Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 17:47:36 +0100 (BST)
From: Andy Robson <andyrobson2006@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Paintball tales - Part 2

GAME TWO

"We have hidden a number of tokens in the woods," I told them.  "They
look like this."

I waved the item in my hand over my head.  It was a metallic baton
about an inch in diameter and about a foot long, rounded at each end.
It was a golden brassy colour and glinted in the sun light.

"It may look as if it would be obvious against a natural background
like the woods," I told them. "And a couple of them are pretty
obvious.  Others are better hidden.  You gain points for every baton
you return to the hoppers in your home forts and for every prisoner
held at the end."

"The game lasts as long as I think you need and I'm not telling you
how many tokens there are concealed.  You have five minutes to get to
your home forts and then we start."

"Go!"

As they trooped out of the court, I grabbed Steve, the captain of the
junior team.  "Ready for some sweet revenge?" I asked him.

I told him where a couple of the more visible ones were midway between
the forts and how to lay an ambush for the seniors who would come
after them.  I also hinted at the locations of a couple of the less
visible tokens near his camp.

I watched as Steve set up a good ambush for the seniors.  He located
the more visible ones I had told him about and moved them to a better
location to surprise their next discoverers.  Then he set half his
squad ready to spring the trap.

It wasn't long before a group of four seniors moved cautiously down
the path.  The juniors were well concealed and remained hidden.  They
saw the tokens and quickly moved forwards.  Steve shot first, this
being the simple signal for everyone else to fire.  Their uniforms
soon became a mass of paint splatters.  Half the juniors present
leaped forwards to tie their prisoners, while Steve held the others
back in case this was a trap by the seniors.

The juniors dealt with their prisoners by unzipping their jumpsuits,
pulling them down well below the waist and tying their wrists behind
their backs.  Each was then gagged and blindfolded.  Then they were
made to stand up and step out of their uniforms.

"Told you we'd get our chance at you," said Mark, one of the juniors,
as he tugged his prisoner's balls sharply.  "Remember what I said I'd
do to you?"  He reached into his pocket and pulled out the remains of
a jam sandwich.  "Jam," he said simply as he smeared it over the
senior's balls and cock, wiping it over the shaft and head.  "Ants and
flies and bees, oh my."

As he was doing this, I saw a second group of three seniors moving far
more stealthily down the path.  The seniors had obviously decided to
use the lead four as bait for a trap.  These approached the backs of
the four juniors.  One of them was picking up the discarded uniforms
and the other two were tying all four prisoners to the tree stump
while Mark was smearing his jam.  Each prisoner was facing out from
the stump and all the juniors seemed to be facing in.  The seniors
approached very carefully and raised their guns to shoot the juniors
and liberate their colleagues.

SPLAT SPLAT SPLAT

The concealed juniors shot them first.

I was impressed by the discipline Steve had with the concealed guys.
They didn't break cover but waited as the four juniors in clear moved
over to their extra prisoners.  They stripped the seniors and tied
their wrists behind their backs and moved them over to the first four.
Hoods were pulled over their eyes, but they weren't gagged.  The three
new guys were pushed to their knees and had their heads pressed
forwards onto their colleagues' dicks.  They left Mark's jammy
prisoner unmatched.  Dan, one of the older members of the junior team
explained what was going to happen.

"You suck dick," he said simply.  "First standing person to cum gets a
golden dildo up his arse.  Last kneeling person to get his guy to cum
gets the same.  When he cums, you swallow, you keep sucking and if you
ever take the dick from your mouth you get stinging nettles on your
balls.  Get to it, guys."

They started sucking.  I was pleased that someone had spotted the
obvious use of our tokens.

The four juniors headed off to get some more tokens, leaving their
cache of two here, guarded by their four friends concealed in the
woods.  I moved on too, wondering what other fun there might be in the
woods.

It didn't take me long to find that the juniors weren't having it all
their own way.  A couple of red-headed juniors, Jimmy and Luke, were
stripped naked and tied as usual.  They were on the ground, lying on
their uniforms sixty-nining to an audience of three seniors.  One of
the seniors held a small clump of stinging nettles in his hand, no
doubt to encourage them.  By the looks of the red rashes on their pale
white skin they had obviously required some encouragement.

