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Let me introduce myself, I'm Nick Simpson, now aged 14. This is the
story of what happened when I joined the local Scout troop last year.
As a kid I had greatly enjoyed being a Cub Scout, but due to our
family having to move around a lot I had been unable to join the
Scouts as soon as I became old enough. We only settled down in this
country in the autumn of last year, so I decided to join up after the
winter snows were over. In fact it was shortly before the Easter
holidays when I applied. The Group Scoutmaster visited my parents for
a chat and the application form was filled in. For a reason which I
didn't understand at the time, but now do, I was sent out to play in
the garden whilst they finished their chat. Apparently my parents
were told exactly what was to happen to me when I joined, but I was
kept in the dark. The following weekend I was taken to buy the
clothing and equipment that I would need.

At last the day came to attend the first meeting. My instructions
were to turn up in normal clothing, bringing my Scout clothes, whistle
and sheath knife with me. I had to be at the hut at a quarter to six,
which was fifteen minutes before the appointed time for the normal
meeting. I was met by two Patrol Leaders who took me inside and told
me to lay all my equipment out on a table at one end of the room.
There were two other new boys, both younger than myself, doing the
same thing. Everything had to be in exactly the right place on the
table. My dark green shirt was at the top left, with the mushroom
coloured shorts immediately below it, and grey socks below them. To
the right of the shirt was the green beret, below which was a blue and
yellow scarf formed into a horseshoe, with the woggle laid centrally
between the ends. Below the scarf were black trainers with velcro
fastenings. To the right again came the brown belt, whistle, sheath
knife and the garters with green tabs on them.

When I had laid everything out to the satisfaction of the Patrol
Leaders I was taken back outside the hut and told to wait until
called. The meeting started with us outside, unable to see or hear
what was going on. It was about ten more minutes before the door
opened and we were called into the room, only to be stopped one pace
inside the door. The Scoutmaster was standing in front of the tables
which had our things on. The troop was lined up Patrol by Patrol
along both sides of the room, all standing to attention. A small card
was given to each of us with what we had to say printed on it.

The Scoutmaster said, "What do you seek that brings you here tonight?"
We had to reply, "Membership of the 1st Grimsdown Scout Troop." He
then said, "Who will sponsor these applicants?" One of the Patrol
Leaders replied, "I sponsor Harry Witherspoon for membership of this
Troop." Another sponsored me, whilst a third sponsored the remaining
candidate, Peter Matthews. The sponsors were told to stand behind us
and then we all moved two paces forward. The Scoutmaster continued,
"Peter Matthews, Nick Simpson and Harry Witherspoon, you have applied
to join the 1st Grimsdown Scout Troop and have been sponsored as
members. Do you promise to keep the Scout Laws, to honour God and the
Queen, and to obey all orders from your leaders?" "I do." we all
replied in unison. Next came something none of us had expected.

"In joining this troop you will be expected to maintain the highest
possible standards of health", the Scoutmaster continued, "you will be
subject to regular inspections at meetings and any drop in standards
will be punished. Your first inspection will be tonight, if you pass
you will be invested with your uniform. All three of you are now to
strip completely." Crikey! To be stripped completely bare in front of
the Scoutmaster and all these boys was an exceedingly embarrassing
thought. I suppose we were all a bit stunned and moved rather slowly
in undressing so that the boys who were sponsoring us had to tell us
to hurry up. We had to be completely naked; we were not even allowed
to keep our watches on. Our sponsors took our clothes off to another
room to one side of the main hall and then returned to stand behind us
again, but now they were wearing only their shorts, they had stripped
off the rest in the other room. We were then moved another two paces
into the room, but still stood behind the furthest boy in the lines at
the side.

