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TRAIL TROUBLES.
"Marcus! There's someone camping down there!"
Through the trees they could see part of the tent. This was a surprise because the overgrown trail they'd been following for the last 20 minutes wasn't even shown on the walking maps. The sign at the top said it was closed but they'd taken no notice of that because they thought it might lead down to the beach. Marcus stopped suddenly and said in a low voice.
"Hell! Look at that!"
They moved to one side, peered through some branches and stared at two guys standing in the nude.
"Well! I'm not going down there now! God! They're poofs!"
The two guys had just hugged each other and were now walking towards the beach.
"Damn them! They've wrecked it for us! We'll have to climb all the way up again!"
Dump your pack and watch to see what they're doing!"
Peter shrugged his pack off and they sneaked to the bend in the trail.
"Flaming poofters! Stay here and keep a lookout Peter!"
For a few minutes Peter watched nervously till Marcus beckoned him back. The place looked a shambles. Marcus had tipped food on the ground, thrown clothes everywhere and the tent was collapsed in a heap. In big letters he'd scratched on the ground, 'POOFS'. Peter's eyes bugged at the sight then he caught a can of beer that Marcus tossed to him.
"Courtesy of the poofters! Quick! Let's get out of here! I think I broke something in the tent! They made good time up the steep track and 25 minutes later they'd almost reached the top, when two guys appeared ahead of them.
"More people! This is meant to be wilderness!"
"Marcus! Don't say anything! Maybe they know each other!"
The two guys dumped their packs and waited as Peter and Marcus approached. They must want to have a talk?
"Hi there! Does this track go right down to the beach?"
"Yes! But it's fairly steep and overgrown!"
"Did you see anyone down there?"
"No!"
"No one at all?"
There was something funny in the tone of the guy's voice and Peter hesitated for a moment before saying no again. He didn't know what hit him. In two seconds he was pushed on his back. He felt like a beetle, trying to get up with his loaded pack and then he felt a knee against his balls.
"Put your hands together!"
Peter looked up in total shock and then some extra pressure from the knee made him put his hands out. Fear built as he watched them being tied, then the guy stood up, and as Peter was pulled to his feet he saw that Marcus had been treated the same way.
"What? What's happening?"
"Just stand still!"
The guy who looked to be about 23, felt the side pockets on Peter's rucksack, opened one and took out a can of beer.
"Where did you get this?"
Marcus answered.
"At a pub in the city!"
"Wrong answer Precious! It's a boutique brand and there's only one outlet!"
The dark haired guy who'd tied Peter up pulled out a mobile phone and started pressing the numbers.
" You didn't think about these gadgets did you?
Tony! Yes! We've got them! They still had the cans! Has much been wrecked? Right! We're bringing them down! See you!
Tony's dying to meet you but he sure doesn't sound very happy!"
As they moved back down the Trail Peter's stomach tightened and churned. This was getting very scary. He thought of trying to escape of course, but it just wasn't possible. With his hand tied like this, there was no way to get his backpack of. They reach the clearing and saw that nothing had been tidied up and the two guys waiting there still weren't wearing anything. One was tall with blond hair and Peter thought he looked like someone out of a muscle magazine. The two guys who'd caught them, dumped their packs and then everyone looked at the tall guy.
"Which one of you smart asses did this?"
Peter didn't want Marcus to take all the blame so he said.
"We both did!"
"And what was your reason?"
Peter watched Marcus fire at a bit.
"You can't do this to us! If you don't let us go we'll have the police onto you when we get out of here!"
The tall guy looked at him and for a moment Peter thought Marcus was going to get his head punched in.
"Put a sock in his mouth!"
Peter watched in total shock as Marcus was pushed on his back, his runners and socks taken off, pulled to his feet again and his socks stuffed in his mouth.
"Police! He wrecks the tent, spoils the food, breaks equipment, throws our clothes everywhere, steals from us, and then he wants the police to help him. He must be a mummy's boy! Where's the phone Sean?"
