The weather was hot and humid, the wind had stopped blowing, and sweat had begun to accumulate…and he had only been here for a literal minute…
Seshruk Sanume was an interesting kid. He wasn’t popular at school, and he certainly wasn’t an athlete. However, he was not a nerd, nor an emo, nor a goth. He was just…Seshruk.
So, when his parents had signed their bored son up for summer camp so as to give him something to do for five months aside from irritate his older sisters, the seventeen-year-old Snakari was little more than indifferent. He was a little bummed, considering the camp was boys only and he would have to stay there for almost half a year without any girls to gawk at. But, on the plus side, he wouldn’t have to spend another boring summer on Jargot.
The camp, called the “Rokka’s Camp for Boys 15-19”, was, as the title suggested, an all boys camp built on the planet Imonan. Imonan was the second planet from Jeka, the star that Snakar orbited. It was the closest habitable planet to the star in the system, and therefore, was also the hottest. The planet had one environment practically: jungle. Snakar, Saphira and Jargot were known for their temperate climates, with jungles, deserts and tundras around the planets, but not completely covering them. Imonan, on the other hand, was one big jungle.
The camp was located about 60 miles southwest of Rokka, the largest settlement on the planet. It was relatively new, and the reviews from the parents of the last couple years were relatively nonexistent, which usually painted a good picture for business.
As Sesh entered the campgrounds, his luggage in tow, he looked around at the massive trees that stretched overhead, making a sort of walkway for him. He followed the signs when he saw them, but he had yet to reach the actual camp yet.
Where the hell is this place?
Just as he thought that, he heard some commotion up ahead. He hurried to it, eager to finally meet a fellow camper.
What he saw made him stop completely.
“No! Please! I swear, I wasn’t the one to do it!”
“I don’t care! You’re wearing the shirt of Spider Cabin!”
Yards in front of him, were three Snakari teens. Two of them were much larger than Sesh, one was brown-scaled, muscular and had rattle at the end of his tail. The other, was tall but thinner, and light green colored. Both wore identical outfits: a yellow t-shirt with a hornet logo on it, and shorts.
They were currently in the face of a much smaller Snakari, one about Sesh’s size but with bright violet scales, and in a black t-shirt with a spider logo on it. The rattle-tailed Snakari was currently very angry at the black shirted one, and was visibly growling at him.
“Your whole cabin raided our stash last night, and you’re all gonna pay for it! You were just caught first!”
“N-No! Ahk!” The smaller Snakari squeaked as the rattle-tailed one dug his claws down the back of his pants and yanked out the yellow fabric of his briefs. He bounced the wailing teen up and down for a second, before attaching the waistband to a nearby tree. Then, for good measure, he yanked the boy’s pants down to his ankles, leaving him to dangle in pain and shame.
The other yellow-shirted Snakari then noticed Sesh as he approached, and smirked a bit, before alerting his larger friend, “Hey, dude, we got ourselves a new camper!”
The rattle-tailed Snakari turned to Sesh with a growling, angry expression. He then rapidly approached the teen and glowered down at him once he got close. Sesh’s heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the now hanging Snakari, fearing that he was about to meet a similar fate.
However, the larger Snakari simply spoke to Sesh instead of attacking him, “Newbie, eh? Well, let that be a lesson to you.”
He pointed at the wedgied Snakari, “Get on Hornet Cabin’s bad side and we’ll fuck you up.”
His friend, giggling, then pointed down the pathway, “Counselor’s office is that way, at the center of camp. He’ll put you in your cabin and give you your shirts.” The Snakari got close to Sesh for a moment, “Between you and me, I’d pray that you get assigned to Cabin Hornet. You’ll be a target if you don’t.”
The green Snakari laughed as he walked off into the jungle, the rattle-tailed one following behind, giving a warning to Sesh as he walked off, “Help that bastard down, and we’ll come after you anyways.”
And like that, they were gone. The Spider Cabin Snakari was hanging in a deep blush, trying to look at Sesh.
