommy noticed. Her mother didn't' see anything so I got squeezed again and then her hand cupped my balls
and she rubbed them like a gambler does his dice..

I was thinking this was about as bad as it could get. Half an hour of getting teased and squeezed and I was about driven out of my mind. All I
wanted to do was run inside, lock myself in the bathroom, and jerk off till I splattered all over...something. The girls wanted to have more fun
and the next order of business was more embarrassing than the swimming. Daphne got out of the pool. She went around the corner of the house
only to come back with a plastic multi-colored ball that was pumped up with air, a beach ball, a big one of fourteen inches diameter. Daphne
was smiling ever so devilishly as she said, "Let's play beach volleyball. Ella and me against mom and Kai."

[imanewb]

I did so enjoy your use of descriptive language/simile herein - really painted a picture (and made me laugh out loud - hard as a seedless cucumber - priceless) of his fun afternoon with his tendres cousines.

[TeenFan]

"Tendres Cousines" is a movie I have in my old Dvd collection.
In that movie a young teenage boy gets to play around with the women folk on a farm, when all the men are gone.
I thought the boy was a little young for the movie to be believable (he looks like he's thirteen). One young lady on the farm might
find him interesting enough to play around with...but multiple young ladies? The director of this movie was famous for his young
actresses taking their clothes off, and this was just another excuse for them to get undressed, a sudden need to roll around in bed with
the only boy around.

This is a trailer to the movie.
You can see how young the boy is and the girls he gets to touch.
The naked scenes you can find at AZNUDE

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8nd50d

I only wish the director didn't use that fuzzy, hazy, camera style...and waited six months for the lead boy to be more mature, and
not be afraid to show the boy naked like he did the actresses.

[Trundle]

Another incredibly entertaining chapter.

Things are really building now, I wonder if it's during the beach volleyball that Kai explodes?

Very interesting that so many of your stories are inspired by films. Think that's a great way to inspire creativity.

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 11.


When I started the part of my story, where I got stripped down and made to get in the pool naked, my dick was red and hot. The heated wax
from the candle held above my dick was still oozing down my hard shaft when I began that part of my tale. Fortunately the burning candle
was put away. During the next five minutes or so, as the story about my first nude swim at my aunt's house was divulged, my cock was no longer subjected to the harsh hot wax treatment. However, I was not allowed to get soft. The Joker Girl tortured me in a new way using a simple
feather. It looked like the feather of a large black bird, most likely a tail feather as it was around six inches long. My dick stays rigid, the hot
wax cooling into a hard shell, as she tickled my balls with the feather. She tickled more than just my balls, brushing the feathery tip against the bottom of my shaft and ruffling my pubic hair. Before I could go into my account of the beach volleyball game using the beach ball I am stopped
by the High Priest.

"The Joker may return to her seat."

The girl in the Joker mask doesn't leave right away. She pulls the front of her red lace panties forward with one hand and she puts the feather
down into them. I can't see exactly what is going on, but it appears like she's rubbing that feather against pussy. I can't tell if she is smiling,
that awful Joker mask is always smiling. She presses the feather against her crotch with her hand on the outside of her panties, rubbing sensually, very slowly. Joker Girl then pulls the feather out and she tickles my nose with it. The tip brushes against the tip of my nose then she holds
it flat up against my nostrils. The feather was slightly damp and it smelled musky, but that aroma was combined with some sort of body spray
the Joker must have put on earlier in the day, smelling something like garden flowers. But I'm no expert in what flowers smell like. I've never
bought flowers for anyone before besides a single red rose.

The High Priest seemed to be impressed with how I was holding up. "The initiate has performed well so far. His lie detector graph says he's been completely honest up to this point. You've made it through the fire without pleading or begging. Well done. But your task is not complete yet.
There is a long way to go." Then turning toward the group of girls in the corner, he says, "Now who among the esteemed group of feminine examiners would like to apply the ice?"

A woman wearing a Maleficent mask with impressive black head horns stands up. She steps over and stands before me, right as one of the Casper
masked dudes shows up with a metal bowl. He places this bowl down on the floor at the feet of the chair I'm cuffed to. The bowl is full of
ice cubes, long with slender edges and likely made by a refrigerator ice maker. The ice is misty cold, showing no signs of melting. Casper the
ghost would have to know exactly when to fetch the ice. Was this all being done according to a clock and the stages are worked out in advance?
Was there some secret form of communication going on that I can't detect, radios and receivers in the masks? I have no idea how it was all
accomplished, but the ice was freshly gotten out of a freezer. I could guess what the ice was for and hoped and prayed silently that I was wrong.

