Initiation (8 page)

Carter crossed his arms, eyeing Zach.

“There are only two rules for initiation.” He turned, his arms aloft like an actor addressing an audience. “Rule number one: no two initiations can ever be the same. Rule number two: the seniors decide what the little bitches have to do.” Zach looked at the uninitiated players with a smirk. “We thought this time we’d be nice and give you a choice of three different tests. Don’t y’all bitches think that’s nice of us?” Most of the hostages stared at the gravel floor. “I asked y’all a fucking question!”

A few guys nodded their heads. A few spoke the affirmative.

“So here’s the deal. Option number one is, in my opinion, the easiest. This is what I would do if I were in your shoes.” Justin and Noah suppressed grins. “Option one is quick and painless. All you have to do is get on your knees, and let Justin smack you in the face with his dick.” Zach chuckled.

Eyes widened among the captives.

“Don’t worry,” Justin said. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Come on y’all—that’s not so bad,” Zach said. “It won’t hurt and it’ll be over in a split second.”

Carter stood expressionless.

Zach continued. “Now option number two is called the jubie. Noah over there has a box of cucumbers.” Noah picked up a penis-sized cucumber and held it in front of his crotch. Justin and several others laughed. “All you have to do is hold the cucumber in your ass-crack for ten seconds.” Zach looked at the assembled neophytes. “I’ll give y’all a hint on getting that cucumber to hold. If you want it to stay in place, you gotta stick up in there just a little bit.”

“Just the tip,” Justin blurted out.

Everyone in the room laughed except for the thirteen kids in the middle.

“Now option three,” Zach said, “is by far the most difficult and most embarrassing of the three tests. If you choose this, you’re fucking insane. For option three, you have to strip down and leave all your clothes, wallet, and keys down here, where we will keep them until you’ve completed the test. You will exit the basement up those steps over by Luke and Dwayne.” Zach pointed across the room to the star quarterback and receiver. They stepped aside revealing concrete steps. “Now once you get outside, you have one goal: find a girl to fuck.” Zach laughed. “She’s gonna know you’re ready to fuck because, well, you’ll be butt ass naked.” A spattering of laughter ensued. “And because we’re all about safety here, Luke will give you each a condom.”

Luke stepped forward and held up a box of condoms as if they were a game show prize.

Zach continued. “Once you get some pussy, you can get your clothes back. This last one is fucking hard. You’re gonna be outside naked in front of two hundred girls trying to get laid. If you can’t do it, you’ll just have to sleep outside with your dick blowing in the wind. So what’s it gonna be, faggots?”

The captives glanced at each other, waiting for someone to choose.

Zach exhaled and tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist. “Let’s go, I don’t have all night.” He glared at Ben. “What about you, little Wheeler? You got the stones to be the first one to make a choice?”

Ben stared at the gravel. “I’ll do the first one,” he said.

“What was that?” Zach asked. “Speak up.”

“The first one.”

Much of the room laughed. Zach’s eyes widened. He glanced at Justin and Noah. Justin shrugged.

“What about you, Carter?” Zach said. “You’re such a tough guy. Think you can hold a cucumber in your ass?”

Carter took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. “Y’all are gonna fucking pay for this shit. Every last one of you.”

“Is that your choice?” Zach said with a crooked smirk. “You want the jubie?”

Carter shook his head. “Let me out of here. If I have to leave my clothes … fine.”

Carter marched to the Bilco doors, where Luke and Dwayne stood. He took off his T-shirt, slipped off his running shoes, and pulled down his jeans. The eleven undecided players followed him. They stripped down to their boxers and socks. Ben stood alone, fully clothed in the middle of the room.

“Can I change my choice?” Ben asked. “I’ll go out naked.”

Zach shook his head. “On Friday night, can you change a decision, or do you just have to deal with the results? What do you guys think, should we let little Wheeler change his decision?”

“Dick-slap the little faggot,” someone from the audience said to laughter and applause.

Carter looked across the room at Ben. His head was down, his shoulders slumped. He glanced at Devin.

Devin shook his head and mouthed,
this is fucked up
.

“Sorry little buddy,” Zach said. “Now get on your knees and take your medicine.”

