Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2007 10:32:11 -0400 From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com> Subject: Treville Part 11 This part and all others in the Treville Series are copyright to the authors. Download to read by all means, but not for sale or profit. The story is homoerotic so please leave this site if you are underage or it is illegal for the country in which you abide. Treviile Youth Correctional Camp Part Eight by Stephen Part 11 in the Series Kurt was leading the sponsors from the Mess Hall across the Parade Ground, and I ran to join them. Kurt was dead sober, but the party he was leading looked slightly drunk as theparty of men made their way down a track to the far end of the Camp and stood behind a large rope fence which marked the spectators area. Kurt blew his whistle and the three troops, Jefferson , Franklin and Washington, raced from the start position. Three courses with identical obstacles lay ahead of them: a rope to swing over a wide ditch filled with muddy water; a long concrete sewer pipe to crawl through; a swaying wooden plank suspended on ropes and a 10 foot high brick wall to climb over. The final task was for the team to carry back a telegraph pole. Every Cadet in each troop had to complete each part of the assault course without making a mistake, or he would be required to do it again, and the final task required team work and group effort. I was truly impressed by the efforts of the Cadets and their skill, but I guess their daily practice and 5 licks from Kurt's paddle for any mistake soon bred perfection. The sponsors had entered into the spirit of the competition and were urging their Cadets on, and a loud cheer erupted when Washington Troop staggered through the finishing line carrying their pole, closely followed, neck and neck, by the boys from Jefferson and Franklin. Kurt announced the winning team, then said that there would be a short break to allow the Cadets to catch their breath, before the second half, which would consist of a high rope bridge walk and abseiling from the tower. This piece of equipment was the pride of the Camp, because it never failed to impress visitors. Two tall scaffolding towers some 30 feet high and the same distance apart were linked by a rope walk. One contained ladders and knotted ropes to provide a means of ascent, while the other had a wooden face against which the Cadets abseiled down. The rope bridge between them consisted of one rope to walk on and another above head height to hold. It was truly scary to cross, but was safer than one might have supposed. The inside of the tower they ascended was built in stages, Cadets could fall no further than about ten feet and would land on thick mats, they also wore safety harnesses to cross the rope bridge. But, I had seen more than one Cadet fall from the bridge in the past and, although the jockstrap like climbing harness had caught them six feet from the ground, preventing any serious injury, it left them feeling as if they had been kicked in the bollocks by a mule. Kurt gave the Cadets a full ten minutes to gather their breath before blowing his whistle again and on his signal three Cadets from each troop took part in the demonstration. They climbed with speed and agility and it was truly impressive to watch, as they rapidly made their ascent, climbing the ropes without even using their feet, just hand over hand. At the top of the first tower each Cadet stood for a moment arms outstretched, in a cross, for added dramatic effect, before making his way across the bridge. The assembled spectators murmured their approval at this display of youthful skill and courage, as each Cadet made his way across then abseiled down the other tower to the sound of cheers from the crowd. The Reverend's daughters were the most vocal and were screaming and waving at each boy. The last Cadet to cross was Billy, the cute blond boy from Washington Troop who had wrestled Nat, and the girls were waving like crazy at him. Maybe it was his rush to cross, or the fact that being the last to cross he had no one to adjust his harness. But, as he stepped on to the rope, the leg straps of the harness gathered under his skimpy yellow shorts lifting the sides high up his legs. It looked for all-the-world as if he was wearing just the safety harness, but I don't even think he was aware of it. The girls were shouting and waving and like a fool, when half way across, he decided to wave back. The flourishing wave that Billy had intended to make suddenly became a wild rocking motion, and in an instant he toppled over. A gasp of horror rose from the spectators to accompany the scream of terror from Billy, but the latter suddenly changed to one of agony as his fall was brought to an abrupt halt. We had all watched his fall mesmerised, and clearly seen the fear in his face suddenly turn to one of pain as his fall was abruptly arrested. "Oh Christ, my fucking balls, get me down," he screamed in anguish, as he desperately tried to pull the safety harness from his groin, but his whole weight conspired against him and he hung there spinning with both