"Corncrake Patrol, please bring your applicant forward", said the
Scoutmaster. My sponsor was obviously the leader of that Patrol for
he propelled me towards the other end of the room with his hand on my
right shoulder. I could feel all the other boys looking at me in my
nakedness. I wanted to cover my privates with my hand, but had been
told to keep my hands firmly by my side. As we approached him, the
Scoutmaster moved to one side and I could see that there was a large
box behind where he had been standing. I was told to stand on it and
face the front. My sponsor stood to my right whilst the Scoutmaster
approached from my left. He now had a stethoscope and proceeded to
briefly listen to my chest. "Have you been vaccinated?" he asked me.
"Yes sir," I replied. "Whereabouts?" "On my right leg", I said. He
looked at the dimpled white scar on my thigh and said, "That looks OK.
But I see you haven't been Circumcised. Why is that?"

"I don't think my parents thought it necessary", I replied, blushing
terribly knowing that everyone's attention was drawn to my bare
genitals, "Neither of my brothers were done either." He then said
softly, "Oh. We can see about that." but I didn't realise the
significance at that point. Next he pulled my foreskin right back
hard. It fitted tightly over my knob and I very rarely pulled it far
back. It didn't half hurt as the small opening was stretched to come
over the knob and then again as he pulled tightly on the little cord
thing underneath. I heard the sponsor whisper to himself "Ugh!" My
balls were then pulled down in their sack and squeezed a bit so that
they ached, then I was told to turn around and bend over to touch my
toes. "Legs wide apart." I was told. When I had bent over I felt
something cold and moist on my bum and then the Scoutmaster's finger
was pushed into me, stretching my little ring and bringing a surprised
yelp from me. His finger wriggled around inside me. I hated it, but
to my surprise it made me get a real hard stiffie. The finger came
out and I was told to stand up and turn back to face everyone. Oh,
embarrassment! I couldn't hide that stiffie with the skin straining to
try to uncover the gleaming red knob. The Patrol Leader then leaned
across and jerked the foreskin hard back, making me cry out with the
pain. This also made the erection go down. My foreskin was put back
in place and I was told to get off the block.

The Scoutmaster picked up my new shirt from the table and placed it
over my head. The Patrol leader did up the buttons and I noticed as
he did so that troop and county badges had been pinned onto the shirt.
The Scoutmaster picked up the scarf and woggle, placed the scarf
around my neck and gave the woggle to the Patrol Leader to put on me.
The socks were picked up next and handed to me to put on, followed by
the garters which the Patrol Leader carefully positioned. The whistle
on its lanyard was placed around my neck and tucked into my breast
pocket. The beret was put on my head and adjusted by the Patrol
Leader. Only now were my shorts picked up. The Patrol Leader held
them for me to step into and then did up the buttons. The belt was
threaded through the loops in the top of the trousers and the sheath
knife was added on the left hand side. Finally I was given my
trainers to put on and the Patrol Leader did them up. I was now fully
dressed as a Boy Scout.

He then said, "In stripping naked you put away your old selfish self;
by allowing yourself to be intimately inspected you have submitted to
the authority of leaders; you have now been invested with new clothing
as a sign of a new and better way of life. Welcome to the Troop." I
was then required to salute the flags and the Scoutmaster whilst all
the boys cheered. My sponsor then led me to join the rest of
Corncrake Patrol. A similar inspection and investiture occurred in
turn for each of the other candidates. When we had all been invested
the Patrol Leaders dressed fully again and the whole Troop repeated
the Scout Promise. The rest of the meeting was much like those I'd
attended in the Cubs - a bit of football, practising knots, and
learning to identify birds.

The time flew and it was soon time for the Troop to assemble for
notices and dismissal. Again we were lined up in Patrols either side
of the room. The only notices were regarding a special camp for
potential Patrol Leaders at Whitsun and a two-weekinduction camp
during the Easter holidays (in two weeks time) which we new boys were
obliged to attend. We were given papers detailing what to take to
camp and then dismissed. Everyone went into the small room to collect
their normal clothing and brought it back into the main hall where
they stripped off the Scout things and re-dressed in day-to-day items.
I was told that we must always completely change clothes actually at
the Scout hut each meeting.