"Not blindfolded?" I commented to one of the seniors.

"Brothers," he replied.  "So much more fun if they know."

"And the tokens?"

"Once they've both cum," he replied.

Both of the guys on the ground had their eyes shut, obviously trying
to ignore the fact that they were taking part in an incestuous
sixty-nine.  I pulled out my small digital camera and took a few
photos of them, for future use.  When the weather gets bad we
sometimes have to work hard on getting people to run around in the
woods in the rain.  Blackmail beats advertising a hundred to one.

I waited long enough to see Jimmy, the younger of the two, squirt his
load into his brother's mouth.  There was a unwise cheer from the
audience and I backed off into cover to see if it would be noticed.

I didn't have to wait long for the response.  Two juniors closed in
from the side I had hidden on.  They approached closely enough to see
three seniors standing over something, but not what that something
was.  They raised their guns and fired.  One shot missed, but the
other hit a senior's arm.  The two remaining seniors ducked down and
returned fire.  There was a inconclusive shoot-out which ended as the
two seniors retreated.  As the two armed juniors approached I noticed
that the seniors had taken their fallen comrade's gun and their
prisoners' guns and uniforms too.  Jimmy and Luke were staying naked
for a bit longer, it appeared.

Of course, I had no problem with that.  Pale skin and freckles added
to their youthful charm, tight white skin over well-developed
abdominal muscles gave them a vigorous look that made me want to jump
them there and then.  I resisted the urge and satisfied myself with
watching them walk around enjoying the feel of the fresh air on their
teenage bodies.

The prisoner was stripped, gagged, blindfolded and tied and then his
uniform and gun passed to Luke.  Luke was suffering from an
uncontrollable hard-on, though, having had his teenage dick sucked for
the past few minutes.  Before zipping up, he stood in front of the
kneeling prisoner and started to jack off.  It only took a few gentle
strokes before he shot all over the guy's face and chest.  The
kneeling prisoner jerked back but couldn't really move much.

I don't know if Jimmy had cum as much as his elder brother, because
Luke had been made to swallow it all, but there was no shortage of cum
all over the prisoner.

"Those two guys may be back," Luke said to his brother.  "Bill, Jake
and I will hide in cover and catch them if they do.  You got more jizz
in you, bro?"

"Oh yeah," Jimmy replied, looking with hatred at the prisoner.  He
stroked gently as soon as the three took cover and was back to his
full seven inches within seconds.  He pulled off the senior's gag and
pushed his cock in.  "Suck it it and slowly," he instructed.  "I want
to enjoy this."

The prisoner started to suck and I was surprised how quickly Jimmy
started giving him corrections and instruction.  Jimmy, it appeared,
liked lots of tongue licking and just a little suction.

He was playing this for time and within five minutes I saw Luke giving
some hand signals indicating that he had detected the seniors' return.
In fact it was a different pair this time, and as they stumbled on the
scene they were briefly stunned by the sight of a naked grown man
sucking the dick of an equally naked 18 year old.  They dipped their
guns slightly.

"What the fuck?" was as far as they got at expressing their surprise
verbally before the splatting of paint guns silenced them.

"It's a trap," Jimmy said calmly to them as he pulled his dick out of
the man's mouth and pushed the gag in.  He turned to the two new guys
and simply said "strip!"

They took off their uniforms and revealed that they had two of the
golden tokens on them.  Jimmy tied them up in the usual fashion,
complete with blindfolds and gags and then them kneel on the ground
behind his cock-sucking prisoner.  He tied the left ankle of one to
the right ankle of the other.

"Suck on these," he told them, pushing the tokens into their mouths.
He leant them forwards so that the tokens were vertical and their
mouths were facing straight down.  I enjoyed watching his rock-hard
boner bounce around as he walked around to sort them out.

Jimmy obviously had no self-consciousness about nudity.  I wondered if
he was one of those rugby players who let it all swing out in the
locker rooms and never bothered with wrapping a towel round his waist.
For the sakes of his team mates, I hoped so.

He moved back to his original prisoner.

"Ready for some more, Gary?"  He pushed his cock back into Gary's
mouth and had him start the sucking again.  This time he came quickly,
forcing Gary to swallow every drop.