Ben bent down in his jean shorts, his knees digging into the gravel, tiny shards creating indents in his skin. His eyes were closed. Justin sauntered in front of him. He pulled his zipper down. Ben’s chin began to tremble. Noah handed him a cucumber. Justin put it up to his crotch, turned his hips and smacked the vegetable across Ben’s face. The room erupted in laughter. Ben opened his eyes. The cucumber still dangled in front of his face. Ben staggered to his feet, little bits of gravel sticking to his knees.

Zach scowled at Ben. “Go on back upstairs,
you’re done
.”

Ben trudged up the basement steps. His teammates stepped aside like he was infected with some horrible disease.

As the door shut someone shouted, “Cocksucker!” The room erupted in laughter once again.

Zach moved toward the dozen guys that stood by the concrete steps in their underwear. The crowd closed in.

“Let us out,” Carter said.

Zach laughed. “Not like that.” He shook his enormous head. “That’s not naked. Y’all better get them drawers off.”

Carter took a deep breath. The guys looked at each other with wide eyes and downturned mouths.

“I’ll tell you what,” Zach said. “Y’all can wear your socks and shoes, but the drawers stay here.”

Carter bit the inside of his cheek. He pulled his boxer shorts down, stepped out of them, and slipped on his running shoes. The others followed suit.

“Don’t forget your condoms,” Zach said. “I wouldn’t be raw dogging with some of those hoes out there.”

Carter glared at Luke and Dwayne. “Move out of my fucking way.”

They stepped aside. Carter snatched the condom from Luke and climbed the concrete steps. He pushed the Bilco doors open. A crowd of girls were massed outside. Camera flashes blinded him. Shouting, laughter, and catcalls pierced the humid air. He blinked, trying to focus through the bright lights. He saw cameras and smiles, girls holding up trench coats and blankets.

“He has a nice body for a white boy,” someone shouted.

“Do you want a coat?” another girl asked.

Carter pushed his way through the crowd and sprinted toward the barn, the single light beckoning. The crowd cheered as he ran. He swung the door open and slammed it behind him. The barn was dark except for a flickering yellow light coming from the portholes of the boat. Close to the door, he was concealed by darkness, but if he moved any closer, he’d be illuminated.

“Amber?” he said.

After a moment she popped her head out on the upper deck of the boat. Her body cast a long shadow in the dim light. She held a beach towel.

“Look at you,” she said with a wide smile. “Why don’t you step closer so I can get a good look?”

He stood still in the dark shadows.

“You
are
shy,” she said laughing. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Can you please bring me that towel?”

“Awww, you seem upset. It was just a joke.”

She put the towel over her shoulder and climbed down the metal ladder that hung off the back of the boat. She strutted toward him with a bright smile, her teeth glowing in the dim light. She stopped at the edge of the shadows, some ten feet away.

“Why don’t you meet me halfway,” she said. “I don’t bite.”

“Come on Amber, this isn’t cool,” he said.

She pressed out her lower lip. “There’s not a guy at school that wouldn’t love to be naked and alone with me. What’s wrong?”

“You lied.”

She frowned. “It was gonna happen either way. I thought you liked me.”

He was still and silent.

“How about we make a deal? I’ll take off my top if you come over here into the light.” She waited for a response.

He said nothing.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said.

She folded the towel, and placed it between her legs to hold it in place. She tugged on the bottom of her pink tank top, her breasts moving beneath the fabric. She pulled the top over her head. Her stomach was tan and toned, her breasts mashed together in a white lacy pushup bra. She reached behind her back and unclasped. She crossed her arms and slid the straps and the bra down. Her breasts were tan and firm. She bit her lip. Blood rushed down to Carter’s penis. He stepped forward into the light. She gasped, her eyes on his erection.

“You do like me,” she said with a smirk.

He reached for her crotch, grabbing the beach towel from between her legs. He unfolded it and wrapped it around his waist, his erection pitching a tent.

She pressed out her lower lip. “Hey, I was enjoying the view.” She glanced at the square plastic packet in his hand and giggled. “What do you think you’re gonna do with that?”

