TEA BREAK
As I returned to base I saw a line of seniors being formed at the edge of the concrete yard we have, where we took the photographs last time. They were being left gagged but were having their hoods, boots and socks removed. The yard is swept clean of any sharps so I wasn't too worried about that. Apart from their gags and the ties around their wrists they were absolutely naked.
Pete was still dripping with cum but ant man had had his cock washed clean. Then I noticed a couple of ants around Pete's lips and worked out just how that had happened. From the queasy look on Pete's face he had swallowed quite a few.
The second group arrived with Kyle and their captors led by Steve. These looked much worse for wear, with livid red welts running down their backs, bums and thighs. Steve and his crew had really done a number on them.
"Juniors get fifteen prisoners, and ten tokens. Twenty-five points. Seniors got two tokens. Two points. Three tokens weren't found.
"Totals so far: Senior team twenty-seven, junior team twenty-five. Seniors lead."
There was no cheer from the seniors, of course; they were gagged to a man. If they harboured any hopes that their slim lead might give them some respite they were going to be disappointed.
Doug and Steve quickly consulted and Steve turned to face their prisoners.
"You guys really took the piss with us. Well, now it's our turn."
He set up the juniors so that each was standing in front of the same guy as they had sucked in the first tea break. The order was slightly different with Doug at one end and him at the other. Doug was whispering into the ear of the junior next to him.
Then Doug turned to the man standing in front of him and spoke loudly and clearly.
"When I take your gag off, tell me what will you do for me to earn the right to use your hands at tea."
He took the gag off. The man looked down, blushed and muttered something.
"Sorry. Didn't quite catch that."
"I'll suck your dick!" he replied, clearly enough for everyone to hear.
Doug didn't say anything in reply but simply pushed the guy to his knees and pulled out his dick. His uniform fell around his thighs revealing his delicious teenager's body again.
The next junior in the row, Chris, pulled the gag from his captive.
"And what will you do for me?"
"I'll suck your dick!" the man said, and dropped to his knees.
Chris pulled him up again by his ears. "But I'm more demanding than Doug. What more will you do for me?"
The guy looked startled, then puzzled, and finally resigned to it.
"I'll suck your dick and lick your balls," he said for us all to hear.
Chris just pushed his man to his knees and opened his uniform to let his dick hang free too.
The third junior ungagged his prisoner. "I'm even more demanding," he said. "How much do you want to be free?"
I saw a look of horror spread over Pete's cum splattered face. He had realised the game they were playing. Every senior would have to come up with more and more degrading acts and he was last to go. Steve just smiled more as he watched Pete's discomfort grow.
"I'll suck your dick, lick your balls, and nipples," was the next offer we heard.
"I'll suck your dick, lick your balls, nipples and kiss your feet."
"I'll do all that and swallow your cum," was the next and it came after a pause and with a note of despair in the voice. Clearly his imagination had failed him with other things just to lick or suck.
There was a groan from the entire line beyond him. They were all now committed to swallowing cum. I don't know if it was Steve's idea or Doug's but the line of men each having to come up with their own escalating humiliation was starting to turn me on big time. I saw Kyle rubbing his cock through the khaki uniform as he took in the unfolding vision before us.
"I'll lick you, swallow and erm, erm, kiss your arse too!" They were starting to struggle to come up with new humiliations.
"I'll lick, swallow, kiss arse and, er, um, suck your dick again?" the next guy offered.
"Boring!" shouted the junior. "You don't think of something and we will," he added. "And then it goes down the line."
"I'll lick, swallow, kiss arse and let you spank me?" he offered.
"Make it twenty times and we have a deal."
"OK."
"C'mon man, say it all," the junior demanded. I couldn't have agreed more.
"I'll lick, swallow, kiss arse, and you spank me twenty times." He had to speak up over the sound of Doug's "oh yeah, suck it, man, oh yeah" litany as the youngster was starting to lose control to the tongue and lips working his cock.
"I'll lick, swallow, kiss arse, get spanked and you twist my nipples too."
"Done." The game moved on to the next player.
"I'll give you a complete tongue bath including your arse, suck your cock, swallow your cum, get spanked and let you twist my nips."
"OK." Another junior dropped his clothes to slide down his legs.