Seshruk gulped, already expecting the worst from this place. His parents must have had been sadists, probably having put ‘Get our son wedgied and bullied’ on their priority checklists when finding a camp to enrol him in. The other Snakari tried in vain to free himself, then gasped as Sesh climbed up, and yanked downwards on the undies. The force acted on the branch, and it snapped, making the wedgied one fall to the ground.
“Ow!….” he cried, looking at the cuts and bruises.
“Sorry man…only legit way to free you. Plus…I’m sure the counsellors would keep a new camper like me safe,” Sesh remarked, sliding down the trunk. His tree climbing days hadn’t let him down, and felt grateful for that.
“Uggh…thanks…but the counsellors-”
“Where is the main office anyway? I am sweating buckets out here in the sun…”
The Spider Snakari only adjusted his briefs, pointing to the left where a large hut was. It even had ‘Counseller Office’ emblazoned on, making him feel like an idiot for not observing. He shrugged.
“Ahh…alright, thanks…I’ll head off then,” Sesh remarked as he headed in that direction. He had waited till the seniors had gone off, then freed his fellow campmate. The Spider Snakari had run off, and for good measure, thought Seshruk.
The air was filled with the sound of crickets, mixed in with strong breezes that filled the air. It was a brief respite from the heat, and he was determined to get into shelter. Each of the huts around had their symbol, and he gasped, seeing one with a hornet picture. It was exceptionally rowdy, and a lot of shouts could be heard from it. He looked away, hoping he wouldn’t be with such bullies. This camp was to get him away from such, not remind him of it. But all that changed as he entered the head counselors office, getting the surprise of his life.
Inside, several of the seniors sat about, happily chatting and some at the gaming console. The place looked like a party had just finished, or several in fact. Tables were overturned with gundarts adorning the sides, bikini models were pasted on one part of the wall. He could even see some inappropriate images on the billboard and scheduling. There was a strong smell of sweat coming from the Snakari, almost all of them a head taller than him. The air turned silent as they heard the door open, then grins all appeared on their faces, seeing Sesh step in.
“Another new camper!” Cried a Red Snakari.
“Come over here and state your name!” Said a blue one, chuckling.
The seniors all huddled in a ring round him, watching him look about worriedly. Where were the actual counsellors? Why was the entire place like a pigsty? The official staffs had to be somewhere!
“S-Seshruk…” he stuttered out, feeling like a cornered mouse before some cats. The Snakari muttered amongst themselves and some laughed.
“Seshruk….mmmm…” said an orange one, as if tasting the name itself. Then they all nodded.
“Well Seshruk…WE here…are your counselors and staff!” announced Red.
“Wait what?!” he exclaimed, absolutely shocked.
“You got that right!” Red declared. “We’re part of the Imonan Scouts’ Association, and Rokka is one of our divisions! We host mountain climbing, hunting, scout events, team building exercises, and summer camps~”
“So we seniors here are the full time staff and scouts that will lead you on all the activities!” Blue said, smiling as they still stayed in a circle round him. So this very camp was entirely run by these people, and they had free reign since some seniors were in full time staff too. This meant that even though he could still find them if some older scouts were bullying him, it meant they could add their own rules to here. Seshruk then felt hands grab him, carrying him up.
They cheered, pulling his shorts and shirt off, leaving him in his bright blue undies. Some oooed as they let him down, keeping his discarded clothes. He scrambled to his feet, face flushed as they tossed him a new shirt at his face.
“Your hut is the last one by the forest entrance! Welcome to Rokka, Mantis!” A yellow one yelled, pushing him out the doors.
Seshruk found himself falling on his behind, stuck only in his underwear and luggage as the glass door was shut behind him. A blush appeared as he got up, rushing to find shelter. His hut was the last on the left, and he had to run there and quick.
Taking his bags, he broke into a sprint, worried and anxious about his state of undress. He made a beeline for a random area away from the site, wearing the new shirt they gave and new shorts from his bag. Past the flagpole, he saw the other various symbols of the huts. He didn’t have time to admire the scenery or how artistic it looked. He needed to find his area before other older scouts preyed on him. The evidence of their acts was visible every now and then, and he gulped, wondering how he would go.
