Jeffrey stood in front of the group. He tried not to look nervous nor embarassed.
He had stripped naked as they told him too and displayed his smooth skin, made that way by three of the group earlier that day.
As he had knelt his thick black hair fell from his head onto his shoulders, the floor and on his erection. Nobody said anything about his obvious excitement.
They hosed him down with cold water that rid his body of the cut hairs and softened his bone hard penis. They then shoved a ring of some kind and a sleeve over his man meat. He was not to orgasm they said.
As he knelt on top of the floor drain, Jeff felt the first then second and finally the third stream of warm urine being dispelled on his back, shaven head and buttocks. He turned, lifeted his arms, lay on his back as they continued to mark him as they called it.
He was one step closer.
They told him to put on his jeans and nothing else and let him leave. He felt sexy, strange, nude and excited as he walked home. His jeans slide against his newly shaven skin making him harder. It hurt like hell thanks to the plastic sleeve locked into place on his flacid cock earlier.
He slept with dreams of sex going through his head. Jeff had asked for all he got earlier and all he would get later.
Awakening to his alarm, Jeff realized he had slept ten hours. It was nearly time for him to decide if he would return as told or not.
If not, he would wear the obvious smooth skin of an initiate and others would notice perhaps even knowing he was started the process. He had seen several himself around the campus. And even saw the marks left on their backs in the gym locker room.
Jeff stood letting his bladder empty through the plastic chasity. It felt good as the warm liquid surrounded his trapped appendage.
He wanted to belong. He was tired of being on his own even though he liked the independance had had since he was 13. Now in State College, living by himself, being lonley became more then he could handle and he decided to do something.
The local newspapers listed all types of clubs, groups and interests From startrek to sex. He focused on the sex and found a group on campus.
Jeff remembered the day he left the note, essentially an application. He has to say why he wanted to be considered and included a photo. After doing that he felt conspicuous. Somenoe would be looking at him, watching him, listening to him in classes, even seeing him naked in the locker room. Weeks went by.
Then a blue envelope arrived telling him what to wear the next day. Jeff had to find a red shirt and white gym shorts. He borrowed from neighbor and shopped.
He felt even more on display wearing the red tank top and the shorts with nothing underneath. It was a test he knew. He had said he liked being told what to do.
Another blue envelope arrived.
He left the lecture the next day and stripped off his shirt walking half naked across campus and back again. Another test.
A third envelope arrived and Jeff almost threw it away. But he read it and walked across town on Saturday morning, past the abandoned railroad tracks and into the equally abandoned warehouse.
Looking around first, he saw nobody and heard no sounds. He stripped naked and knelt closing his eyes. And the shuffle of shoes was heard. He had been tested again and was about to being the initiation as the note said he would.
And he had passed the tests and slept.
Now he pulled on his jeans and t shirt and sandals. He had made his decision. It was a long walk but he had time. The night air was warm. Traffic was busier then he thought. But it was a Saturday night.
The warehouse was different then the one he had knelt in earlier. It was further away from the highway. There were cars parked nearby. He did as he had been instructed earlier, entering, stripping and standing quietly.
He watched as another naked body was initiated. He winced at what he saw. It would soon be him he knew. But it aroused him as well. And he knew his turn was coming and he would not leave.
Jeff held the handles and let his arms go with them as they were raised making him stand on his tip toes. He was blindfolded and gagged.
His feet were placed on wheeled surfaces shifting his support to only the handles he held. His arms were raised more just enough so his feet moved on the wheeled surfaces, probalby skates or skateboards. He hadn't seen them before.
He winced again as the flogging began. It hurt like hell. He didn't scream, he wouldn't. But he heard a voice tell him he could scream all he wanted it would help.
The flogging resumed now on his chest and belly as well as his back and buttocks. He screamed. It did help and the flogging continued.
His erection stung as the strands hit it. He didn't realize he had been aroused by the punishment. His legs strained to keep steady despite the wheeled surfaces his feet semi rested upon.
The flogging stopped and he felt hands part his buttocks. Jeff knew what was next and he wanted it. There had been a man, when he was younger who invaded him like that. He did as he was told then and stiffled the pain as his virginity was taken from him and his cuts consumed the man's orgasmic streams.
He took it again and again. His body hurt, his ass was sore. Then another invaded him and a mouth surrounded him.
It was a combination of pain and pleasure he had not thought possible.
Soon, Jeff realized it felt too soon, he was lowered and the blindfold and gag removed.
He was led outdoors where he was made to kneel beside the initiate he had seen flogged and fucked earlier.
The group marked them both and the stinging was almost too much to bear. Jeff realized there were red marks all over his body now stining as the salty uring sprayed over him by all of the groups' members.
By the time he returned to his apartment it was midday the next day. His new friend and fellow initiate helped spread the cream on his marks and he returned the favor.
Their sex was both oral and anal the rest of the afternoon.
He had passed. He belonged. And he realized he needed more then just to belong.