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Chapter 51

My instinctive reaction was to fight until Jules yelled at me to keep calm and I would be alright. It was only then that I realised what had woken me up was being picked up by members of the cricket team. They had undone the zip on my sleeping bag and opened it up to ensure that none of the bag would get tangled with my body and then they had grabbed hold of my legs and arms and began to lift me which is when I woke up and began to thrash about in an attempt to get free and fight back. From the commotion, I realised that Mark was suffering a similar fate to me. With a different guy holding each limb and each one bigger and stronger than me I could put up little resistance and so when Jules called out to be calm I did just that and let fate take its course. We were carried through to the shower room and put down on the floor, but still held by the four boys.
"Ok, this is the story," Jules began, "you are our skivvies and need to be reminded where your place is; so to help you, we are going to make you look younger than you are by removing that ugly body hair you seem so proud of."
"No! Please, we will get laughed at by the other guys in the dorm." Mark began to plead.
"Too bad. This is one of the prices you pay for enjoying the privileges of being with the first team. We own you and we will do what we want." Steven Myers the vice-captain told us rather gruffly. Actually Steven was quite a nice guy and although he was exerting a bit of authority here, he was never mean to the younger boys and being as straight as an arrow did not get that involved in any genital contact games.
I had no grounds to argue as my hair was already very short and clearly had at least been trimmed so being shaved was not much further. Admittedly I was not going to own up to having already shaved once but I did not put up any argument or plea against it. Mark also was willing to let them shave him, but had felt that there must be some token resistance to the idea at least. What neither of us had realised was the shaving was going to be from the neck down and included the sparse amount in our pits as well as our arms and legs.
"Mark, they are going to do it anyway, whether we like it or not so I suggest you just let them get on with it and if you don't fight against it then maybe we will not get nicked by the razor. I for one don't want to risk an unofficial circumcision." I told Mark as a way of letting us stop resisting and allow the shave to take place.
"That's good advice Mark; you need to listen to PP." Jules said.
I allowed my body to relax and when the four guys holding me realised that I had stopped pulling against them they relaxed too and let go of me. I stayed where I was and one of the guys started to spray a layer of foam over my groin. They used an old shaving brush to spread the foam around a bit and the tickling of it re-awakened my morning wood which had gone soft as I had been carried through to the shower room.

The guy shaving me made a bit of a meal of doing my groin area and I got quite a bit of a wank while he did it; moving my cock around and pulling on my ball bag to get the skin taught to shave; getting others to lift and spread my legs so he could shave along the perineum and down the inside of my thighs. One of the guys holding my leg began to massage his cock against the sole of my foot which I found quite sensual and this helped to maintain my erection even when the shaver moved away from my cock and balls to concentrate on my raised and stretched legs. With a grunt, Grant Cook pushed his cock a little harder against my foot and a fountain of cum shot up a few inches to come splashing down on the instep of my foot; some more pumps managed to squelch between my toes while the rest dribbled down the sole of my foot. As I watched the cum drip down my foot I suddenly realised why he had the nickname of "Comfort" and I wondered if the teachers knew why he had that nick name. Fortunately, though I found his wanking against my foot sensual enough to keep me hard, it was not enough to push me over the edge and so I did not have an embarrassing uncontrolled orgasm over it. Once my legs had been shaved completely even to the hairs on the tops of my toes, I was asked to stand up while they did the rest of my body. I kind of liked it that I was asked rather than ordered and being game for it anyway, I did as requested and lifted arms when asked; ending up smooth and clean from the neck down.

When Mark was finished we all had a shower again but Mark and I were not allowed to dress while the others got dressed, we were led naked back to the gym where we had to roll up all the sleeping bags and stack the crash mats away and generally tidy up. Both of us had not had the chance to cum yet that morning and were sporting semi's the whole time we were doing our chores.
"Ok, you two seem to be a bit randy so we want you to take care of each other now and then we will let you get dressed to be ready for breakfast." Jules told us.
It was not the first time Mark and I had jerked off each other in front of an audience, albeit that audience was only John but we needed the release and so set about it. We had been wanking for a couple of minutes when Steven suggested that we would do it better and faster with our mouths and the rest of the guys chorused "sixty nine" a few times leaving us in no doubt what Steven had said. We were sufficiently into our pleasure to throw all care to the wind and soon we had moved into a sixty nine and were giving each other head. Mark came first and shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed while my own orgasm built and a few minutes after Mark had cum I began to buck and plant my seed in Mark's mouth. Like me he just swallowed what I gave him and finished by licking the remnants off my cock to the delight of the audience.

