Date: Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:26:51 +0000
From: Stevie Zadara <zadara1@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Offender Relief Day Part 5: Paintball Party & Sixpack Showdown

OFFENDER RELIEF DAY PART 5 - for student J and Mike who both made
suggestions for this one - enjoy. Please read parts 1 to 4 first. All
feedback gratefully received, plus ideas for what should happen to the lads
next to zadara1@hotmail.co.ukYou can also send pics of what you would like
the lads to look like, or I will send to you if you'd like them. You might
like to check out another story I am doing - SOOPERSAVER PETS

PART 5 -- PAINT BALL PARTY AND SIXPACK SHOWDOWN

As Tony and Neil went off to get changed, soppy Alastair cheered and
clapped loudly. "Those boys' willies made a really icky mess, didn't they
mummy? It serves them right for being nasty and horrid to me doesn't it?"

"Yes, yes my dear," blushed Alastair's mother, hardly knowing where to look
now that the show was over, as she followed Tony and Neil's muscular butts
lasciviously out of the door. Alastair was really keen to find out if his
willy could produce the same mess that the other boys' cocks had. He
excused himself politely, and went into the toilets to fiddle about with
his genitals in a cubicle. He was really excited to see if he could make
juice. His little 5 inch stiffie prodded up as he pulled away on it and in
no time he felt the tingle of orgasm in his 17 year old dick. "Oooh, ooof,"
he cried as he experienced his first ever cum rush, the heavenly feeling
overwhelming his entire body. However, he was so underdeveloped that his
climax was still totally dry, and it left him feeling frustrated. He longed
to spurt the big, ropey jets of fluid that he had seen squirt so
deliciously and creamily out of the sexy dongs of his big, sexy
tormentors. Alastair realised in his frustration that his parents would be
wondering why he had been so long having a slash, and zipped up his
trousers to go out and join them.

"Can I stay and see some more boys get punished?" pleaded Alastair, as he
rejoined his parents.

"I don't see why not," answered his father, who had gotten a real stiff
boner watching the two hard lads get their treatment. "It does these brats
good to get taught a thing or two."

At that moment Mr Hamilton presented Alastair with a present in shiny,
purple gift wrap.

"This is for you, young man," said the discipline master as he handed over
the packet.

Alastair devoured the parcel greedily, tearing at the paper with his chubby
hands. "It's a video tape," laughed Mr Hamilton. "A very special one. Of
your two thieves Cocksnot and Willie Winkie being teased and playing around
with their big penises for you this afternoon."

"Oh, goody, goody! That means I get to see them make cream again and again,
doesn't it mummy?"

"Yes it does, my lad," said Mr Hamilton. "All the goings-on this afternoon
are videoed, nowhere is private. Even the toilets and the showers are
rigged out with CCTV. All the guests are videotaped too, just in case they
decide to, er, talk too much about what they have seen. Alastair went white
as a sheet for a few seconds, realising that he would have been videotaped,
but suddenly realised he had better cover this anxiety up.

"More, more, I want to see some more!" shrieked Alastair, like he was in a
junior school playground. His parents had just realised that not only were
they on video witnessing the pranks and fun, but that that fact meant their
lips had to remain sealed and they would simply have to join in the rest of
the fun, if that was what their son wanted. First of all Hamilton invited
Alastair and his family to a lunch in the staff canteen, with burgers and
fries all served up by young men wearing silver, red or black speedo bikini
trunks and white Nike trainers. It was a sight for all the staff, men and
women included, and the embarrassed lads waited hand and foot on the
perverted men and women who looked after them. Cocks and asses were
tweaked. Alastair pulled down more than one speedo half way down an ass
cheek or two to expose some luscious 19 year old buttocks. He laughed and
stamped his feet as the naughty lads were made to put their bottoms on
show. Meanwhile outside in the Layodi gardens, a very special group was
meeting. Art teacher Harold Gray had arranged for a special session to
allow for some paying guests to play with two young criminals, Lewis 19,
and Riley 20. A gathering of six men in their 50s and 60s gathered to see
what was going to happen. Harold took the mike and introduced Lewis, 5'8"
in a blue cut off vest top, blue Hanes briefs with white waistband and
gelled up dark blond hair. His mate Riley was slightly taller, shaven
headed in white Everlast briefs with sky blue waistband and swirls of
tattoo up his left arm. Both wore red and white Nike baseball boots and
their arms were fastened to the branch of an overhanging oak tree so that
they couldn't escape their torture. First of all the game was going to be
for each set of men to paint up their victims as lewdly as possible. Three
guests in each time had ten minutes each to use their paints and props to
make their boy look as stupid and embarrassed as possible. A table full of
various items had been laid out and on the whistle, a large plyboard
divider was placed between the two teams so the other couldn't see what the
other was doing.

