GAME THREE
I hid by a window to hear the fun start.
"Eh? It can't be fifteen minutes."
"Shut up. Get out."
"Hey! What the fuck?"
"Where's our stuff?"
"The fucking fuckers are fucking cheating! Fuck!"
Language did seem to escape Doug under stress.
"Shut up! Give me a fucking towel." That was Steve. "We got our boots, goggles and guns. The bastards want us to play naked."
"No way!" There was general agreement that they wouldn't play naked.
"I'll get our normal clothes," Steve said. A moment later I heard him walk out and try the door to the men's shower block whose outer room had both teams' street clothes.
"Fuck. It's locked. I'll find Greg or Kyle."
I heard his booted footsteps walking towards our office building. I peered round the corner of the building to catch the incongruous sight of him wearing boots and goggles with a white towel wrapped round his waist held shut with his right hand, striding over to the office.
"Greg? Kyle?" he shouted as he got to the door. He tried the door and found it unlocked. No sooner had he opened it than a senior leapt through the door, tackling him round the waist and bringing him to the ground and knocking the wind from him. The other three bundled out and almost immediately had him completely immobilised.
The guy who had tackled him sat on his legs facing his feet, while two others held down an arm each and the fourth, Chris, sat down hard on his stomach and stuffed a gag in his mouth. The guys on his arms looped two of the cable ties we used as cuffs around each wrist and then forced them together and tied them together with a third. Meanwhile the guy on his legs tied his boots together with a length of twine. Steve had about eighteen inches of slack between his feet. It was enough to walk but not to run or kick.
The whole operation had lasted fewer than fifteen seconds.
They stood up from him and dragged him to his feet by his hands. The towel fell away to the ground leaving him naked from his ankles to his eyes. Chris picked up the towel and they marched him off into the woods, with a man on each side firmly holding an arm.
Less than sixty seconds after he had emerged from the shower room, Steve was a prisoner. The juniors had lost their captain.
The suspense was wonderful. It was only two minutes later that the juniors started to worry, but it seemed like forever.
"Where is he?"
"He should be back by now."
"Oh shit. You don't think he's been grabbed, do you?"
"We'd have heard something."
"Yeah. He must be talking in the office."
"He'd be back by now, though."
And finally someone asked the critical question: "Who's going to look?"
I heard Doug say emphatically "Well, it's not going to be me," and there was chuckling. Presumably Doug, as the youngest, was the one without a towel.
I ran back to the woods to get a better view without being seen. Two young men, Trevor and Luke, wearing combat boots, white towels and goggles, carrying paint ball guns, emerged from the changing room, looking around cautiously.
Two sets of toned abs emerged from the top of the fluffy white towels. Two pairs of strong calf muscles honed by endless games of rugby showed below. All that stood in the way of a display of nakedness was a corner of a towel tucked in at the waist, and didn't they know it.
I love watching men walk around in towels. They walk gingerly, not daring to stretch any part of their bodies, knowing that a single false move will send their modesty tumbling around their ankles. There's a constant worry in their faces, scared that it might be them that bares all. It's really delicious.
As if to prove it they walked too quickly to the office causing one of them, Trevor, to lose his towel before he had covered five yards. He turned sharply to pick it up, flapping his four inch floppy dick as he did. They tugged on the door but the seniors had pulled it shut behind them, and the lock had clicked home. Luke lifted his hands level over his eyes to shade the sun out as he peered through the small glass panel in the door. As he lifted his arms up his waist narrowed and his towel slipped to the ground. He stooped to pick it up, pushing out his delicious bubble butt for me to gaze at. It was perfect sexual slapstick. All it needed was a comic soundtrack.
They moved to the back of the shower rooms to see if there was a window they could use to get into the men's changing rooms. There was only a wide, squat window for the shower room that can be opened to let steam out. It's about a foot high and starts about seven feet off the ground.
Luke got boosted up to the window, losing his towel in the process and put his upper body through by pushing one arm in, twisting the shoulders and then pulling through the other arm. He started to wriggle in, pushing off Trevor's clasped hands outside.
That was then I was joined by four seniors, including Adam and Craig, approaching silently through the woods. They had circled round the main buildings and were approaching from behind. They raised their guns and let off a salvo of paint balls. Trevor was hit multiple times, as was the wall he was standing by. They had aimed low, though, and Luke, half way through the window with his arse out on show and his dick and balls swinging in the air, was unhit.
Trevor didn't turn, but simply told them to go to hell.
"We're not playing until we get our clothes back. Hell, we're just not playing."
They ran up and two of the guys grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. Adam pulled the towel from Trevor's waist.
"Nor are we," he said.