The dark haired one who'd tied Peter up passed his phone over.
"Who are you going to ring Tony?"
"His mummy of course! What are your names?
The dark haired one answered.
"He's Marcus and this one's Peter! That's what's on their packs anyhow!"
Tony pressed a couple of buttons and carried on.
"Hello! Is that Marcus's mummy? Your little boy has been naughty and he wants you to help him! What's the been doing? Oh! Just stealing and vandalising and being insulting. What? Spank his bottom and teach him a lesson! Okay!"
This got laughs all-round from the other three.
"Well! Peter! Maybe you'll answer properly! Why did you do all this?"
" Ah! We were annoyed because you took our campsite!"
"But there's tons of room! And why call us poofs?"
"Ah! Because you didn't have any clothes on and we saw you hug each other!"
"I don't believe I'm hearing this! Take yours off then!"
Peter looked at him in disbelief.
"Go on! Both of you! It's your choice! Take them off yourself or we'll rip them off! Barry! Let him take the socks out, but if he gets smart-aleck again we'll tie them in!"
This guy was too scary for Peter. It was awkward with his hands tied and wearing his pack, but he managed his shorts and very nervously, his jocks. Marcus, looking quiet and scared now, did the same.
"Shirts too!"
"But we can't!"
"Well Peter! If we untie your hands will you run away?"
"No!"
"What about you Marcus? Will you run back to mummy?"
"No!"
It was a relief to be untied but without his shirt Peter felt very vulnerable.
"Look at this! Two nude guys! Now hug each other!"
Marcus didn't move but Peter was worried about what would happen, so he wrapped his arms around Marcus and said softly.
"Do it Marcus! I think it will be worse if we don't!"
"Hey look! Two nude guys hugging each other! They're poofs!"
Peter moved apart then saw an annoyed look on Tony's face.
"I thought you were the smart one Peter! I didn't tell you to stop! Yes! That's better! Hey! Sean and Barry! Aren't you overdressed? Why don't you join the party?"
Peter watched them grin at each other and strip. Tony laughed.
"Now we've got six nude guys and two poofters. Let's all hug and then we're equal! Peter! You're first!"
He made a dramatic gesture with open arms and Peter nervously walked over to him. It was embarrassing enough with Marcus let alone someone he didn't know.
Powerful arms wrapped around and lifted him off the ground and he heard Tony's voice.
"Do everything exactly as I say! Understand? Now! Hug me back and do the same with the others! I'll be watching!"
Peter hugged back as he was told and wondered at the strength he could feel in Tony's chest and back.
Tony sent him to Sean next and he got flustered at his greeting.
"Hi Gorgeous! This is a nicer way to meet isn't it?"
He held his arms low round Peter's back and pressed their groins together. God! This couldn't be happening.
"Very nice Peter! Now you do the same back to me! Three times so I know you mean it! I don't let you go till you've done it well enough!"
His heart beating hard, Peter pushed himself forward three times and tried to get free. Sean had muscles like iron too, and once again Peter was held easily. He heard a soft voice in his ear.
"Do exactly what Tony's says! I don't want you to get hurt! Okay!"
Peter nodded then Sean went on in his normal voice.
"Got a nice little package have we?"
Peter jerked and jumped as one of Sean's hands reached between them and groped his balls.
" Frisky too!"
He let Peter go and the other two gave him ordinary hugs. Marcus went through the same treatment and Peter watched when Sean's hands pulled them close together. Tony was very pleased with this and laughed that now there were six poofters.
"Okay! Marcus and Peter! It's time for your spanking!"
Was he really serious? The way the others had laughed before had made Peter think it was a kind of joke. Tony held up his big hand.
"Take your choice! 10 from each other or 20 from me!"
They'd have to spank each other? One look at Tony's hand decided Peter on Marcus, and Marcus quickly nodded back at Peter.
"Hold your ankles Marcus! You don't have to hurt him Peter but no little love pats either! We might get the wrong idea and I'll have to start you all over! Away you go!"