"Get set," screeched Harold, "3-2-1 paint!"

The two teams set to work fast to make sexy, rude artwork out of their
lads. First Lewis had his vest and briefs ripped off and his nipples
painted red. Someone painted the word "WANKER" on his chest and in red felt
tip another wrote `FUCKWIT' across the poor lad's forehead. Well, they were
in the institute to get punished, after all! Another squished a huge amount
of blue paint in his hair, while next door Riley had his shaved head stuck
in a bucket of honey and another guest giggled as he covered the honey in
pink feathers. What a tart that boy looked! Someone else pulled Riley's
knickers down and had the brilliant idea of sticking them over his head,
whilst another decided to dip his brush in the bucket of honey and
continually paint the lads cock so that he sprang a huge hardon. Bees and
flies got attracted to the honey on the cock and poor Riley had to dance
about to shake them off before his knobhead got stung, which was a
hilarious sight in itself.

Lewis found his sexy, round buttocks being painted bright orange and
someone else attached more feathers to a huge dildo to ram up Riley's ass
so that he looked like a giant duckling. It was just what these cocky lads
deserved. After three minutes the whistle was blown again and the results
shown to both groups, as the plyboard partition was taken down. What a pair
of humiliated lads they were! It was hysterical. They blushed with the
shame of it, Riley's huge, hard honey covered penis dribbling precum. But
it was not over yet. On the blow of another whistle, the guests were to
fling paint at the two lads for two minutes, just to humiliate them a bit
more and see who could stand it most. Within a minute both lads were
completely covered in balls of different coloured paint, their cocks and
bushes matted up with oils and gooey liquid.

Harold announced that the art competition had been a draw, but that they
were going to see who the winners were in an ingenious way. First of all,
each lad would be hosed down hard with a hot, steamy fire house to clean
him off in order that he could be closely inspected in the buff. Then a
designated member of each team was given an electric vibrator probe in
order to excite their boy's genitals to orgasm. Riley, who had remained
hard, was at an obvious advantage, because the last to shoot their cream
under the electric stimulation would take 50 spankings in front of all the
other lads at tomorrow's tea. It wouldn't do to lose out in the cum
competition.

Each lad was told he had to roar as he creamed, otherwise he would be
disqualified.

"Let the vibrations commence," laughed Harold, as each team member started
to tease his captive's cock with the slick, buzzing probe. Soon both boys
were erect and jabbing their cocks at the lubed vibrator to try to make
sure they came before the other.

"Let's see those cocks spurt," laughed Harold, as the team mates egged
their leaders on with wolf whistles and cheers. Even more giggles as they
heard Riley threaten his mate with "Don't you fucking cum you fucking
fucker or I'll smash your face in".

Even this stupid humiliation game was something the lads felt compelled to
fight each other over.

"Fucking cunt I'll fuckin spunk when I want mate," jeered back Lewis.

"You don't fuckin' beat me fuckin' fucker," spat back Lewis as he bucked
and puffed to make sure his team won.

In the end the bucking paid off and Riley shook and kicked his legs,
bellowing as his orgasm reached a crescendo and his penis bolted out five
or six huge white jets of cream. Seconds later, probably at the sight of
his competitor's orgasm taking off, Lewis did the same and the delighted
onlookers witnessed the young 19 year old splatting half a dozen bolts of
hot, white juice right up his muscular chest. He puffed and panted as he
released all of his boy juice. A couple of members of the crowd scooped
some of Riley's cream up and ran over to Lewis to rub it in his face, just
to show who had won. Not to be outdone, Lewis's team grabbed some of his
spunk and went over to rub it all over Riley's face, just as he was about
to get really cocky. He spat it out furiously and roared "Fuckin' get that
fuckin' cunt's cum out my face!" It was a joy to witness these filthy
offenders being taught a lesson, and Harold thanked the guests for their
contribution to art class. Riley and Lewis, meanwhile, were carefully put
back in handcuffs and taken back to detention for the afternoon for
insolence and rudeness to the charity afternoon guests. They were made to
parade back in the nude, their underwear saved to mop up their cum and go
straight into the church roof charity auction that very afternoon.

