Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:27:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jackson Amacher <j_amacher@yahoo.com>
Subject: ST: Paintball-5 (authoritarian, outdoors)

    XI.

    It had only been a day or so since I'd been in the Green camp, but
there had been a lot of changes.  The border had moved outward
slightly, and it looked like there were a few more tents than before. I
saw a bunch of guys, all of them stripped to their underwear or just
plain naked, working to build another tent. Looked like slave labor was
part of Jeff's strategy now.

    The Green soldiers marched the nine of us, naked, tied up, and
gagged, into the camp. George made me take the lead. We heard lots of
cheers and cat-calls as they marched us in towards the prison in the
center of the camp.

    We didn't take a direct route.  They kind of marched us around the
border of the camp, and then spiraled in towards the prison at the
center of the camp.  They made sure to parade our naked, bound bodies
in front of everyone in the camp.  We were popular sights.  Even the
other prisoners stopped what they were doing and leered at us. In all,
there must have been close to a hundred people in that camp staring at
my naked body. I had never been naked in front of so many people
before. Being tied up, humiliated, and even greased up like a sex slave
made it even worse.

    I tried to make eye contact with whoever I could, so that they
would recognize me as a fellow Green and realize that I shouldn't be
treated like a prisoner. But whenever I caught someone's eyes, all I
got back was this hungry, can't- wait-to-try-that look. Guess no one
recognized me with my clothes off-or no one wanted to. If they did
recognize me, I wondered if anyone would care enough to do anything
about it. Why would they? I was a hell of a lot more appealing to them
in this state. I regretted going on that stupid undercover mission more
than anything else.

    They led us into the prison enclosure. I noticed something new: a
bunch of wooden posts sticking up out of the ground, stopping at about
hip level. The Greens led me over to stand between two of the posts.
They cut off  the rope that was binding my hands, grabbed my wrists,
and strapped each one to a post. When they were done, I couldn't move
my arms.

    I looked around and saw that I was the only one that they had tied
to the posts. They had the other eight naked prisoners in a corner of
the camp. They picked one and led him off to the command center tent.
After a few minutes, we started to hear shouting and screaming. That
was when I remembered what that tent was for: interrogation.

    A big Green with a smile on his face walked up to me. He closed his
eyes and took a big sniff, smelling the aroma of the baby oil they'd
made me rub on my skin. He reached over and started to feel the
contours of my muscles on my arms and chest, then felt my butt and my
abs.

    "You'll do nicely," he said to me. "I'm Tom, the prison director.
And your name is now `Reward.'"

    I didn't get it at first. Then Tom walked away, towards the
prisoners outside the enclosure who were working on building the tent.
Tom blew a whistle, and they all stopped what they were doing and came
to attention. There were twelve of them, nine wearing briefs and three
totally naked. I thought about how nice it would be to have those boys
at my beck and call. Then, I realized that I recognized one of them: it
was Jonas, the guy who'd brought me to this crazy paintball game to
begin with.

    Tom said something to the guys that made them happy. They gave out
a cheer and a few claps. Then, they all trotted away from the work site
and towards me, in the enclosure. Tom followed them.

    The prisoners surrounded me. I had never felt so many people
touching me at once. Every part of my naked body was invaded by hands,
arms, even a tongue or two. It was horrible being that helpless, served
up like a piece of meat.

    "One at a time, boys. You first, corporal," Tom said.

    Jonas walked in front of me. He was still naked, just the way I'd
left him, except now he had a little white armband on his right bicep.
Corporal? Jesus. This guy was in charge of me, now?

    Jonas looked me directly in the eye and smiled. He definitely knew
who I was. He reached out, grabbed my balls, and squeezed. I pulled
back at the pain, but my wrists were bound so tightly that I could
barely move. Delighting in my helplessness, Jonas reached out and
tickled me under the armpits.

    Then he wasted no time. Jonas walked behind me. I didn't turn my
head to watch him. I just braced myself. I guess I deserved this.

    He jammed into me very hard, and started pumping back and forth.  I
have to admit that despite the situation I was in, I enjoyed it.  Jonas
took his time and made sure that both of us would get something out of
the experience.

    Two guys had at me after Jonas.  Both of them were pretty quick. 
When they were done, the group walked away, and Tom stuck a gag in my
mouth.

    "Rest up a bit," he said.  "There's more coming."

    Tom walked away, and left me there tied to the posts. I tried to
look as dignified as I could, but I was still pretty mortified to be on
display like this.  I kept looking around the camp to see if someone
would recognize me and help me out.