Meanwhile, Luke was frantically trying to get in through the window. Craig just took hold of his ankles, lifted them high and spread them out. Luke could get no traction from outside now.
Trevor was frogmarched away by the two guys on his arms, ungagged and shouting and kicking. They had both his towel and Luke's. "Do we get points for these too?" one asked the other.
I could hear the consternation inside the adjacent ladies' changing room as the juniors realised what was happening.
As the seniors entered the woods they managed to cuff Trevor's arms together behind his back and then gag him. One of the seniors then returned to the struggling Luke while the other, with both towels over his shoulders, took Trevor off, past my hiding place, leading him by his cock.
The trees provided him with shielding as the juniors finally managed to get some people raised high enough to shoot through their window. The pellets didn't have much pressure behind them and Trevor's captor was never in serious danger.
The angles involved made it even harder for them to shoot at Craig outside. Besides, one of the seniors by Luke's window started firing in causing the juniors to take cover and ending their attack altogether.
Luke was not having a good time of his predicament. He was being held out flat, supported by his chest in the window and by Craig's hands on his ankles. The guy was holding his feet on his shoulders. This left Luke's cock and balls hanging loose and the other senior, Adam, was happily playing with them with one hand as his other kept a gun aimed at the juniors' window.
As the third guy rejoined them the fun really started.
He took one leg while Craig kept hold of the other. Then they walked apart a yard or so, spreading Luke's legs out wide. Each had a gun in the other hand covering the window. This let Luke's tormentor use both hands as he teased Luke's utterly helpless body. The theme of the torment was the question "how do Luke and Jimmy compare?"
"I think Luke's dick is slightly longer," Adam commented as he tugged on it slowly. Then he released it and stroked his hand back up its base to the scrotum. "Though I think Jimmy's balls are a bit bigger." He cupped Luke's hanging ball sac in his hand and softly squeezed. Luke wriggled as Adam did this, but it did no good.
"The obliques are good on both of them," he remarked as he lightly ran his fingers of both hands up and down both Luke's sides tickling him terribly. Luke started to thrash. "Main abs are excellent," he added as he moved one hand to tickle his front. I could hear Luke begging him to stop mixed with his laughter.
On the far side of our office clearing I saw some seniors preparing themselves on the far side, with a view on the front doors of the changing rooms. They had the juniors penned in as they couldn't come through the door without being picked off. On the other hand, they couldn't easily enter without the same happening to them. They did stop any rescue attempt for Luke, though.
Meanwhile Adam had moved round to stand behind him, staring straight into his spread arse. He started tickling the insides of Luke's thighs with his fingertip, moving them about at random between the knees and the arse itself. As the time went by he was spending more and more time near the tops of the legs and around the flesh between arse and sac.
I saw him lick the fingers on his right hand and then, while still stroking with his left he pushed his fingertip against Luke's hole. Luke went rigid.
Adam's response to this was to bend back his left hand's middle finger with his thumb and flick one of Luke's hanging balls. Luke jerked in shock and I heard his squeal through the window. However after tensing his body he relaxed it and this allowed Adam to push his right hand's middle finger into the hole. Once it was past the sphincter he could slowly - very slowly - twist and press it in. At the same time his left hand was stroking Luke's cock. He kept this up for a whole minute before his finger was all the way in. Luke could not control himself. His body was twisting with the feelings Adam was imposing and his moans of pleasure could just be heard across the clearing.
Curiously I could also hear activity in the ladies' changing room. Luke's plight was obviously driving his team mates to action.
Adam started taunting Luke verbally as well. "Oh you want to cum, don't you, kiddo?" He was clearly keeping Luke just on the edge. "How much do you want to cum?"
The zoom on my camera made out the clear drops of pre-cum leaking from Luke's teenage cock. He was very close but Adam was an expert at not letting him cross over to full blown orgasm.
"Beg. Tell me how much you want me to make you cum."
And Luke begged. His voice was breaking with tears but he begged.
"God yes, please let me cum! I need to shoot! Make me cum, make me cum, fuck, make me cum."
Adam let this continue for a bit and then withdrew his left hand altogether from Luke's cock and pulled his finger from Luke's hole. "Nah. We'll just take you prisoner."
He ignored Luke's cry of heat and despair and lifted Luke's torso slightly and then they moved him out of the window, pausing to let him get his arms free without dislocating his shoulders. Luke was completely limp and practically fell to the ground. His cock however was fully erect and twitching. They tied his wrists behind him in the usual fashion and pointed him at the opening to the path through the woods. Then they hooded him.