Back at the start of the line-up, Doug gasped as he came, spraying his cum over the face of his kneeling senior who had his lips and eyes firmly closed. He paused for a few seconds to get his breath back and to stop his legs trembling before pulling up his uniform and zipping it up. Then he walked behind the senior and, true to his word, released the ties around his wrists. "Tea-time," he said, guiding the man up and leading him over to the picnic table where Kyle had set up the trays of sandwiches and the tea urn.
The senior looked confused for a moment, shocked by the transition from the situation of kneeling in a line of prisoners requesting specific sexual abuses to the equally bizarre and quite surreal situation of sharing a cuppa with his former tormentor. The fact that he was naked apart from his boots and that the teenager standing opposite him was fully clothed didn't seem to register. After what had come before it must have seemed quite commonplace.
Meanwhile back on the line the next senior, Adam, seemed to have an interesting familiarity with the phraseology.
"A complete tongue bath with sixty seconds of rimming instead of just kissing your arse, a blow job and swallow, twenty whacks and nipple play."
I made a mental note to keep an eye on Adam. If I could turn him into a repeat customer, he would be a good "seed" for future fun and games.
"Deal." The junior turner to his neighbour who ungagged his senior, Geoff.
On the subject of "seed" I heard Chris shout out as he blew his load over the older man's face. The guy hesitated for barely a second before leaning forwards and started licking and sucking the junior's balls, taking them completely in his mouth at one point. This was clearly a new experience for the kid who soon started gasping and shuddering as the novel sensations swept over him.
"I'll do all that, and you spank me twenty-five times," Geoff offered.
"Boring!"
"I don't know!" Geoff cried, literally breaking into tears.
"Just fuck him," shouted Steve. "Then then whack his arse twenty times."
Geoff protested but his captor made it clear: offer up his arse or stay tied up.
As the process briefly stalled at Geoff, I glanced along the line of juniors being serviced by their prisoners. All of them were currently having their dicks sucked except for Chris whose cum-sprayed prisoner was sucking his balls as his leaking cock dribbled his remaining cum down onto the senior's upper lip and Doug who seemed to be debating Wales' chances in the forthcoming international.
Geoff's captor was clearly keen to get on with it.
"Fuck and twenty whacks," the junior said. "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."
"OK! You fuck me and spank me!" Geoff sobbed. "Twenty-three times."
There was a muffled murmur of protest from everyone else down the kneeling line as they realised that they were going to get fucked because Geoff had screwed up. More than one angry glance was shot in his direction.
The junior simply dragged him over to a table, threw him over and looked around for a condom. Steve gestured to a box by the table leg. Kyle had been thorough. The junior's dick was already rock hard as he rolled on the condom. Once it was on he shoved the guy's bound wrists up. This pressed his victim down onto the wooden table with arse tilted up. Then he started to press in.
Geoff gasped with the unfamiliar sensation. The juniors were craning their necks to see what was happening; but it was the sound of Geoff whimpering that really brought home what was happening.
He didn't protest once. These were hard-core rugby players who would never back down on a bet but it was clear that Geoff's arse hole was virgin territory and that it was giving up its secrets reluctantly.
The effect on the juniors having their dicks sucked was amazing. Within the next fifteen seconds, as the probing dick slowly pushed all the way in, nearly half a dozen youthful cocks spewed cum over the faces or in the mouths of their reluctant pleasurers.
Steve smiled his evil grin and called out to his team.
"Everyone yet to get an offer, drag your prisoner over to the table. Everyone who has had an offer just stick with what you've got."
The unfortunate seniors were dragged over to the long table next to Geoff and pressed down. The one next to Geoff had his gag removed.
"So, what are you going to do for me?" asked his junior who was unzipping his uniform with one hand and holding a condom packet in his other.
"You fuck me, you spank me and erm, erm, ah, you write your initials on my arse?"
"Good idea! I'll sign my work." The junior turned to Kyle. "Got a pen?"
Kyle nodded and disappeared into our office building. By the time the kid had rolled the condom down his shaft he returned with a black magic marker. He put it on the table next to them.
The next two juniors were Luke and Jimmy, the red-headed brothers. I was sure that it wasn't coincidence that the two guys kneeling before them were two of the guys who had dreamt up the sixty-nine they had gone through.
Luke ungagged his captive. "Something extra for me and my brother," he instructed.
"You fuck me while I suck your brother?" offered the senior hesitantly.
"Yeah, then I get to whack your arse and scribble on it."
