INTRODUCTION
My name is Greg Smith. Together with Kyle Jones I own and run a paintball site in England. We have a few acres set back off the main road bordering some pasture. No traffic goes by unless it's coming to see us or is here by invite.
While it's not a bad way to make a living what really makes it worthwhile is a little game that Kyle and I play. Whenever we get a male-only set of players we try to egg them on, to encourage them to go completely wild. With a few carefully chosen words we get some of our teams behaving completely outrageously. Courtesy of some carefully sited cameras this means we have excruciatingly embarrassing photos of some people. These people are our real repeat customers, the ones we tell to come back, bring friends and to encourage them to go wild too.
Here's an example of how it starts. Last Saturday we were booked by a local rugby club. They already came as two teams as they had a senior team and a junior team. The ages weren't that different and the split was more based on skill. The members of the senior team were older on average but there was plenty of overlap.
The first trick is to get them used to being naked. These guys knew each other from the showers so it wouldn't be hard but a little nudge never hurts.
"Guys," I told them. "It's going to be really hot running around all day. Any underwear you have is going to get soaked. Unless you have a spare pair I would seriously suggest wearing only the outfits we provide."
I held up the outfits we provide, a one piece jump suit in khaki camouflage with a zipper running from the neck to the waist. They have elasticated waist bands but it's terribly weak elastic; we've made sure of that.
They agreed to go commando and change, stripping down for us in the changing room. As they do this, of course, Kyle and I checked them out. They were supremely fit with barely a pound of fat between them. We passed among them handing out the coloured neckerchiefs we use for the game. The dark green ones went out to the senior team and the bright yellow ones to the junior team. This only biases the game a little but Kyle and I have a thing for young, humiliated flesh. They were all over 18 but three of them hadn't made 19 yet. We were so determined to make sure the junior team lost big time.
One of the 18 year olds, Doug, was incredibly shy and blushed from head to foot as I walked in front of him as he stripped. By holding the neckerchief out at the right time I forced him to expose himself to me. He was blond, blue eyed, with a smaller than average dick hanging from tightly curled pubes below a incredible six-pack stomach and well developed pecs. He turned away from me to reveal smooth, buttocks which were, to put it mildly, huge. I knew then that this was the guy that I personally wanted to turn into my bitch.
We moved outside and I stood in front of them in an identical uniform to what they were wearing but with no neckerchief. As Kyle handed out the packs I explained what was in each.
"First there's a pair of goggles. You must wear these at all times. You may not takes yours off. You may not take off anyone else's. Under no circumstances may you be without goggles. A paint pellet will sting on flesh. It can take an eye out if it hits directly."
I waved a pair of goggles at them, showing how they provided protection from the side as well as the front. Then I startled them for the first time.
"If you want to blindfold prisoners, take the bag and hood them with it. Do not interfere with their goggles. If you want to gag them, ball it up and tie it shut over their mouths. Do not interfere with the goggles."
There were going to be blindfolded and gagged prisoners! That was news to them. It was about to get much, much better. I pulled some cable ties from the bag and waved them.
"If you want to cuff your prisoner, use these. They have long tags so can be removed and reused. Don't pull them too tight."
There was going to be bondage. Looking at their faces I could see they were definitely surprised and more than a couple looked seriously interested. Well, next I added some bare flesh to the mix to see who was interested then.
"Some versions of the games have prisoners simply tied to trees, others have them escorted back to a central fort. If you want to mark someone so they can be seen as a prisoner at a distance simply pull their shirt down to the waist."
Now they started looking interested, puzzled and worried in roughly equal proportions.
"We had one stag party here a few weeks ago where they stripped the groom completely. Please do leave the goggles on, though. And the boots too if you want to march the prisoners anywhere."
"You're all adults. Have fun, do whatever you want to do, but remember you have to work together come Monday."
One of the senior guys cracked a joke about how another had ended up naked and tied to goal posts on his stag night. I got the feeling that these guys could go all the way.
GAME ONE
"We're going to start you off with a really simple game," I told them.
"Your two forts are along the central axis of the woods, about one quarter of the way from each end. We will start each team at the other end. You need to move through the woods to your own fort and raise the flag. First flag up wins the points."
They headed off. Kyle showed the younger guys the route to their starting point and I took the senior team in hand. As we walked I chatted, trying to gauge how far they would go.
"So, what can we expect today? Are the stories true about wild rugby clubs?"
"Some of them," their team captain, Pete, told me. "Can we go wild here?"
"Just remember you have to play together after today is done."
"So you won't mind if we strip our prisoners a little beyond just the waist?"
There was laughter from the other members of the team. This was going to prove interesting.
"We won't mind. Will they?"
"We've played enough gags on each other that that's not going to be a problem."
"Then it's not going to be a problem," I reply simply. "Here's a hint: Put some men waiting in their fort so when they arrive you can splat them. Six should be plenty."
"Cheers, Smitty," he replied. "I think we're gonna have some real fun today."