This was awful. If he was too soft Marcus would get it all again, and if he was too hard they'd both be hurt.
"Spanky Spanky!"
Peter looked up at the affected voice. It was Sean again and he clapped his hands several times at a certain level. With great relief Peter realised he was being helped, and imitated the level as best he could. Marcus was allowed to stand up while Tony made a comment about him not needing his mummy after all and then it was Peter's turn. When it was finished Sean made everyone laugh with his comments about the lovely rosy cheeks and Tony told them they'd have the same every time they did something wrong.
"Hold each other's hand you two! Now! How long are you hiking for?"
The quicker they were out of this is the better thought Peter.
"We're getting picked up tomorrow!"
"And how old are you Peter?"
"18!"
"Marcus?"
"19!"
"Have you got any jobs? Or aren't you old enough?"
Peter answered first.
"I'm an apprentice electrician!"
"And I work in a supermarket!"
"So you're old enough to act like adults!"
He pointed at the mess.
"Now go and fix all that up! As good as we had it before!"
Peter and Marcus headed for the mess. They started by picking up all the clothing and then the food, some of which they could save, but the rest they had to put in a plastic bag to throw out. Peter's heart raced when they found a small camera with drink spilled all over it.
"Hell! This is bad Peter! What are we going to do? That big guy is really scary! He loses his temper over just about anything! We'll have to tell him or it will be worse when he finds out!"
"I know! I thought he was going to punch your face in when you talked about the cops! I don't think there's anything we can do! They've been watching us so closely!"
"Do you think they're going to rape us or something? This no clothes stuff is pretty weird and that Sean guy sounds really queer! He called you Gorgeous all time!"
They started fixing the tent but the couldn't do it properly because Marcus had thrown the pegs in the bush and they couldn't find half of them.
"Peter they're looking in our packs!"
"I know! But we can't stop them can we! That Tony bloke is like someone out of a muscle magazine!"
They had to tell Tony there weren't enough pegs.
"Use the ones from your own tent then!"
Peter wasn't game to ask where he and Marcus were going to sleep. The tent was a large four-man one and it used most of their pegs. When they checked inside they found a lantern that had broken.
"Peter and Marcus! Get over here!"
Peter jumped around at the sound of Tony's voice. What had happened? He was angry again.
"Grab your ankles Peter! Right! Go ahead Marcus!
Peter's backside was warm and stinging when Marcus finished.
"That's for lying about getting picked up tomorrow! You're so organised Peter! Food packets labelled day one, day two, day three and a day four, and here are some car keys! Are you getting picked up or not?"
It had seemed like a good idea before, but Peter wasn't going to lie again.
"No! They're for my car, and we planned on four days plus another one for emergencies!"
"That's better! Now Marcus! It's your turn to grab your ankles! You let Peter tell us a lie, so that's nearly the same thing!"
" Ah! We're sorry Tony but we want to tell you that we've broken a lantern and there's a camera that might be damaged. We'll pay you for them!"
Four faces stared at them and then Duane raced over to look at the camera.
"You'll pay for it all right!"
Sean said something to Tony which brought a smile back to his face. Tony held up the keys and Peter saw he also had his wallet with his driver's license and credit cards as well as some of Marcus's stuff.
"Duane! Grab a plastic bag and take these down to the beach. Bury them in the sand, but remember the spot very carefully!"
Duane went off on his mission and Peter's heart sank. They were really stuck here now. Tony checked the tent and looked pleased.
"You've put it up well! Good! We can relax! Now listen carefully! Since you two have such an attitude about poofs you're going to spend the next few days being a couple yourselves!
Here's your first rule! For the rest of the day you have to hold each other's cock, unless we tell you to do something else!"
If he was looking for a big reaction then he must have been pleased, because Peter and Marcus just stared at him.
"Come on! It's your choice! Hold each other or it'll be me and Sean instead!"
Sean walked over to Peter and flipped his cock.