One of the flags was replaced with a pair of briefs, fluttering in the wind. A random tree had tons of clothes dangling from it, shirts, shoes, even socks. The front door of Spider Hut had a large paper pasted on the front, ‘LOSERS’ scrawled on it in black ink. He was sure there would be more, but he tried to focus, intent on getting to his destination.
Just before the forest, with a symbol of a praying mantis, was his place.
By then as he entered the doors, he had composed himself, knowing how his school days had taught him to cope. Since this place was only run by seniors, he expected of all things…a hazing that would happen soon. That Spider Snakari was right to have been worried, and he could only blush, seeing his bunkmates.
All of them were in their underwear, sporting briefs of all colors as they sat on their beds. Their clothes were all hung on hooks, and at that point, he realized why.
The hut was utterly humid, and he could feel sweat trickle down his back as he looked at his bunkmates, all sporting the same blush. They had probably gone through the same thing too and he was their newest and last member of the team.
Seshruk laid his bags down, looking at them all as they minded their own business.
“Seniors pantsed you all too, eh?” he asked, panting from his run.
They all nodded, blushes on their cheeks as they watched him lay his items by the last bed, situated by the doorway. Even if he wanted to remain in clothes, there was no worth, not when it felt twice as hot outside. But being out there was like being a fish in a shark pool, and a senior could just grab them to do whatever. Seshruk inferred as much, and it seemed they caught the drift too.
He laid on the bed, groaning as he thought about his life here, looking at the mantis shirt they tossed at him. Day One and his dignity was already gone before the camp staff and he looked at each member, all not wanting to walk outside.
“Mantis campers! Assemble!” came a voice from outside.
“Wha-?” Sesh and the others stood up.
“I hope you all have settled down, because assembly by the mess hall is in five minutes. We will be showing you around the place!”
Sesh looked as everyone got their clothes on, all in the same mantis print shirt. He could only look on, seeing a dark blue Snakari, about 7 feet tall, greet them.
The Snakari, obviously one of the seniors as evidenced by his scouts shirt, waited for the group of about fifteen or sixteen green-shirted campers to exit their cabin. Once they were all in attendance, he began to speak loudly.
“Alright, Mantis Cabin! Settle down and listen up! We’re going straight to the assembly from here! Before we get there, I am going to give you this warning: there will be no rough-housing on the way there or during the ceremony, period. You’ll have plenty of time for that tonight, and throughout the rest of the summer. Break this rule, and you’re spending the night at the lodge with us, completely at our mercy! Am I understood?!”
“Yes, sir!” About half of the Mantis campers shouted out, with the other half offering other forms of acknowledgement. With that, the scout shouted out once more, “Alright! Let’s go!”
The large group began its march through the jungle, following the scout down the path that led to the lodge and main area about a mile down the road.
As they walked, several of the group began talking amongst themselves, with varying personalities shown throughout the group. There were some who acted jockish, others who were nerdy or dorky, and finally some that just slicked back and tried to be quiet or alone. Sesh fitted into this last group, and remained at the tail-end of the traveling mass. He attempted to bring as little attention as he could to himself…that was, until a black and red colored Snakari slightly shorter than him strolled up to him.
“Hey there, newbie.” The Snakari said with a giddy smirk, trying to be friendly. He wore the Mantis Cabin’s green t-shirt, and some blue basketball shorts, and had a voice that sounded like his balls had dropped just a week ago.
“Oh, uh…hi.” Sesh replied lowly, awkwardly looking into the Snakari’s scarlet colored eyes. The Snakari simply questioned him in response, “Did you get mobbed and hung somewhere when the ship dropped you off? Was it Hornet Cabin? Or Scorpion?”
“Um…no.” Sesh said, beginning to get a little weirded out, “…who are you again?”
“Oh! Forgive my manners!” He held out his hand, “I’m Petiku. Petiku Gemoko. Though, most people around here just call me ‘Iku’ for short. And you are?”
Sesh slowly shook Iku’s hand, starting to warm up to the young, curious Snakari, “Seshruk Sanume. You can call me ‘Sesh’ if you want.”