The game was over quite quickly. The junior team stormed through the woods straight into an ambush that left about half of them splattered and prisoner. The rest scattered and headed for their fort in ones and twos. At the fort they got picked off by the people left there.
"Pete was about to march the prisoners over to his fort and raise his flag but I pointed out a couple of ways to have a bit more fun.
"When you've got a decent number of stripped prisoners in two different places they don't know the game's over so you can keep it running a bit longer. If you want to see some fun, loop their cuffs to the cuffs of the person in front of them and then tie their shoe laces to the boots of the person in front too. Then march them back to your fort. Take a scenic route"
We had seven prisoners in the coffle chain I accompanied. Each of them was tied to the guy in front of them so closely that each of them had his dick pressed up against a guy's arse. They had to march slowly with their legs in step and this rubbed their dicks deeper and deeper in between the muscular globes of the guy in front. Within minutes everyone, even Doug at the front, was quite hard. I like seeing teenagers with uncontrollable hard ons so I signalled for the party to come to a stop by a tree.
I whispered to tell the seniors that they should pretend to hear an ambush up ahead and tie the prisoners to a tree. They played along and tied the teenager, Doug, by looping his arms around the trunk and tying his wrists again. This pulled his dick close up to the tree and into some long grasses which were moving in the wind. They weren't moving enough of course, so I helped them along, teasing his cock. Soon it was dripping pre-cum and he was starting to writhe in his heat and embarrassment. Of course, his wriggling excited the guy behind him who started squirming and so it continued down the chain to the end. Within five minutes they were all writhing together.
After six minutes Doug came, splurging streams of cum over the tree trunk. The uncontrollable twitching of his buttocks made it clear to the guy behind him what had happened. I didn't get a cascade of cummers but even so, I thought we were off to a good start.
Pete pretended to come back from the scouting. "No ambush," he stage whispered. "We're good to go."
He untied Doug, and made as if he'd only just noticed. "Hey, Doug's cum on the tree. He must really get off on being naked." Doug just whimpered some more behind his gag and blushed bright crimson from head to toe.
We finished the march back to our fort where we met up with another similar chain of prisoners. On their side there was no cumming but the seniors were taking turns to swat arse of the teenager at the back whenever they slowed down.
The senior team retied our prisoners so that they were tied wrist to wrist with their neighbour and they were pushed to their knees. Taking my lead from the fun by the tree, the senior team tickled their blindfolded prisoners with the grass they were kneeling in for a few minutes while Kyle gathered up all the captured clothing and took it back to the offices where he would start a large urn of tea boiling. I moved off into the trees and watched the prisoners squirm.
Finally they left the grass alone, with all the junior team's dicks standing up proudly. Then the seniors' flag was hoisted and their hoods were taken off. They could see that they had all been captured and that the seniors had lost nobody and won the flag race.
I ambled out of the woods as if new to the situation.
"So, flag - ten points - and fifteen prisoners - fifteen points. That's twenty-five to nil in the first game. Well done."
The seniors cheered.
"If you guys go on ahead, I'll untie your prisoners and send them on to collect their uniforms." The seniors walked off, laughing among themselves. I turned to face the naked juniors.
"You guys need much better tactics," I told them. "Do you really want to get those bastards back for what they did to you?" They did. Oh boy, did they want revenge.
"OK, so here's what we do. I'll give you a battle plan for the next game. What you need to do is to up the ante during tea so that whatever you do to your prisoners in the next game seems fair. Play along with whatever the other team says or does, but promise revenge next game. OK?"
The suckers fell for it. Right now, Kyle would be talking up the senior team to try to push their luck with the juniors during the tea break.
"I'll start the ball rolling by making it clear to them that they should try it on with you. I'll cuff your hands behind your backs so you have to present yourselves to them naked again. That should do it. OK?"
Again they agreed. I went along them, one at a time tying their arms behind their backs and then pointed the way back. I let them file past me so I could stare at the magnificent naked muscles walking past. Gorgeous.
TEA BREAK
Their entry into the patch of grass in front of the office building was via a narrow track. They emerged to cheers and jeers from the seniors one by one, each exposed to full frontal scrutiny. Playing along with my suggestion they laughed it off, egging on the seniors with threats of retaliation in the next game. The seniors, psyched up by Kyle, started making suggestions of forfeits for the losers. They moved over to their bound captives and started to tickle them or pinch them. I noticed that very soon they were stroking or slapping butt and teasing dick.
"So, what's it worth to untie you?" Pete asked them, as he pinched the nipples on Steve, one of the older juniors and their team captain.
"Fuck you, man," was the wrong reply. "Ow!" he squealed as Pete squeezed harder.
"Here's the deal," Pete replied. "Losers serve winners over the following break. You will serve us tea. You will be naked. You will be obedient."
"Yeah, OK, but when we win you're really going to get it," was Steve's reply.
"OK, guys," Pete called. "Everyone grab your preferred slave and get them to agree to the terms."
The seniors each took a junior by his nips and started pinching. Soon they all agreed.