He moved back to his two new prisoners and took the tokens from them.
Then he had them lean their heads forwards to press against the ground
and spread their legs widely to expose their holes.

"Guess what happens next, guys," he told them.  "Just ask me to stop
if it gets too painful."  Of course, they were both gagged so that was
impossible.  Then he slowly pushed the spit-coated tokens into their
arses.  "Oh, and if you resist, I'll take the nettles to your balls."

While he was clearly enjoying himself, pushing in the makeshift dildos
I could see he still had his eyes open for any more seniors stumbling
onto this scene.  After a bit, with the dildos in about six inches I
decided to move on.

I found eight of the seniors huddled in their fort, keeping a close
eye on any approaches.  The forts we had in the woods were tumbledown
old concrete sheds with their roofs mostly missing.  This fort had one
wall fully intact with a window hole in it, two adjacent walls at
mid-chest height with window holes cut into them and the far wall,
with the doorway in it, at about waist height.  On the inside we had
fixed some loops into the walls to help secure prisoners.

Nearby, hidden in the woods were six juniors led by Steve discussing
how to approach.  Steve, as ever, had a plan.  He reached into his
pocket and pulled out two dark green neckerchiefs he had taken from
stripped prisoners.

"Four of us will wear yellow and be chasing.  The other two will be in
green, running for the fort.  Get in and start shooting them.  Once
they're caught by surprise the other four will be able to get them
from the outside too."

He took one green neckerchief himself and gave the other to Ricky, the
tallest other junior.  They backed off a little so that the run in
would look convincing and set off.

Their plan didn't go well.

As the two of them approached, the guys in the fort shouted out
"Password?" and of course they didn't know it.  There was a round of
splatter from the fort and the four juniors "in pursuit" caught fright
and ran off.  The eight in the fort approached gingerly, still worried
about ambush.  They grabbed their two new prisoners and brought them
in.  Within a minute I saw two uniforms being hoisted up the seniors'
flagpole.  I sauntered over to join them.

Steve and Ricky were naked, obviously, but tied together in an
interesting fashion.  Ricky was standing behind Steve with his wrists
tied together and his arms looped over Steve.  Steve meanwhile had
cable ties on both his wrists and his arms tied together behind
Ricky's back.  Their ankles had been tied together, so that Ricky's
left ankle was tied to Steve's, and his right ankle to Steve's right
ankle.  The right ankle pair was tied to a tree root.  Both were
blindfolded.  This led to a very precarious combination and they
wobbled continuously.

Standing in front of Steve was one senior happily playing with his
nipples and a second playing with his balls and cock.  Behind Ricky, a
third senior had a short length of supple twig in his hand and was
happily laying into Ricky's arse.

Meanwhile they were all interrogating their prisoners.

"What's your fort password?"

Steve and Ricky were trying to convince their interrogators that they
didn't have a password, that they hadn't thought of the idea.  Either
they weren't convincing or, more likely, their captors were having too
much fun questioning them.

I whispered a suggestion into the ear of David, the guy standing
behind, and passed him a condom.  He called for a brief halt and
gagged them both.

Then he reached between the two of them where Ricky's cock had been
pressed up against Steve's arse crack and was already quite hard.  He
rolled the condom down it and then bent it down.  The two guys on
nipple and cock torture bent the pair of them over.  David pressed the
tip of Ricky's cock against Steve's hole.

Steve tensed up, realising what was happening.  A guy grabbed his
bollocks and squeezed, causing him to be distracted and lose focus on
his arse.  David pushed Ricky in a couple of inches.

"All the way, guys, or we'll tip you over into a patch of nettles."

Both of them whimpered through their gags but slowly Ricky sank his
cock into Steve.  Some cord was pulled from the trash lying around the
fort and the tops of their thighs and their waists were tied together.
It would be tricky for Ricky to disengage without help.

"Now, Ricky, here's the deal.  Grab hold of Steve's cock and start
wanking it.  As soon as he cums we'll let you pull out and start
asking you questions again."

Ricky did as he was told, frantically jerking Steve's dick.  Steve
could offer no advice and was clearly not enjoying the experience.  As
a result he was a long time cumming.  He was writhing with the
sensations, though, and started to drip with sweat.