"Come on Gorgeous! I'm dying to get hold of this little pet!"
Peter jumped away and towards Marcus in panic and they quickly grabbed each other. To add to the embarrassment, Barry had a different camera and out, and was taking photos.
"That's it! And make sure you keep a good hold, because if we see you letting go we'll have to show you how to do it properly!"
Peter changed his tentative grasp to a more secure one and felt Marcus do the same, which was very disconcerting and rather uncomfortable. When Duane returned there was a short discussion.
"Okay! It's four o' clock and half the afternoon's gone! We're spending the next couple of hours at the beach!"
It was about 50 metres along the trail to reach the beach. Peter and Marcus, obviously, had to walk next to each other, but the trail was mostly only wide enough for one and they had to concentrate hard to keep together. Nearly at the beach Peter heard Marcus's whisper.
"I'm sorry Peter! I can't help it!"
"What'll we do? "
"Don't let go please! I don't want that Tony holding me like this!"
The tube of flesh in Peter's hand was now stiff and standing up by itself and when the group reached the open sand this became very obvious.
"Hey Tony! Little Marcus is showing off for us!"
"Well look at that! Down to the water and back both of you! Jogging! But remember! We're watching!"
Peter felt himself tightening as well now, and by the time they reached the water he was stiff. When they got back he was rampant. God! They were all staring at him.
"Well how's that for a couple of phobes? Okay! Put your hands behind your head!"
Strangely, Peter wanted Marcus to keep holding him. Without his hand there, he would be more obvious to the prying eyes. Peter moved his hands behind his head and Sean's voice rang out.
"Well! Our two little soldiers are standing at attention, except one looks more like a sergeant. Let me have a look! Peter! You naughty boy! You've been taking growth hormones! Tony! I'm worried these tender little pets might get sunburnt! Shouldn't we put some sunblock on them?"
Everyone laughed! Except Peter and Marcus.
"Now Sean! Restrain yourself! We always give them the option!"
He took a tube of sunblock from his day pack and looked at Peter and Marcus.
"Put your hand out if you're helping each other, otherwise we'll do it for you!"
Both hands went out and Peter watched a large dollop of cream squeezed from the tube.
"Now! It's a nice slow rhythm! Up! Down! Then right around each other's balls! It needs to be rubbed in well, so we'll try it 20 times! Away you go!"
Peter felt Marcus's hand spread the slippery cream then started his movement. God! The slippery stuff made the feelings strong. He spread the cream on Marcus and started his own movements. When he reached a count of 15 he saw that Marcus was acting on automatic with his eyes closed and breathing funny, with his mouth half open. Barry had the camera focused on both of them. Peter hung on tight to his feelings, finished his counting and stopped. Marcus immediately stopped and looked at Peter.
"Good! Now remember! Don't let go unless we tell you!"
Peter wondered how long he'd be able to cope with Marcus's hand on his boner, especially with the cream, but as soon as they reached the water they were told they could let go. For the next hour he actually enjoyed himself. He had to get used to the feeling of swimming nude, but the waves were so much fun that for a while he forgot about their situation. Sean spent a lot of the time with Peter and Marcus, teaching them to body surf when he saw them trying to copy the others. Peter got the hang of it and before too long he was shouting with excitement when his body was flung forward and he shot down the face of the wave. The holding rule was back as soon as they got out of the water and Peter felt fairly silly as for half an hour everyone sat, or lay in the sun soaking up its afternoon warmth.
He was all right for while but as his body warmed up he could feel the pressure from Marcus's hand start to affect him. Once again Marcus was affected even sooner, but eventually they both had boner's again. After about five minutes Peter subsided till he just felt kind of thick. At least they didn't have to move around. The restful time ended when Tony said it was time for some exercise. Exercise? They'd been walking half the day and swimming for an hour! How much did he want?
"We'll check Peter and Marcus out first!"
He drew a line in the hard sand near the water and told them there would be a penalty for the loser.