"Slap on the left butt cheek means turn right. Slap on the right cheek means turn left. Slap on the stomach means stop. Stinging nettles or brambles on the cock mean you've strayed off the path."
With those reassuring words Adam slapped him squarely in the middle of the arse and said "go!" Luke stumbled forwards off to his next fate, still dripping from his dick. Adam, Craig and friend followed him and disappeared into the woods in the same direction as Trevor had been taken.
It was about a minute later, though an age too late, that the juniors burst through the front door. And what an exit they achieved!
They had detached the frosted glass sliding door from between the shower room and the changing room. They were using it as a bulletproof (well, it stopped paint pellets, didn't it?) shield to crouch behind and fire over. They pushed out of the front door, with their makeshift shield vertical as they left and then rotated to be wide on once they could do that. They emerged from the door, slid around the wall and started making their way, backwards, to the rear of the building. They were hoping that it would give them cover to make a break for the woods themselves.
Crouching down and running around are not good for towels wrapped round waists. Four of them had the wit to wrap their towels round their shoulders before the charge, while the rest left a path of white towels behind them and Ricky even tripped over his falling towel and was grabbed by the pursuing mob of seniors.
As his former teammates ran off into the woods he had his arms grabbed and held wide apart. The seniors grabbed towels and started slapping him on all sides as he was marched off. Because his arms were held away from his body he was completely unable to defend himself and soon precision blows on his arse, cock and balls were leaving him in some considerable pain.
"I surrender! OK, you got me! Christ, please stop! Ow!"
His pleas for mercy went unanswered by the mob, many of whom had been flogged by him in the previous game. He was taken to a tree at the edge of the office clearing and had his wrists tied over one of its branches. One ankle was tied to a root near the trunk but the other leg was left free. I thought for a moment that they couldn't find a suitable other root for the free leg, but then I saw what they were planning.
One of them at a time would grab his free ankle in their left hand and lift his leg up above waist height. This split his legs wide and left the tender underside of his balls exposed for the towel whipping it got from the towel in the senior's right hand.
Soon he was screaming in pain. I was about to intercede when they stopped and David, one of the seniors, winked to his team mates where Ricky couldn't see him and then spoke.
"You want us to stop? Tell us where Steve is. Where's your captain and fellow torturer?"
Ricky had barely managed to get the words "I don't know" out of his mouth before the towel slapping started again. This time it focused on the rear of his arse, the wide, gaping crack formed by his spread legs and the hole itself. Again, soon he was incoherent with his pitiful begging for them to stop mixed with his whimpering from the pain. Ricky tensed his butt muscles but it only made a small change to the pain as the crack between them was still utterly vulnerable and tender.
When that particular senior's arm got tired he asked the same question.
"Where's Steve?"
Ricky started with "I don't know. We thought you..." and got no further.
The senior held his leg high and the next towel whipper started on his abs. I saw Ricky try to tense his abs against the pain as the whipping started. Then the guy holding his leg pulled off the boot and started to tickle the sole of Ricky's foot. Ricky twitched and this relaxed his front ready for the next blow. The junior was getting a serious taste of his own medicine.
Meanwhile I noticed that one of the seniors who had been particularly badly flogged by Ricky and Steve in the previous game was stripping the bark of a thin branch to create a wooden switch.
After a couple of minutes of towel slapping the question was posed again.
"Where's Steve?"
"We thought you had him!" Ricky shouted quickly.
"Oh we have him," explained David. "And if you can guess where we're keeping him we'll stop."
"What? That's not fair! That's not right."
He got no further as David grabbed his leg up with one hand and squeezed Ricky's tenderised balls with the other. "Fair's not playing any more."
David tugged the ankle up again and nodded to the guy with the switch behind Ricky who immediately started laying into his back with overarm swings slashing diagonally down Ricky's back.
Ricky started shouting out possible places where Steve might be. None seemed to be correct. "Your fort! Our fort! The office! The toilets!..." but the whipping carried on.
After a couple of minutes of this beating they stopped again. Ricky was just whispering now. "In a ditch. Tied to a tree. Hanging from a branch..."
The guy with the switch walked round to Ricky's front and started a few test swings through the air. David walked round to Ricky's rear and unzipped his uniform. A long, hard cock sprang out. Quietly he rolled a condom along its length and then stood just behind Ricky. He gave his rubbered cock a couple of strokes to get it fully firm and then as someone pulled Ricky's leg up again he put an arm round Ricky's waist and pressed in his cock. Ricky's leg was then pulled down again and finally tied to a root. David put his other arm under Ricky's arms and around Ricky's pecs to hold himself in. His fingers teased Ricky's nipples while the palm still give a firm massage to the muscles a a whole. But of course the real stimulation was below the waist where he was fucking Ricky with an almost leisurely rhythm. Then he moved his waist hand down, sliding it over Ricky's flaccid cock.