“Nice to meet you, Sesh!” Iku said, grinning and baring his short fangs and flicking his flat-ended tail, “And sorry for the nosy question! I’m fairly new here too, and, well, I heard some of the other Mantises saying that a lot of the weaker, nerdier Snakari get wedgied and stripped all the time here, and I was just curious!”
“He’s also an extremely nosy little shit.” A new voice said to Sesh’s left. He and Iku faced the Snakari, who was a couple inches taller than Sesh, but sounding around his age too. This Snakari was violet in scale color, and sported a hood at his neck, marking him of the Primas race. The cobra-like Snakari had fangs that he seemingly did not keep shaved down, as they jutted out from his closed mouth. His eyes were a burning orange color, and he wore the Mantis shirt along with some grey dress shorts. He also spoke in a sort of snobbish manner, “Not that he cares. He’d inspect every pair of underwear you own if you let him.”
Iku blew a raspberry, before addressing Sesh, “This is Rioroh Jilsena. He’s just snobby and prudish cause he’s a spoiled, rich boy whose parents couldn’t think of anywhere else to send him.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, water boy.” Rioroh smiled and huffed. Iku rolled his eye in response, but chuckled, “Roh, this is Sesh Sanume. Our newbie.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Sesh said, offering his hand, which Roh awkwardly shook.
“Yes, well, let me give you some advice, Sesh. If you see a situation going south, run for you life.”
“Hehe, he’s saying that because he got gang-wedgied two days ago.” Iku giggled, “And now everyone is making fun of him. Isn’t that right, pink butt?”
“Why, you little-!” Roh put Iku in a headlock, and the two struggled for a second, before a loud voice stopped them.
“This is your last warning, you two! Next time, you’re both going to the lodge!” The scout screamed at them. The two quickly stopped, and then continued with the group, walking at either side of Sesh.
It was honestly quite hard to tell staff from senior. Seshruk himself could only see the difference now when the in charge who led them had a mantis decorated armband. But to be stuck in a summer camp that had the same culture as school, he honestly wished he could escape from here. All this talk of being wedgied, pantsed, or being embarrassed. It gave him a sense of dread as he looked around.
Soon they reached the assembly, which were large rings of seats that surrounded a mini campfire pit. There were flags and artistic banners of each house, and even slogans for some of them. A few teams had gathered and they all were chatting and keeping to their own members. He gasped in surprise, seeing Macans all in their own team as well. The heat still persisted, and it was showing in everyone as the seniors all went topless. The staff members stood in a circle at the top step, all waiting as everyone settled.
“Take your seats, no making noise as our leader talks. You all are new to this camp and I’ll run through with you some basic rules…”
Seshruk sat in the second row, listening. They were right next to Hornet and their chatter made it tough to catch what he said.
“1. I, like the other staff here, are scouts. We took the oath, we are certified. If you prank us, you’ll get a session from the goopball firing team-Oh come on, Doruki!!”
The dark-blue Snakari was grappled behind by Orange, who pantsed him and pulled his shirt and shorts off in a weird scuffle on the floor, leaving the scout incharge in naught but bright red bikinis. The other staff laughed in response.
Seshruk did his best to hide his laughter as well, honestly surprised to see their leader in just his briefs. He knew he might get punished for snickering and pursed his lips.
“Like what Koulak said, but a scout can prank another scout! Hahahaha!!” Orange cried
He laughed and sprinted away, giving a loud whoo as he went and yelled…
“LIKE APPLES AND STRAWBERRIES, CHERRIES TOO!”
“WE SEE KOULAK’S UNDEROOS!” Cried out the other scouts as they cheered.
Koulak laughed along, a smile on his face as he dusted himself. Then he gave a rude gesture to them all in response.
“FUCK YOU GUYS!” he exclaimed, grinning as he chuckled, unfazed by his own exposure.
The others staff clapped as he bowed, giving a flex to show his muscles before turning his back to them and gave a sway of his hips. Seshruk could only stare in surprise as how he owned the situation, honestly impressed.
“Yeah. That guy there? Doruki? He’s right. Only another scout can prank a scout. So-hey eyes up here Iku, or do you want me to pants you as well?”
Iku only blushed and shook his head, paying attention to Koulak.