Apparently, the Maleficent girl decided that she needed some assistance. Pointing to a Barbie masked female at the end of the nine girl row
of chairs, that Barbie babe also steps down to where I sit.

"You may begin your story again," the High Priest says. "I believe you were about to play volleyball."

I didn't need the reminder of where I left off in the story, but I still froze up before getting it underway again. I froze up because Maleficent
had grabbed a piece of ice and she pressed it against the underside of my dick, which was still pointing upward. She placed the ice cube at the
base and slowly moved the cube upward. My breath sucked in as I felt the intense cold on my hard hot rod, which wouldn't be hot for much
longer. The Barbie babe, she grabs two cubes of ice and she steps behind the chair. Leaning over me from above, the Barbie locates and presses
a cube against each of my nipples. Goosebumps form all over my body instantly.

"Continue with your confession initiate," the High Priest warns me. "Or should I call for a second bowl of ice and more volunteers?"

When the whole story confession started less than an hour before, I was stuttering due to the nervousness, the fear and anxiety and pressure to
not mess things up. I found myself stuttering once again, but from having a bad case of the shivers and shakes. Even my jaw felt tight as the
cold seeped into my body. I only had ice at three places, but the number of places grew. Maleficent, having a free hand, placed cubes of ice at
the middle of my thighs. Little trickles of water ran down toward the bottom of my legs. Water was running down from the dickhead to my balls,
making the scrotum tighten up like a balled fist. But I had to keep going. As the muscles of my body tensed up I had to loosen my tongue.
Occasionally chattering like a skeleton in a B-horror movie, I got going on the story...finally.


"It felt so weird, standing in the backyard of my aunt's house, with my aunty and both cousins smiling at me as I put my damaged arm back into
the sling. The sling would be the only thing I got to wear..."

[TeenFan]

Writer's Note:
Hello Mr. and Mrs. Reader, it's been a while since this story was last worked on. I am going to pick up on the story again. Even I had to look
up the names of the characters and refresh my memory by reading the story over.

I understand that some of you might need to re-read the whole thing over again before reading this new chapter. I hope you find it even better
than you remembered.

I'll be picking up at the telling of the volleyball game, while Kai is getting the "cold" treatment.
I hope you enjoy the new installments of this story. Thank you for being patient.
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The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 12.


"My right wrist in a cast, right arm in a sling, that part of my body is the only part that remains motionless during the volleyball game. There
is a small net for volleyball, or maybe it's for badminton, in the backyard of my Aunt's house. It's me and Aunt Anna Marie vs. my cousins
Ella and Daphne. Don't ask me what the score was. I don't remember. I do remember how ineffective I was as a volleyball player, trying to
hit a beach ball over a net.

I remember how much I felt my dick flopping up and down and around and round. I could hear occasional thwaps as it smacked on something,
mostly my belly, sometimes my thigh, and sometimes it smacked the fourteen inch wide beachball. I'd miss the ball completely as it came down,
and it would hit my hardon pointing outward.

Seeing Ella and Daphne in front of me, as both of them ran and jumped would have kept a stick of butter hard in the summer sun. Daphne is
in a small bikini. Ella only has on a white t-shirt which is still wet, and her cute little button sized nipples are poking through. Keeping an eye
on my own team wasn't a way to calm myself down either. Aunt Anna looked fabulous, and she had a lot more up top to bounce around.

About bouncing around...Daphne hit the beach ball hard, and it went out of bounds. The ball hit the grass and rolled and rolled. The ball
when into the side yard of the house. There is a tall fence along the back of the back yard, but at that particular side of the house there
is no fence separating the front from the back yards. Where that ball landed is in view of the street out in front of the house.

"Go get the ball big boy," Ella yelled out. The ball is on my side of the net. Someone from my team should retrieve the ball. I didn't see
Aunt Anna volunteering to fetch the ball. My aunt stands there waiting expectantly.

"I know you did that on purpose," I said as I head toward the beachball. Daphne didn't deny it, her giggles giving away her guilt. As soon as I
reach the ball to pick it up, I see two people walking by on the sidewalk in between houses. It's two older ladies waking their dogs, a pair
of French poodles. The two dogs paid no attention to me, but the two women noticed me right away.

"Bravo, tres courageux," one woman says.
"Magnifique," says the other lady.

Not knowing what to do, I just bend down to pick the ball up. It's the best thing to do, since I can cover up using the large beachball. The
ladies wave goodbye, and one blew kisses at me when I turned around to head back toward the back yard. I could imagine those kisses
being directed at and landing right on my ass. I didn't have to fetch the ball from the side yard again, but I did notice those ladies passing
by the house a couple more times, perhaps hoping for an encore appearance by the neighborhood nudie dude.