    Then I saw Jeff walk out of the command tent.  He passed by the
prison, and stopped briefly to admire some of the boys that were on
display there.  Then he did a double- take when he saw me.  Jeff walked
over to Tom, and seemed to be bitching him out.  Then Jeff walked into
the prison, came over to me and took out my gag.

    "Nate, I'm sorry about this, looks like George and the guys decided
to play a trick on you," Jeff said.  "Tom's bringing you a new
uniform."

    Jeff reached over to my wrist and loosened the knot enough for me
to pull my hand out.

    "Thanks," I said, letting my hand fall to my side.

    Just then we heard shouting around the northern wall. I saw a bunch
of Green soldiers pick up their weapons and run towards the northern
checkpoint.

    A lookout guard came up to Jeff.  "The Yellows are attacking the
northern wall!," he shouted.

    Jeff turned away from me, ran out of the prison, and started to
give orders to prepare for the defense of the camp.  He left me with a
free hand, so I could easily untie my other wrist.  But I didn't do it
just then for some reason.

    There was a lot of commotion at the northern wall.  I heard a
couple of guys shout with pain as they got hit with paint pellets.  The
Yellows seemed to be attacking with a large force.  Jeff moved most of
the guards up to that wall. This was a mistake.

    There was a charge to the west.  A large group of Yellows, mixed
with a few Browns, rushed through the under- defended gate.  Some of
them had paint guns, but most carried long poles that had been
sharpened with a knife. Then ran around the camp with incredible
efficiency, threatening to shoot or stab anyone who didn't surrender.
The Greens at the northern border were helpless; they couldn't defend
their fronts and rears at the same time. Within ten minutes, the entire
Green camp had been routed.

    And there I was, naked and tied between two poles. Jeff had freed
my left hand, but suddenly I realized I need it tied up.  I put my
wrist back in the knot and tightened.



    XII.

    The Yellows and Browns made their captives drop their weapons,
place their hands over their heads, and kneel to the ground.  That way,
one soldier could effectively watch over four or five prisoners each. 
This freed up the rest of the soldiers to secure the camp.

    The prison was their first stop.  They took a moment to admire all
the naked guys, but quickly set about the task of untying everyone and
getting people something to wear.

    I tried not to look at any of them in the face, because I was
worried that they would recognize that I was really a Green.  But just
then Steve, the other guy who had gone on the undercover mission with
me, walked up to me in full Yellow regalia.

    "Don't worry, man," he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and
looking into my eyes.  "We'll have you wearing Yellow colors again in
no time."  He untied me and gave me a pair of Yellow briefs to wear. 
All of the prisoners were given briefs, if they didn't have them
already.  They told us that a second wave was on its way, and it would
have more clothes for the rest of us.

    A group of Yellow soldiers entered the Green command tent.  We
heard some shouting in there, and then a few seconds later one of the
soldiers came out, waving the Green flag over his head.  All of the
Yellows cheered.

    Right behind him was two other soldiers, who were holding Jeff by
his arms.  Jeff looked really scared, as if he didn't know what the
hell was about to happen to him.

    They led Jeff to the center of the camp, in front of the prison. 
The two guys who had his arms let go.  Another Yellow walked up to him,
pointing a sharpened spear directly at his chest.

    "Strip naked, slow and easy," he said.

    The camp was entirely quiet, except for the sound of birds in the
trees.  The entire Green camp was staring at Jeff, the captured leader.
 He pulled off his shirt and lifted up his legs to rip off his boots.

    "I said slowly, dumbfuck," the Yellow solider said, smiling.

    Jeff slowed down.  He bent his naked torso down and untied each
boot, one by one, and then pulled them off. Then he pulled of each
sock.  Then he stood up, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down.

    He paused for a second.  I could tell he was really embarrassed to
be in that situation.  On top of everything else, he really didn't have
the best body.  He didn't really have pecs to speak of; his entire
torso was just kind of fat and flappy.  Particularly with some of the
well-built college boy prisoners standing around, he just looked kind
of pathetic standing there in his underwear.

    The Yellow solider with the gun just smiled and nodded towards
Jeff's last remaining scrap of clothing.  Jeff hooked his thumbs under
the waistband and pulled down, revealing a flabby butt and a fairly
small cock.

    Immediately, one of the Yellows produced a camera and started
taking pictures of Jeff's naked body.  Jeff dropped his hands down to
cover his cock, but they forced him to put them up behind his head.  He
walked all around Jeff, getting shots from the front, rear, and sides.
All eyes were on Jeff, fascinated by his humiliation and wondering what
would happen next.