The continual programme of humiliating events went on unabated of
course. After their slap up lunch, Mr Hamilton invited 17 year old fat boy
Alastair and his parents outside to witness one of the games laid on for
the spectators. Quite a large group had gathered at one end of the soccer
pitch, as four lads were led on by the games master, Mr McBride, who had
left the proceedings in the gym to the governor for a while in order to
oversee some footie activity which would doubtless lead on to yet more lewd
entertainment. McBride led on four spunky, athletic dudes to be put through
their paces in front of the expectant crowd, who cheered, clapped and wolf
whistled as the four sexy guys where made to jog out in front of them.

"These four pretty young men are new recruits to this institution," intoned
McBride, with mock solemnity. "I am sure we can guarantee them the very
warmest of welcomes here. It's a tradition that new boys go through a
certain amount of initiation training, and that is why we have chosen them
for these games."

The lads suddenly looked embarrassed and nervous. They were going to be not
only put through an initiation ritual, but it would be for the
entertainment of paying guests! Two of them wore the home strip, the yellow
shirts and shorts with navy trim and black soccer boots, two wore the away
strip, red with white trim and white socks. The first guy in yellow was
Jeff, a handsome, smooth, dark-haired 19 year old with a cute, chiselled
face and broad, muscled shoulders. With him came his mate Vince, who was
equally good looking, with a slightly poutier mouth and slightly longer
hair. His nips protruded through his yellow soccer top and his six pack was
also clearly visible.

First lad in the away kit was the sublimely sexy Simon. He was one of the
best looking lads at the institute, and his cocky grin let everyone know
it. A dreamy face with gelled up straw hair and a multi-coloured necklace
set off the look. His meaty glutes jigged as he showed off with knees-up
exercises, his underwear clearly outlined beneath his brief nylon
shorts. Behind him, also in the away kit, came slightly slimmer, but still
sexy and smouldering, Alex, who was 19 with built gymnast's shoulders and
pecs, sexy, short, blond hair with a centre parting. A super cute fuckable
face. He had been doing well on the amateur boxing circuit, and worked out
a lot, until he wound up doing time for petty theft. It hadn't escaped our
audience's notice that it was two dark haired lads against two blond
cuties, but Mr McBride pointed it out, to embarrass the boys and give the
onlookers a laugh.

"Let's see if these blonds are as dumb as they look," joked Mr McBride to
much amusement and hilarity, as he threw a football to each lad, who was
made to jog on the spot. Alastair laughed and whispered to his parents
about how much he was enjoying seeing a few more big, naughty lads being
taught a lesson. McBride made the lads bounce the balls on their heads, on
the spot.

"First to drop a ball loses an item of kit," chortled mean McBride. All the
lads concentrated hard but it wasn't long before sexy Simon, after about 10
bounces, lost it and the ball crashed to the floor.

"Take your top off, Simon, you will continue in just your shorts!". Simon
had no choice but to obey, and slid his shirt off over his rippled chest,
as the audience cooed and Alastair laughed. The top of Simon's Hanes
briefs, a present from his girlfriend, were clearly visible above the
skimpy shorts. The boys were ordered to start again with the ball bouncing,
each time one of them removing his shirt. Soon only Vince was left in his
full outfit after three rounds, the other lads now down to their shorts,
their six packs and defined torsos flexing in the bright afternoon sun
before their rapt audience.

"Time for some shots at goal," ordered McBride as he blew the
whistle. "Vince, get in goal, the rest of you, take a penalty
shoot-out. Alex, Jeff and Simon lined up to take the shots at goal. Big,
horny 6'1" Alex took the run up and pelted the ball towards goal. He jumped
up and down in his shorts as the ball scored a goal in the left hand side
of the net.

"OK Vince, your top, please." Hunky Vince grimaced as he realised that he'd
lose a piece of clothing for each goal he let in. "Simon, next up". Simon
in his yellow shorts took another run up. And oooh he missed the goal by
inches as it rebounded off the crossbar. Simon was ordered over to stand in
front of the crowd.