Slowly and gently, at least at first, he started to run his hand up and down Ricky's cock. Soon, the cock was hard and Ricky's voice was faltering as he tried to guess where Steve might be.
David moved his mouth next to Ricky's ear and told him the trouble he was in.
"If you cum before I do, Sammy is going to whip your front with his little twig and he's going to keep doing that until I do cum." He paused and smiled cruelly. "Perhaps I should have told you that before I got you leaking in the palm of my hand."
Ricky started pushing backwards and forwards with his arse, trying to grind David's cock to cum as fast as possible. Of course this just pushed his hand through David's palm more frequently and boosted the fucking he was getting himself.
In less than three minutes Ricky came. It was a fountain, shooting out and hitting Sammy opposite as he stood there with his switch. Sammy looked down at the cum dripping down his trouser leg and just said "big mistake, Ricky-my-boy".
"Just remember," David said. "It goes on until I cum or you guess where Steve is." Ricky tensed his butt muscles as he thrusted, trying with desperate urgency to make David cum. Then the first blow of the switch landed on his bare abs. He was pushed back on David's cock and the twitch his body gave with the pain extended to the arse.
Blow after blow landed; I lost count, honestly. Ricky had stopped trying to think of locations and was panting and begging for the whipping to stop. Then David gasped loudly and I saw the tell-tale muscle shakes of a glorious ejaculation. Sammy stopped the whipping.
David pulled out, panting. He pulled off the condom and tugged up his uniform. He walked round to Ricky's front. "Still reckon it was cool to flog us on the wall?"
"I'm sorry," gasped Ricky. "Please, I'm sorry."
"So where's Steve?"
"I DON'T KNOW!"
David held up his used condom. "Eat this, or we'll flog you again."
He ran his pinched fingers down it, holding it at one end and squeezing the cum into Ricky's mouth. Ricky swallowed.
Meanwhile, Sammy walked behind Ricky's tied body and unzipped. He pumped his cock a few times and rolled on another condom. Had these guys raided our entire stock?
He pressed his cock into Ricky's hole and pulled himself in, using his hand round Ricky's cock as a handle. "Same deal as before," he said. "But it should be easier for you not to cum so soon this time."
Then he started fucking Ricky's helpless body. After a few minutes David walked in front of him, but not with the switch this time. Instead, he held some nettles in his hand, with their stems wrapped in a broad leaf. "Where's Steve?"
"In his car? In his car boot? Tied to its roof rack? PLEASE DON"T!"
David started running the nettles down Ricky's tortured abs. Nettles don't hurt that much; they're nothing like the American poison ivy, but they do sting and the flesh was already tender.
Ricky was whimpering with the pain and begging them to stop. "I'll do anything!"
"We know you will, Ricky," David told him. "But you gagged me and tied me to a wall, poked my balls with sharp sticks and beat me. But I'm a nice guy, so I'll let you scream.
"Get your hand off his dick, Sammy."
He brought the nettles up to Ricky's towel-beaten red ball sac and stroked them from there forwards along the underside of Ricky's cock, ending by twirling them around the exposed glans. I slipped away as Ricky's screams filled the air.
I headed out the senior fort to see if they had taken any prisoners there. I had to admit I was puzzled about Steve's whereabouts as well. I had the definite feeling that if Ricky had guessed correctly then the beatings would have stopped.
My next stop was along the path. A group of four seniors were kneeling on a prone figure frantically struggling to get free. From the huddled mass came a sound of buzzing.
As I approached I could see it was Doug under the pile and he was being shaved. I even recognised the electric shaver; it was one from the lost property box in our office. Either they had picked it up when they were setting the trap for Steve or Kyle had given it to them. Doug was a young guy, the youngest of the junior team; he didn't have much body hair to start with. Now he had none. His pubes, his pits, and his thighs had all been shaved. Each of the four was sitting on a limb, and while one was shaving the others were slapping him open palmed, or pinching him. His skin was sensitive from having what little hair it had shaved off. Now it was getting tenderised further.
They turned him over and brushed the dirt from his body with sharp, stinging swipes of the hand. Then they ran the razor over the back of his body, arse and legs, though there was precious little hair to remove in the first place. One of them pulled his arse cheeks apart to let the razor go deep. I don't know how much hair was removed, but the vibration definitely didn't help poor Doug.
"Smooth as a baby," the shaver declared as he repocketed the evil device. "Little baby Duggie-Wuggie."
"Shame we can't baby oil him," one of them remarked to the others as they turned him back over to face up.