    "So, here's the thing, Jeff," the Yellow soldier said. "We've got
your nice flag here.  And, to tell you the truth, we've also got the
Brown flag back at our camp. Impressed?"

    Jeff said nothing.

    "But, you know, there's still two days before the game ends.  If we
take your flag back to our camp, we'll have won and the game will have
to finish early.  And who wants that?"

    Suddenly I got a huge smile on my face.  I knew what was coming.

    "So, here's what's going to happen.  All we're going to ask of you
is to hang on to this flag for us for a few more days, OK?," the Yellow
guard asked, as if Jeff really had a say in the matter.

    Just then some more Yellows arrived.  They had clothes for all of
us prisoners.  They gave me a uniform and gun like everyone else.

    Four of the yellows took mallets and stakes from one of the tent
construction sites and pounded four stakes into the ground in a
rectangle, about five feet apart from each other, sticking out of the
ground at angles.  They grabbed Jeff and forced him to lie down between
the stakes.  Then they took handcuffs, and chained each of his arms and
legs to a stake.  Finally, they took the green flag, and stuck its
staff up Jeff's butt.  It was only a few feet long, so it jutted
straight up from between Jeff's buttcheeks.

    "What do you know?," the Yellow said to his soldiers. "We take
their camp, but they still have possession of their flag. OK, boys, get
to it."

    The Yellows fanned out across the camp.  I joined a group of them. 
We had a few paint guns, but mostly we carried spears.

    Each group of Yellows rounded up three or four Greens. Our Greens
were two college kids and two older guys.  We herded them towards the
edge of the camp.

    "Take off your shirts," I said.

    "Screw this!," the college kid said.  "Game's over. You guys won. 
Excuse me while I head back to the parking lot, OK?"

    "You aren't going anywhere," one of my partners said, pointing a
paint gun at him.

    "Yeah, that's a great threat right at the end of the game," the
college kid.  "Please, be my guest, shoot me!," he said, holding his
arms out.

    The three of us took our spears and pointed them right at him.  One
of my partners got behind him, so he couldn't run.

    "If you shirt isn't hanging on my spear within thirty seconds,
you'll be going to the first aid station, not the parking lot.  Now,
play along," I said.

    The guy looked down at the ground.  He waited for a few seconds,
then reached to his waist and pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto
my spear.

    "Rest of you, too," one of my partners said.

    Everyone stripped to the waist.  They were some nice looking guys,
pretty well cut and well-defined.

    We made them take off their shoes and boots, too. Within seconds,
we had all their hands tied behind their backs, and we marched them
towards the center of the camp. By now, most of the other Greens had
been placed in the same situation.

    "Hey, Nate," one of the Yellow commanders said to me. "These people
fucked you over good.  You want to be in charge of them?"

    This was incredible; was my cover this good?

    "Sure," I said.  "Where do you want them?"

    "Clear them out of here for now," he said.

    I scanned through the crowd until I spotted the face I was looking
for.  I walked up to him, and admired his chest one more time.

    "Hi, George," I said.

    George kind of had a smile on his face.

    I grabbed George by a nipple and pulled him in front of the crowd. 
I went behind him and untied his hands.  A couple of Yellow guards
stood at attention with spears pointing at him.

    "Clothes," I said, holding out my hand.

    George closed his eyes and pulled his pants down, then picked them
off the ground and handed them to me.  He was clearly blushing.  But he
had learned something.  Without pausing, he pulled off his briefs and
handed them to me.  It felt good to be in control again.

    I pointed at the two posts I had been tied to just minutes before,
and George obediently walked over to them. I nodded at two guards, who
tied George spread-eagle between the posts.

    "All right, company march!," I shouted.  We forced the Greens, all
shirtless, to march towards the northern wall of the camp.

    "You've got fifty minutes to take this wall down. Stack the boards
over there," I said, pointing to a clearing.

    The Greens just stood around and looked at me like I was an idiot.

    "These boards are nailed together -- we need tools," one of them
said.

    I walked over to the guy and stood extremely close to him, almost
crushing his bare feet with my boots. I reached down to his fly and
unzipped it, and with two quick motions pushed his pants and underwear
to the ground. Then I slapped the side of his face, knocking him down.

    "You guys look healthy enough to me," I said. "Put those muscles to
use. Slack off and you lose clothes. Work hard, and you get a reward,
like George over there, or this guy," I said, pointing at the ground.

