Paintball

Paintball - Part 1 by Jackson Amacher (j_amacher@yahoo.com)

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I'm not an expert in paintball, but I had played a few times before. My friend Jonas knew that, so he invited me on a game at a famous site in western North Carolina with a couple of his friends, and I agreed to go along.

We drove out there Friday after work, doing about 90 in Jonas' new Ford Explorer. There was the two of us, plus three other guys Jonas knew.

After a quick reception, the camp directors ran over the rules. No big surprises, except that we weren't allowed to bring any gear in except what they provided for us. Also, they would pick the teams.

They sent us into the locker rooms. There was a guy who worked for the site there, wearing a bright hunter's orange uniform.

"Take off all your clothes and put them in a locker, then shut the door. When you're all done, we'll bring in your gear," he told us.

There were a couple of college kids at the end of the locker room near him. One of them asked, "Why, do you guys get a kick out of seeing us naked or something?"

"Security. We don't want you transferring anything we didn't give you into your uniform's pockets. This is a totally controlled game. Strip down."

Getting undressed in front of other guys doesn't bother me, but I get worried that when they get undressed in front of me they'll be able to tell from the way that I look at them that I'm gay. So, I kept my eyes to the wall. I stripped slowly, shirt first, then shoes, then pants, then underwear, folding everything and putting it into my locker. I resisted the urge to glance around at the other guys while I was doing this. But finally, I was naked.

I didn't shut the locker door, because I knew that once I did there was no going back. I turned around, and saw that I was the few guys who was naked. Most of the other guys didn't strip all the way. A couple guys just took off their shirts. That made me feel kind of weird. A lot of guys were kind of glancing my way, trying not to stare. I wondered if I was the only tool who was going to be following the directions today. I thought of going back and putting my pants back on if the other guys weren't going to strip yet, but then I realized that would just look stupid.

Only a few of us were naked, but at least none of us had locked our lockers behind us. Jonas was next to me. He glanced at my body really briefly, then bent down to pull down his pants. As he did, his butt knocked my locker door shut. It slammed with a loud metal clang, and you could hear the click of the lock falling in place.

Jonas was now wearing only his briefs. "Whoops, sorry. Hey, looking good, Nate," he told me, and smiled. While I was trying to figure out what the hell that meant, he shucked off his briefs, tossed them in his locker, and closed the door.

We stood around for a while. It pissed me off that most of the guys were still wearing clothes, and just sitting around talking. I was sure that some of them were staring at me.

The uniformed guy was shouting again. "Look, you've got to all strip down. They won't bring the uniforms in here until everyone's naked and every locker is shut. Now, move!"

Finally, group by group, the clothes came off, and the guys locked them away. Before long I was in a room of naked men.

"So, where's our stuff?," one of the college kids, now totally naked, asked. "Is this just a peep show for you freaks?"

"I've radioed it in, they're bringing your stuff."

Radio or no, it still took them about ten minutes to bring our uniforms in. Maybe they wanted to give us more time to get to know each other.

Finally, they came in with our uniforms. They had them folded into packages, wrapped in brown paper with names written on it. They called out last names, and tossed the packages to you. Problem was, there were only packages for about a third of us.

The guys who got packages opened them. They had white briefs with yellow waistbands and camouflage pants and shirts with yellow checks. They all got dressed.

"There's still a bit of a delay getting the rest of the clothes to you, but they'll be in soon," the guy in the hunter's orange uniform told us.

Thankfully, most of the college kids were still naked. But some of them were dressed, and making trouble. It was pretty immature bullshit. They'd grab a naked kid and put him in a headlock, holding him up so we could all see him full frontal. A couple of guys grabbed one poor kid, held his arms, and gave him a couple spankings.

It was another ten minutes before they brought in the next batch of packages. This time it was white briefs with brown waistbands and camouflage shirt and pants with brown checks. There was no package for me.

Now I was really uncomfortable. I was naked, and I was in the minority. I'd been in lots of locker rooms before, of course, starting with middle school and working my way through high school, college, and then a number of gyms. But there was something in the atmosphere that made me feel weird. A sort of competition. People checking each other out, getting ready to compete. And all those guys in uniforms staring at my naked, helpless body didn't make me feel like I could beat them.

The yellows and browns started to form off into different parts of the locker room. Those of us who were naked took the parts of the locker room that were left. The only guy I knew on my team was Jeff, who was looking very nervous and very cute. It was kind of cold in the locker room, and his nipples were erect. Like me, he had his hands folded in his lap, hiding his crotch.