The following week I went along for my second meeting. It still
seemed strange stripping off all my normal clothes, including my
underpants, and then dressing in the Scout things. I was certainly
not used to wearing trousers without pants under them and it felt so
funny, but I was to get used to it in time. There were no special
ceremonies that week and we spent the whole time in normal Scout
activities. The notices at the end were again reminders of the camps
and the fact that there would be no normal meeting for two weeks
whilst the induction camp was going on. I handed over my #5 camp fee
and was told to be at the hut at 9am the following Saturday. I was
very excited and wondered what was special about an induction camp.
I'd been camping twice with the Cubs and had enjoyed it, so I was sure
that a fortnight out in the countryside would be great fun.

The Scoutmaster had hired a mini-bus to take us to the camp since
there were only five of the six Patrol Leaders and us three new boys,
so it wasn't worth a full sized coach. "Besides which", he had said,
"it will give us a means of running around whilst we are there." We
changed into Scout things in the hut, just as for a normal meeting,
and packed our regular clothes back into our bags. Once we were out
of town and on the open road we were told to take our shirts off and
put them all on one of the spare seats. Although it was not a
particularly warm day, it was quite pleasurable letting the fresh air
get to our bodies. The camp was about two hours drive away and we
were soon entering the gates, where there were warnings for
trespassers to keep out. There was a long, winding, tree-lined drive
up to an imposing old house which was the centre-piece of the camp.

We went indoors to the registration desk where the Warden asked us for
our parental consent and health forms. Having checked that they had
been properly completed he returned the health forms and told all of
us, including the Patrol Leaders, to go up to the first floor and into
room 20. This turned out to be the waiting room for the camp sick bay
into which we were called one at a time. We handed over the medical
forms and were examined by the camp doctor in the presence of our own
Scoutmaster and two others.

This examination was one of the most thorough I've ever had - on a par
with the one when I started at the Grammar School. I think just about
every aspect of my body was checked - a blood sample was taken from my
arm; my heart and lungs were tested; vaccinations, eyes, ears, throat,
penis, testicles and anus were all examined in great detail. The
doctor then proceeded to give me an injection in each of my bum
cheeks, which he said was for tetanus. He rubbed the area with the
swab after each injection but having given both of them he slapped
each buttock hard six times, "to absorb the serum better", he said,
but I think it was just to make the bum sore. I was then told to run
on the spot until out of breath. The four men watched my bobbing
genitals intently whilst I did this. I then had to lie on the couch
where the doctor wanked me off and collected the semen in a small
tube. I still had a stiffie when I was told to put my trousers back on
and return to the reception desk.

Once we were all re-assembled at Reception we were each given a plan
of the site and we were told who was to be in each tent. This was a
permanent camp site and we hadn't needed to bring tents with us, but
each group had to erect their own tents (and take them down again at
the end of the period). The sting in our bums was soon forgotten as
the next hour was spent busily fighting with tent poles and yards of
canvas. When we had finished this we went into the main building to
wash and then fetched our shirts from the minibus ready for lunch
which was to be served in the main building, so we didn't have to
worry about making a fire and preparing everything.

The dining room was full of boys from troops all over the county. Most
of the new kids were 10 or 11 years old, with just a handful who, like
myself, were older. There was then a big jump in age to the 15 year
old Patrol Leaders, who outnumbered us about 4 to one. We had been
deliberately mixed up at that meal so that we got to meet boys from
other troops. The Patrol Leaders all seemed to be talking in very
guarded language about something which we kids weren't allowed to know
about, but it obviously affected us.

The first four days of camp were more or less as I remembered from my
time in the cubs. The only slightly different thing was that we were
all required to take a cold shower each morning and a warm one at
night. The showers were in the main building, but we had to strip in
our tents and take only our soap with us. We didn't get dried until
back at our tents. The Scoutmasters watched us and checked as we came
back that we were wet all over, especially in our more private places.
It was all so strange, but a bit exciting. We also swam naked in the
big lake in the grounds.