I was outside naked long enough to start thinking I was going to kept naked forever. It was probably only an hour I spent in the backyard
swimming or jumping around for a ball I can't handle with one arm.

"This is too much jumping around for me," Aunt Anna says to her daughters. "You need somebody else to form teams with. I prefer to sit
on the sidelines and watch."

Daphne jumps up and down, apparently having what she considered an exciting thought.

"Ooooh oooh oooh, I have a friend from school who lives close by. I think I could invite Dede (pronounced Day-Day) over for a swim."



My teeth were chattering as I get out the last sentence of my story. There is melted ice water running down my legs, pooling at the crack of
my ass. The masked girls holding ice pressed onto my skin have gone through a dozen of the cubes. My body is red and nearly frostbitten. The High Priest holds up his hand.

"Wait...another player is being added to the mix? How intriguing...Take the ice away."

The Casper masked guys remove the bucket of ice cubes. The Maleficent masked girl and the Barbie step back.

"Bring the blindfold," the High Priest calls out. "It's time to mix things up a bit."

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 13. Part One. For Entertainment Purposes Only


I thought a room full of people wearing masks was a horrible sight. Seeing nine women wearing various types of masks while showing
off their bodies in lacy red undies was bizarre and surreal. However, seeing Casper the Friendly Ghost walking toward me with a black sleep
aid eyewear made me shrink back into my chair in renewed fright. Not seeing is going to be worse.

Casper slips the eye covering over my face, adjusts it so it fits perfectly. Everything is darkness and my ears tune into the murmurings of
the audience. I knew this can't be good. What horrible torture did they have in mind now?

"Bring over the device cart," I hear the High Priest order. Soon I hear something rolling on wheels. After a minute goes by, as I hear somebody
fumbling around with something, some sort of buzzing sound comes through, just barely perceptible due to the background noise. The
whispers have grown increasingly louder since that cart rolled up. Everyone but me can see what is going on. Some laughter floats in from the
direction of the nine girls. The laughs sounded like they came from girls.

"Are you ready to proceed?" the Priest asks. I'm not sure if the question is directed toward the person in front of me with the cart or if it's
directed at me.

"Ummm...I'm ready, I guess," I respond. Even I can hear the fear in my voice, as it quavers and lacks any note of confidence. And how could
I not be nervous. I'm being treated like I'm the main victim in a torture porn thriller movie like "Hostel" or "Saw". I never watched any of those
movies. Such films freaked me out, and now I'm living in one.

"You may resume your storytelling. But first my assistants will acquaint you with the interrogation devices for this round."

Unexpectedly the handcuffs on both wrists are unlocked. However, my feet remain cuffed to the legs of the chair. I am forced to stand up,
my legs at an awkward angle for standing. The cuffs are locked together in front of me.

"This is just for entertainment purposes. Just relax and enjoy it."

Whack...whack... Two hard slaps land on each of my butt cheeks. The audience roars their approval as a series of blows stings and probably
reddens my ass. Whack...whack...and all I can do is stand there and take it. I'm not even expected to say anything. It's all merely fun n games
for the rest of the members to enjoy.

After getting ten or so hard slaps on each butt cheek, I'm pushed back down into my chair. The handcuffs returned to locking my wrists to
the armrests.

The humming gets louder, buzzing at my left ear. Then the sound moved in front of me, moves lower. Suddenly the left side of my chest
is tingling. Something pressed against the left nipple, zapping me with the sting of a bee. The buzzing sound intensified as whatever it is
targets my nipple. A tremble like an electrical jolt runs through my body. I detect a sensation on my skin, as this tingling seems to flow in
a strange pattern. This sensation runs down my chest to my crotch and it focuses just on the surface of the skin.

The zapping stops and I figure out what it probably is. Some sort of electrical device has zapped me, and since I'm wet in several places due
to the melted ice water, the flow of current ran down my body along the wettest sections.

First I got the hot oil and candle wax treatment, followed by the freezing effects of ice, a spanking, and next I must endure being electrocuted? This is...almost too much.

"Tell your story, initiate. But if you begin to bore me I'll have Casper here give you a jolt or two," the High Priest warns me.

[Trundle]

Totally forgot about this story, had to go back and re-read it but that was a pleasure to do.

Great to see it back, cannot wait to hear the story of his cousins inviting their friend round. Surely they'll let him put something on before she arrives?...