"This should be fun," laughed McBride. Your punishment will be to strip
your shorts off while dancing as suggestively as you can for the crowd's
entertainment to "I'mToo Sexy." The blond bombshell squirmed with
embarrassment as the crowd readied themselves for the show. At that moment,
Alastair crept up in front of the unsuspecting cutie with a can of spray
cream from the pudding trolley and pulled out his shorts, squirting it
quickly down the boy's briefs. Everyone except the lads roared with
laughter at cheeky, chubby Alastair's little prank. Simon made a grab for
the can, but missed as Alastair skipped away, and only succeeded in
squishing the fake cream into his crotch. More giggles as Simon grimaced
with humiliation. Simon winced as he felt the warm mush encompass his cock.

"Oh, God, that was funny," laughed McBride. "Now, repeat after me, ahem,
`I'm a sexy fucker and my pants are full of cream." Simon looked incredibly
embarrassed at having to say these words, and ran his big tough hands
through his sandy, spiky hair.

"I'm a sexy boy and.." started Simon with the degrading statement.

"It's fucker. Sexy fucker...", corrected the games master.

"Sorry, sexy fucker, and my balls are full of cream," repeated Simon, to
much laughter.

"If you say so, lad," said McBride, "I expect they are! I can only see
cream in your shorts from where I am." Simon and the other lads were
distinctly not enjoying these games. But everyone else was. McBride started
the music.

"I'm a model, I do what I do, and I shake my little tush...on the
catwalk..." started Right Said Fred. Simon, who was hardly a dancer,
swivelled and gyrated as best he could, and followed instructions from the
evil McBride to put on a sexy show, wiggling his pretty boy butt at the
crowd as they clapped along, laughed and hooted. Simon slid his shorts down
his smooth, sinewy, football thighs and exposed his sexy white Hanes briefs
with the big cream patch at the front of his pouch. The audience stared at
his impressive bulge as he ripped off the shorts and the music stopped.

"Let's see his bollocks," shouted someone in the crowd, to cheers of
support. Simon blushed and looked at McBride for reprieve.

"I don't think it's time for us to take his briefs off just yet," replied
McBride. Simon's relief was palpable. "No, not yet, his ass looks way too
pretty in those knickers. But Simon, you could pull the waistband right
down under your balls so that it cups them and exposes them nicely for the
ladies and gentlemen, couldn't you," chuckled McBride. "Go on, show `em
your nuts and continue the games with your sexual organs exposed like some
pathetic flasher." Simon looked down and reluctantly pulled the waistband
of his briefs down over his balls, with his entire collection of baby
making kit brazenly sticking out above it. His big pink cock, four inches
flaccid, and big trimmed, blond bush, the only hair on his teen body,
neatly presented above a huge pair of inflated nuts.

It looked so appetising it got a round of applause. "Wiggle those hips, you
worm, and shake it about for us." Simon did as he was told and put on a
great display of young man cock and balls for the audience, who whooped
their delight.

At that moment, sexy tight muscled Jeff asked, like a dirty schoolboy, to
take a break for a leak. "There's no time at the moment, son, we're playing
games."

"But I'm desperate sir!", the hunky brat begged. It was so much fun to deny
the insolent lad even the chance to relieve himself, and the onlookers
revelled in this cruel entertainment.

"Too bad son, you'll have to hold on to it, now forget it," retorted
McBride, who enjoyed every bit of needless power he wielded over these
toughies. The previously tough Jeff looked nervous and dejected, desperate
for a piss, as the four were ordered to do thirty sit-ups. Alastair was
assigned to Simon, and one of the older guests to the other three.

"Last to finish loses his shorts! Or in your case, Simon baby, your
knickers!" barked McBride, as he blew the whistle.

Alastair giggled with amusement as Simon, who was working really hard to
beat the other guys, pounded back and forth with his cock out. He was
clearly beating the other guys but Alastair, much to Simon's consternation,
kept losing count deliberately and thought it was very funny. The other
three lads soon finished and Alastair was still laughing as he counted
10-11-12 oh sorry, 8-10-11, I mean 9-10-11-12... Eventually he got to
thirty about four minutes after the other lads.