“Hehe…don’t get too shy being in your underwear. We’re all guys here, no shame in showing yourself. If you’re a same lover, then congrats, you get eye candy all for yourself. Anyway…
“Next rule. You all are in your Mantis shirts now. This is what you will wear anytime you exit your cabin. Only exception is when you leave the showers. Our bathing areas are an open concept one, so if you bathe, you bathe with about nineteen other people alongside you. Not to mention the queues. We have three showers areas, so you don’t have to worry about crowding…”
Seshruk groaned, knowing how the seniors would dominate the place. To be naked before so many as he bathed, it was like the spirits of high-school embarrassment made a haven for bullies, and birthed this place from the depths of the forest. He made a mental note to avoid where Hornet bathed, for the sake of his crotch and dignity.
“Third. Campers must stay within the ten miles radius of the lodge, as the area has been cleared and protected from the dangerous animals in Imonan’s jungles. We put a safety line at the very edge, and beyond that, the forest rangers will be your only hope if you get chased by wild animals. We have no records of deaths yet. So don’t be the first…
“Number four. If the police have to be called from Rokka, then we’ll gladly let them investigate. Individuals involved will be sent to the police station and those guilty will be blacklisted. We’ll send you home, you can no longer apply to scout activities and whatever happens to you..not our problem anymore. Plus, the police record looks very ugly on your profile…
Also, remember. The scouts’ lodge is off-limits to campers, we ourselves stay there and our equipment is there. If you’re caught inside, we’ll gladly keep you in there for a day or two, completely under our mercy.”
Seshruk could only shiver, thinking what they would do. Koulak so far was totally comfy in talking in his underwear. He didn’t even flinch as another staff smacked his ass. He simply smirked and actually invited the other guy to smack it again. Already it felt more and more like high school with each rule being told to them. At the same time, it felt vastly different as well/ The heat continued to bear down, and he was sure his undies had turned a few shades of blue darker with sweat soaking into the fabric. He sighed.
“Also. Moth Cabin is our newest addition and it is consists entirely of Macans. Any acts committed against Macan campers from Snakari campers or vice versa that is deemed to be racist will have a nice long ‘session’ with us scouts. Trust us, you don’t want to get on our bad side with this…”
Seshruk could even see a Macan scout there to take charge of them. He knew that the seniors would just bully and embarrass their own kind too. He simply rolled his eyes, wondering if they got the same ‘welcome ceremony’ that he got.
Then suddenly, a horn blew, resounding through the air. The scouts all turned, giving their salute as a turquoise blue Snakari walked forth. He had a rather oversized cape, and a paper crown atop his head, spinning a cardboard makeshift staff as he took large strides to reach the other end of the assembly. He was dressed in an actual ceremonial scout uniform, consisting of a long sleeved robe with a sash adorned with badges. His trousers were ornate and pressed, making Seshruk feel like this was the closest he could get to seeing an actual official staff member, albeit the robe and crown spoilt it slightly. Turquoise Blue stood, smirking as he gazed at each of them.
“Rokka Campers, you’re all here for a fun, memorable summer! It’s going to be a wild, interesting, and absolutely whacky 5 months with us. I hope you all can bond well and make firm friends of each other!”
The scouts cheered, and the campers all clapped. Seshruk knew otherwise, and could foresee such trouble coming ahead. The leader droned on and on, introducing each scout incharge and those who were overseeing other things like food or the various parts of the camp. Still, he had to credit them for such a tight bond between the scouts themselves. Apparently each group had two scouts in charge, and with Koulak, was another Snakari called Tavirak.
“You can expect to learn more about nature, to build your confidence, some survival skills and you’ll return to your loved ones a different man!”
Needless to say, he kept going, talking about the fun amenities the camp had, and the schedule they would have to come. He sighed, listening on and on and on and on and…
“That was our leader, Syrosi.”
He jerked, woken from his sleep. Apparently he had dozed off and slept throughout the later half of the leader’s speech. It seemed like no one had realized and he played it cool, listening to Koulak continue.
You all must address him as ‘The Supreme Almighty Sexy Overlord’. If you see him, you must bow and present your butt for a spanking!”