[TeenFan]

The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 13. Part Two. French Fashion Only


The whole initiation thing started off bad, and it increasingly got worse. I did my best to start my story up again, to keep the members
of the Order of Divine Disclosure entertained and earn my way into the secret society. It's worse not being able to see, not knowing how close
the electrical zapper thing is to my body. I can hear it buzzing, sometimes near my head, sometimes sounding unnervingly too close to my
exposed male parts. The High Priest seemed pleased with the tale of my vacation in France, but I'd been warned not to let the story
get boring. If he gets bored the Priest will order the attendant to zap me again.


"That afternoon of swimming naked with my cousins, and the one armed volleyball came to an end with a nice dinner. Fortunately, I was allowed
to put on a bathrobe. Each of the girls made me their favorite dessert. Daphne made me a little bowl of vanilla ice cream with a pool of
Creme De Menthe surrounding the scoop, like the ice cream was an island surrounded by a green ocean. I was particularly surprised by how free
flowing the alcoholic beverages are in a French family. Aunt Anna Marie assisted young Ella in preparing a rum flame broiled peach half.
I was feeling a little tipsy at the end of dessert.

Daphne announced during dinner that she had called and was confirming that her friend Dede would be coming over in a couple days.

The next day was a day for shopping at the village. Aunt Anna wanted me to have a nice summer outfit for sight seeing in the area. My
grubby clothes I brought over from England just were not nice enough. The shorts were too long and baggy. "A proper Frenchman isn't afraid
to show off how nice his legs are" my aunt told me. "You British are way too modest and proper."

"And stuck up with your noses in the air," my cousin Daphne added to what her mother thinks of English manners.

Before I could go into the village to be fitted for a properly immodest set of summer clothes. I needed to be given another bath. This second
bath was very much like the first one, only my aunt had the assistance of two very eager girls. I spent more time standing in the tub than
sitting down, as Ella scrubbed everything from the bellybutton down and Daphne scrubbed everything up above, and my aunt washed my hair.
There was a bit of an argument over who was going to wash my butthole and who was going to get the balls. Ella stuck the washcloth
between my ass cheeks and did a thorough job, when she was awarded the prize of being the one to dry me off. Aunt Anna Marie made both
girls stop and watch as she pulled back the foreskin and instructed her two daughters how to wash a penis properly. I was quickly hard as soon
as the bath began, so not much tugging was needed to expose the glans completely for the hygienic show n tell.

Little Ella asked a very astute question, "What is that head thing for on the tip of the penis?" It was the only time Aunt Anna Marie didn't have
an answer to an anatomy question.

"I don't know why they have that. But it really makes a boy squirm when its tickled. Go on try it."

Ella, followed shortly by Daphne, wasted no time in tickling my dickhead. Of course I squirmed, but since this was an official part of "Hygiene"
class I couldn't slap their hands away. I must have been tickled there for at least a minute before my aunt made them stop. I was so hard and
throbbing, getting dried off by Ella must have been quite the show for her, and Daphne added to the embarrassment by bringing into the
bathroom a measuring stick. I'm barely sixteen years old, I have a way to go till my body reached its full height and weight, but my dick
had reached its maximum length of Seven and a Half inches. I recall vividly when Daphne's mouth hung open after she announced I was an
astonishing Nineteen Centimeters in length.

At the village clothing shop, I was made to undress down to the briefs so the clothes maker could measure me. The clothes maker was a
forty year old skinny guy named Maurice, who has a pencil line moustache that seems to be popular only among the French these days. Daphne
and Ella sit on a small sofa in view of this measuring. After getting my legs, hips, shoulders, length of arms measured, my aunt says, "He'll need some extra room in the crotch."

"Extra room? What does this mean, extra room?"

Instead of trying to explain, my aunt pulls my underwear down to the ankles. "My nephew has a magnificent set of testicles, and what you see hanging here grows and grows."

"Nineteen centimeters. I measured him myself," Daphne says with a giggle, and Mr. Maurice looks on astonished. Then the clothes maker
makes the two girls laugh uproariously when he measures my flaccid penis, announcing to everyone I was currently at a nifty Thirteen
Centimeters the softy way.

It was on the way back to the house that Daphne told me Mr. Maurice lived with a young man not much older than I was.

Aunt Anna Marie explained how knowing Maurice was into young men gave her an advantage in the business transaction. "I got a nice discount on the cost of your summer sightseeing outfit. He gave me 25% off his normal rate."

I was stunned. My aunt had used me, had used my naked body to negotiate a discount by appealing to the clothes maker's peculiar predilections.
I knew then that even though I was her favorite nephew, Aunt Anna would stop at nothing to embarrass or humiliate me in front of others. After
getting back to the house I should have packed my grubby English clothes into the suitcase and gotten a ticket back home when I had the chance."