If you are underage according to the laws of the country in which you are located, do not read.

This story was inspired by a real life case several years ago, involving a boy who went to court to win the right to play in his High School's previously all-girl field hockey team. I still have the picture of this very happy-looking boy, surrounded by a fourteen nubile seventeen-year-old girls in their hockey kit. And yes, I was a wee bit envious :-)

Mike Smith was famous throughout the state. As a junior in high school, he had gained considerable publicity as the only boy in the entire state to play in his school's field hockey team. The small school in the upstate rural town where he lived had been glad of his participation. Mike's older sister Jennifer had been a star player, but had left school the previous summer, along with several other key players. These things often run in cycles, and without Mike, the school would have been unable to field a team at all this year due to lack of experienced girl players.

The publicity alluded to had been generated by a court case that had arisen when administrators at some of the neighboring schools had objected to "their" girls playing against a boy. This was rather ironic since Mike was actually quite small and light for his age, and not at all the agressive physical type. His skill at hockey came from a combination of speed and reflexes honed by hours of practice. However, in a wrestling match, for example, many of the girls on either his own team or those he played against could have knocked him flat. It should be emphasized that none of the girls on the opposing teams had any objection to Mike. Everyone knew that the situation was entirely the fault of the old-fashioned and overprotective attitude of the few meddlesome administrators.

In February of Mike's sophomore year, common sense had finally won the day, and the court had ruled in favor of allowing Mike to play in inter-school matches. At the time of the victory, the team's picture had appeared in the local paper : one happy-looking boy surrounded by a fourteen mostly very attractive seventeen-year-old girls looking very nubile in their hockey kit. What the papers did not explain, however, was how Mike had come to play in the hockey team to begin with, and why his team-mates were so supportive of him.

Mike's sister Jennifer, two years older than he, had been crazy about field hockey for almost as long as Mike could remember. Way back in their grade school days, they had often played together in their front yard. Despite the age difference, Mike had become a capable opponent. Even after Jennifer made the school team, the two siblings often played together, especially during the long summer months when school was out. Mike was always quick to pick things up, and seemed to improve his skills almost as fast as his sister. Mike had also got to know most of the other girls on the team as Jennifer often invited them over to their house. Although many of them were a year or two older than him at that time, he had even gone out on dates with several of them. So, towards the end of Jennifer's senior year, when it became obvious that the team would be left short the following year, the suggestion that Mike should try out for the team in the fall was seemed completely natural. Before leaving, Jennifer had discussed the idea with the team coach Mrs. Paget, and with the head of sports, Mr. Lamont, and they had both readily agreed to the idea.

The following fall, when Mike actually did try out, there was really no competition. With four hockey-playing seniors having left the previous year, and only three novice girls that were seriously interested this year, he would have probably have been a shoe-in even without his background. In fact, only one thing worried him after he had been selected, and that was the prospect of the "initiation ceremony".

Mike had a vague memory of the day, after Jennifer had first made the team as a freshman, that she came home from her first practice session. He would have been about twelve at the time. Mike had been home by himself for perhaps a couple of hours or more already when Jennifer came in at about five-thirty, which was still well before the time their parents usually arrived home from work. Mike remembered that Jennifer seemed a little subdued, but had a certain air of pride about her. She went straight to her room, but emerged a short while later and knocked on Mike's door.

"Can you keep a secret ?" she'd asked.

"Yes of course, sis," he replied.

"Because I want to show you something - but you must promise not to tell mom or dad, O.K. ?"

"O.K."

At this, Jennifer had turned around and gingerly lifted up her skirt. Mike gasped in astonishment as he saw that the whole of her buttocks and much of the backs of her legs were covered in angry-looking blue and purple bruises. Jennifer gasped in turn as her brother gingerly ran his fingers over the sore, bruised areas. He asked what had happened, and she replied :

"I'm a full member of the team now," and went on to explain how, at the initiation in which any new players were expected to take part, each of the existing team members was allowed to give the new girl three severe whacks with either the flat blade or the handle of their hockey-stick. Later Mike learned that this treatment was repeated in a milder form whenever the team decided that someone had made a stupid mistake during a game. So, on the day of the first practice session at the start of the new season, Mike knew at least a little of what to expect. Despite the slight nervousness that this caused, the practice session itself went quite well. The three new girls on the team all seemed quite capable, and Mike himself felt as though he fitted right in. Several of the more experienced girls complemented him on his playing.