I noticed that the entire fort of seniors was watching the show and
had turned their backs on the approaches to the fort.  This was a bad
idea as I could make out the shapes of very many juniors approaching
stealthily from all directions.

The juniors were able to get right up to the wall on the side of the
fort that backs onto the trees.  They got a clear view of what was
happening.  Carefully, they raised their guns and hopped over the wall
and started firing.  At the same time the rest of the juniors charged
and the fort was immediately overwhelmed.

As soon as the firing had started, Rickie had let go of Steve's cock,
but he was still plugged into his butt.  They stood there, wobbling
even more than ever, with Steve's cock dripping like a leaky tap and
both of them whimpering in heat.

I noticed that the juniors were taking their time with their new
prisoners and were avoiding releasing their captain until the last
moment.  They had all eight seniors standing outside tied over one of
its chest height walls.  Each had their ankles tied to their
neighbours' on each side.  Their arms had been pulled over the wall
and tied on the inside of the wall to the convenient loops.  The
juniors had extended the courtesy of laying their uniforms over the
wall so they didn't rub against the raw concrete.  They were all
gagged but not blindfolded.

Anyone approaching the fort would be faced with the sight of eight
pairs of beautifully muscular ass globes exposed and vulnerable to
their captors.  They were spread the length of the wall and their legs
were widely spread.  Low hanging cock and dick were clearly visible
too but didn't distract from the muscle show.  I pulled out my digital
camera to immortalise the scene.

We all spent a couple of minutes outside taking in the view.  If any
seniors had approached at this point they could probably have retaken
the fort in the same way the juniors took it in the first place.
Nobody was looking out.  However the juniors got lucky, or there were
no seniors left free.

Finally they returned inside to let their two team mates go.  They
pulled off the gags and blindfolds first.  Then they paused, smirking.

"Hey, Steve, Ricky.  Comfortable?  Sorry about the delay."

"Just get us out of here, Dylan!" Steve spat back.

"You sure you don't want Ricky finishing you off?"

"Untie us, now.  Right now, please," begged Ricky from behind.

They untied them.  The two former prisoners pulled apart as fast as
humanly possible with their rock hard boners flapping in the air for
all to see, senior, junior and staff.  Glancing at the juniors' groins
I could see quite a few hard-ons pressing against the khaki too.

"You can get your own uniforms," Dylan laughed, pointing a thumb over
his shoulder to the flagpole currently graced with their uniforms.
Steve and Ricky ran the ten yards and started on the knots holding the
rope in place.  I noticed that they weren't talking and were probably
trying to pretend that their humiliation had never happened.

Meanwhile Dylan started pulling the side branches from a length of
fern.  It was an old plant and he was left with a sturdy cane about
half an inch in diameter and about four feet long.  As Steve came
over, fully dressed and sporting his yellow neckerchief again, Dylan
handed it over.

"You first, Captain."

Steve took the cane and walked over to the first on the left and
hissed into his ear: "First me, then Ricky, then we start asking
questions."

He took a step back and whipped the cane across his captive's buttocks.

SMACK

The man yelped through his gag and slammed into the wall in front of
him.

SMACK

Almost immediately, Steve caned him again.  The man couldn't cry out
but was clearly shocked at the pain he was suffering.  He twisted his
head round to face his torturer.  He couldn't speak but his face was
begging for mercy.

"Hood them," was Steve's only response.

Bags were pulled over their heads.  Steve stood back admiring the
eight arses facing him.  The guy he was caning had his butt tensed.
The others were more relaxed which was a mistake.

SMACK

Steve stepped forwards suddenly and whipped his branch across another
man's arse.  That man cried out loudly enough that his surprise and
pain was audible even through the gag and hood.

Steve's first victim relaxed, thinking that Steve had moved on.
Perhaps he was thinking that the first blow had been Steve's and the
second Ricky's.  Perhaps he was thinking that two blows was all that
he was going to get.  He was wrong.

SMACK

Steve whipped his first victim's arse a third time with the return
stroke immediately being laid into his neighbour.  Both seniors were
now squealing with shock.