hands clasped round his groin as if making some obscene gesture. Even though it was an accident, I knew the Reverend would not forgive such as outburst, particularly in front of his daughters – God help the boy, I thought – he will be lucky to retain his balls after using such profanities and obscenities. Just then, something snapped and he fell a further few feet before being brought to a sudden halt. Billy's eyes nearly popped out of his head "FUCK!" he cried. The girls were the first to react. They rushed forward, as we stood watching and tried to assist. Mary Lou thrust her hand deep inside the front of the safety harness while Jessica was pulling Billy's hands aside, and tugging on the harness' backstraps. "Ahh! My balls, my fucking balls," the boy screamed. He was still spinning and nobody could tell what was going on as we gathered round. The Reverend was going apoplectic as he called for his daughters to get away, but they took no notice. Jessica was behind Billy apparently trying to unhook the safety harness from the rope. She had grabbed the webbing which ran between Billy's legs and was trying with all her might to lift the boy, but she just succeeded in tipping him forward as she yanked hard. "Ahh, my nuts!" he screamed. Mary Lou, her hand still inside Billy's harness pulled him the other way and he regained his vertical position. Eventually, after much tugging of the straps by the girls, to the accompaniment of more groans and cries of "Ahh, my balls!" from Billy; the arrival of Kurt on the scene led to the successful removal of the harness. Finally released Billy collapsed curled up on the ground, rolling from side to side, both hands nursing his aching nuts. The Reverend deciding that it was best to move on, and hurriedly called for everyone to make their way to the Mess Hall for lunch. I stayed to help Billy back while the other Cadets ran back at the double and the sponsors walked back at a more leisurely pace. I liked Billy, and though not in my troop, we had chatted before. Despite putting every effort into wrestling Nat, I knew the two boys were good buddies, and I hoped he hadn't hurt himself too badly. When the others were out of sight, I got him on his feet and pulled his shorts and jock down to examine him. His balls were red and swollen, and I could see traces of blood. On closer examination I saw what looked like scratch marks, but Billy had not noticed. He looked into my face, his eyes still wet, "She had me by the balls and was tugging and squeezing them," he said. "Who?" I asked. "The Reverend's daughter – the older one," he replied. "She had her hand inside my jockstrap and was squeezing my nuts; she dug her nails right into them, that's why I screamed" he told me. "I'm sure she was just trying to help you," I assured him, but I had my doubts. "The Reverend will not take kindly to your outburst," I told him. He looked scared, "it just came out – it hurt so bad," he replied. I gave him a slap on his bare arse and told him to get dressed and go and get lunch. I resolved to put in a good word for him, but I had no doubt that he would be severely punished for his string of obscenities at such a public occasion. When I reached the mess hall the guests were already seated at the "high table" and being served their meals by the stewards, dressed in their No 1 uniforms. The Cadets, dressed in their PT kit, were getting their food canteen style and taking it to the long tables and benches set behind. Whilst the guests had a choice of steak or chicken, and a choice or red or white wine, the Cadets had double cheeseburgers with an extra portion of "fries" and, as a treat, "Coke" to drink. The atmosphere was jovial despite the unfortunate incident of Billy's fall, and I sensed that, at least for the moment, the Reverend had put it to the back of his mind.After the meal and having given thanks to God for the food, the Reverend announced that the wrestling match would take place in 15 minutes, and that all those competing would be invited back to his ranch house for a Bar-B-Q commencing at 18.00 hours. Fifteen minutes later I, along with the sponsors, made my way back to the Gym. The sponsors were directed to the central front rows, while the Cadets took their places in the rows on either side, the front row being unoccupied, reserved for the instructors and competitors. The general hubbub ceased momentarily when the fire doors opened and Kurt strode into the Gym, but was immediately replaced by excited whispering as the competitors entered. The twelve boys who followed Kurt were dressed in skin-tight blue lycra wrestling suits, which left nothing to the imagination. He led them onto the stage and called them to attention. They stood in profile for a few seconds, their shoulders held back, the tightly stretched lycra moulding to every curve of their body. All eyes in the room took in the respective bulges of their youthful manhood. "Left turn," Kurt commanded. "Stand at ease". The Cadets turned then stood legs apart, shoulders back, with hands behind their backs. Again, we were rewarded by the sight of the lycra stretched tight to reveal every