Showing posts with label hazing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hazing. Show all posts

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Spanking - a form of CMNM fun that combines many sexual attractions we seek


 


Spanking is an erotic activity  - not only as sexual gratification - but for the part it plays in discipline (father-son, coach - athlete, officer-soldier), in individual and group man-to-man communication, in a dominant/submissive relationship, being subjected to a older male's authority, as a form of male bonding (frats, sports team, hazing / initiation for male groups)  are situations I find increasingly erotically stimulating.

For me, it combines several important gay male themes into one activity:  older-younger,  CMNM (clothed male / naked male),  submission / dominance, but without being focused on simply causing pain. While spanking can be pain-causing, it is normally not ever serious or permanently damaging. So it doesn't go as far as being real bondage or BDSM, which is scary for some guys.  It also can be a social or group event, occurring outside and in public, so it, therefore, has elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, which also make it appealing.




Spanking - combines many of sexual attractions... - tribe.net



Spanking can be an erotic activity - not only for sexual gratification - but also because of the part it plays in many other types of situations. Spanking either using the bare hand or a paddle, particularly when applied to the bare buttocks is used in discipline (father-son, coach - athlete, officer-soldier) and in training, it plays a role in individual and group man-to-man communication, in a dominant/submissive relationship, being subjected to a older male's authority, as a form of male bonding (frats, sports team, hazing / initiation for male groups) are situations I find increasingly erotically stimulating.



For me, it combines several important gay male themes into one activity: older-younger, CMNM (clothed male / naked male), submission / dominance, but without being focused on simply causing pain. While spanking can be pain-causing, it is normally not ever serious or permanently damaging. So it doesn't go as far as being real bondage or BDSM, which is scary for some guys. It also can be a social or group event, occurring outside and in public, so it, therefore, has elements of exhibitionism and voyeurism, which also make it appealing.

Here are a few links I have found for sites that include photos or stories of male-male spanking:

jockspank.blogspot.com/
humiliatedguys.blogspot.com/
amazinghazing.blogspot.com/
scallyspank.blogspot.com

www.banged2rites.com/blog/
jock-straps.blogspot.com/
angelus-angelus1.blogspot.com/
www.strip4me.info/
azotesparachicos.blogspot.com/
www.spankingcentral.com/
mmspanking.blogspot.com/
spankingcomics.blogspot.com/
bhamspanking.blogspot.com/

Find many more interesting links below:
Bill wrote: "I'm one of your Tribe friends, and I'm the spankingest guy on all of tribe and you didn't include any of my links. "

My apologies, Bill, I guess I need a spanking for that oversight.

Bill's Basement Spanking links:



downbillsbasement.socialparody.com
grou.ps/billsbasement
downbillsbasement.blogspot.com/
www.malespank.net/listAuthor.php
groups.yahoo.com/group/m4m...inindiana/
www.myspace.com/downbillsbasement
twitter.com/billsbasement
htwww.collarme.com/default.asp
www.facebook.com/billsbasement

"If you need a spanking, I'm the guy to call", says Bill, one of my friends on Tribe.net 


Thu, January 20, 2011 - 5:58 AM
Many interesting links but
You're my friend, and I'm the spankingest guy on all of tribe and you didn't include any of my links (added above).

I Had One Gay Experience

My Gay Spanking 

I had gone into town expecting a warm day, in just shorts and t shirt. I had arrived early and I was a bit cold, I wandered down the street looking for a shop to go in till the weather warmed up a bit. Came to what I thought was a sex shop and went inside, it was nice and warm and it took me a few seconds to realise I had walked into a gay sex shop. the man at the counter looked up and asked if I needed some help? I said' I was just looking around', he said 'in that case, as you are the only one in the shop, do you mind if I go and get a drink from the back of the shop?' I said 'I didn't'. He then surprised me by going to the front door and locking it before he disappeared into the back. I started looking at all of these things that I had never seem before, It was quite arousing.
        I was looking at some spanking paddles when the man came back to the front of the shop, he asked me if I was interested in one. I asked, do they hurt? quick as a flash he got one down and slapped my bum with it,, not very hard and to be honest I hardly felt it. 'mmmm' I said 'cheeky, where would you normally use it then?'. 'come over to the paddle bench he said and led me across to this low bench with some loops at either side. 'Bend over here and put your hands through the loops and grab hold of the edge. It was very low, so my bum was pointing up in the air. He slapped me a bit harder this time, it caught me by surprise and I lifted my whole body up, only to find that the loops tightened around my wrists not letting me away from the bench but still with me bent over in an inviting way.

