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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.