detail of their anatomy. Sitting in the front row, with the boys barely six foot away, it was immediately apparent that the boys were naked under their "skinnies". Without a jockstrap, and recently shaved, without even the benefit of a cushion of pubes, the tight wrestling suits moulded to each boy's cock and balls and showed every detail. The blue elastic fabric of the skinnies was so tight you could tell at a glance those who were circumcised, from the smooth curve of the their knob-ends. I was surprised to see Billy on the stage after his recent injury and couldn't help but wonder how he was feeling, and my eyes moved instinctively to his groin. His cock lay slightly to the left of his balls, they certainly looked big, like two golf balls. Kurt had the Cadets stay in that position while he read out the name of each competitor and their "troop", and whom they would be wrestling. Then, telling the first pair to remain on stage, he bade the other Cadets to take their seats. My boys came and sat on the seats near me, but it left two spare seats at the end of the aisle and, before I could signal otherwise, Mary Lou and Jessica scampered from their own seats to take them. All eyes were on the stage as Kurt announced that this match was between Caleb from Jefferson and an equally powerfully built Cadet, Luke, from Washington troop. The boys went to their respective corners, and waited for Kurt to call them out. I was detracted by whispering down the row, and saw a can of Coke being passed down the line of seated competitors. "Those bloody girls," I thought, as each Cadet took a swig before passing it on. I resolved to tell the Reverend to keep a better eye on his daughters. Caleb had been a dirty fighter in the practice session, but I had not expected him to be quite so blatant in this, the public, display. Extending his left hand, he allowed Luke to grab it with his right hand, but as he did so, Caleb rushed into him and grabbed Luke's nuts with his own right hand. I could see his hand tighten round Luke's balls as he simultaneously swept Luke's legs from under him and gave him a push. Luke toppled backwards his feet skidding from under him. For a moment he hovered in the air held up only by Caleb's tight grip of his balls, before they were ripped free from Caleb's grasp. Luke uttered a loud groan as he fell onto his back, but before he had even landed, Caleb had jumped on to him, his right knee slamming into Luke's groin as he landed on him. Somehow, Luke managed to roll over onto his front, but Caleb just sat on his back and reached between the boy's legs and attacked his testicles once more. I was rock hard watching the fight, it was the hottest thing I had ever seen, but I was amazed that such tactics were allowed. An accidental tap on my elbow made me aware that the can of Coke had reached the Cadet next to me, and that he had just taken a swig. He was about to take another swig when I indicated for him to give it to me. Reluctantly the, Cadet handed it over. It was nearly empty and I had no wish to set a bad example by drinking Coke during the competition, but nor did I want it kicked over and to be spilt on the floor, so I quickly drained it of the last mouthful and placed it under my chair - I had detected the taste of whisky mixed with the Coke. As I contemplated what I might say to the Reverend about his daughters' behaviour, I tasted a sharp, bitter, almost metallic aftertaste in my mouth – the effect of mixing whisky in a metal can I supposed. Caleb had won the first round, but there were two more to go, and Kurt called for the boys to come out from their corners; they circled each other warily. They began grappling and pulling each other trying to gain the advantage. Luke was extremely wary and twice managed to block another attack to his balls, but Caleb's tactics had unnerved him and soon Caleb threw him and jumped upon him. Anticipating that Caleb would go for his nuts once more he drew his knees up over his groin, but Caleb fell next to him and looped an arm under Luke's left leg, and reaching behind Luke's head with his other arm locked his hands together and drew his arms together. Then, pinning Luke's right arm to the floor with his left leg, he climbed aside him. Caleb had Luke pinned to the floor as he lay on one of Luke's legs, and as he tightened his choke hold round Luke's neck, Luke was forced to lift his other leg up high, stretching his groin wide. Caleb tightened his grip and Luke lifted his groin higher, Caleb's right knee was already in position. It was as if he was just waiting for Luke to make him an offering of his balls. Caleb exerted all his strength in the choke-hold and Luke stretched his legs even wider and lifted his groin high. His balls stood out vulnerably, held tightly in place by the wresting singlet, almost as if begging to be punished, as Caleb slammed his knee up hard into them. Not once, but three times, Caleb's knee moved like a piston smashing into Luke's nuts. It was only Luke's desperate writhing that caused Caleb to pause, lest he loose his balance. But it was only a temporary remission for Luke; Caleb waited