'To be spanked properly' said the man 'you need to be spanked on bare flesh' and with that he undid the buttons and zip on my shorts and pulled them and my pants strait down. To try and cover my self I knelt down, I was now sprawled across the bench arms almost straight out to my sides. I didn't realise till the man started, that there were loops on the side of the bench that he tied my legs to holding me firm against the bench. going to the side of the bench, the man pulled a lever

and my knees were pulled a part. at this point I started shouting and telling him to let me go, but while I was shouting and calling him names he got hold of a gag shaped like a cok and while I was shouting, he shoved it in my mouth and told me that because I had called him names, he was now going to spank me.

As he started, the strangest thing, I started to get an erection, It got harder with each slap, it was becoming painful against the side of the bench and I was wriggling around to get comfortable suddenly I could feel a hole in the side and I maneuvered my ass around until I could push it though the hole, I was expecting just a hole, but as I pushed forwards I realised, I was pushing it into a fleshlight. I must  have made a noise or a strange face because the man realised what I had done , because he stopped spanking me, leaned over and flicked a switch and the fleshlight started massaging my asshole.

"You are a very naughty boy," the man said as I was now rocking myself into the bench. There was a sudden cold sensation around my ass and then his fingers started sliding in my hole. I realised that I was about to be had up the ass, but I didn't care I was desperate to get off myself. He let go with his fingers, I then felt his cock gently push into my asshole, as he finally broke through I could feel myself cum like I had never before. he must have sensed this as he started pushing in and out really quickly and within a few thrusts I could feel him cum as well, as he withdrew I realised he had a condom on.
 He released one of my legs and one of my arms, I withdrew my cock which seemed to have got hard again and turned round, he lifted up my t shirt and emptied the contents of the condom all over my chest. he released my other arm and leg, I pulled my t shirt off so as not to get it messy, and undid the gag, I didn't know what to say, as I had obviously enjoyed it. He told me where I could shower and by the time I had finished and come back to the shop, he was already serving someone else.As I was about to leave he handed me a package, and said that he hoped he would see me in the shop again. I left as quickly as I could. When I got away from the shop I looked in the bag to see, a flashlight, the cock-shaped gag, and a couple of pics of my red bottom.
Will I be going back?  You bet I will.
  
  
Here are a few links I have found for sites that include photos or stories of male-male spanking:

http://jockspank.blogspot.com/
http://humiliatedguys.blogspot.com/
http://amazinghazing.blogspot.com/
http://scallyspank.blogspot.com/
http://www.banged2rites.com/blog/
http://jock-straps.blogspot.com/
http://angelus-angelus1.blogspot.com/
http://www.strip4me.info/
http://azotesparachicos.blogspot.com/
http://www.spankingcentral.com/
http://mmspanking.blogspot.com/
http://spankingcomics.blogspot.com/
http://bhamspanking.blogspot.com/