"Right you guys can go and get dressed. Remember it is the whites today not the best." Jules reminded us; as although we were not going to be playing any cricket ourselves, we still dressed the same as the team. I needed a piss and so Mark got to his locker first and began to pull out his clothes. As I came back from my piss, I noticed him scrabbling about in his bag and asked him what the problem was.
"I can't find any skants. Not even the ones I had on yesterday." He exclaimed.
"Oh, did we forget to tell you that from now on you go commando and only get your skants back when we get back to the hostels tomorrow." Jules told us. The whole team had come into the locker room to watch us dress and they all broke out with some laughter and clapping which made us realise that while we had been tidying up after them, someone had gone through our kit and removed all our skants. These were now safely locked up in one of the other guy's lockers and definitely beyond our reach.
I was overjoyed as I still found skants to be very uncomfortable and much preferred going commando. I did, however, wonder if our whites became see through when wet and if that was something that was in the pipeline for later on. Mark had not done much commando style and going commando now when he knew there was a team of guys who all knew he was like that caused him to chub up and he made a fairly noticeable mound in the front of his whites.

Mark and I had not been dressed for more than a few minutes when a prefect from our host school was knocking on the door of the gymnasium and inviting us to follow him to the dining hall. Along the way he chatted with Jules and Steven checking that we had all slept alright and had been comfortable enough in the gym. He then confided to us that we got the better of the hot water there as the hostel's water heaters were not able to meet the demand and if you were the last to get in the showers you were guaranteed to have a cold shower. He claimed it was a ploy by the masters to ensure all the boys got to the showers quickly trying to avoid being the last; and those that were last chased up the earlier ones to try and get them out of the showers before the hot water ran out.
Just as we neared the dining hall, he warned us to be brave as we were going to get annihilated in the match later on. This was met with the expected denial and counter threat before he had to leave us as we were going into the hall and he like the rest of his school mates had to wait outside. Of course the prefects did enjoy some privileges and did go in first and did get served at their table, but they still had to wait outside with the rest of the school and keep some semblance of order amongst the boys until it was time to go in.
The boys from our host school who would be playing cricket against us and also against some other schools at a more junior level were also all dressed in their whites while the rest of the pupils were dressed in their best as they would be in the stands cheering their teams on for the day.

While our principal role with the team was to keep the score records for which we had a specially printed book, we also had to carry out other chores during the course of the match. One of these was to man the water and oranges which sounds grander than it actually was. While one of us was keeping the score, the other had to collect the oranges from the cook and cut them into quarters and arrange them on a tray, then we had to fill glasses with chilled water and put these on another tray and carry the whole lot over to the cricket pavilion where the team would enjoy them at the tea breaks. We also had to look after the kit of our team while they were out fielding or batting. For the morning tea break I stayed doing the scoring while Mark went with his counterpart from the host school to prepare the water and oranges and get them to the pavilion. I did the honours for the afternoon break.
When I did so, the cook gave me an extra pocket of oranges and told me to put them on our school coach to have on our trip back on Sunday. Knowing that the others had no idea about this, I managed to hide the pocket under the chair Mark and I would have to sit on for the return journey as I already had a little plan of getting a tiny bit of revenge without it looking like that was what I was doing. But more about that later.

Because the game had to be completed in a day, the matches were always limited overs games and this generally meant that the fielding team completed their deliveries at about lunch time. Jules as captain was also opening batsman and we had gone in to bat first. By the first tea break, Jules had faced four overs himself and was not out and had a hat trick of sixes to boast about. At start of play after tea the team went back in at one hundred and forty seven for three wickets which at school boy level was a very good score. Twenty minutes before the scheduled lunch break our team had one over left to face but were at two hundred and sixty three for the loss of seven wickets. The coach, Fitzgerald was talking about declaring, but that was the captain's decision to make and Jules was still out on the crease as he had played through so far and probably would not face many balls of the last over as the bowler was facing onto Grant Cook who had only been in for about a quarter of an hour. Sitting next to Fitzgerald I overheard his discussion on declaring which he was having with Mr Millar and I said that it would be a shame for Grant not to have the chance to face a few more balls and suggested that if one of them should be out during the over, then the innings could be declared without the next batter going in.
Fitzgerald looked at me and smiled and said, "You're not just a pretty smooth boy are you? Thank you, van der Westerhuizen, I like your suggestion; that is what we will do." His comment about being smooth showed me that he was well aware of the antics that the team gets up to and that he was not going to do anything official about it.
I felt very proud at having my suggestion not only praised but taken and used and this pride grew even more when Grant knocked the first ball of that last over for a six. Grant and Jules knew this was the last over and that the team had a very respectable score, largely due to Jules' superb playing and so they threw caution aside and this allowed Grant to get a four off of the next ball. The third ball he could only knock away and the two managed to get one run off of it putting Jules on to face the fourth ball. As the bowler delivered the ball Jules stepped forward and batted it away for the most magnificent six of the day which got the whole crowd on their feet clapping and whooping including the pupils from the host school who knew they had seen something akin to a professional level of playing. With two balls left in the over, Jules needed just two more runs to make his century which he did with just one ball left to spare and this again got the crowd standing and cheering him on. It is not often that a school boy achieves a century in a match and Jules could be justifiably proud of his achievement. And as a crowning glory, the last ball of the over and the innings was knocked for another six giving the team a very respectable two hundred and eighty eight for seven wickets with Jules on one hundred and six not out. Our team ran out onto the field and Jules was lifted up onto the shoulders of two of the team and carried off amidst a lot of cheering and clapping from the spectators and the fielding team all ran from their posts on the field to form a passage into the pavilion and clapped our team in acknowledging that we had done our school and ourselves proud that morning. Secretly I think they were already acknowledging defeat as well. Jules had judged it well when he elected for the team to bat first as our score was somewhat intimidating for the opposition.