"Walk down to that piece of driftwood and take it about another 20 metres. I'll put my hand up where I want you to stop. When you see my hand drop again you're racing, and you can let go of each other now."
Peter knew he was much faster than Marcus and when they raced he held back so that they didn't finish too far apart. When they walked back to Tony he wasn't looking to pleased.
"You lost Peter! Why didn't you try your hardest like Marcus did?"
"Ah! I didn't want him to look too slow!"
"I see! Well that's not so bad, but you get a real penalty for not trying. Hold your ankles! Marcus! You can make it half this time because Peter thought he was helping you!"
When Peter had had his five spanks Tony made them do press ups. Peter conked out at 23, while Marcus continued to 37.
"That's better! You both tried this time so you lose Peter! You can be Sean's seat while we're exercising!"
"Lovely! Come on Gorgeous! I've been waiting to get my hands on you!"
Everyone watched to see what would happen. Peter had to kneel on all fours and Sean sat on his back. He faced backwards though, and started fondling Peter's buttocks.
"This is so delicious! And they're warm and blushing for me too! You can lose whenever you like Peter!"
Peter and Marcus watched while the four guys did press ups. They all stopped at 50 except for Tony who went to 80.
"Marcus! Who do you want to challenge for your next sprint?"
" Duane!"
Marcus lost and it he was his turn to be a seat for Sean.
"Okay Peter! Who will it be for you?"
Peter chose Sean because he thought he might be the slowest one left, and couldn't believe it when Sean beat him by miles. Tony was impressed though.
"That's great Peter! It's too bad you picked the fastest of us all! What do you want him to do this time Sean?"
"Well! I'd just love a back rub but I know there's not enough time to that! A nice friendly hug will do instead!"
It was a case of another prolonged hug and another prolonged grope of Peter's balls, while Sean carried on about how Gorgeous Gorgeous was. In the middle of it all he spoke softly.
"Keep trying all the time Peter! Tony hates it when people give up!"
Tony led the way and they jogged along the beach for a while then stopped at a long, steep, sand dune. Tony formed two teams, Marcus with himself and Duane, and for the next 15 minutes everyone kept running to the top and back again in a relay. It was the hardest running Peter had ever done in his life. His first two goes he managed not to stop, but with the soft sand and steep slope he couldn't keep it up. He kept trying though, with his heart racing each time. The return trip was an all-out race. Sean left everyone behind but Peter was pleased with himself for coming second, till he had to slow down, and first Barry, then Tony and Wayne all passed him. Marcus was way behind. Exercise time was over and they made their way back to camp. Duane and Sean were in charge of the food. They checked through Peter and Marcus's supplies and used some of them to make a community meal, with a selection of different things. It was much nicer than the food Peter and Marcus would have had by themselves. They realised it was their job to help out with all the general chores, and had to fetch freshwater from the little creek, start a campfire going and to do all the cleaning after the meal. Tony and the others had washed themselves while Peter and Marcus were cleaning up and now he said it was their turn.
"Okay! It's your option again! Are you going to wash each other, or will we do it for you? Marcus! You first! Start at the top and wash every part of Peter's body! Just rinse his hair then use the soap for the rest!"
Peter felt Marcus's hands working their way all over him, with lots of advice from the four guys. Sean stopped him when he reached Peter's midsection.
"Now Marcus! You have to take extra care here because we don't want any smelly butts or balls! Soap him up well first then wash him the same way you put the sunblock on! Twenty times again, and the same for his butt!"
Oh God! Not this 20 times stuff again. At least he didn't have a boner to start with. Peter kept a careful count in case Marcus didn't and he lasted halfway through before he was putting on his full show. 18, 19, 20! Jeez! He was hard! Thank God that was finished! It wasn't though because washing all the soap off took more time. Marcus did his same trick of reacting sooner than Peter and just getting the water and soap to lather was enough to start him off. By the Count of 10 he felt like a steel rod. Peter lightened his touch but Tony's sharp eye noticed.
"Properly Peter, or you'll have to start again!"