Even blindfolded, the set of eight seniors now realised that they were
going to be be flogged at random.  All eight tensed their back, arse
and thigh muscles in case they were next.  It was a sight to behold.

Of course even men in the peak of physical fitness cannot keep that up
for ever.  Steve stood back waiting for someone to relax for even a
moment.  After a minute of gazing upon the wall of flexed muscle and
taut skin Steve saw one of them relax, perhaps just for a moment, and
leapt forwards, swinging the cane across a fourth backside.

SMACK

The sudden sound of cane on flesh distracted two more seniors, one of
whom had already been slapped.  Steve turned and brought the cane down
on the fresh, untouched, glutes.

SMACK

He stepped back again, and beckoned for Dylan and Ricky to come over.
He whispered something in their ears.  Ricky ran off to the audience
of juniors and sent two pairs of them on watch.  Steve was taking no
chances.  The other guys came back with Ricky to be joined by Dylan
who had a second cane in his one hand and a collection of items in his
other.  He handed the cane to Ricky who stood next to Steve, each
keeping an eye on four men.

The other items Dylan was handing out were small,sharp twigs and he
gave a couple to each of the juniors not on watch.  There were eight
of them and each sat underneath one of the seniors, between their
stretched legs, with their backs against the walls, looking up at the
thighs, balls and dicks of their prisoners.  Steve nodded and they
started teasing the prisoners with gentle pokes and and strokes of the
twigs.

One guy was simply tapping the sharp ends of the twigs into his
senior's balls, gently so as not to hurt.  The senior was obviously
ticklish there and twitched violently.  After that of course he
relaxed for a split second.

SMACK

Ricky's cane swung round and left a red stripe across the man's butt.
The junior underneath flashed a "be careful" look but then carried on.

Another junior was simply stroking the inside of the thighs of his
target.  Again, the man seemed ticklish and Steve was taking advantage
of this to whip him every time he relaxed his guard.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

A third junior was simply stroking the cock above him and poking the
exposed hard glans with his twig.  He didn't need to push hard to be
causing serious discomfort.  Of course, every time the senior's
attention switched from back to cockhead his attention was brought
back by Steve's wooden switch.

SMACK

One was lightly whipping his guy's ball sac with the twig.  Another
was reaching up and tickling the lower abs of his victim, pulling his
arms down as Ricky's arm swung.

One of the juniors who wasn't having much luck with his senior, moved
round to the inside of the fort.  He reached forwards and started
tickling the exposed arms pits.  The man immediately lost control and
Ricky's cane immediately came into play.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

After ten minutes of this, none of the seniors had any strength left
and Steve and Ricky were switching their arses more or less at random.
I wandered over to Steve and asked him how long he planned to keep
this up.

"Until my arm gets tired which will be any time now.  Then I hand the
switch over to someone else.  If we can really exhaust them we'll have
an advantage next game."

I had to admire his long term planning but had to question his short
term ideas.

"Dylan has confirmed we have the rest of them at our fort.  Doug's in
charge there and getting his own back for tea time.  You should take a
look; apparently it's quite a show."

I took a few more photos for my private collection and then waved
goodbye to him.  He waved to me and then beckoned over two of the
teasers and as I left they were swapping duties.

I took a roundabout route back to the juniors' fort, passing by the
locations where I had seen seniors being held.  In every case they had
moved on.  As I came up to my destination I found that the seniors had
been brought together.  There were eight of them here so the entire
team was now prisoner at one fort or the other.  There was no sign of
Kyle.

The juniors' fort was a more ramshackle version of the seniors' with
most of the wall at waist height with some wooden barricades to help
with its defence.  All bar two of the senior prisoners had been tied
to the barricade planking, some facing in and others out.  Mark's "jam
victim" was tied to a tree with his wrists behind it and his two legs
widely spread out in front of him and tied to pegs at the ankles.
Walking up I saw that between his knees was the entrance to an ants'
nest.  Now British ants aren't the aggressive, stinging ants that
plague other parts of the world, but they're still not welcome
climbing up your scrotum and penis to get to the big blob of sweet jam
someone has smeared on your piss slit.  While he was hooded he wasn't
gagged and his pathetic begging for mercy filled the air.