Luke turned to Jimmy. "You up for it, bro?"
Jimmy ungagged his senior. "Add to that," he told him.
"When you're done with Simes you fuck me while I suck your Luke. Then you spank me and sign my arse."
"And?" Jimmy demanded. "Do something for Luke while you're getting spanked like a baby boy."
"Kiss his arse?"
"Not enough. I want tongue for my big brother."
"I'll rim him."
"OK, but you get to wait a bit first. I want my cock in Simes' mouth."
That left Steve facing Pete, kneeling before him covered in dried cum. Pete looked up expectantly, waiting for his gag to be removed. Steve didn't move.
"So, I get to fuck your arse. Then I get to whack it twenty-three times. Then I get to write my name on it. But whose cock are you going to suck while I fuck you and whose arse are you going to rim when I slap it about?"
Steve looked over to us. "Kyle, are you free at the moment?'
Kyle didn't pause for a second. He nearly jumped out of his uniform and pulled the gag out of Pete's mouth, to replace it with his dripping rock hard dick within half a second.
This left me at something of a loss for anything to do, so I wandered up and down the line, snapping away happily with my camera. Everyone was too far into the action to complain, even if their mouths weren't filled with youthful cock meat.
More than one junior had kicked off their own uniforms to be able to spread their legs further. The bare flesh on display was starting to make me drip inside my outfit, even with my hands busy on the camera.
SNAP: a row of naked teens leaning forwards to bare their holes to naked men's probing tongues,
SNAP: the ecstatic look on a kid's face as he gets rimmed for the first time,
SNAP: the spray of cum jetting from a smooth, almost hairless dick onto a much older, stubbly face,
SNAP: a hairy rear view of a man kneeling with his knees well apart, his head obscuring a groin, surmounted by perfect smooth abdominals and pecs above it,
SNAP: a collection of a dozen people drinking tea, half of them naked, looking on as a man gets spanked by a kid,
SNAP: a youthful pair of buttocks, thighs and lower back tensing at just the moment their owner cums,
SNAP: the look of shame on the face of a man bent over a table getting fucked by a kid young enough to be his son,
SNAP: the look of fierce power on that kid's face as he fucks him,
SNAP: a close up side view of a thirty-five year old man with his tongue out, lapping at a set of teenage abdominals, a small drop of spit in the kid's navel catching the sunlight,
SNAP: a pair of reddened buttocks, with a set of initials written on the left cheek,
SNAP: Kyle with his head tilted back, his mouth open in a soundless exhalation as he dumps his load into Pete's mouth,
SNAP: the ribbon of cum coming from Kyle's cock to Pete's mouth as he slowly pulls back.
After nearly thirty minutes the last of the penalties was complete. Thirty men were filling their faces with sandwiches and tea as I pulled Pete away to have a chat.
"First of all, I'll arrange for you guys to have a shower before we start the third game. Second, I know how you can win."
Pete was obviously interested in what I had to say, perhaps because he just desperately wanted to take a shower to wash the cum off his body and maybe wash away the memory of what had just happened. People are incredibly good at denial when the immediate evidence is removed.
"You take a quick shower. Tell as many of your people as possible to skip it. I'll encourage the juniors to take their time and to enjoy themselves. Steal their clothes. Leave their boots and goggles. You can also lower the pressure on their guns by pulling back the side panel and pressing the lever over to the back position. That's the setting we use for kiddy parties.
"Once the game has started, grab Steve as a priority."
"I know that," he interrupted. "Steve's the only one of them that can plan. That's why he's team captain.
"I want him early in the game for my own reasons too," he added grimly. "I need some time alone with young Stephen."
I left Pete to brief his men and wandered over to Steve.
"Not bad, not bad," I commented. "Did you enjoy your revenge?"
"Oh yeah," he said, "and I'm looking forward to more fun after the next game."
"Confident?"
"I can read opposition teams and I've got their measure now. I know how they act. I can beat them. What is the next game, anyway?"
"Capture and rescue. You grab prisoners from the other team and they try to get them back. One point for each enemy uniform you bring back and another point for each enemy prisoner."
"No need for the two to be attached?" he smirked.
"You seem to be having too much rugby club fun for me to stop you. I might as well make it a feature."
He wandered back to the throng which had now split into the two teams as Pete was briefing his men about their plans to cheat.