"Pathetically slow," barked McBride to Simon, who was covered in sweat. "A
big, muscly boy like you should have those sit-ups done in no time," he
continued, pretending to completely ignore Alastair's intentionally wonky
arithmetic. Much laughter from the amused onlookers. "Now, off with those
sweaty briefs and display your bottom to the ladies and gents," instructed
McBride.

"But sir, he was deliberately making me lose," protested Simon, who still
didn't understand the joke.

"Do I really have to tell you again? You answer back one more time and you
will get a good spanking right here in front of everybody. Do you
understand?"

"But Mr McBride, I don't deserve it, I...I mean he miscounted me on purpose
just to...", protested dumb jock Simon, yet again, as Alastair collapsed in
hysterics and threw a chocolate pudding from the guests' buffet trolley,
hitting Simon square in the left buttcheek. Streaks of chocolate gunge
oozed down the sexy boy's swimmer thighs as he winced and squirmed at the
humiliation of it all.

"Remove your briefs. We can already see your filthy cock in any case, you
stupid asshole, and now you've got them dirty, too. " shouted McBride. "Are
you too lazy and clumsy to slip out of the way of flying puddings?"

Simon reluctantly shucked down the Hanes briefs, revealing himself nude
except for the soccer boots and shorts.

"Bend over for your spanking, you insolent thug," went on McBride.

6 foot tall Simon was being made to look incredibly foolish as he touched
his toes and was given forty big hard slaps on his taut backside, which
made it gleam and glisten. When he was ordered to stand back up, everyone
noticed that the boy had sprung a boner. His lurid, crimson cockhead flared
out from his foreskin and jutted directly up in the air, a good eight
inches. The boy meat waved and bobbed as he moved about awkwardly and the
lewd sight gave cause for gasps of excitement and awe from the crowd, which
was now swelling in numbers, as more guests arrived to watch the show and
were served drinks and petit-fours by more 18 year old munchkins in
embarrassing tight elf costumes and comedy hats. Simon was made to bend
over and spread his asscheeks to display his cherry to the audience, who
applauded and whooped.

"Dirty, misbehaving lads do NOT get erections in my class," insisted
McBride, as he slapped the brat's cock, causing a pearl of dewy precum to
ooze out of the tip and spiral a foot down below his balls before
eventually separating onto the floor.

"Now, repeat after me, `I will not get erections in front of the
audience'." Ordered Mcbride, and the spunky lad with the horn repeated the
lewd phrase, feeling a total prick. McBride ordered him to stand aside with
is hard jab-on in full view as the next game commenced. Meaty, beefy Alex
and Jeff were to get down on the grass in their socks, shorts and boots and
wrestle like they meant it. The first one to remove the other's shorts and
briefs would be the victor. Jeff protested again that he really needed to
take a leak.

"Too bad son, you should have gone before you came out," retorted the cruel
master of ceremonies. "Now, wrestle!"

The dark haired, cropped toughie virtually crossed his legs in desperation
as he was ordered to go muscled chest against muscled chest in a battle of
the horny sixpacks, blond against dark. Both hairless but totally
masculine, their started their brawl, hurling obsenities at each other as
they fought on, almost forgetting where they were. Jeff tugged and cutie
Alex's shorts and ripped them almost clean in two. One of the crowd thought
it would be harder and more fun if they were oiled up, and squirted the
contents of a bottle of baby oil at the two writhing beauties until they
glistened and shone, Jeff's dinky bicep tattoo beaming out darker and
accentuating his muscled upper arm. Suddenly Alex's shorts were off,
revealing his buttocks in all their fleshy splendour. The crowd laughed as
they spotted a cupid motif and the word "MONSTERCOCK" tattooed in the
centre of Alex's left ass cheek. A bit of sexual information hitherto
intended only for viewing by the handsome lad's string of female
companions. Indeed, the tattoo did not appear to be telling an untruth, as
a sizeable package was visible straining beneath stretched red material
whenever the boy was flipped over. Alex grabbed Jeff's shorts and tore them
as he was caught in a half nelson, allowing Jeff's orange knickers to be
exposed to the crowd and a large round of applause.