Finally, they brought our clothes in. We were green. At the same time, they brought boots in for everyone. We were ready to go, almost.

"Guys, we're really sorry for the delay," the attendant in the hunter's orange uniform said. "Let's head over into the supply room and get you ready."

They gave us maps, water, paint guns, and 10 rounds of ammo each.

"The rules are simple," the attendant told us. "If you get shot, radio in and we'll bring you out. I don't recommend getting shot," he added. "It will sting, and when you're back here you'll have to just sit on your ass for the rest of the game.

"Each team has a flag. Capture the other two flags and you win. You'll find more equipment spread around the site."

They loaded us into three busses and dropped us off in our camps in the field. The game was on.

II.

The thing most people don't realize about paintball is that it hurts like hell when you get shot. Those weapons aren't too accurate, so they make up for it by having them spit out the paint pellets really fast, so they can hit something vaguely in front of your gun. Skin can break; people can get bruises.

The second thing that people don't realize is that it's all about taking prisoners. You don't have much ammo. The people that run the games never give much out. The stuff is expensive. They don't want you to make a huge mess by shooting up the entire woods. And it makes the game more fun by making you conserve your ammo.

The Green camp was a couple of tents. We chose Jeff as our leader. He had more experience than the rest of us, and he seemed to know what was going on. He set up patrols and scouts.

Jeff put me on what was called advance scout duty. Basically, my job was to cross enemy lines and try to see what they were up to. I was new at this stuff, so Jeff sent two experienced guys with me, Ted and James. Ted was one of the college kids, and pretty hard core. James was in his thirties, and in pretty good shape.

We left camp, headed west towards what we thought was the brown territory. After about twenty minutes of walking, Ted held out his arm, and signaled for us to hit the ground and freeze. We did.

Up ahead was two guys in brown uniforms. From the looks of it, they were posted as lookouts. They were certainly making a hell of a lot of noise. They definitely didn't see us. Staying close to the ground and off the trail, we crept towards them silently.

The three of us took positions surrounding them, and lied on the ground, waiting for Ted to signal our attack.

"Rick, I'm going to take a piss, be right back," one of the Browns said. He walked in my direction. I was afraid he would see me, but I guess my camouflage worked. With his back to me, I saw him reach in front of his pants to unzip, and then I thought I could see him spraying a tree.

"Now!," Ted shouted.

I leapt up and rushed towards him, with my paintgun rifle pointed square at his back. A pretty easy catch, really, since there was no chance he could reach for his gun with his dick in his hands.

Ted and James covered the other guy, Rick.

"Hands in the air!," James shouted.

Rick dropped his rifle to the ground and raised his hands. "We surrender!," he shouted.

My guy had his hands up, too. "Turn around," I told him. He turned around slowly. I glanced at his limp cock hanging in front of his pants.

"Throw your gun down slowly," I said, and he did.

"Put that thing away, too," I said, motioning at his dick. He zipped up.

We had Rick and the other Brown stand next to each other while we tried to decide what to do.

"No sense in wasting ammo shooting them," James said. "But we can't be weighted down with prisoners this early in the mission."

"Yeah, and I don't want to walk these guys back to our camp's prison so soon," Ted said. "If they are this close to us already, we need to press on and catch some more."

"We can't just leave them here," I said. "They'll run off and reveal where we are."

Then Ted got a big smile on his face. "Let's pants 'em," he whispered.

James and I nodded.

James went over to Rick, and I went to my catch.

"What's your name?," I asked.

"Bill," he said.

"Bill, take off your shirt."

Bill glanced over at Rick, his fellow brown, and saw that he was already down to his T-shirt. So, Bill pulled off his camoflage shirt and dropped it to the ground.

"That too," I said, jabbing his T-shirt. Bill reached down to his waist, grabbed the T-shirt, and pulled it up over his head and let it fall to the forest floor.

"You follow orders real well," I said. "Strip off the rest, just for fun."

"Oh come on, this isn't necessary," Bill said. "You can take us back to your camp, or let us go there, or..."

"Shut up or I'll plant a wad of paint on your chest. Take it off."

Bill bent down to remove his boots, then his socks and pants. That left him in his briefs, with their distinctive brown waistband.

"These too?," he asked sheepishly, tugging on his waistband. I nodded.

He was pretty cute naked. The cool forest fall air was making his nipples stick up, and the humiliation of the experience seemed to make his cock stand up straight.

We marched both of our naked captives about fifty paces from the trail. We had them sit down in front of some tree trunks. James took the laces out of their boots, and tied their hands behind their backs around the trees. For a final measure, we gagged both of them with their own socks.