Sunday, November 8, 2015

Hazing in a rugby team



For the last couple of years we have all watched hazing in sports finally come into focus. The antics that have for so long gone on behind closed doors, and that have been dismissed by most as "boys will be boys," are finally starting to get the serious attention from sports administrators and the public that it deserves and that its victims need.
What isn't being talked about much is the elephant in the room, the issue that most people are thinking about when they hear about stories of what sports teams are doing to one another usually at night behind those closed doors: Both latent homosexuality and homophobia are playing a huge role in the hazing abuse our kids are experiencing, and our societal standards that dictate what a "real man" is are to blame.
Hazing is, for practical purposes, coercing or forcing younger athletes or students to do embarrassing things for the right to be a part of the group. Hazing can range from seemingly innocuous acts like wearing a dunce cap or eating a raw egg to dangerous or life-threatening things like drinking excessive amounts of alcohol, branding, or crazy stunts that involve water, fire or oncoming traffic. Hazing is against the policy of most colleges, and anti-hazing statutes exist in 38 states.
The Web site Badjocks.com has played a huge role in forcing the public and sports teams and leagues to start having frank discussions about hazing. And while the few dozen incidents they and other media outlets have reported are an improvement over the dearth of reports just three years ago, the number of hazing incidents that has come to public light pales in comparison to the actual number that is happening at high schools, colleges and on professional teams around the country. In fact, an Alfred University study said that 80 percent of college athletes had been hazed.
Make no mistake about it – hazing is largely about sexuality, from two different angles. First is the notion of making someone submissive to prove your own masculinity. Whether it's sodomizing them or making them wear women's panties, the notion of forcing younger players to submit to team veterans comes right out of the handbook of anti-gay stereotypes.
Many of the acts that younger players are submitted to are also homoerotic or homosexual. Licking each other's bodies, simulating sex acts, forced sodomy with various objects – these acts work on two levels. First, they reinforce the notion that same-sex affection is weaker; the subjected men are rarely "hazed" with forced affection from someone of the opposite sex. Second, they serve to satisfy the latent homosexuality of many of the players involved.
While some may try to diminish the role of homosexuality in hazing, it can't be ignored. Badjocks.com says that the most common reported hazing incident among high school students is sodomy with fingers or other objects.
"As a way of welcoming you to the team, my associates and I would like to give you your first proctology exam!" Badjocks.com jokes.
I don't care how you slice it, there has to be some desire to sodomize the victim if you're willing to go that far with other people watching! Like rape (which it is), I find hazing of this kind to be not only an act of violence but a sexual act as well.
When I was a teenager, and I first started feeling a sexual attraction to other boys, I often thought that going to prison would not be such a bad thing. I had heard of the "forced" gay sex that happens in prisons, and I figured it would be the only chance I had to fulfill my growing desire to have sex with men. The forced sexual contact of hazing is certainly another way to fulfill those desires; it's no wonder that so many gay men are attracted to college fraternities, long the bastion of hazing in our culture.
It's not just the guys. In the last few months, reports of hazing on women's teams have started to capture headlines, most notably the Northwestern University's women's soccer team, which was suspended after photographs of alleged hazing surfaced.
While 10 years ago most people who reported hazing at the high school and collegiate level were considered "whistle-blowers" and threats to the performance of a team, that attitude is largely changing. Our culture seems to have started to handle hazing in two different ways, depending on who's involved.
High school and collegiate teams that coerce athletes to run around in their jockstraps are suspended and vilified in the media, some of them having their season cancelled. But when professional teams do the same exact thing, they are laughed at, as though hazing is a big joke that everyone is in on.
In 2000, various Tennessee Titans were recorded taping rookie OG Aaron Koch from Oregon State to a field goal post, pouring chocolate syrup on him, and spraying him with water. What was maybe worse was how ESPN's Sean Salisbury and NBA great Mark Malone celebrated and glorified it.
How can we celebrate hazing at the professional level, yet tell 17- and 21-year-olds that it's not OK if they do it? We can't chuckle with the Associated Press when they post pictures of rookies in training camp having to encircle the field in their underwear or sing karaoke in front of a stadium of fans, and then wonder where our kids got the crazy idea that it's alright to force new teammates to endure harassment and ridicule.
The deeper problems with hazing are the culture it breeds and the slippery slope it can lead to. The infamous 2003 hazing incident involving the Mepham High School (N.Y.) football
team is a quintessential example. At a summer football camp in August 2003, team veterans sodomized younger players with broomsticks, golf balls and pinecones. It came almost 10 years after a player accused the coaching staff and several members of the same football program of a hazing attack that gave him a concussion; that case was settled out of court. After the 2003 incident, former players finally started talking about the culture of Mepham coach Kevin McElroy's football team, and how hazing had been a part of it for many years. It had likely started out "harmless" before involving physical attacks. Incoming freshman learned from the veterans that these things were part of being on the team; and when they became the veterans, the cycle continued down the slippery slope.
Experiencing the harassment and ridicule of hazing brings people closer, claim proponents of hazing (and there are many more than you could imagine), and it is argued that that bond is sacrosanct to the success of sports teams and fraternities.
This "bonding" argument has always troubled me. In a fraternity, the guys live together, shower together, eat together, study together. When one of their girlfriends breaks up with them, they're all there for him. When one of their parents passes away suddenly, they all attend the funeral. They become a family as close as they'll ever see outside the family structure they lived with for their first 18 years. 
It's the same thing with athletics. A team practices together every day, eats meals together, travels together, rooms together, wins together, loses together, gets injured together, and builds a bond that each member will remember for their lifetime.
No amount of paddling, licking whipped cream off of each other, or running around in your jockstrap is going to add to the closeness of these experiences. A team is built around a common goal and the struggles that ensue from chasing that goal, not from the nonsense that surrounds it.
As long as gay people are marginalized by sports culture, and as long as being submissive to a man is considered feminine, hazing will continue, not only because it emasculates the victim, but because the perpetrator feels no other acceptable way to live out his same-sex desires.
Atitlan wrote about these photos he reposted:

    I have found some more photos of a British rugby initiation. They were
uploaded by Johannes to his websites and then posted on to the [ymna2] Yahoo group by me in 2005.
    Most of Johannes' collection was about student initiations in
Europe and the USA and much of it can still be found at this address
(the links to certain of the picture folders seem not to be available
any longer):
http://members.lycos.nl/gaypoet


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Friday, July 11, 2014

CMNM in the Barracks

CMNM in the barracks 
An original story
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by Willy

wilwank1 wrote:

When I was 21, I lived with my folks near an airforce base in Florida. I had a lot of G.I. buddys. I was into surfing and motorcycles, which a lot of them were into also. I had one friend, Charlie, who was a very unusual guy. He was 6'9' and weighed about 260. There wasn't an ounce of fat on the man. He had gray blue eyes and black hair, and he was blessed down below. I met him through another guy who set us up on a blind date. Charlie was under the impression that he was meeting a girl. When I was introduced to him, he turned the tables on the guy and acted like we and I were hitting it off. He held hands with me, put his arm around my shoulders and even kissed me when they dropped me off at the end of the night. He had clued me in to what he was doing, so I wouldn't be disappointed. I wasn't because we did become good friends.
We so wrecked the guy, that he got pissed and started a rumor on base that Charlie was gay. I ended up having to testify before a tribunal that he wasn't, and none of the guys I knew on base were. In those days the Airforce ran quite a witch hunt for gay soldiers. If the panel had been more conservative than they were, Charlie would have been kicked out just because he associated with a gay man.
The base commander knew me threw his straight son, and liked me, so he put a stop to the inquisition. I came and went on base at will, and I often went to the barracks to pick up friends who wanted to go surfing.
I know this was a long introduction, but you have to know all this to understand the rest of the story which is totally true. Some of the story was related to me by Charlie, and some was first hand.
Now to the part Charlie told me:
New recruits in the military are assumed to totally stupid. They are given instructions on everything from putting on their tying their shoes to brushing their teeth. One part of basic was to be taught how to take a bath in the field from their helmet. The instructor stripped naked in front of the fully dressed recruits, and put on a demonstration. Charlie said that in one of the classes, there was a guy who wouldn't look at the instructor. When called down for it, he tried to explain that his religion taught him that the body was filthy, and to look upon it was a sin. The instructor was pissed, and asked him how he bathed. The kid told him, he washed in the dark, and used a cloth so he didn't touch his own body. He explained that he had never touched his own privates. The instructor asked him how he took a piss. The kid tried to explain, but didn't do well so the instructor told him to demonstrate. The kid said he couldn't. He was given an order to demonstrate. He tried, but he was shaking so, that he couldn't even get his pants unzipped.
The angry instructor then ordered him to strip. After some time and yelling, the kid did as instructed. He was forced to stand at the instructor's side through the rest of the demonstration which included some of the class stripping and bathing.
After the demo, they dressed and marched back to the barracks. That is all but the kid, who was allowed to put his socks and boots on and nothing else.
Back at the barracks, he was given a hand full of washable marker pens, and told to stand at attention with them in hand in front of the day room. The others were told that each time they entered or exited the room, the were to sing in or out on HIS BODY.
Here's where I came in:
I went to the barracks to pick up Charlie. Charlies room was on the third floor. The kid was on the first. I walked in and saw him standing in the middle of the hall. I ran upstairs and asked Charlie what was going on. Charlie told me the story. He suggested we go down for a game of pool.
We walked up to the kid. He was written on all over his face, neck chest, back and arms. Some on his legs, but nothing on his butt or dick. Charlie signed in on his left cheek. Then he gave me an evil look. I signed in on his upper thigh, curving down along his crotch.
That seemed to start things off. Several guys saw what we did, and started signing more sensitive places. It was in the evening now, and lots of guys were in and out of the day room getting soft drinks and watching TV. The poor kid was given an hour break to get something to eat and rest. Then, he was back, but allowed to stand at ease.
I had to pee, and ran out to the latrine. I forgot to sign out, and when I came back, I had to sigh out and in. I started right under his balls on his thigh, and went all the way down to his knee. The next guy was waiting for me to finish, and did the same on the other leg. We both brushed the kids sack when we started. Another guy suggested that since I liked that sort of thing, I should have signed his dick. I told him, maybe next time.
A while later, Charlie and I went to the restroom. When we came back, some guys were waiting and almost demanded I sign his dick. They handed me a pen, and I took his dick in hand. Here's what I wrote:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but these guys aren't going to give either one of us a break until I do, so here I am holding your very nice, and growing dick, and trying to cover as much of it as I can, so I won't have to do it again, but if it keeps growing, I'll be here all night."
The whole hall was full of guys by the time I was finished. They were all laughing including, strangely enough, the kid. I finished and handed him the pen. Then a guy grabbed his dick and started cranking it around reading out loud what I wrote. They were all hysterically laughing as he twisted and pulled the boy's dick. The Sergeant came out to see what all the noise was. He got to laughing too. Then he said that if I wrote something on his sack, that he would be covered and could shower it off and leave the hall.
I was handed the pen. The guys were cheering me on while I tried to think of something to write. Two guys lifted him up and spread his legs. I took up position between them. The kid was laughing as much as anyone else, as I started writing: "Well, here I am, in my favorite place, between a mans spread legs, with his balls in hand. I'm glad you aren't hairy. I hope you have gotten over your fears, and can start to enjoy your hot bod as much as I am. If you need any pointers, my phone number is, etc."
I actually put my phone number on his balls. The reading was once again as funny as my writing. The kid was released, and ran off to the showers. The crowd dispersed and Charlie and I went back into the day room. A few minutes later, the kid was standing in the doorway naked an dripping wet. All the writing was gone except the writing on this dick and balls. He had a totally pissed off look on his face.
The guy who's idea it was for me to sign his dick, had switched pens. I should have suspected something because it had a finer point. The kid saw him snickering and knew he was the guilty one. He ran after the culprit. Once he caught him he wrestled him to the floor and pinned him in a school boy pin. His dick and balls were inches from the clowns face. The kid said he should make him lick it off. Then he grabbed the guys head and forced his face into his wet crotch. He held him there smearing his face with balls and semi hard dick. Finally he let him up, and went back into the showers.
A couple days later, Charlie told me the kid said to tell me he finally gotten my messages off, and that he had saved my phone number. Because of me he had gotten real good at masturbating.

Willy