By 15 Marcus had gone into his afternoon mode with his eyes closed and his mouth partly open. When he started breathing faster Peter thought he was going to blow for sure, but he didn't and when Peter's hands stopped he opened his eyes and let out a big breath. As soon as Peter finished washing and drying Marcus Tony told them to hold each other again. Peter reached out and took Marcus's warm cock in his hand. For a while he could feel it throbbing and pulsing till he relaxed. Sean told them to get the sleeping bags to sit on and everyone gathered in a circle round the fire. They talked of general things and Tony told of plans for a day of exploration along the beach. When he'd finished Duane and Sean went to their packs. Duayne returned with a mouth organ and Sean had what looked like some kind of flute. Duane mostly played lively tunes but Sean played all sorts of music and Peter was quite amazed at it's wonderful sound. Tony, Barry and Duane kept asking for tunes that Peter had never heard of and Sean seemed to know them all. When they finished Barry unpacked a portable CD player and set some music playing. Sean laughed.
"Barry! That's so retro!"
"It's just for you Sean! I knew you'd like it!"
It was a compilation CD of old-time party music, and as soon as it started, Barry and Sean jumped up and started dancing to it. Tony and Duane joined in and after a moment Tony turned to Peter and Marcus.
"Come and join in! Unless you'd rather keep holding each other's dicks!"
"We don't know how to do that old stuff!"
"Barry! Stop the music a sec! Sean! You're the best dancer! How about spending 20 minutes to teach them something?"
" Tony! I'd love to teach them a thing or two, but I guess you mean dancing! Barry! Find that Chubby Checker track and will teach them the twist! Come on you two! Hands off the merchandise and get up here!"
Sean showed them the basic steps and made them practice, then gradually built up a few extra moves. By the end of the 20 minutes Peter was enjoying himself and feeling quite good at it. Sean whispered to them to put a lot of energy into it in case Tony thought they weren't trying. He made a big production of it.
"Ladies -- that's me -- and gentlemen! Tonight we have two twisters from way back! Feast your eyes now as they wiggle their fannies for you! Gorgeous and Precious!"
Barry started the track and for the short time it lasted Peter jumped around, twisting himself as much as he could. Up and down, following the words and matching up with Marcus who was better at this stuff that he was. The CD went on to the next track and the others jumped up again. Sean said to keep going and copy what everyone else did. After four or five tracks Tony stopped everyone and asked Barry to find a slow, romantic CD.
"We've got one more slow dance featuring Peter and Marcus! Sean! Show them the kind of stuff you told me about!"
They had to hold each other close, and keep moving against each other like they were making out.
"It's the usual option! Me and Tony or each other!"
Peter held his arms round Marcus as the music started and was very conscious of their groins pressing together. With all the other things they'd had to do, Peter realise this was the first time they'd hugged each other. All down his front where their bodies were touching felt warm and after a few minutes he felt Marcus starting to stiffen.
"I'm sorry Peter! My damn cock leaps up every time it touches something, and I can't stop it!"
Peter whispered back.
"It's all right Marcus! Mine does too! It's just a bit slower!"
They were both hard when the track finished but Tony called out to keep going.
"And more hip action!"
More? It was too much for Peter already and Marcus was at his eyes closed stage. Peter felt slippery patches between them from leaking juice, and then Marcus started to make small moaning sounds. The second track finished but Tony said one more. Peter knew this would be too long for him and Marcus was already speeding the movement of his hips. Marcus gripped Peter tightly with a really loud moan and jerked himself frantically against Peter, then went kind of slack in his arms. Peter felt himself lose control and his own come mixed with Marcus's in a slippery mess between them. They had both stopped their movements now, realising that this was the show they were meant to put on. When the track finished Peter stayed holding Marcus close, not wanting to move apart and show the evidence of their orgasms, but Tony called them over.
"Good one boys! That pays for the stolen beer! Now clean yourselves up because we're heading for bed!"
The End of Section One.