"There's some cheap olive oil we use for barbecues," I offered.
"Thanks, but the office is a bit out of our way," he answered. "I guess we could always use cum."
This was obviously planned in advance because, as one, they all unzipped their uniforms and pulled out their dicks. Then they started their circle jerk over the struggling Doug, protesting through the gag in his mouth. The sight of Doug covered in cum had been a thrill after the first game. I was definitely going to hang around to see it again.
"Aw, poor Duggie-Wuggie wants to join in. First person to cum gets to jerk him off too."
"Mmmppphhhh!" Doug - sorry, Duggie-Wuggie - wasn't happy about this proposal, but nobody really cared. Well, nobody who wasn't naked, held down and shaved from the neck down, that is.
After watching Luke get teased hanging from a window and Ricky tortured with towels and twigs, I was desperate to cum myself and, without really noticing it myself, started rubbing my hard shaft through the thick cloth of my uniform. One of the seniors noticed, though.
"Hey, Greg, want to join in? Add to the baby oil?"
I didn't need asking twice. I dropped to my knees between the two guys sitting on his widely spread legs and tugged down my zip. I'd barely got through a dozen strokes before I shot my load over Doug's baby-smooth dick, abs and chest.
"Been waiting a while for that, have you?" one of them joked with me. "Help yourself," he added, gesturing to the boy's dick.
I started to run my hand over it gently, letting my fingers tease the top of his dick head while the thumb kept a gentle, rotating movement going on his frenulum. He was rock hard in my hand almost instantly.
The guy to my right came next, spraying cum over the top of Doug's thigh and over the base of his dick. This gave me some useful lube so I smeared it up and down the shaft I was playing with.
I have some considerable experience with edging men, though I'm more used to them when they're tied to a tree rather than held down in front of me. I could see that he was on the edge so I pulled back.
"Now, now, Duggie-Wuggie," I told him. "It's rude to cum before your elders and betters."
There was laughter and one of the guys holding down an arm spurted wildly, almost like a fire hose. Cum went all over the kid's face, abs and upper chest. it mingled with mine in the navel.
"Second person to hit the bull's eye," I joked as I held the penis lightly and then blew gently over its tip. Doug's abs fluttered as his body hovered on the very edge of orgasm. The gag and goggles mask the face unfortunately, as I prefer to see the look of heat in their eyes and let them beg for me to finish, but I was only a guest at this particular show.
"How long can you keep him like that?" the arm guy asked.
"Long enough to let you all cum first," I replied.
By now pre-cum was dribbling more or less continuously from the slit. I used a spare finger to carefully wipe it round the cock head, not letting the sensations ever get enough to let him cum.
The other arm wanker came next, a couple of minutes later. His spray was a single, dramatic burst, with almost no follow up. A single rope of creamy goodness launched through the air over the prone form of our sex toy. It seemed to almost hover in mid air before coming down again to form a line running from the nipple down to the opposite side's hip. It missed the navel by an inch.
"Ah-ha! Missed!" cried the guy who had hit the navel along with me. "Near misses only count with hand grenades and nukes."
Now that their arms were free, the arm guys started tickling poor Duggy-Wuggy's arm pits and sides. I slowed my wanking even more to allow for this extra sensation. When he went, it was going to be spectacular.
"Come on, George," they prompted the other leg man who was still jerking furiously.
"I don't usually shoot more than once a day," he mumbled.
"I'm in no rush," I reassured him. Everyone laughed except the target of all our ejaculations, of course. Seeing him covered in cum was even better the second time around and my cock was hardening again and waving in the air for all to see as I'd not bothered to zip up my clothes. My edging him had caused him to sweat from head to foot and his body was covered in a fine sheen of his perspiration. I was pleased as it could help dilute the cum and spread it more finely over his body.
I noticed that none of them had rezipped either. All three of them were idly stroking their hard ons. I'm not sure they even knew they were doing it. As every teenage boy knows from his first circle jerk, there's a male bonding that takes place under these circumstances that you'll never read about in any team building guide. It's powerful and it was deep. I was part of the team without a word being spoken.
Finally, after what seemed like an age, the fourth guy shot his load. It wasn't a huge amount and it barely made it over his closed fist. But a fifth load of cum faithfully landed on Doug's body.
I took my hand away from Doug's cock. "So? Does Duggie-Wuggie get to cum or just suffer in denial?"
"Make him cum." There was unanimous support for a sixth load to be added to the mix.
"Dick or prostate?" I asked. Now this question confused them. "Let me show you," I offered.