At the end of the practice, Mike headed for the boys' changing rooms. On the way there, the team captain Mandy Williams caught up with him. Mandy was a very well-endowed and good-looking redhead, who Mike knew quite well. They had gone to the movies a few times together the previous year and indulged in some heavy petting in the back of Mandy's car. That they had never taken things further was much more due to lack of time and opportunity than to lack of mutual inclination.

"Well done, Mike. You played very well," said Mandy.

"Why, thanks Mandy !"

"But, you know you have to get initiated, don't you ?" she continued with a sly smile.

"Er ... yes, I guess I was expecting that," replied Mike, beginning to blush a little.

"Stay in the boys changing room until we come and get you. We'll have to make sure the Mrs. Paget has left, first. Don't get changed." Sensing Mike's embarassement, she added, "Don't worry - it's all in good fun," and jogged off towards the girls' changing rooms after giving Mike a quick pat on the ass.

Mike did not have to wait too long. He'd been sitting on a bench in the boys' changing room for only about five minutes when there was a knock at the door, and Mandy and three other girls entered without waiting for a reply.

"Time for your initiation, Mike. Get your ass over to our changing rooms," said Mandy. Mike looked a little hesitant, but a couple of the girls quickly flanked him and grabbed a hand each. It was clear that if he did not come voluntarily, they would carry him. He smiled, shrugged, and came along without any attempt at resistance.

Mike's adolescent mind almost had a hormone overdose as he entered the girls' changing rooms. Gorgeous girls everywhere in hockey kit and in various stages of undress. Some were taking showers in the large open shower area that ran the whole width of the room. The most interesting sight, however, was at the end of the row of showers. The three new girls on the team were standing, completely nude, facing the wall, and each of them had their hands spread out above their head, apparently tied between a pair of shower heads !

"Strip him !", someone shouted, and before Mike could protest, he found that a girl had grabbed each of his hands, and another pair of girls were rapidly removing his hockey shorts. Amidst a great deal of giggling and confusion, he found himself being dragged into a position alongside the three tied girls, and firmly tied in the next space between the shower heads. Somewhere in the process, his shirt had been removed also. Of course, by this time, he had achieved a massive erection. To Mike's considerable surprise, Mandy sidled up to him and gently stroked him down there. "Oooh, I like that," she whispered into his ear. "Keep it that way, because I think we'll be able to make good use of it in a little while."

"Quiet everyone," Mandy shouted, turning back to the rest of the team, who seemed to be in a decidedly excitable mood. "O.K., now you know the drill. Each of you gets to give three whacks to each of those four new asses over there. As captain, I'll go first. Just form a line behind me."

Mike heard Mandy picking up her hockey stick, and turning his head to see her taking up a position just behind him and to the side, he realized that he was first in line.

SPLAT ! The blow was quite hard, to his left buttock, and had a lot of weight behind it. Mandy was using the flat part of her stick. Mike gasped, but did not yell out.

SPLAT ! SPLAT ! The next blow was to the right buttock, and the third one back on the left. Mandy then moved on to the girl tied beside Mike. SPLAT ! SPLAT ! SPLAT ! she went, in the same style and no less hard. The girl drew in her breath audibly, but seemed otherwise unperturbed. Mandy had moved on now to the second of the three girls, and simultaneously the next girl in line came up to hit Mike. Mike recognized her as Sharon Davies, who he did not know too well.

"Hi Mike," she said with a friendly smile. He turned his head to smile back, trying not to stare too much at her shapely form. Unlike Mandy, who still wore her hockey gear, Sharon had taken her shower already, and was wearing the most delectably tasteful white lace underwear. She stroked Mike briefly on the buttock and let out a distinct sigh, then took up position to deliver three hard strokes, SPLAT ! SPLAT ! SPLAT ! Mike hardly noticed them, remembering only the sensuous feel of her fingers.

Things continued until all eleven existing team members had dealt with each of the four initiates in this manner. Although none of the existing team members seemed to hold back at all as far as the strength of the blows they delevered was concerned, Mike and the three new girls all took their beatings very well, not crying out or showing any real signs of pain until close to the end of their total of thirty-three hard whacks. Some of the girls used their stick handle rather than the blade, and this was a little easier to take. Even Mike had to admit, however, that the last few blows were beginning to be seriously painful. The last three blows were delivered by Zoe Stevens, a large and muscular girl, and she had clearly stayed last for a reason, as she intended to make the blows hurt. Mike gasped and said "Oww" through gritted teeth. Zoe was equally hard on the new girls, getting a loud yell from one of them, a genuine scream from the second, and two or three muffled shrieks from the third.