"Get on your knees, prisoners!" called Pete. "Let's see this obedience."
I don't know if you can imagine nearly two dozen naked men, all tied up, all dropping to their knees in a single second. It was so hot. Then the seniors stepped forwards slightly so that their prisoners' faces were pushed into their groins. Any juniors who pulled back had their heads grabbed and pulled forwards again.
"Ready to show that obedience?" asked Pete. There was only a muffled reply.
"Zippers!" he called. As one the senior team unzipped their uniforms.
"Dicks!" They pulled out their dicks, letting their uniforms fall about their knees because the zippers didn't go down quite far enough.
"In!" All the team pushed their dicks into the mouths of the prisoners in front of them, popping their mouths open with their spare hands where necessary. The whole thing had happened in under three seconds and the prisoners were too shocked to respond effectively.
"Suck!" That wasn't an order to his team but their prisoners. Again, they tried to pull back but were stopped by a pair of hands behind their heads. Kyle had briefed them well.
"Listen up, prisoners. The last two prisoners to make their keepers cum will receive a little extra forfeit. They get to suck our hosts too."
I noticed a flash of surprise on Kyle's face. Obviously he had primed them for the cock sucking but not the forfeit. I didn't protest though.
The thought of sucking a second dick had the desired effect. The prisoners started to suck with gusto, but not much skill. However, soon enough one of the seniors grunted and spasmed as he shot his load into his prisoner's mouth. There was some banter about how Dave always came first but soon several more came. Each forced their prisoners to swallow. I wondered whether that was Kyle or them.
The last two to make their captors cum were Steve, the team captain, and Doug, who was so ashamed that it had interfered with his style. Kyle and I had finished bringing out trays of tea and sandwiches and walked over to see if Pete was true to his word.
He was. Kyle knew my preferences so he took Steve and I took Doug.
Steve seemed OK to "play along" and started sucking Kyle with barely a murmur. Doug seemed more reticent, his entire body from his boots up blushing that sweet, rich crimson of shame. I saw he was about to object so I smiled sweetly at him and pinched his nose. His mouth popped open to catch breath and I pushed my cock in, holding his head firmly in place. I released his nose and let him work. He was clumsy and inexperienced but the tears welling in his eyes and the look of horror and pleading on his face more than made up for that.
"You don't want to look like a sore loser in front of both teams, do you?" I whispered to him.
I released my hand from his head. He didn't pull back. I reached into a pocket and pulled out my mobile phone. "Text message," I lied to him as I held it up. I pretended to be texting furiously as he sucked and licked. "Slowly," I told him. "Run the lips up and down the shaft." Of course, what I was doing was recording a video of him sucking my cock. I took the 30 seconds at maximum resolution that my phone could store and then phoned it on to a store I use. This takes a while so I slowed him down a bit more by suggesting a few more ideas to him. "Roll your tongue around the head," for example.
From the corner of my eye I saw Kyle spasm as he shot his load into Steve's mouth. I felt myself being ready to cum and prepared my phone again. I was recording as I spurted, pulling back so that my cum splattered all over his face. Then I told him to lick my dick clean, with long strokes of his tongue. There were cheers and jeers from the senior team as they saw Doug's tongue at work as my juices dripped down his face.
I forwarded the video again as I zipped up. "Let's untie some prisoners," I said to Kyle, "and we'll have some tea."
We untied Doug and Steve, and pushed trays of tea and sandwiches into their hands. This denied Doug the chance to wipe the cum from his face as both hands were now occupied. We sent them over to supply the winning team. Of course they noticed the cum straight away and tease him mercilessly. The joke of "cum here" to summon him soon became tired but never stopped making him squirm.
I decided it was time to raise the ante a little more. "We need to let the losing team have their tea," I told Pete. "Have them line up over there to do it."
I pointed over to the edge of the compound where it backed onto the woods. I whispered my plan to Pete and he barked instructions to them.
"Mug of tea in the right hand, sandwich in the left. Line up oldest to youngest."
They milled around a bit as they worked out their precise ordering, giving me time to get my good camera that did panorama shots mounted on its tripod.
"We're gonna take some photos of the losing team, each round. Team that wins over all gets to keep all of them."
He had them pose in a bunch of ways. Some of them were "funnies" as he had them hide their dicks behind their tea mugs as they ate their sandwiches. Others were cruder as he had them put their left arms behind their backs and drink from their mugs, exposing themselves completely. Finally he told them to get themselves hard. Once that was done we ummed and erred about the photo for a minute but didn't let them cum. All the time they joked about the poses the seniors would have to take when their team won. Some of the ideas were good and I was looking forward to seeing them implemented later.
"OK guys," I told them as Kyle came back from setting up the next game. "I'll keep the photos safe and give them all to the winners at the end."
"Now, let's get on with the next game."
I handed back their uniforms and we watched them get dressed.
To be continued with Game Two...
(c) Andy Robson, 2007. Feel free to use this for any non-commercial purposes.