I took my pre-cum slicked middle finger and pushed it in Doug's hole. I used the other hand to raise his hard cock to 45 degrees to get best distance covered. I had scarcely touched his prostate when his body, already shaking from the effects of nearly fifteen minutes of edging, bucked and reared and nearly threw off his captors. His cock shot a massively powerful jet of cum straight over his body, landing in a long stripe running from his navel, up his abs, through the valley between his pecs, up his neck, chin and face. The final drops had reached his hair.
"Woo hoo!" There were whoops from the guys around me.
"There's more," I assured them as I massaged his prostate a bit more. Doug jerked his body up again and a second, much smaller shot of cum was launched onto his abs.
"Should be able to get a third," I predicted. I started to twist my finger left and right and a third spasm rocked his young, firm body and a small drop of cum came shooting out.
"He's probably running on empty now," I told them. "Won't take long to make sure." And, indeed, within a minute I had a fourth orgasm out of Doug from rubbing his pleasure nut. No cum came this time, though clearly it was uncomfortable for him to be in the throes of an orgasm with no pressure relief.
One of them looked down at Doug. "I reckon we've got just about enough," he said. He lent forwards and started smearing the six men's cum over Doug's stretched body. We all joined in; the scene was just too hot to resist. We ran the flats of our hands over his taut muscles. Instead of massage oil or baby oil, or even olive oil, we had a heady mixture of cum and sweat. We spread the mixture across his neck, his shoulders and pecs, his abs, quietly thrilling at the strong muscle directly beneath the greased and slightly sticky elastic skin. Wherever it started to run a bit think and sticky we spat our saliva into the mix to water it down. We ran it down his flanks, over the tops of his thighs and arms, and I took particular pleasure running my closed, slick fist over his cock, bringing it back to full hardness.
Of course, now our hands were covered in the mix too.
The guys on the arms nodded to each other and grabbed his arms with theirs. Their grip wasn't perfect, given how slippery everything was but they still managed to pull him up to a sitting position with his arms twisted behind his back. It helped that Doug wasn't really in a state to resist. The physical fatigue from his struggles as he was shaved followed by his four orgasms, and the mental fatigue from his utter humiliation combined to create a pliable boy.
"Greg, there's some ties in my left pocket," George told me.
I reached in, taking the chance to tug down his uniform a bit more. His dripping cock was quivering with the tension and I wanted a good look at it. I walked behind Doug and tied his wrists in place. I suppose I shouldn't have been so explicitly helping one side but I think we were a bit beyond the fine details like that by now.
They planted their hands under his arm pits and hoisted him to his feet. He was wobbly and unsteady on his feet but so long as he could stand they were happy.
"Hold still," they told him. Then we all wiped our hands clean on his back, rubbing them down his broad shoulders, letting the fingers run through the small of his back, feeling his muscles clench as we touched the top of his arse crack. I ran my palms down his near-spherical buttocks and down the thighs to his knees and calves. I took the opportunity to kick his legs apart and to run a greasy finger down his crack and finger his rim one more time. We hadn't had the chance to rub our massage oil into his arms and legs except near the torso, so we covered them too.
Under the cum and sweat combo, Doug was a brilliant shade of red. As we stepped back to admire our handiwork his head dropped and he started to sob into his gag.
George tugged the gag from Doug's mouth. A ragged, raspy sob escaped his lips. Perhaps he might have said something but George gave a sharp kick to the back of his knees. He dropped to a kneel and George pushed his cock into Doug's mouth.
"Our dicks need to be wiped clean too, Duggie-Wuggie."
Doug had no resistance left in him. Without a murmur he opened his mouth and took George's cock in.
"Oh no, Duggy-Wuggy, no lips, no sucking. I want you to lick it clean with just your tongue. I want you to taste every lick." Doug started to lap at George's shaft with long sensuous strokes with the flat of his tongue.
As he was finishing up, George told him to use the tip of his tongue "to get at every last nook and cranny." It was while Doug had the tip of his tongue tickling George's piss slit that George shot his next load. It was a small shot but it dribbled over Doug's nose. George didn't say anything; he just let Doug finish cleaning the fresh cum off the cock head and then zipped up his clothes.
The other three took their turns next. Each had Doug lick the cum from their cocks and spurted a little more on Doug's face in the process. There seemed to be some competition as to how much cum could be dumped on their second shots. One guy had managed to get a couple of drops on Doug's goggles and was in the lead by the time it was my turn.
I let Doug lick my cock. I'd been rubbing it for a while already - who wouldn't with this going on - and I had to make a conscious effort not to cum too soon. Doug had fallen into a routine and ended by licking the piss slit with the tip of his tongue. This was the second time he had licked my dick clean and he had already improved dramatically with the practice he had been getting that afternoon. However, I was just able to hold back my imminent orgasm to pull my cock away from his head a few critical interests and shoot a small jet of cum straight onto his forehead and hair.