Lunch was a time of laughter and high spirits with a good buffet spread put on for both teams in the pavilion while the rest of the school went back to the dining hall for sandwiches. Both teams mixed together and there was some good ribbing and teasing going on which was all taken in good humour.
Once we had finished eating we went out to sit on the veranda to enjoy the fresh air some more. I was sitting on the low wall that borders the veranda when a boy who must have been about middle school level walked past and kind of sneered at me. I thought nothing of it and did not do anything about it. A few minutes later the same boy walked back the opposite way and with the sneer called me a rude name which to this day I cannot remember because before I could do anything both Jules and the captain of our host team had leapt the wall and grabbed the boy. Through talking to me over lunch the captain knew my name and he more or less dragged the boy up to me and told him to apologise which the boy refused to do saying that he was not going to demean himself as it would be beneath his dignity to do that to a jumped up junior who thought he was better than his elders. Where that claim came from is yet to be discovered but I did not have a chance to do anything anyway. Following his answer, the captain knocked the back of the boys knees making him collapse and end up kneeling on the ground in front of me.
"Right de Klerk," the captain began, "either you make a genuine sounding apology to Mr van der Westerhuizen here or you will find some very slippery spots around the school later on."
de Klerk then spat onto my shoes and said he would rather die than say anything like that to me.
By this time the rest of the host team had gathered around and one of the others looked at me and said, "On behalf of the rest of us here, we are sorry you have been subjected to this baboon's behaviour. Please do not think we are like this and believe us that he will be truly sorry he did not follow what he was told to do". With that de Klerk was told to disappear and to fear for what was to come; and several others also said they were sorry it had come about. I think I was shocked more than upset and was really touched by the actions of the team.
"Thank you, it really is no problem and I wish you all the best for this afternoon." I responded, and then with a smile, "And we will give you the best again."
"Ok, but remember it aint over until the fat lady sings." One of the team members said.
"I am sure you are going to do your best as we are and we have left you a formidable target to reach, good luck." Jules got in before I had a chance to answer.
"That is all we can do, our best. At least we will all be able to enjoy a bit of entertainment afterwards and that is one thing our school is very good at doing." Came the response from their captain putting an end to that line of conversation.

A few moments later Jules lead our team out onto the field amid another round of applause and when each player had got to his position the two opening batsmen came out. Our team clapped them onto the crease and their school mates cheered for them to encourage them.
Grant was our opening bowler because he is quite versatile being a good fast bowler as well as a spin bowler and mean with googlies too. Thus as he watched how the batsman addressed the ball he would alter his bowling style to put them off. His talent had helped him to achieve a national record for the number of hat tricks gained at school boy level in cricket. This match, however, was not going to give him another notch to add to his scorecard. But that first over was a maiden. In the second over they managed to score two singles before the first wicket was taken with a clean bowl and the batsmen walked off the field with a bowed head. Two runs for one wicket did not bode well for making a stand against our two hundred and eighty eight.
The team did pick up a bit after that but by the afternoon tea break they were only at eighty for five and with the number of overs left, clearly did not stand a chance of getting close to our score. But give them their due, they did not give up and kept trying to the very last ball.
At the end of the match our team ran across the field to make a line for the remaining two batsmen to walk through. When one of them passed by Jules he put out his hand and congratulated them on a great effort against the odds.

As this was not a championship match there were no trophies to hand out or anything like that and the head master of the host school just made a bit of a speech congratulating our team on an outstanding performance and then congratulating his team for not giving up when they could so easily have done so. Jules was awarded the accolade of "Man of the Match".
We all enjoyed some refreshments and we were told that after dinner there was some entertainment laid on in the school hall for us and we would be hosted by our victims for this; then the two teams were allowed to go and get in a shower and freshen up before dinner.