"Congratulations girls - and Mike. You are all fully-fledged team members now," Mandy announced once Mike and the three new girls appeared to be have recovered a little. Turning his head to see where she was speaking from, Mike saw that Mandy was completely naked now. She walked towards Mike as she continued to address all four of the new team members. "Your initiation is over. Let's all finish showering. Mike, you're welcome to stay and shower with us - we girls discussed this before, and I guess we all thought it would be kind of fun."

Mike's erection had not abated during the initiation, and now it increased a little more, if possible, as two of his new team-mates came over to help untie him. Both girls were nude, and covered in body soap. They rubbed themselves seductively against him as they stretched to untie his arms.

"Hey, wait a minute," interrupted Mandy while Mike was being untied. "Turn him around and tie his arms up again. I'm going to do something I've wanted to do for a while now." Slithering up againt Mike after he was re-tied with his back to the wall, Mandy fondled his balls, while whispering into his ear : "You don't mind do you, Mike ? I want to give you a blow-job."

Mike shook his head, hardly daring to speak. Mandy knelt in front of him and continued to tickle his balls while she took his cock into her mouth. She commenced what seemed to be a well-practiced sucking motion, and Mike groaned with pleasure. It was not long before he felt that he was about to come. Meanwhile, the remainder of the changing room had become very quiet. Mandy and Mike had an appreciative and attentive audience.

"Hey Mandy," interrupted Sharon Davies at this point, "Don't take all the fun for yourself. Give someone else a turn."

Mandy stopped somewhat abruptly, causing Mike to emit a groan of frustration. With a reluctant sigh, Mandy yielded her place to Sharon, who also whispered into Mike's ear, checking that he did not object to the substitution. Sharon started sucking, a little less agressively than Mandy had been. The had the effect of prolonging the pleasure for Mike, who was nevertheless soon writhing his hips and groaning with renewed pleasure. Just then Sharon was herself interrupted, by Lorraine Hauptman, one of the new recruits.

"This looks like fun - can I have a turn as well, please ?" she asked.

"Sure," responded Sharon. "It's all in the team spirit, after all. Is that O.K., Mike ?"

Mike nodded his head. Lorraine knelt in Sharon's place, and began by tickling Mike's cock with her tongue in a teasing sort of way. Meanwhile, Sharon stood up and gave Mike a long wet kiss, gently tweaking one of his nipples at the same time. Lorraine started a very slow sucking motion, applying firm pressure with her lips and continuing to tickle the tip of Mike's cock with her tongue at the end of each thrust. Almost immediately, Mike was writhing his hips more intensely than ever, his wrists straining against the ropes that held them as he thrust forward. With a loud gasp, he exploded, shooting his load into Lorraine's mouth. Lorraine continued to suck firmly until he was completely spent.

"Wow, that was incredible !" gasped Mike as soon as he had recovered some breath.

"I certainly enjoyed it also," replied Mandy, stretching up to help untie Mike's wrists. "Why don't we all help Mike take a shower now," she suggested to the remainder of the team.

Those girls, such as Sharon, who still had some clothes or underwear on quickly stripped off again, and Mike quickly found himself being carressed and fondled by numerous pairs of hands, all eager to help apply soap and work it into a slippery and sensuous lather. The girls took turns to press themselves up against him, rubbing their nipples agains his chest while kissing him. Many of the girls were visibly aroused, and within a few minutes, Mike felt his erection beginning to return. He put his arms around the nearest two girls, led them to the nearest bench, and sank slowly onto it together with the two beatuful, slippery bodies. As the three of them lay together, he felt a new tongue licking his cock, and then a warm, wet mouth engulfing it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another two of his new team-mates in a sexy lesbic embrace. In short, the whole changing-room was rapidly becoming the scene of a free-for-all orgy.

Suddenly there changing-room door slammed open, and there was a long, shrill whistle blast, followed by a sudden silence. A few of the naked girls moved to cover their most intimate areas, as the large and imposing figure of Mr. John Lamont, head of the high school's sports department, stepped into the room.

"What in tarnation is going on in here ?" he thundered - a rather redundant question, as it was quite obvious what had been going on. "I know about your initiation games, but this - this - orgy is quite beyond the pale. This behaviour is disgraceful. You are all in deep trouble. You will all get dried off, change immediately into your P.E. kit, and report to the gymnasium. Yes, you too, Mike. I will be waiting there, and I will expect you all to be there in your P.E. kit in five minutes flat."

to be continued ..... ?