There was a cheer and I was declared the winner. For my "winnings" I was asked to rub in the recent additions.
A sizable droplet of it was hanging from his hair just above the goggles so I pulled out my camera and took a bunch of high quality snaps of the cum-drenched Doug, kneeling naked in front of the four sperm donors. I don't know how it was possible but his blush intensified.
Then I rubbed in the cum, mostly up into his hair, which hadn't been soaked yet. When I was done I offered my hands to Doug and he licked the palms clean, his tongue rasping over the rough surface of my hands, so different to the smooth cocks he had been used to up to then. Finally I pushed my fingers into his mouth, one at a time and had him suck them clean. "Good practice for the future," I told him to laughter from the seniors.
It occurred to me that we had been making a classic mistake that the juniors previously would have exploited. All our attention was focused inwards on the naked, humiliated, cum-dump victim. We hadn't posted guards and we hadn't kept an eye out for any enemy. If Steve had been running the juniors, or if they had anyone capable of coordinating them, we would have been picked off while we were distracted, I'm sure.
I checked my watch. There were about ten minutes left of the game, but I could stretch that if I wanted to; nobody except Kyle and I were wearing watches.
I tagged along with the four guys who had so thoroughly crushed Doug as we walked back to their fort.
When we arrived back at their fort I discovered why they hadn't been worried. A dozen blindfolded juniors were lying on the ground in a circle. Each had the dick of the guy in front in his mouth. Without Steve's leadership the junior team had collapsed.
Craig came over to explain the rules.
"When a guy gets the next one to cum we pull them both out. Guy who cums is a loser and gets fucked. Guy who sucked him is a winner and gets to do the fucking."
We tied Doug under a branch with his hands high so he couldn't wipe off any cum and started pacing the circle with the other seniors. The dozen "players" were all frantically sucking dick. Finally Luke came and Jimmy who had been sucking him got a mouthful. Craig shouted "stop!" and they all released the dicks they had been sucking.
The winner and loser were split off and the loser slung over a narrow fallen tree trunk running horizontally at waist height. His wrists were retied to the corresponding ankles and then the ankles allowed to part. He was tied over the tree, almost completely immobilised but still able to spread his legs for the cock about to invade his guts. He was gagged. I was guessing that Jimmy didn't know that he had been sucking his brother's dick again and that he was about to fuck him.
Jimmy was then tied in place. His ankles were tied to his brother's and the ties round his wrists tied together in front of his brother's body. Craig teased his cock slightly and rolled a condom onto it, none too gently if the winces on Jimmy's face were to be believed.
"OK, Jimmy, start fucking Trevor," Craig told him.
Luke stiffened, suddenly aware that he was about to be fucked by his own family.
"Think of it as a chance to get your own back for how he abandoned your brother in the window," Craig added.
Luke started to struggle, but Jimmy obviously wanted to pay Trevor back for whatever lie must have been told to him earlier. Ignoring the desperate resistance of the youth tied under him, he pressed in, roughly forcing his cock past the sphincter and into Luke's reluctant arse hole. Jimmy started pumping away.
"I'll teach you to desert my big brother, you son of a bitch," he whispered in the ear he thought was Trevor's. Luke's gag held tight and couldn't make himself heard. Jimmy got into a rhythm and started pounding away.
I got out my camera again and took a whole bunch of photos.
The circle had been shrunk by the simple act of picking up the players and putting them down again in a smaller circle. Each was tied at the wrists and ankles so couldn't resist. I noticed that they were turned round so they were now sucking the cock of the man who had just been sucking them.
I started taking pictures of this too and soon another pair came and were removed for fucking. Over the course of the next fifteen minutes the circle slowly closed down to the last pair sixty-nining and finally all of them over the tree, fucking or being fucked. In all cases the fucker and fuckee were both gagged to stop them alerting Jimmy about how he had been tricked.
They were all facing in the same direction. The trunk of the tree was flexible enough to carry the movement from one thrusting teen to the next. Because of this they fell into a common rhythm, all pushing together, all pulling together.
On one side I could see six pairs of buttocks all tensing in unison, each cupping in on the sides as the muscles contracted. I could see six pairs of shoulders bulging at the same time as the arms around their partners were pulled close to force the body down. Six pairs of inner thighs tensed and pushed in and a set of six outer thighs were pushed apart as six cocks were driven home.
Adam patrolled the wild rutting with a flexible wooden "cane" in his hand. If he felt any of the fuckers weren't putting their backs into it they would get a smack across the buttocks to encourage them.