only until Luke had creased his violent writhing before tightening the strangle-hold once more and forcing Luke to lift his left leg high. Luke was lying on the mat with his straight leg facing us, as the knee of his other leg was pulled high to his neck; it looked as if he was deliberately displaying his nuts for another hit; they stood out like a pair of blue lycra clad golf-balls. Calab carefully shifted his weight and positioned himself. The cheering-on of the boys had ceased, and the room waited in hushed anticipation. My cock was so hard in my jock I had been shifting uncomfortably in my seat and been forced to discreetly reach inside my trouser pocket to ease it to a vertical position. I glanced at the laps of the Cadets sitting to my left. Nat's cock was, like mine, vertical but, whereas my erection was hidden by my loose chinos, Nat's state of arousal was obvious and clearly displayed; the material of his "skinnies" mouldered to his cock like a second skin as it held his erection flat to his belly. Jess, sitting next to him was similarly hard, though his "skinnies" revealed that his cock had not yet reached vertical; it lay diagonally across his lap his knob-end threatening to poke out the high-cut legs of his wrestling suit at any minute. Even as I watched his hand reached down, and his erect cock glided like a snake under the stretchy nylon to assume a more comfortable position. I lent forward to steal a glance at the laps of the other boys. Jessica had moved to sit next to Billy, and both he and Brad, sitting next to him, were in an obvious state of discomfort; even their cupped hands on their laps, could not hide the fact that their "skinnies" were tenting obscenely. But, Jessica and Mary Lou were not looking at Billy or Brad, their eyes were fixed upon the boys on the stage. "Come on Caleb," Mary Lou called like a cheerleader, "Yeah, give it to him," Jessica said in a loud whisper. As if on command, Caleb brought his knee up hard, right into Luke's blue orbs. It looked as if his balls had been forced into his body, as Caleb's knee slammed into Luke's groin. Caleb had hit Luke so hard his whole body had jolted nearly a foot up the mat. Luke uttered a piercing scream, and Caleb released his grip of his leg. Kurt blew his whistle to call time, and as Caleb stood, Luke curled himself into a ball and lay groaning on the mat. As Caleb stood facing us it was clear that he too had been aroused by the fight and that his cock was hard within his suit. Kurt approached Luke and spoke quietly to him, then stood and addressed the audience. "Since Luke feels unable to continue, Jefferson Troop are declared the winner of this match," he said. It took a few minutes for Luke to be helped off the stage, and though still doubled up either from pain, or in an attempt to hide his embarrassment, the large wet patch on the front of his skinnies was clearly visible -a huge dark patch that reached from his navel to his tits. My cock was rock hard and straining as I realised that the prolonged assault on his balls had made him ejaculate – was that why Kurt had been so insistent I was so vigilant on preventing the Cadets masturbating, I wondered. As we waited for the next pair to be called, I saw Jessica place a hand high on Billy's thigh as if seeking support as she bent low to reach under his chair. It looked as if she was having difficulty finding what she was looking for, and a tightly bound plait of her hair, with its red ribbon, was pushing hard into the swell of Billy's package. After several attempts she found what she was seeking and her head rose. Her face, only inches from his groin, it looked as if she was about to take his bulging package in her mouth. Billy's face was "beetroot" and he shifted uneasily, and as he lent back the bulge in his "skinnies" reached new heights of elevation. Desperately, Billy tried to cover his embarrassment with his hand, but his bulge moved as if alive, as his now rigid cock attempted to make its transition skyward, but was restrained under his tight "skinnies". To say he was "tenting" them would be the understatement of the year. The "tent-pole" in his wrestling suit was stretching the fabric a good six inches in the air! Jessica nearly dropped the can of Coke she had retrieved from under his chair in his lap she was so excited. But, Billy didn't know what to do; his first reaction had been to place both his hands round his straining cock, but that just made it look more obscene, as it looked as if he was having a two handed wank. I saw the look of shocked horror on Kurt's face, and was glad for Billy's sake that only Kurt was on the stage to see his predicament - fortunately, the Reverend and the guests would not be able to see from where they were sitting. Jessica smiled sweetly as she sat back in her chair, toying with the can of Coke, before handing it to Billy, who by now had crossed his legs and was sitting very uncomfortably. He took a quick swig and passed it down the line. I was really tempted to get up and storm over and give the wretched girls a piece of my mind, but I knew that such action would only draw further attention