At that moment, with both boys in their underwear and momentarily
stationary, Jeff murmured "Oh Jeez" as he realised he couldn't keep his
piss in any longer, and suddenly had to let go. The front of his briefs
darkened from orange to deep tangerine as his gusher let go and a gallon of
piss poured out into the grass, much of it going over his opponent who
yelled, "You stupid, gross fuck, couldn't you just wait?"

McBride blew the whistle. "Oh dear, oh dear," we appear to have a big boy
with big muscles and a lot of bigmouth wrestlerboy attitude but very little
control over his bladder. Alastair shrieked with delight as the strapping
boy was admonished for wetting his knickers. McBride signalled over the
nurse, who as usual was on hand to deal with babyish behaviour from new
inmates.

She carried on her basket of goodies and laid out a plastic baby changing
mat, covered with bunnies and teddies, in the middle of the grass, while
the onlookers gazed on amused.

"Now, lie on your back on the mat, Jeffykins," instructed the 50 year old
nurse, as she dealt with the entirely adult, but very laddishly sexy,
muscleboy Jeff. "We're going to have to make sure we don't have anymore
lickle accidents, aren't we?" chuckled the nurse, as she pulled the
humiliated lad's legs up over his head and eased off his sopping
knickers. She towelled him down, sprinkled his pretty ass liberally with
baby powder, and he squirmed and winced with embarrassment as a huge cloth
diaper was brought out. His big cock was half tumescent and his balls
looked to everyone full and juicy. The cloth was affixed with a giant
comedy safety pin, about six inches long. A pink baby bonnet with the bold
name LITTLE SISSY above the forehead was placed on his head and tied in a
prissy bow beneath. She hung a pink pacifier on a red ribbon around his
neck and jabbed it into his cocky mouth.

"There, that should keep your wee-wee in for a while. We don't want you to
embarrass yourself in front of your tiny tot friends, do we," teased the
nurse. Jeff had never in his life felt so belittled or humiliated, as he
was made to do a pirouette, suck his thumb, and jump around like a three
year old baby girl in front of the baying audience, who whooped and laughed
at the baby girl's predicament.

"I think it's time for you to have a big lollipop as a treat, don't you
ladies and gentlemen?" jested McBride, as Simon and his giant cock were
brought over to Jeff in his humiliating outfit. He was made to kneel before
the blond and his pulsating penis, as Simon was told to put his hand on his
head and Jeff was ordered to enjoy his treat by licking on it. Alastair
jumped up and down again with excitement and laughter. Jeff felt totally
degraded as his tongue reluctantly swirled around the tip of his mate's
dick. Simon started to tense and wince at the unbearable humiliation yet
teasing erotic pleasure of having his cock messed with in public. McBride
grabbed Simon's chin and ordered him not to cum:

"There will be no cockjuice? Do you hear? You are not to spray that filthy
cum. This is punishment, not fun."

"Y-y-yes. OK."

"Yes OK what?"

"Yes, OK, sir."

"That's better. Now, what will you not do?"

"I will not shoot my load, sir. Aagh.Oooh."

"Good, you're getting the idea."

But Simon was being teased against all his will and about to let go of his
semen. His balls hitched up, he stood on tiptoe, desperate to think of
something else and keep his cum in. Alastair and the crowd craned their
necks to see what was inevitably going to happen, as Jeff grimaced and let
the cockhead free, licking down the shaft of his juicy lollipop. Suddenly
it was all too much stimulation for babe Simon, and he let out a huge gasp
as a jet of warm cream bolted out of his cock at least five feet in the
air. Two little dribbles and then another rocket of six feet towards the
audience. Alastair hollered as he got showered and the monster penis kept
on spewing it's horny load. It was some show.

"I told you NOT to cum," barked McBride as he slapped the beefy lad several
times across the cock, forcing more drips of juice out of the head.

"I-I-I'm sorry sir. It was an accident, I didn't mean to ejaculate."

"Oh, it's ejaculate now, is it? Very posh. Well I'm warning you, son, any
more funny business from any of you and you get it. Do you understand?" The
lads nodded. It looked like they had finally got the message, as baby Jeff
sat there with a rope of sticky boycum right across his face and blobs of
Simon's thick cum all over his sissy bonnet.

The soccer fun and wrestling initiation games with Alex, Jeff, Vince and
Simon will continue in Part 6: JAMPACKED COCKFIGHTS. Stay tuned.