The other scouts nodded, smirking. Seshruk found that rule utterly ridiculous, but even if he didn’t want to follow it, the scouts probably had a punishment for those who didn’t do so.
“Anyway, the scouts are the supreme authorities. Our word is law, and whatever we say…goes.”
Seshruk looked on as Doruki soon tossed back Koulak’s clothes, and he chuckled, getting dressed back once more. He was rather surprised as how fit his incharge was, with muscles that matched a bodybuilder. His shirt didn’t even darken with sweat as he put it back on, showing how acclimatized he was to the heat. Seshruk looked away, not wanting to ogle too much. He liked girls, and was now worried that being naked with his cabin mates would make him turn his preference.
“Oh yeah…lastly. Hazing sessions have been a part of the scouts’ tradition for many generations. No escaping it, and no skipping it. But we have a ground rule. So whether they be for cabins or individuals, it cannot cause permanent bodily harm to a camper. Try to get used to going without pants, is my personal quote~”
Considering how Koulak went the entire afternoon with only his underwear on. He seemed to be a living testament to his own code. The others all looked about, their incharges eventually dismissing them. The sun was setting a bit now, and considering what Koulak said, Seshruk wondered how many days out of the five months here would he even have pants on.
“Now off with you all, go get yourselves a nice shower and in about 2 hours..dinner will be served. While our leader gave you the welcoming ceremony, some of us went and gave each of you extra shirts for a 7 day week. So if any of you do not have your shirts, let me know. Today’s an easy day, so relax~”
They all dispersed, with Seshruk feeling how sweaty he was. His shirt’s back was entirely soaked, and he swore he could see a fly or two surrounding him. Perhaps it was just the forest insects, but he needed to wash up. He squeezed a part of his shirt, and he saw sweat squelch and pour out, making drops on the ground.
Now he was sweaty, and grossed out.
A bath seemed ideal, and he intended to cool off and relax as dinner approached. Looking about, easily finding the showers all situated round the place. There were even long drying strings where others had already hung their washed clothes. He looked at the bright colored lodge of the scouts, and sighed. He took a slow stroll down a path, heading back to the cabin.
“Ahh…now we have all the new campers assembled,” came a foreign voice as he entered.
Seshruk looked, seeing a several large Snakari standing in the midst of the cabin. The voice belonged to a maroon one, and he had a sly smile across his face. The others looked to him with wide eyes, and his could pick up on what was about to happen. He caught sight of their emblem, and it doubled up on the dread he felt.
Hornet.
“Nice, you’re all here now. This means we can properly welcome you to Rokka…now all of you, strip down to your briefs, and assemble in a line.”
There was a brief moment of silence as Sesh and seven other Mantis Snakari stood, facing the Hornet campers. The green shirts were in utter shock at the appearance of the yellow shirts. Sesh even made out the rattle-tailed and lime green Hornet campers from earlier standing amongst their fellow Hornets, and he could swear he saw the former eyeing him viciously. However, the maroon Snakari’s smirk lessened slightly as he growled out, “Did I stutter at all? Your clothes, GET THEM OFF. NOW. Or, we will force you out of them.”
As the rush of realization hit the group, the Mantises quickly began to pull off their clothes, much to the delight of the Hornets. As Sesh stripped down to the blue briefs that contrasted on his black and orange body, he looked to his cabin mates that stood with him. All sixteen were now in their briefs, and both Ivu and Roh were sheepish about it too. Ivu sported a small blush, and nervously fumbled with his shorts, showing off some of the red briefs adorned with small white lightning bolts all over them. Roh, on the other hand, had an expression of pure disdain, and had already stripped to a pair of fairly standard tighty-whities.
Once the Mantises were all in their underwear and in a line, with Sesh at the very back, the Hornets beckoned the first camper over. As they did, the maroon one spoke again, “I’d comply if I were you, Mantises. The less you resist, the easier this will be, and the sooner we can leave.”