"Please!  I've told you.  I said.  I only know one token.  I told you
it - where it was.  Please.  Oh god, get them off.  Ohh!  Stop it.
Make them stop.  Please.  I've told you everything i know.  Please
stop.  Taken them off.  Make it stop."

And so on.  What he didn't know, of course, was that Mark had left him
all alone and wasn't hearing anything he said.

The constant tickling of the ants had given him a massive hard-on and
he was dribbling pre-cum into the jam at the top which the ants were
happily slurping off from his red-speckled cock head.  Bending over I
counted at least forty ants there alone with probably a hundred over
the rest of his cock.  There was the usual trail of ants marching to
and from the nest on the ground in front of him.

I walked over to the other single prisoner, the seniors' captain Pete.
He was tied flat on the ground, spread-eagled face up.  His face,
chest and abs were completely covered with cum.  It looked like at
least a dozen people had shot their loads on him.

Doug came over to join me just out of earshot.  "Every prisoner,
forcibly, and every one of us too," he said.  "Every load on him.  Oh,
and we made him cum too."

"Do you mind?" I asked, pointing my my groin and then at Pete.

"Knock yourself out.  By the way, you got your camera?"

I smiled and pulled it out, snapping a few shots of Pete.  Then I
unzipped my uniform and pulled out my dick.  Given the events of the
afternoon I was already hard and dripping but I gave myself a
leisurely stroke as I stared down at the prone muscle god tied to the
ground in front of me.  I stood between his legs, tucking the tips of
my boots under his upper thighs just to let him know he was about to
be humiliated still further.  He didn't try to say anything through
his gag but just sobbed quietly.

I don't get off on being watched as I wank so having Doug watching
everything was not helping me.  Then I looked down at the man in front
of me and imagined it was Doug.  I'd already seen him with cum
dripping down his body so imagining him lying there with so many men's
loads on him was no real effort.  It also did the trick and within a
minute I shot a load from Pete's navel to his neck.

"You can wipe off with this," Doug said, handing me a uniform.
"Pete's," he explained.  "Use the inside.  There's no mud."

I wiped my dick clean, noticing that at least two people had shot
second loads in there too.  Pete was going to have a miserably sticky
and smelly third game.

Doug led me back to the barricade.  Every arsehole had a token
sticking out from it and every mouth a junior dick.

"We're not going to fuck them until we get back to the offices at the
end of the game.  There's a condom machine in the toilets, isn't
there?"

I nodded in the affirmative.

"I asked Kyle to set things up for us there.  I'm pretty sure we're
going to win.  Eventually," he smiled; there was no doubt the juniors
had already won.  The question was when would I stop the game.

"The deal is that the first shot always goes over Pete.  Then you have
to cum twice more in the mouths of the prisoners of your choice and
they have to swallow.  Once everyone has cum enough we'll stop."

I didn't tell him that he was my first choice of prisoner, but
responded to his idea.

"Twice?  Isn't that a bit of an effort?" I asked.

"May be for an old-timer like you, but we can manage," he replied
smiling.

Behind us we heard Jimmy gasp as he came into someone's mouth.  I
turned to see Jimmy and Luke standing in front of their prisoners with
their uniforms around their ankles.  Some of the juniors had hitched
their outfits up as high as they could and still get their dicks out.
Jimmy and Luke were obviously grandstanding and showing off to each
other.  I wondered idly if this afternoon had been their first
sixty-nine.

Doug walked over to replace Jimmy and I stood next to Luke, more to
check out him and Doug than to wait for the next mouth.  Even so, Luke
came next and, after getting the prisoner to lick him clean moved off
to join his brother.  I pushed my dick into the waiting mouth and got
my blow job.

It took me five minutes before I came again, a mere squirt compared
with the geyser I had unleashed over Pete.  He licked me up unbidden
and then I walked back to the woods.

Standing at the right place for me to have just come from the office I
blew my whistle.

"Juniors win!" I shouted.  "Everyone back to base for a rest."

The juniors retied their prisoners so they could walk, but didn't let
Pete or "ant-guy" clean themselves off.

Kyle joined me and I sent him to the seniors' fort to call time there
too.

Tea break was going to be interesting...

(c) Andy Robson, 2007.  Feel free to use this for any non-commercial purposes.