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Re: The Initiation Ordeal_New September 18
The Initiation Ordeal
Chapter 24. Cum-Shot Confirmation Deja Vu
One of the nine females, the one in a Pocahontas Indian mask, stood up and I stopped talking.
I was at a natural stopping point anyway. I had just told everyone about how my French cousins took advantage of my naked state in Mrs.
Margot's house, that I was naked for several hours. I had not told them everything that happened during my family's visit with my aunt's
friend, mainly the parts of the hot tub/sauna and the games room.
The High Priest points toward Pocahontas, one of the nine females dressed in red lace underwear.
"I agree with the older woman in the story he just told. Seeing is believing. I'm not going to take his word for it that he is able to make his
cumshots go four feet. I challenge that remark. I declare it to be potentially false. I demand proof," the Pocahontas requests.
A loud murmur fills the room. Semi-bored listeners sit up in their chairs. I can also hear some laughter coming from the masked girl section.
I was not at all happy at this interruption, not for this reason. I've been telling the truth. I'm still hooked up to the lie detector machine which
is still scratching away as I spoke. I've passed every test so far. Why do I have to prove my physical capabilities? What business is it of theirs?
When the story stopped, the Barbie masked girl stopped her particular brand of torture. For the last ten minutes, the Barbie girl had been
kneeling down in front of me, hunkered down between my legs. As I told my story the bitch searched for and plucked pubic hairs from my crotch. She seemed to know where the more sensitive areas are. At the base of the shaft there is a particularly ouchy area for hairs to be plucked from.
She also combed her fingers through the patch of pubes, looking for the longest ones. Barbie must have removed thrirty or forty such hairs,
which she placed into a clear plastic vial with a white screw on lid. I suppose my name will end up being written down on the bottle and then
placed on display somewhere, who knows where...I didn't care.
The High Priest waved off the hair obsessed Barbie. If there was anything at all positive about the experience it was Barbie was among the
best breasted of the nine females. Her sexy body and only partially covered breasts did give me something to look at while I was stuck in the
chair while some of my nether region's weeds were wacked.
"Bring a kneeling pad and a measuring tape. A roll of dark colored paper as well." The Priest asked for a re-arrangement of the set.
"Then when that's done uncuff the initiate from the chair."
I watched as the items are brought. Once the kneeling pad is placed on the floor, a tape measure is used to locate the Four foot mark on a
long sheet of black paper. The end of this paper starts at the edge of the kneeling pad, then cut from the roll exactly five feet way, the Four
Foot measuring marked with a red felt tip pin.
The setup being made, I was made to get out of the chair. I would have preferred the opportunity to walk around for a minute or two. I've
been sitting in that chair for over an hour, cuffed wrists and ankles to the metal frame. As soon as the handcuffs were unlocked, the big guys
in the Casper the Ghost masks pulled me out of the chair, kneeled me down on the floor with my knees on the kneeling pad. It sort of looked
like a little prayer rug, and I started to pray I had built up enough juices and pressure to blow a gasket off the ol' sex machine. Shoot long
and no harm done. Shoot short and it might damage my chances at getting into the order. My reputation was at stake, and I was number one
in having created that reputation. Why did I tell them that little detail about the ping pong table jerkoff session? It could come back to
haunt me.
The High Priest gives out the requirements of the task. "To make this fully fair to the initiate, he will jerk himself off. Any failure to reach
the mark will be his all alone. I believe he's had sufficient warmup interaction. No need to waste any more time. You may begin your
masturbation. Use any method you like, but you must remain kneeling."
Chapter 24. Cum-Shot Confirmation Deja Vu
One of the nine females, the one in a Pocahontas Indian mask, stood up and I stopped talking.
I was at a natural stopping point anyway. I had just told everyone about how my French cousins took advantage of my naked state in Mrs.
Margot's house, that I was naked for several hours. I had not told them everything that happened during my family's visit with my aunt's
friend, mainly the parts of the hot tub/sauna and the games room.
The High Priest points toward Pocahontas, one of the nine females dressed in red lace underwear.
"I agree with the older woman in the story he just told. Seeing is believing. I'm not going to take his word for it that he is able to make his
cumshots go four feet. I challenge that remark. I declare it to be potentially false. I demand proof," the Pocahontas requests.
A loud murmur fills the room. Semi-bored listeners sit up in their chairs. I can also hear some laughter coming from the masked girl section.
I was not at all happy at this interruption, not for this reason. I've been telling the truth. I'm still hooked up to the lie detector machine which
is still scratching away as I spoke. I've passed every test so far. Why do I have to prove my physical capabilities? What business is it of theirs?
When the story stopped, the Barbie masked girl stopped her particular brand of torture. For the last ten minutes, the Barbie girl had been
kneeling down in front of me, hunkered down between my legs. As I told my story the bitch searched for and plucked pubic hairs from my crotch. She seemed to know where the more sensitive areas are. At the base of the shaft there is a particularly ouchy area for hairs to be plucked from.
She also combed her fingers through the patch of pubes, looking for the longest ones. Barbie must have removed thrirty or forty such hairs,
which she placed into a clear plastic vial with a white screw on lid. I suppose my name will end up being written down on the bottle and then
placed on display somewhere, who knows where...I didn't care.
The High Priest waved off the hair obsessed Barbie. If there was anything at all positive about the experience it was Barbie was among the
best breasted of the nine females. Her sexy body and only partially covered breasts did give me something to look at while I was stuck in the
chair while some of my nether region's weeds were wacked.
"Bring a kneeling pad and a measuring tape. A roll of dark colored paper as well." The Priest asked for a re-arrangement of the set.
"Then when that's done uncuff the initiate from the chair."
I watched as the items are brought. Once the kneeling pad is placed on the floor, a tape measure is used to locate the Four foot mark on a
long sheet of black paper. The end of this paper starts at the edge of the kneeling pad, then cut from the roll exactly five feet way, the Four
Foot measuring marked with a red felt tip pin.
The setup being made, I was made to get out of the chair. I would have preferred the opportunity to walk around for a minute or two. I've
been sitting in that chair for over an hour, cuffed wrists and ankles to the metal frame. As soon as the handcuffs were unlocked, the big guys
in the Casper the Ghost masks pulled me out of the chair, kneeled me down on the floor with my knees on the kneeling pad. It sort of looked
like a little prayer rug, and I started to pray I had built up enough juices and pressure to blow a gasket off the ol' sex machine. Shoot long
and no harm done. Shoot short and it might damage my chances at getting into the order. My reputation was at stake, and I was number one
in having created that reputation. Why did I tell them that little detail about the ping pong table jerkoff session? It could come back to
haunt me.
The High Priest gives out the requirements of the task. "To make this fully fair to the initiate, he will jerk himself off. Any failure to reach
the mark will be his all alone. I believe he's had sufficient warmup interaction. No need to waste any more time. You may begin your
masturbation. Use any method you like, but you must remain kneeling."
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