On the third evening the camp's doctor, who had examined us all when
we arrived, gathered all the new boys in the sports hall and gave us a
lecture on penile hygiene. We were then asked who was Circumcised and
who was not. Most of us knew, but about ten boys didn't and were
called out to the front where they had to strip and be told. This
caused a lot of sniggering from the rest of us who were better
informed.

On the fifth morning there was a buzz going around the Patrol Leaders
as we showered. They were still secretive at breakfast time, but
round about 10am we started to find out what the camp was really all
about. We had just finished tidying the tents, a task we had been
told must be done without shirts, when the Patrol Leaders surrounded
us and dragged us off to a wooded area to the west of the camping
ground.

A rope was tied to each of my wrists, the ropes were then thrown over
two of the lower branches and then tied again to the other wrist. Thus
prevented from moving, my shoes and socks were removed, followed by my
shorts to leave me totally naked. My legs were pulled wide apart and
another rope was passed round the back of the tree trunk and then tied
to my ankles. I was thus totally helpless and very vulnerable. All
the other new boys were similarly fastened naked to other trees.

The older boys left us and we remained trussed up like that for about
an hour before the Scoutmasters came over to tell us what was going
on. It was all most uncomfortable and very degrading. Eventually the
party of Scoutmasters came over to us and explained that in our county
it was expected that all scouts would set the highest standards of
hygiene amongst their fellow boys. To aid us in doing this we were to
be Circumcised that afternoon. A lot of boys, including myself,
objected to losing our foreskins but the response was simply to mark
objectors' chests with a black cross from a felt tipped pen. This
marking was used later to identify those boys who were to be cut more
tightly and more painfully.

The Patrol Leaders came over with bowls of warm water, shaving foam
and cut-throat razors. They proceeded to shave all the hair off our
genitals. I was dead scared that the razor might slip and I would
lose everything! We were then left tied up whilst everyone else had
lunch. After they had eaten they returned to perform the actual
actual Circumcisions, starting with the youngest boys. Each
Scoutmaster had the boy's own Patrol Leader with him and also 3 or 4
Patrol Leaders from other troops. All were wearing only a pair of
shorts. The procedure was the same for all the uncircumcised boys, so
I'll just describe what happened to me.

My own Patrol Leader pulled my foreskin backwards until the frenum was
very tight and then pulled it forwards as far as he possibly could. At
this point the Scoutmaster drew a line across the shaft, just over
half way down it, with a felt tipped pen. The foreskin was then
released momentarily, only to be grabbed and pulled forward again by
the Scoutmaster. The outline of my glans could be clearly seen
through the tightly stretched skin. "Cut it along the top, from the
tip of the glans to the end." the Scoutmaster said. The Patrol Leader
took out his sheath knife, dug the point in near the tip of my glans
and proceeded to cut slowly down my skin. Blood oozed out and it hurt
like buggery as the fairly blunt knife gradually tore the foreskin
apart. It took him about ten strokes to cut right down from the glans
to the very tip and right through the outer and inner layers of the
skin. Tears were streaming down my cheeks by the time he had finished
this task.

Having performed the first cut, the Patrol Leader put away his knife
and took over from the Scoutmaster in holding the foreskin tight, but
this time the cut edges were pulled apart with predictably painful
results. The Scoutmaster took out his own sheath knife and placed the
tip of it under the skin just above where the previous cut ended. The
sharp edge was upwards and the skin was then pulled down across it,
severing the thin membrane higher and higher up my shaft until
eventually the cut reached the mark made across the shaft. Here the
knife was removed and then used to cut down and round the shaft so
that the two flaps were turned into one piece held only at the frenum.

