The Really Embarrassing Perverse Memory

Don't say I didn't warn you before reading this one. I think my mouth must have dropped open and fell onto the floor when this memory surfaced, but it did happened as strange and as perverse as it is. I guess sometimes people do odd things and this one is odd. This incident happened just before my 25th birthday and I'm not sure whether it was supposed to be a birthday practical joke or the guys getting me back from running away from the first time they initiated me.

The second initiation for me happened outside during the daytime. It was reasonably overcast afternoon or morning that was pleasant. A group of my men and I were out behind the field beside a plane (not too far away from one of the hangars?) that was parked near a hedge or a large row of shrubs. Of course, they somehow got it in their minds to get me again and tie me over the wing. During this I'm worried that someone may catch us because we did keep this amongst a private group and we were not in the most private of places. So they do me and then some wise guy gets the idea they ought to do a little more.

I do wonder if some of us were a bit drunk or maybe just in one hell of a playful mood. They turn me over so that I am no longer bent over forward but standing with my back arch and arms tied back. Someone comes up with the idea to smear something sweet and sticky all over my genitals. I'm disbelieving what they are proposing as one man runs off to get something while another one goes to find some farm animal to lick it off of me! The first fellow comes back with either jam or honey and much to my dismay and disgust, they smear it on me quite heavily. At this point I'm wondering how I'm going to clean this mess off without getting it all over my uniform.

Then after they have a couple of laughs and I have guaranteed them all some sort of revenge, the other fellow shows up with either a young calf or lamb. I'm mortified at this prospect. I'm ......worried! Plain and simple I don't want some animal sucking on my happy male parts. They are having problems getting the animal interested in being involved. I'm glad. I try and get the guys to let me go. At this time either Moritz or another large friendly dog shows up. A German shephard? They get him to lick off the sticky mess. This is partially to my great relief and great disgust. My relief is that I know the dog is not going to bite on any vital parts.

We must have been smoking something or really drunk when we came up with this stuff.