    The Greens started to go to work. At first one or two of them tried
to remove the support posts from the ground, but it was obviously not
something that even one man could do alone. So they formed entire
groups of people to pry the boards apart. It was grueling work, and a
lot of fun to watch. The wood was mostly untreated pine, so it did come
apart, but not that easily. Four of five guys would stand really close
to each other, grab onto boards, and pull away from each other. They
were all stripped to the waist, so you could see the muscles straining.
They had no tools, and some of them got splinters and scratches. It was
a hot day, and before long they were covered with sweat. You could see
their stomachs (and on some of them, their abs) move up and down while
they breathed heavily.

    A couple of them were slacking off, though. Whenever they did,
Yellow guards swooped in and took their pants off, then made them get
back to work. It was even sexier to watch frightened guys wearing
nothing but their briefs sweat and work to tear apart their own camp. A
few of these guys still refused to work, so we took their underwear,
too.

    After two hours, a large section of the wall was gone and there was
a stack of boards on the ground. I grabbed a crew of five hard-working
Greens and gave them the job of hauling the boards further out into the
woods. I had something in mind for what to do with all that wood.

    I didn't want to trust prisoners with a hammer or nails, so I
recruited a group of yellows to take the wood from the fence and build
a bunch of A-frames. They'd take three long boards or studs and nail
them together to make a triangle, which we could then lean against a
tree in the forest. As the Greens brought more and more wood into the
forest, they started to see our handiwork, but I'm not sure if they
could tell what we had in store.

    In another hour, the Greens had finished taking apart the northern
wall. They looked exhausted. Most of them had been stripped down to
their underwear at this point, and several were naked. I walked in
front of the group.

    "Naked, lazy Greens over here," I said, motioning to the side.  The
naked Greens did as they were told.

    I had them all cross their wrists behind their necks. A group of
Yellow guards went around with cable ties, tying their wrist together.

    "Well, it's reward time. Anyone with pants, pick one of them," I
said.

    The other Greens took a while to catch my meaning, but then they
caught on. A couple of the guys who still had their pants strolled
over, and started examining each of the naked prisoners one by one.
When they found one they liked, they pulled him aside and either
butt-fucked him or made him suck them off.

    A lot of the guys with pants stayed behind, though.

    "I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist, guys," I said. "Come over
here."

    I led all of them over to where George was tied up. George was
spread-eagle, but his hands were tied at waist level, so I was able to
force him to kneel on the ground. I had the guys form a line. I brought
the first guy in line in front of George, and I unzipped the guy's
pants and pulled out his dick and made George suck it. George went to
work, though it was obvious he wasn't enjoying it. I let it go on for a
few minutes until I thought the guy was going to come, and then I made
him pull out. I brought him behind George, and had him go to work on
George's ass. While he was at work there, I had the next guy in line
come receive a blowjob from George. One by one, I made George suck off
each of them while he was getting buttfucked by another. I made sure
each guy got at least five minutes of treatment on both ends. George
couldn't make all of the guys come, but he did give all of them
erections so that they were ready to work on his ass. There must have
been fifteen or twenty guys total. I had a camera set up to take a
photo of George and the two men he was working on each time the line
rotated. By the end of it, George looked exhausted.



    XIII.

    The sun was beginning to go down. It was the last night of the
game.

    We broke off the merriment in the camp. We left the naked Greens in
the camp, tied up. We marched the rest of them into the forest. There
was enough A-frames for everyone. We tied their hands together, then
tied their hands to the top of the A-frame. This kept their bodies
stretched out, secure, and totally accessible from the front and back.
Once we had all of them tied up, we went around one by one and started
stripping them naked. The Greens gave out surprised cries as we pulled
off their pants and underwear. I guess they felt like they had earned
them. But all they had been doing was helping us.

    It was a beautiful sight: row after row of naked male bodies,
helpless, bound, and humiliated. I thought about how close I had come
to being in their position.

    A few of the Yellows decided to take advantage of the situation.
They walked behind a nice body, unzipped, and went to work. There were
a few outraged shouts, but no one outright complained.

    I walked back to the Green camp. Most of the Yellow officers were
gathered around Jeff. We still had him naked, with all four limbs
staked to the ground and his own Green flag staff sticking out of his
ass.

    Chris, the head of the Yellows, was there.

    "Hey, you're just in time. We're trying to get Jeff to formally
surrender," he said.

    Surrender? There was no need; we'd basically won the game. But fun
is fun.

    Chris was sticking twigs into the ground about three inches away
from Jeff's flesh. He was working his way around Jeff's body, making an
outline of where Jeff was. I tried to figure out what Chris was up to,
but couldn't see it.