As he spoke, the rattle-tailed Hornet, and another massive one, approached the first Mantis: a shorter, red-scaled Snakari sporting purple briefs. The rattle-tailed one stood behind their first victim, placing his hands on his bare shoulders. The other Hornet, who wore jean shorts under his Hornet t-shirt, got in front of the Mantis and began to unbutton the shorts. As Sesh witnessed, the Hornet dropped his shorts, revealing a white-colored jockstrap. Then, with a heave, the rattle-tail forced the Mantis down…and into the crotch of the now pantsless Hornet.
Sesh couldn’t help but feel revolted, intrigued and turned on at the same time. They squashed the Snakari’s face against the jock, forcing him to do things such as kiss it and lick it, or simply rub against the bulge. There were cheers from the other Hornets as the jock Snakari began to lightly thrust, taunting the Mantis. The rattle-tail laughed too, reaching down with his free hand and slapping the rear of the Mantis. The unfortunate camper could only grunt in response, disgusted by the entire ordeal
The spectacle went on for about two minutes, before the rattle-tail gripped the waistband of the briefs of the Mantis, lifting up and bringing the Snakari into a wedgie. He squealed as his underpants invaded his rear, whereas the Hornets all roared in laughter. As he was carried outside of their bunk, several of the Hornets reached over and gave his now bare buns some smacks, jiggling the teen’s bouncy cheeks.
With one final heave, the Snakari was hung from the bunk’s end beam support, dangling several feet above the ground. He let out grunts of pain, swaying with each squirm and struggle.
“Next one’s up!” Announced the Hornet Snakari, pointing to the jock’s crotch.
Seshruk watched as one by one, each of his bunk mates were forced to their knees. None of them were eager to obey, and those who resisted strongly were held to sniff and nuzzle that bulge even longer. The jock smirked and bellowed out dominantly, sometimes holding the Mantis’ head there to keep him nuzzling that bulge. Sesh was convinced that jock was getting off to that, and winced as soon, each of them were suspended, decorating both sides of the bunk exterior. He now stood alone in his blue undies, staring up to the towering Snakaris who looked to him like he was some sort of food up for grabs. A blush was on his face, as he knew how they were staring him down.
“Last one on the list, bluebutt~” said the maroon Snakari, a sly grin on his face.
The jock beckoned over, and Sesh gulped, obeying without question. Roh had it worse, since he was already wedgied as he was forced to nuzzle the jock’s package. The seniors had hung them all on one side first before doing the other side. Since he was the last one on the left, they had entertained themselves by swinging him about to try to mimic Newton’s cradle.
Iku on the other hand, was jeered at because of his lightning bolt briefs. They presumed he was a speedy runner and made him do running moves as he was hung. Sesh knelt, and voluntarily pressed his face into the jock’s bulge.
It had the unmistakeable smell of sweat, and the stench filled his nose, totally disgusting him. The sweat was fresh too, and he could feel it get all over his face. Meanwhile, Maroon smacked him on his ass a few times, even dropping his shorts as well to teabag him. Sesh groaned, feeling the second package rest and rub on the back of his head and neck, revolted by the acts. He was even forced to kiss the package a few times, absolutely lucky he could not taste it at all. Meanwhile throughout it all, he braced for it, ready for them to grab his blue bikinis and yank them up to wedgie him.
“You like that, Bluebutt? You should be honored to be able to service a senior’s crotch like this.”
Sesh made no noise, continued to press his face in of his own accord. He already hated his new nickname, and he was sure that if he wore any other color, he’d just be called whatever color butt instead.
“See here, blue-y. Mantis is the only hut in all of Rokka, that has no seniors. You all are a mix of people who were signed up here for summer, or junior scouts…”
The jock smirked and kept going, doing macho poses as he humped into Sesh’s face. Sesh grunted, enduring as he put up with the treatment. A smack to his undieclad ass and he grunted out loud.
“That’s why we gotta get you accustomed…to get used to the life here in camp…”
Maroon smacked and groped about at Sesh’s butt though his blue undies, feeling it up as he groaned. He felt so filthy, forced to smell this jerk’s sweaty bulge as well as feeling his ass get rubbed. This was definitely much longer than the other cabin mates had gone through, yet he braced himself, expecting the worse from them.