"Ain't they cute?," Ted asked. "We should bring some other guys over to see this."

"Looks like they're enjoying the experience, too," James said. He pointed to their cocks, which were both totally erect.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Ted said. He bent down and grabbed Rick's cock, and started stroking it.

"Awesome," James said.

I took a cue and went to work on Bill, rubbing his cock up and down and aiming it at Rick. Bill and Rick started squirming, pulling at their binds to try to break free and stop us, but there was no use. I could feel that Bill was getting ready to shoot, so I started tickling his nipples to send him over the edge. He shot his load and it hit Rick square in the chest.

"My guy went first, I win," I said, smiling.

"Very funny," Ted said, and increased his speed on Rick's cock. Twenty seconds later, Rick returned Bill's favor.

"OK, lovebirds, sit tight," James said. "We'll come back for you later."

We left them there, naked and tied to the trees, with cum drying on their chests.

III.

Before we could leave, my radio went off. I answered. It was Jeff, our green leader. He wanted me to break off from the group and head towards a new location.

It was guard duty. I was working with a college kid named George. Our job was to protect a clearing in the forest a couple hundred yards to the west of our camp. It was somewhat boring work, and George was getting fed up. We hung around for a few hours, but no one came by.

"I've had enough of this shit," George said. "Let's go further out and scout to see what's out there."

"That's a pretty stupid idea, George," I said. "We'll get caught, or shot, without the right backup."

"Look, sissy, I didn't go on this game to sit on my ass and wait to take orders. Let's head out," George said.

"George, I won't stop you, but I'm going to stay here and guard the post."

"Cool," George said. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, radio for help, OK?"

George ran off, taking his gun and some supplies with him. I was alone now, so I decided to hide up in a tree, where I could get a better view of people approaching the clearing.

About twenty minutes passed. Something must have happened to George. I didn't radio back to camp, though.

I heard some crunching of leaves on the forest floor. I strained to see what it was.

It was George. He was stripped naked. His hands were behind his back, probably bound there, and there was a rope tied around his neck. Holding the other end was Jonas, decked out in his nice Brown camouflage.

George was leading the way. As he got closer, I could see how thoroughly Jonas had humiliated him. His hands were handcuffed behind his back, and there was a gag in his mouth. His dick looked like it had been painted brown. Finally, his ankles were tied together, with only about two feet of rope between them, making it possible to walk but not to run. It was kind of scary, but it was still a gorgeous sight. He had nice pecks and beautiful abs. His arms had nice, bulging biceps, which stood out nicely against his muscular, rounded shoulders. Those college boys had time to do nothing but work out and make themselves gorgeous. And now Jonas had caught one.

Jonas proceeded carefully. Before entering the clearing, while he was still outside my range, he yanked on George's leash and George halted. Jonas took the gag out of George's mouth.

"Sweetie, where's your boyfriend?"

"I don't see him. I told him to go back for help if I'm not back in ten minutes. When he gets here with reinforcements, your homo ass is going to be so--"

George cut him off, stuffing the gag back into his mouth. He gave George a quick spank and stroked his nipples. George pulled away, but Jonas kept the leash tight and the gun pointed at him. I suddenly noticed that George's cock was almost erect. He was getting a kick out of this!

"Let's go find him. I'd love for him to join our little party. You two could have fun together."

My dick jumped at that thought. I almost considered letting myself get captured. Jonas pointed the gun at his captive and said, "March." George walked forward, directly under the branch I was in. Jonas followed.

As soon as Jonas was under me, I jumped down. I came from above; he didn't know what to expect. I landed on him, knocking his gun out of his hands. I hung onto my gun, and pointed it directly at Jonas.

"George, go grab that gun!," I shouted. His leash dangling from his neck, George hobbled over to the gun as fast as he could, and tried to bend down and pick it up with his hands behind his back.

I frisked Jonas while he was on the ground, and didn't feel any other guns. "Stand up, Jonas," I said. He did.

"No funny stuff. Drop that backpack on the ground, now," I said. Jonas did as he was told.

"Take off your shirt," I said, keeping the gun pointed at him.

Jonas did nothing, and just smiled.

"Don't fuck with me, Jonas," I said. "I'd love to get a kill, but I'd rather save my ammo. And give you, my best buddy, a chance at rescue or escape and one fewer bruise on your skin."

Jonas took off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. Then he took off his T-shirt with its brown collar and put it on the ground. His chest glistened with sweat. It rose up and down as he breathed heavily.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back," I said.