    Chris took a match and lit a candle. He dripped a few drops of hot
wax on Jeff's back to watch Jeff squirm. Jeff gave out a quick cry of
pain, but didn't say anything. Chris took the candle and started
setting the twigs on fire one by one.

    It was fascinating to watch. The twigs burned around Chris, like
birthday candles. They weren't close enough to his skin to burn it, but
Chris didn't seem to realize that. He started screaming, begging us to
put the twigs out. He started to squirm to get away from the fire, but
any movement only brought him painfully close to another burning twig.
The cute part was that as he squirmed, you could see the green flag
sticking out of his butt wave back and forth. I was a little worried
that it would catch fire on the twigs, but it didn't. Eventually Jeff
realized he should stop squirming if he didn't want to get burned. That
left him with nothing to do but try to stay completely still and beg
for mercy.

    "Jesus Christ, put them out! Please!," Jeff kept shouting, over and
over.

    "What will you give me to put them out, Jeff?," Chris asked. "What
do you have to offer?"

    Jeff didn't have an intelligent answer. He just kept on begging.

    "Here's the deal, Jeff," Chris said. "I put them out, and you're my
slave after the game for a week."

    Jeff didn't say anything. Chris took another twig, lit it on fire,
and planted it directly in front of Jeff's face. That did it. Jeff
started screaming and crying, and finally shouted out, "I'll do it!
Please! Just stop!"

    Chris had a pail of cold water ready. He splashed it around Jeff,
getting him quite wet in the process.

    Chris inspired me. I walked over to George. He was still tied to
the posts. A few Yellows had fucked him since I'd left, but now he was
alone.

    "Hey George, how's it going?," I asked, like we were best buddies
now. George didn't answer.

    "George, I was just admiring your photo collection," I said, and
showed George a stack of Polaroids the Yellows had taken from George's
barracks. They were the pictures George had taken of me. "Think I could
keep these, George?"

    George gave out a soft moan. Those pictures were his equalizer. Now
they were gone.

    "Hey George, I guess by now you must have a taste for being naked
in public, huh?," I asked, patting George on the rear.

    "Not really, no," George said.

    "Are you sure? I'll bet when you get back to college, you'll jump
at chances to show off your body."

    "I don't think I ever want to be naked again," George said.

    "That's too bad. I was hoping I could share all the photos of you
that I have with my friends."

    George lifted his head and looked at me.

    "No -- please don't --," George started.

    "Of course it would be easier if I just put them on the Internet.
Sound good to you? I'd give you credit of course. Real name and
everything. Thousands of guys could see you daily."

    "I'll do anything," George said. "Just let me have those pictures."

    "I think I'm going to hang on to them, George," I said. "Only tell
you what. You be my slave for the next month, and I'll keep them
private."

    George thought for a while, and then nodded.



    XIV.

    The next morning, we unchained Jeff. The four yellows who had led
the attack on the Green camp each grabbed an arm or a leg, and we
carried him, flag still sticking up out of his butt, into the Yellow
camp. As soon as the flag entered the Yellow camp, we let up a cheer.
We had won the game!

    We radioed the news in to the game's administrators. They drove
into the game grounds in a group of jeeps, verifying that the Yellows
had won the game.

    When the administrators found our field full of naked, bound men,
to my surprise they took out cameras and began photographing the guys!

    "For our brochures," an administrator told me.

    We cut the prisoners down, and shook hands. We didn't give them
clothes back, though. The administrators collected all the discarded
clothes up in their jeeps and drove back to the base camp. All of us --
Browns, Yellows, and Greens - - walked back to the base camp together,
making our last admiring glances at the prisoners' naked bodies.
George, shy to the end, walked with his hands covering his privates.
Poor guy.

    It was kind of weird being back in the locker room, putting clothes
back on again. This was the place where the game had first divided us,
but now we were together again. Jonas had been naked since the time I
caught him, and he seemed glad to get dressed again.

    The five of us who had driven out to the camp originally -- Jonas,
Me, Jeff, Chris, and Ted -- walked to Jonas' SUV in the parking lot.
Jeff wasn't very talkative, perhaps realizing that he had just given
his body away to Chris for a week.

    I caught George out of the corner of my eye.

    "Hey Jonas, do we have an extra seat in that thing?," I asked.

    "Sure," Jonas said.

    I called out to George. He left the group of college guys he was
with and came over. I nodded at Jonas' SUV.

    "Get in," I said. George got in.

    Before the SUV had even left the parking lot, Chris had ordered
Jeff to strip naked, and I did the same to George. We didn't have sex
there -- we were all pretty tired, to tell you the truth -- but it was
nice to have something good to look at for the trip back.