He stepped forward and pressed his chest to hers. She tilted her head back and they kissed, slowly and softly at first. She reached down and gripped his erection over the towel. He groaned. She pulled away.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said as she strutted to the boat, her bra and tank top in hand. She looked over her shoulder and mimed a kiss his way. “Come on.”

He followed, the bright beach towel wrapped around his waist. He stood underneath her as she climbed the boat ladder. Carter saw a flash of white under her jean shorts as she climbed. He scaled the ladder to the top deck. She was gone. He followed the flickering light down the steps into the cabin below, entering the first room to his right. A single bed filled most of the small space, and a candle flickered on a built-in bedside table. Amber was on her side, her head propped up by her hand, her slender body wrapped in a flannel comforter. Jean shorts, a white bra, a pink tank top, and white panties were piled in a heap in front of the bed.

Carter felt faint. He placed the condom on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed as he slipped off his shoes and socks. He gazed at her, his face hot.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her lips curled.

“Yeah. I guess I didn’t expect this to happen. I’m not really prepared.”

She smiled, laughing. “Prepared? We’re not taking the SAT’s.”

He frowned. “Please don’t laugh.”

She stopped laughing, her mouth turned down. “Carter, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I really like you. I thought you’d like this.”

“I do,” he said, looking down at the towel wrapped around him. “I just don’t know what I’m doing.”

She smiled. “You certainly know how to kiss, and that’s a lot of it right there. Why don’t you just get in with me, and we’ll see what happens. We can just lay here if you want.”

Carter tugged the towel off his waist and dropped it on the floor. His penis was still semi-erect. She opened the flannel comforter. He slid in next to her on his side, one arm propping himself up, the other draped over her lower back. She pressed her body and her lips against his. His erection stiffened against the coarse hairs of her pubic area. She reached down and pulled his penis down between her legs. She felt hot and wet. She rubbed her clitoris back and forth over his penis, moaning. She leaned into his ear.

“Do you want to?” she asked through heavy breaths.

He turned toward the bedside table and grabbed the condom. He fumbled with the wrapper, his heart racing.

“Give it to me,” she whispered. “Lay on your back.”

He handed her the wrapper and lay on his back. She sat up and straddled his legs, ripping the condom wrapper as she did so. She took the rubber disc and slid it down over his erection. Amber eased his erection inside, moaning as he entered.

His hands found their way to her hips. She braced her hands against his muscular chest. He moved his pelvis in rhythm with hers for a couple of minutes. He tried to focus on her eyes, but they were closed. Her lips were swollen, her mouth open.

“Wait,” he said.

But she moved faster, pushing him past the point of no return. He groaned as he climaxed. She moaned and exhaled, her eyes shut tight. Eventually she shuddered, her breath coming out in one smooth motion. She opened her eyes and smiled before collapsing against him. Carter slipped out of her, and he turned to face her as she nuzzled against him, her arm and leg draped over his body. Carter stared at the ceiling, his mouth dry.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She propped herself up on her elbow and raised her eyebrows. “Why?”

“I don’t think that was very good.”

She frowned at him. “You didn’t like it?”

He propped himself up toward her. “No, it’s not like that. I mean for you. I think maybe I was too fast.”

She smiled, her pink lips glistening in the candlelight. “I thought it was very good.”

“Did you … you know.”

She laughed. “Did I what?”

“You know.”

“Have an orgasm?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s why I got on top.” She grinned. “That way I can push my own buttons.”

He looked down, then back at her. “Have you ever done this before?”

She scowled. “I’m almost eighteen, what do you think?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I mean this initiation thing.” He pursed his lips. “If you don’t wanna tell me, it’s okay.”

She grinned and pecked him on the lips. “Let’s just say it was a first for both of us.”

“Is this what the initiation is supposed to be? We’re all supposed to have sex?”

“Every initiation’s different.”

He narrowed his blue eyes. “I’m asking about this one.”

She shrugged. “I doubt all the guys are gonna have sex. Probably only a couple of them.” She winked at Carter. “Only the really hot ones.”

“So everyone else is gonna sleep outside naked?”

She giggled. “No, the girls are just gonna tell Zach and Justin that they had sex with the guys so they can get their stuff back. They’re gonna make out, and some guys might get a blowjob.”