One of the supplies we had found at the green camp was a large supply of cable ties. The people that ran the game gave all of us different supplies. From the looks of poor George, the Browns had handcuffs. I pulled a cable tie from my pocket, wrapped it around Jonas's wrists, and pulled tight.

I spun Jonas around and took off his boots and socks. Then I paused, looked at Jonas again, and raised my fingers to tickle and tease his nipples.

"You know what comes next, honey?," I asked. He got a nervous look in his eyes.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushed them to the ground, and made him step out of them. He looked really cute in his white briefs. They were really one size smaller than they should have been -- no loose fabric anywhere, and his dick very clearly bulging against the front. Jonas's stomach was nice and flat. He looked so damn good in those briefs that I almost let him keep them.

Looking at him directly in the eye, I pulled down his underwear and felt his cock jump out and briefly slap me on the leg. Without looking down, I ran my hands along his butt cheeks, along the crack, and then briefly over his balls and dick.

George had stood up by now, and he hobbled over to me. He made muffled sounds through his gag, so I took it out.

"He's got the keys to my cuffs," George said. "Unlock them and let me wear his clothes."

"Oh, are you giving me orders?," I asked. I stroked George's nipples, too.

George looked at me with a scared expression on his face.

"But we're on the same team," he said.

"You ran off. Don't worry, I'll put you back in one piece. But first, I want to have some fun. Jonas, look at what you did to poor George! Clean his dick off."

Jonas didn't seem to know what I meant, so I pushed him to his knees.

"Suck him, Jonas."

This was George's chance to object, but he suddenly seemed into this scene. He moved his legs apart and pointed his dick right towards Jonas's mouth.

Jonas bent towards George, stuck out his tongue, and guided George's cock into his mouth. George closed his eyes in ecstasy and started to groan as Jonas moved his mouth up and down George's cock. Jonas seemed to be having a lot less fun. Whatever he had put on George's dick didn't seem to taste good.

I got a little bit into the action too, running my finger down George's butt crack and then gently into his asshole. Not too far, but far enough so that he noticed.

As George's moans started to get louder, giving the tell-tale signs of an oncoming climax, I pulled out, grabbed Jonas's shoulders and pulled him back.

"Let's see how we're doing," I said.

I stared at George's cock. It was erect, but still as brown as it was before.

"Jesus, Jonas, what kind of paint is that?"

"It wasn't paint, man," George said, breathing heavily. "It was some kind of liquid. Really stung when he put it on."

"It was a dye," Jonas said. "It'll wear off. In about a week. Until then, his body is marked as ours."

"Fuck that! Keep cleaning, man!," George shouted, and pushed his erect cock back towards Jonas's face.

"Why George, I don't want you jizzing all over my new toy," I said. "We'll just have him clean other parts of you. Jonas, clean him with your tongue."

Jonas didn't have to be asked twice. He stood up and started licking George's chest, then worked his way down to his stomach. I made him skip the dick this time, though it was tough because it was sticking out there so far. I made Jonas lick the dirt and crud off George's feet and legs, and then even let him lick the cheeks on George's butt.

"Wasn't that nice of him, George? Why don't you pay him back by fucking him up the ass?," I said, motioning for Jonas to stand up and turn around.

"Are you nuts? Do him yourself. Take these cuffs off me," George said.

"Look, cutie, you want to be on my good side, here. I'm giving the orders. Do it. Do it standing up."

I made Jonas raise his hands to the middle of his back, clearing the way for George to jam his erect cock between Jonas's seemingly welcoming cheeks. George started to pump in and out, getting into the grind more and more. I stood in front of Jonas, and enjoyed the look on his face. He seemed to want to thank me. I reached over and teased his dick a little bit, and stroked his flank.

Watching all this action made me feel hot, and I really wanted to take better advantage of my two captives. It was a great combo: a guy in his 20s and an older one, both nicely in shape, both naked, and both totally helpless.. But I knew that I was the only one with a paint gun, and if I occupied myself with more pleasant things I'd be a sitting duck if any of Jonas's Brown friends came by.

I ordered George to stop just before I thought he was ready to cum. Hey, I didn't want him to have too much fun.

"This has been a lot of fun, guys, but it's time that we get along," I said. "Let's head back to camp."

"Nate!," George pleaded with me, panting. "I'm not fucking going to go back there like this. At least let me wear his pants."

"I don't have a knife to cut that rope between your ankles off, George," I said, lying. "Besides, our border guards will shoot on sight anyone wearing a brown uniform. If I let you wear Jonas's uniform, you'd be meat."