“So Bluebutt, we’re doing you all a favor, so here’s to your time in Rokka~”
And wedgie him they did, hoisting him high by his blue briefs, and putting him on the last end support. Mantis was now all hanging by their underwear, and any senior who passed by was invited by Maroon and Jock to spank them on the ass. Some were adventurous and tried running their hand along a row, smacking eight butts in a row, much to their amusement. He could even heard Maroon laughing loudly as at least five people took to him, hitting his rear hard.
“I didn’t know Hornet was selling wedgied campers!” joked a senior.
“Oh we are, this one here’s worth fifty, and that one there’s a special edition whitie one, that’s at least two hundred~”
“Hmmm….I’m spoilt for choice, this one looks so good…” mused that senior as he pulled harder on Roh, making the wedgie more painful.
“No worries, we can even offer a discount, two for the price of one!” Maroon joked back, smacking on Sesh’s ass.
“Hahahahaha! They could decorate the forest trees!”
“Indeed, what better way to color your scenery than with the wedgied underpants of new campers~ This bluebutt here’s especially good, see how his underwear compliments his asscheeks?” Maroon said, feeling up Sesh’s bum once more, tugging on the wedgied blue bikinis that were riding up his ass.
“Why yeah….he does look good…Hahahahaha!!!”
This went on and on, and Sesh only blushed redder and redder as Jock went about to occasionally tug down on some of them, causing their underwear to go in deeper. Maroon continued to play as a salesman, treating each Mantis member like goods. Eventually they had their fun and the Snakari gathered.
“You newbies are officially introduced to camp! Welcome to Rokka! Hahahahaha!”
The seniors of Hornet soon left, some high-fiving each other as they went on their way back. Sesh grimaced, feeling it dig harder and harder into his rear with each movement. Soon as they were out of sight, he gritted his teeth, grabbing onto the taut waistband of his blue undies. Pulling himself up, he reached the end beam, getting himself free before he sighed in relief, the agony in his ass gone.
“Hold on guys!” he said as he dropped, landing on his feet and looking at the others.
He grabbed a bin, climbing onto it so he could reach and free them all. Gradually, they all came down, thankful for his agility and resourcefulness to alleviate and ease them of the burden in their rears. Roh was exceptionally grateful, moaning out loud as he dug his wedged underwear out from his backside. He looked about, thankful that it was over.
“Thanks Sesh, you saved us all…” Iku remarked.
“I’m just glad they left already, I’m sure they’d have restrained me if I tried to escape when they were around…” Sesh remarked.
“He’s right you know? Mantis has no senior, meaning we’re a bigger target than Spider…” Roh added, blushing as he covered himself.
“Well whatever, I don’t wanna be out here in my underwear anymore, let’s go back in…” Sesh concluded, wary of anyone who could be hiding.
They all nodded in agreement, heading back to their bunk. Seshruk counted himself lucky, having been the last to get hung up. The pain was less apparent in him, unlike that first one who was walking a bit weird. He needed to take a bath, a nice long one at that. The shower area furthest from Hornet seemed like a nice idea, and he planned to take his time with getting rid of the grime and sweat.
“Guys…they raided our bunks…” Roh remarked, seeing the chaos that was their cabin.
“Wait what?!” Iku cried out as the cabin mates all went in.
Each luggage bag was opened, items all thrown out. Their pile of clothes in the middle was gone. In its place was a note, and all of them scrambled to get a read of it, trying to make sense of what happened. Sesh took it, taking only a glance at it and moaned.
“Guess what, Panties, your clothes are all with us! If you want them back, at dinner time, head to the eating hall in just your underwear. We’ll judge if you’re worthy of being dressed!”
It dawned on them that as they hung outside, the other Hornet seniors came in and robbed their other clothings away. Seshruk could only gasp, horrified by the extent of the hazing. But they could not do anything, not when this was how Rokka was. He looked out, seeing the sun slowly setting. The hazing had taken so long, and in about fifteen minutes, they had to bare their naked bodies to the entire camp, all for the amusement of the seniors. Sesh sighed, sitting on a chair, slowly coming to terms with him having to show his blue bikinis to the world.
(A collab fic between me and
\n\t\t\t\t\tthedorkydragon, featuring his snake-like race of aliens known as the Snakari.)