Excitedly, a group of boys ran off into the forest to find their four doomed fellows. They had been left a distance away, far enough that they wouldn't be able to hear anything of the proceedings, but close enough that fetching them wouldn't be too much of a chore. The boys had heard though. There had been enough shouting and laughing and screaming for the sound of it percolate through the forest, and although they couldn't discern what was going on, they had been afraid. If they had not been tied to trees they would probably have fled.
There was much cheering amongst the assembled company when the four boys were brought out, and when the initiates saw the fire in their fellow scouts' eyes, they grew even more afraid.
All four boys were twelve years old and on their first camp with the patrol. The first to be led out was Nigel; the pale fair haired boy who had stepped forward prematurely when Mark was suspended naked from a tree and about to be wanked off earlier today. Apprehension and a determination to be stoic were written over his slightly feminine face.
Next came Peter, a blonde boy who was as pale as Nigel. He was small for his age, but despite this his face portrayed less fear that the other three.
Third in line was brown haired Michael; his round face enigmatic. He was afraid, and he resented the whole stupid idea of an initiation, but he was not intending to give the others, the girls especially, the satisfaction of seeing him in the least bit bothered.
Lastly came black haired John; the largest and most well developed of the boys. He couldn't hide his nervousness and fear as much as he wanted to, because he was only one who thought they might actually be serious. All day the four boys had been teased by the other boys; they had been told in whispers how they were going to have their trousers and pants pulled down in front of the girls. The initiates had laughed it off, as if they weren't bothered, but the possibility did bother them. Nigel, Peter, and Michael coped by simply not believing it; it was too outrageous an idea for them to grapple with. They just knew that neither the boys nor the girls would dare. John had a different view. His brother Paul had been initiated last year, and he had told him he'd been stripped naked. He'd believed him, and although there were going to be girls present this year, he didn't think that Katherine or the other girls would demand the boys stay dressed to protect their modesty. Added to which there was something about Katherine that unnerved him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the way she stared at the boys when they were in their swimming trunks; the way she glued her eyes to their bulges, large and small, made him terrified that she would demand to see what it was that caused them.
Their escort lined them up in a neat row, and Nigel and Peter grinned appeasingly at their fellow scouts. Michael looked round indifferently, almost, but not quite, challengingly. John stared at the ground, then decided to brave it and looked up again. He tried to force his usual lopsided grin on his face between his crooked ears, but it didn't quite come off.
Katherine faced them, looked up and down the four of them. She had a very good memory, and she recited once again the words she had used with the girls.
"You will be initiated tonight, as all those present have been initiated before you. You will obey the will of the patrol or face dire consequences" she announced "Consequences that will be far worse than the initiation, and you will be ostracised." She heaved a sigh of relief. There had been no comment from Rob; no challenge to her authority. It looked like she was going to be able to boss this one all the way. She smiled broadly and felt a shiver of pleasure run through her.
Katherine took a deep and contented breath and then announced "Initiates will strip to their underwear", with undisguised glee.
The four initiates looked at each other in confusion. John dropped his head again; it was going to happen he thought, he was going to be stripped by the bloody girls. He looked behind him quickly and saw some of the other scouts watching him warily. Simon actually grinned and gave him a little wave as though he knew exactly what was going to happen and was going to make damned sure that John didn't find a way to avoid it - the bastard. John looked to his side and saw no escape there either.
Michael crossed his arms across his chest and planted his feet shoulder width apart, his body a symbol of tacit defiance. Peter began to pull his shirt off; next to him Nigel stared for a moment and followed suit.
"If the two girly cowards who are too scared to do their initiations properly don't get their kit off right now" said Katherine looking at Michael and John "They're going to be in deep shit, and it won't be their underwear they need to worry about standing around in."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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