to the situation. Instead I waited for the can to make its way down the row of Cadets. Nat took a mouthful, but barely had he swallowed it before I had taken the can off him. It was practically empty this time, but I took another taste to check the contents, sure enough I could taste the whisky. The strange bitter, metallic taste was present too, and tasted stronger. Caleb stood on the stage, waving his clenched hands above his head in victory, to the huge round of applause he received from the spectators, was oblivious to the dark patch at his navel just above his obviously erect cock – Christ, it looked as if he had come as well! Luke hobbled down the steps, still doubled over; one hand hugging his balls. The next pair to be called on stage were Jed, another boy from Jefferson and Craige. Both boys rose from their seats and climbed the steps. Jed had been sitting on the far row and came running over, but Craige stood almost reluctantly. Still I hardly blamed him after what had happened to Luke, since if any Cadet's balls made an easy target it was Craige's. I loved playing with his huge balls, as I had on many occasions, in the privacy of my room, squeezing them tight as I made him jack-off, after having given his arse a good paddling. It never ceased to fascinate me, how some boys could have nuts the size of a small almond, whilst others had balls the size of a walnut; in Craige's case they were more like a couple of hard boiled eggs. When Craige stood on the stage next to Jed, both Cadets in the "at ease" position, everyone's eyes were upon their groins. Both Cadets were rock hard, their cocks pointing to their bellies, clearly outlined by the thin material of their wresting suits, which only seemed to emphasise their state of arousal and display there balls more clearly. Jed's cock looked massive; it must have stretched well over his belly button, and was as thick as they come. I was inclined to believe my suspicions that Kurt had selected the competitors as much by their cock size as wrestling ability, but no way could Jed match Craige in the testicle department. Standing at the "at ease" position on the stage, with their hands behind their backs, every detail of their anatomy was displayed. Kurt brought them to attention and as they moved you could see their hard young cocks twitch within their skinnies – Christ it was horny; my cock was so hard it felt as if it would burst. Whether it was the "special coaching" Kurt had given the pair, or the instructions from their sponsors to be sure to win, or maybe even the example Caleb had set, I don't know, but from the start both boys were intent on going for their opponent's balls. Every move they made appears to be designed for the sole purpose of gaining a shot at their opponent's nuts. By the end of the first round both boys had sustained several hits and hand grabs, the latter causing damp patches on their navels. The match was brought to an end in the second round when Jed got on top of Craige, sitting on his chest, and with his legs inside those of Craige, stretched them wide apart. Realising his vulnerability and what was in store, Craige tried to reach for Jed's bollocks. Jed had grasped Craige's left arm with his own and was holding it clear, but Craige managed to reach his right arm up and grab Jed's balls in his hand. As his fist closed, I could see he was squeezing for all he was worth, but his own big nuts were too tempting a target for Jed to break free. Instead, Jed began to smash his fist down on first one egg sized ball and then the other; hitting each ball in turn in a rain of blows. Unable to move, Craige kept a tight hold on Jed, gripping tighter in his pain. Jed's cock seemed to grow even bigger under the light lycra; then it happened. Even through the lycra I could see his rampant cock twitch before a dark wet patch suddenly appeared on his chest. Both boys were groaning and shaking as Jed collapsed on top of Craige, looking for all the world as if he were attempting to 69 his writhing opponent. When Kurt finally pulled Jed free and got him and Craige to their feet, it was clear that Craige had also shot his load during the fight, the dark patch stretched from his navel to his neck! Mary Lou and Jessica stared goggle-eyed at the teenage boys. Billy had been so engrossed in the fight on stage that he had forgotten to conceal his predicament and was once again displaying an obvious erection. Jessica whispered in his ear and he hastily crossed his legs and covered his groin again. Kurt awarded the match to Jed, amid another burst of thunderous applause, before calling the next pair. Billy and Nat both rose to their feet to mount the stage. As Billy rose, desperately trying to conceal his obscenely tenting bulge, Jessica thrust her elbow out hitting him, as if by accident. I could tell by the way he momentarily doubled up that she had scored a direct hit, but it had at least lessened his embarrassment, as it had the effect of adjusting his straining cock within his singlet. I caught Jessica's eye and she smiled sweetly back at me as if butter would not melt in her mouth. To be continued.