Doug, meanwhile, stood up on a table.
"Right guys, we need our line up photographs for the prize at the end. Smitty, you want to run the camera?"
As their protests that the previous forfeits had been photographed were ignored, the naked seniors lined up again for the formal line up.
"Shortest to tallest, guys," Doug shouted. "Except for Pete at the tall end."
I took photos of them all facing me, all turned to the left, all facing away and all facing to the right. Given Doug's sadistic tricks previously I was quite disappointed. But that was soon to change.
"Right, Pete off shot, please. Starting with the shortest, turn left, turn right, turn left, turn right and so on. Soon the team was split into seven pairs facing each other, apart from Pete off the side.
"OK, guys, start making out."
There was an exclamation from all of them.
"Get to it. I want tongues, tight hugs, wandering hands, the works."
Reluctantly they started. They all had their eyes shut to block out what they were being made to do, but the camera got it all. Seven pairs of grown men were making out with their team-mates, probably their friends, and all one hundred per cent male.
The juniors started calling out encouragement.
"Press those groins together!"
"Runs yer hands down his arse!"
"Rub his nip with your thumb; his girlfriend loves that!"
"Ah! Isn't it sweet!"
"Hey, Chris and Andy are getting hard!"
Doug called over. "It doesn't stop until you're all doing it hot enough. And open your eyes!"
I took photo after photo.
SNAP: two straight men's faces, locked in a passionate kiss, looking deeply into each other's eyes,
SNAP: calloused male hands on muscular arms caressing tough hairy buttock,
SNAP: two six-packs pressed against each other parted only by two hard cocks,
SNAP: Geoff's left arm wrapped round the broad shoulders of another which his right hand's fingers are pinching his partner's left nipple,
SNAP: Andy rubbing his middle finger up and down an arse crack,
SNAP: a line of fourteen fit, stacked men all being "forced" to be gay.
After five minutes of this Doug called a halt and moved on to his final ordeal for them.
"Last photo set. All of you face to the right and get hard. Pete, turn round to face them."
I took a photo of them all facing in one direction and another with Pete turned round.
"OK. Pete, on your knees and get sucking."
Pete sucked the cock in front of him belonging to a giant black guy. As soon as Doug heard me take the shot he ordered Pete to move on to the next guy. As Pete moved, Steve called for them all to have a couple of quick tugs to keep stiff, especially Craig who had just been sucked.
And so it went, I took fifteen more shots of a team all with erect cocks, each getting blown by their team captain.
I noticed Steve getting incredibly turned on my this and his hard on was very obviously tenting the front of his uniform. Horny guys make unwise decisions and I saw Kyle move over to him to take advantage of this. As Pete sucked the last six men Kyle was whispering in Steve's ear. I slowed down my photography to give him a chance to egg them on one last time.
"OK, guys, time to get on with it," he said. "Tea's over, and we want our money's worth playing paint ball."
"Right! Listen up," I said. "The next game is really simple. One hour duration from my first whistle to my last. You catch prisoners. One point per enemy prisoner at the end of the game, another point for an enemy uniform."
There was laughter. None of them had missed the point that there would be more stripping.
"But first, you're all hot and sticky. Some of you more so than others." I looked over at Pete and there was more laughter. Good, laughter should relax them even more. "So we'll open up the showers early."
"Want to up the ante?" offered Steve. "Losers do anything the winners want for the rest of the day?"
"Yeah," said Pete before any of his team had a chance to think about it. "Deal."
"Whistle in fifteen minutes," I said. "We've got a ladies and gents showers. Juniors can use the ladies."
The two teams split up. Our shower block is made of two pairs of rooms, an outer changing room and the smaller actual shower room through a small sliding door. I kept an eye on the junior team and, as expected, they all leapt into the shower itself. Soon I ambled in and slid shut the door, "to top the water getting everywhere." It was packed in the room with fifteen young, fit bodies pressed together under the water, but I dragged myself away.
Half the seniors were already in their outer room, adjusting guns and stealing clothes. We left together. "Fifteen points straight away," I remarked as we left.
I did leave them a pile of towels, but I accidentally (oh yeah) only left fourteen.
As I stepped outside, I noticed the seniors were already kitted up and were moving out. Kyle was leaving with them. Pete directed four of them to hide just inside our office door.
As soon as I saw the last one of them disappear into the woods I blew my whistle hard.