"Then, you two lovebirds go along," George said. "Unlock these cuffs with his key. I'll stay around here and hide in the bushes. Come back for me with new clothes from the camp."

"Look, idiot," I said. "I wasn't the one that told you to go off and get captured. More Browns are coming. I don't have time to stand here and rummage through pockets looking for a key. And I'm sure as hell not going to leave you here buck naked, waiting to be captured by the Browns and brought back to their camp to get your dick tortured by sadists like this," I said, spanking Jonas. "Be thankful I rescued your ass. You're just going to have to show it off a little bit, now."

"Fuck that! I'm not going back into camp naked. If I'm caught, I won't talk; I promise," George said.

I came up with an idea. "Hey, Jonas," I said, sticking the barrel of my gun right up his ass. That got his attention.

"Yes?," he yelped.

"Tell me where the keys to those cuffs are in three seconds or I pull the trigger."

"Back right pants pocket."

I opened that pocket in Jonas's pants. I didn't see a key in there, just a couple of Polaroid photos.

"What the hell are these?," I asked, pulling them out.

They were photos of George. A full-frontal shot of him naked, with his hands clasped behind his head so you could see everything. Another shot from behind. A butt shot of him, with him bending over. A close-up of his dick, before Jonas dyed it. And another shot, just perfect, taken from the side, showing George giving someone else a blowjob. I was pretty sure it was Jonas, but there was no face attached to that dick in the photo. Perfect for blackmail.

"Hey George," I said, holding up the photos. "You've really got a pretty hot bod. Maybe we should keep you this way in the camp, and turn you into our little entertainment boy."

George's face was red. He just stared down at the forest floor. I had new appreciation for Jonas. At least now Jonas would get a taste of his own medicine.

I found the key to the cuffs in that pocket, too.

"OK, George, here's the deal," I said. "I let you stay out here. I'll even risk my ass to come back out here and bring you some clothes, so you can walk back into the camp without giving a bunch of guys a bunch of ideas. But once I bring you back into camp, you're my boy. You do what you're told, when you're told. Do it well and I won't show these photos to anyone else. Agreed?"

George nodded.

"OK, then. Come over here."

The gag that Jonas had been using on George wasn't just a rag. The browns apparently had access to high-quality jobs, like you saw in Bruce Willis' mouth in Pulp Fiction. This one had a clasp on the back with two locking rings in it, so that you could put a padlock in it and make it impossible to take off without a key.

I stuck the gag in George's helpless mouth. I unlocked the cuffs, but then I took one cuff and locked it through the rings at the back of George's gag.

"Now, you're not talking to anyone unless I let you. Let's go," I said.

I led George and Jonas away from the clearing and into the woods. I found a limb that was sticking out from a tree horizontally, pretty much parallel to the ground. I locked the other cuff around it. George started to complain through the gag, but I just gave him a spank.

"Now you're not going anywhere unless I let you," I said. "Hey, stick 'em up."

George looked at me, confused.

"I'm not going to admit to doing this to you," I said. "It has to look like the Browns left you here. Give me your hands."

I took two lengths of rope out of Jonas's backpack and tied both of George's wrists to the tree limb, really tight.

Jonas and I admired my work. There he was, the cute, well-developed, impudent college boy, totally naked and helpless and completely exposed from both front and back. I gave him a spank, rubbed his nipples again, and then had a little fun batting around his brown cock. Then, for good measure, I tickled his exposed armpits, just to watch him jump around. His dick became more and more erect.

"The camera is in my backpack," Jonas said.

"So it is!," I said, searching through.

George really started to squirm then, straining to pull his hands free from the tree. But there was no chance.

I took out the Polaroid, and took a shot of George from the front. Then I took a few of Jonas for good measure, making him take the same poses he had put George in.

Admiring my photo collection, I sighed. "That's my boys," I said.

Waving goodbye, we just left George there, looking more scared than pissed. I could see him trying to move his hands closer together, attempting to escape, but there was no hope. He was there as long as I wanted him to be.

I tied a leash to Jonas like he had tied to George, and led him away.

When we were away from George, Jonas said, "I don't suppose I can convince you to give me my pants back before all those guys see me."

I spanked him, then laid my hand on his butt and ran my finger down the crack while we were still walking.

"Now, why would you want that?," I asked.

"I just don't like being naked in public," he said.

"Oh. You'd better get used to it, then," I told him. I started to stick my finger deeper into his anus as he was walking. I was loving this game.