The Patrol Leader placed a small stick into my meatus at this point.
That again hurt like hell. With the stick inside it, the penis was
held out straight whilst the Patrol Leader made the final cut with his
blunt knife to sever my frenum and the attached foreskin. Ashes from
the previous night's campfire were put onto the wound, which was then
bandaged tightly.

The boys who were already Circumcised didn't actually fair much
better. Their old wounds were opened along the previous scar line
with the Scoutmaster's sheath knife. If there was any loose skin then
this was cut off; the frenum was removed from any boy who still had
his intact. The wound was then dusted with ashes and bandaged like
ours.

We were left tied to the trees until supper time. It was agony
walking the three or four hundred yards to the dining hall since our
very sore penises kept banging against our legs as we walked. The meal
was taken naked - just as well really; wearing trousers would have
been even more painful. Sleep came hard that night as our wounded
penises throbbed constantly.

The bandages were kept on our penises for five days, during which time
we were kept naked, but had to work at the usual camp chores and also
play the usual camp games, etc. The only thing we didn't do was to
shower or swim. At the end of the five days we were again tied to the
trees and the bandages were removed. The wounds were starting to
heal, but were still a bloody awful sight. The Patrol Leaders washed
us to remove the caked on blood and ash - an activity not without its
own unique pains. More ash was put on and fresh bandages, which
stayed in place for another three days. During this time we wore our
shorts again and started to get used to the effects of material near
our tender cocks. Finally, eight days after being so roughly
Circumcised, the bandages were fully removed and we were sent for a
swim, followed by a shower and then inspection by the camp doctor.

The rest of the time at camp followed normal patterns, except that we
all now started looking at one another's penises, during the twice
daily showers, to see who had been cut tightest and who was healing
fastest. I gained some satisfaction from the fact that my cut was the
furthest down the shaft of anyone's, except for some of the Patrol
Leaders.

The night before we were due to leave the camp, everyone was told to
strip and then form a ring around the camp fire. The Patrol Leaders
and even the Scoutmasters all stripped too. One Patrol Leader came
and stood behind each of us new boys. The remainder joined the
Scoutmasters in another group. We were then told that the final test
was to check that our newly modified and cleansed penises worked
fully. The Patrol Leader with us would milk us and we were to milk
them. The first boy to ejaculate would win a prize and the last one
would get a thrashing. Someone came round and put a blob of cream on
each of our penises and then each of us was expertly wanked by the
older boy with us whilst we tried to copy them and bring them to
climax. The Scoutmasters and remaining Patrol Leaders were working on
one another in the other group. Suddenly one of the kids let out a
few loud "Oooh's" and shot his load straight into the campfire. This
stimulated the rest of us and it wasn't long before nearly everyone
was spraying spunk in all directions. Just one little nine year old
failed to make it at all and was given six of the best for letting the
side down.

At the time, I was very upset at loosing my foreskin and in great
agony whilst it was being cut off. I don't think I will ever forget
the pain of that Circumcision, nor the helplessness one feels when
tied up totally naked whilst someone stands before you with a knife in
their hands ready to cut you. Now, just over a year later, I'm
pleased to have undergone the initiation ceremony and to be rid of my
foreskin. Wanking needs a new technique, which took some while to get
used to, but is now so much more pleasurable and lasts longer.

Two other sets of new boys have joined the troop during the year and
it was fun watching them undergo their investiture examination. They
went off to camp expecting just a fun time, whilst we knew that they
would come back changed for ever. At the first meeting after the
camp, newly initiated boys have to stand naked at the front whilst all
the others handle them. It is embarrassing at the time, but helps to
bond the troop together as if we were all brothers.

I am now deputy Patrol Leader and will be going on a special camp for
new Patrol Leaders next year. I've heard rumours that it too is a
very painful camp. Someone said they re-circumcise us even more
completely. I don't mind: I'm just looking forward to the time when
it is my turn to make that first cut down some little sprog's foreskin
and watch him being painfully turned into a man.