The common pace was increased as more of the fuckers came close to cumming. Jimmy came first, crying out with raw pleasure as he shot his load into his older brother's arse. This was the stimulus for another fucker and then another and so on. Within sixty seconds of Jimmy cumming, all six had cum. They collapsed exhausted, letting their bellies lie on the backs of their unwilling hosts.
Craig came up behind them. "Don't you dare pull out," he cautioned them, "unless you want twenty-plus whacks.
Geoff took a position opposite Craig at the far end of the fallen trunk from Jimmy and Luke. Craig pressed his body through his uniform against the fucker's arse and back, standing between the thighs to keep them apart. Geoff stood close on the other side with his groin pressed firmly against the fuckee's face. Then they nodded to each other and pulled off the blindfold hoods and gags.
Knowing who you've been fucking has a great emotional resonance and the guy who had been fairly steady up to now started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the fucker repeated whispering into his victim's ear. "It's OK, 's OK," the other reassured him.
Craig and Geoff moved down to the next pair and repeated the unveiling of top and bottom. Again there was an emotional collapse. They proceeded down the line, cautioning Trevor to be particularly quiet as they removed his gag.
Finally they arrived at Jimmy on top of Luke and here their pattern changed. They both dropped their uniforms and Geoff bitch slapped Luke's face with his hard dick a few times. He pulled Luke's gag out and, as Luke opened his mouth to shout to his brother, Geoff pushed his cock in. He grabbed Luke's head firmly and removed the hood while not letting Luke pull back. When he was happy that Luke was still effectively gagged, albeit with flesh rather than cloth, he nodded to Craig.
Craig rolled a condom over his massive dick and pressed the tip against Jimmy's hole. Reaching down he grabbed the pairs of thighs on each side and roughly pulled them as far apart as he could get them. The he pushed steadily and firmly into Jimmy. Jimmy squealed with the pain and Luke struggled for a moment, either in sympathy for his brother's plight or because Jimmy's cock must have been pushed into him harder. Craig pushed and pulled a dozen times or so to get comfortable in Jimmy's arse and then let him see what he had been doing. He pulled off the gag with a flourish and Jimmy blinked a few times in the light but then saw exactly who he had his dick in.
Jimmy wailed with horror and tried to pull out, but Craig was pushing him forwards from his own arse and Geoff was stopping Luke from sliding forwards. The two brothers were pinned together. Worse, Craig was getting into his stride fucking Jimmy and this was clearly forcing Jimmy to fuck Luke too. Luke couldn't protest and whenever Jimmy tried to Craig simply covered his mouth with a large black hand.
Meanwhile Adam was still patrolling the other five so they couldn't withdraw either. His preferred torment seemed to be to probe the free hole with a finger and then stick it in one mouth or the other to have it licked clean. He would lean over and move the dirty finger between the two mouths a couple of times teasing both guys before selecting one or the other to perform the cleaning chore.
Craig's pace picked up and after a few minutes shuddered as he came. He let out a lion's roar as he did and almost grabbed hold of Luke's waist and pounded himself down a couple of last times. I think Jimmy was actually winded by this.
I was transfixed by the sight of the six pairs of arses facing me from the trunk. Craig, Geoff and Adam all walked away laughing and the boys were unplugging themselves and weeping at the shame of what they had done. I was about to approach to join in with the taunting but I was distracted by the sight of David arriving at the fort with Ricky slung over his shoulder, arse forwards.
Ricky's arse was a mess. No end of red welts ran across it horizontally and they were crossed by diagonal strokes running down from his back. David had really done a number on him. David dumped him at Doug's feet where he curled up into fetal position and shook.
Twelve boys over the trunk, one hanging from a tree in a second skin of dried cum and sweat, and the last one flogged and trembling on the ground made fourteen. There were also fourteen seniors there. The only people missing were Dave, Steve and Kyle. I blew my whistle hard to signal the end of the game. Kyle would come to the sound and I might find out what was happening with those three.
"Fifteen prisoners, fifteen uniforms makes thirty points. Seniors win the game and the afternoon overall fifty-seven to twenty-five, a margin of thirty-two points."
The seniors cheered. The juniors were too emotionally wrecked to protest about the dirty tricks in the last game.
"Did I hear we won by thirty-two points?" Pete asked as he and Kyle jogged into view.
"Yes," I said. "But we're still missing their captain."
"Ah yes," he relied, smirking. I noticed Kyle couldn't wipe the grin off his face either.
"Prepare the prisoners for transport," he instructed his team. "It's time they were reunited with their Captain."
Where the hell was Steve?