Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2006 20:10:01 +0100
From: Johnny Manipulator <johnnymanipulator@gmx.com>
Subject: The Training Course, Parts 1 and 2

When they were selected for the course, both Dominic and Jamie were both
pissed off. High flying competitive jobs in the city and a history of going
for the same girls and battling in that alpha-male public schoolboy way had
left them with no love lost. Dominic was a rugger bugger, a ruthless
management consultant, used to getting his own way. A big stocky hairy man,
he'd fucked his way through the wives and girlfriends of everyone he worked
with, old school friends and even his brother. He had such an air of
superiority, and he'd reached his mid thirties unchallenged, smug and
arrogant. Jamie was the younger man, a former rower, tall, blond and
muscular, full of ambition and determined to topple his elder, Dominic, and
take his place. Their boss Niall had been using a training centre based in
the remotest part of the west country for a few years now, run by his old
mate Smithie, a former soldier. The training camp was known for its
life-changing effects - men that returned were either instantly promoted to
the board or dismissed. It was a make or break situation. Both Dominic and
Jamie thought they could make it without the camp - they were tough,
ambitious and resourceful, what more could Niall want?

But he was very keen they went, and neither of them was stupid enough to
rock the boat by saying no, even though they were furious that the other
had been invited too. Dominic thought Jamie was a pathetic little squirt,
someone he wouldn't normally acknowledge at all, perhaps only enough to
fuck his fiancee (mission accomplished) or to insultingly ask to fetch him
coffee. Jamie thought Dominic was past it, too complacent in his big
office, sat on his fat arse all day braying at his clients' jokes. Niall
enjoyed how uncomfortable it made the pair, refused to rethink the course
and sent them on their way.

Jamie hiked from the station. He was carrying a huge heavy rucksack over
the three mile stretch of hilly countryside to the base camp where he was
set to meet Smithie. Although he was now a city boy, he liked hard physical
work, pushing himself against the elements as he did when he rowed, pumping
hard till he thought he might explode with the force of it. He could have
done without Dominic roaring past him in his BMW, swerving to force him off
the road, laughing as he did so, arriving in comfort and style as befitted
a senior figure in the company. He parked outside the old barracks where he
was set to stay and looked it over before he got out of the car.
	'Bloody pigsty,' he said, and climbed out. No-one hurried to meet
him, carry his cases, bow before him. Dominic was unimpressed. He reached
into his car and beeped the horn. Still no sign. He beeped it
again. Nothing. He leant against the car and stretched. Room service would
pay for this.
	'What do you think you are doing?' came a voice by his ear. Dominic
jumped. A tall, craggy man in army uniform was standing right next to him,
his steely eyes burning into Dominic's big rugby-lad frame.
	'Ah, I see,' said Dominic, a little flustered. 'I was waiting for
my car to be valeted and someone to get my cases. Your service is very
sloppy, Mister...'
	'There is no service,' said the man. 'This is a training camp, not
a hotel. I am Smithie, by the way. I take it you must be Dominic
Richardson.'
	'No service? This is a joke, right?'
	'I am not without a sense of humour, Mr Richardson, but I can
assure you that this is no joke. And you shan't be needing your belongings,
everything you'll be needing is in the dorm. Follow me.'

The man strode off. Dominic shook his head. This was absurd. He could have
been playing golf or seducing the new woman in accounts. Instead here he
was in the arse end of nowhere being spoken to like he was some 17 year old
thick-as-shit army recruit. He reluctantly followed the army guy inside,
into the freezing cold dorm.
	'As you are here first, you can choose the bunk. Top or bottom,'
said the army guy, showing Dominic into a small dormitory room furnished
with one creaky metal bunk bed. Dominic laughed.
	'Okay. This is all very funny. Now I'm going to call Niall...' he
took his phone from his pocket. 'Damn, no signal.'
	'I said, top or bottom. If you do not do me the courtesy of
answering then I shall be forced to chose for you.'
	'Oh, the top one, of course,' snapped Dominic. 'You ridiculous
little man.'

The army guy's expression did not change - in fact, it very rarely changed
throughout the course. He had piercing grey eyes, a rugged, chiselled,
stony face and cropped hair. Dominic was unaware that his tantrums and
demands didn't make him look strong or intimidate him like it did at
work. Instead he just looked foolish and powerless. There was a knock on
the outer door and a distant 'Hello?'.
	'Ah, your colleague, Mister Hardy,' said the army guy, and marched
off to let him in. Dominic shook his head. This situation was ridiculous.

Jamie looked pumped and exhausted when he entered the dorm.
	'Hello,' he said to the army guy. 'I'm Jamie Hardy.'
	'Hello Mr Hardy, I'm Smithie, your trainer.' Smithie shook his
hand. 'I see you walked from the station. Very good.'
	'I needed the fresh air,' said Jamie. 'And I thought as this was an
outward bound course I thought I'd get into the mood.'
	'I'm impressed,' said Smithie. 'Of course, you won't be needing
your things as everything is supplied here. Your colleague Mr Richardson is
already here. Come through to your dorm.' Smithie led him into the room
where Dominic was already lounging on the top bunk. They ignored
each-other, Smithie observed. Interesting.

'Now, you need to get changed and ready to meet me in the kitchen in ten
minutes,' said Smithie.
	'Changed?' snapped Dominic. 'You wouldn't let me bring my cases in
from the car.'
	'You have clothes at the foot of your bed. One PT kit and one
uniform. This will be all you need. They should fit as I was supplied with
your measurements. Get changed now.' Smithie marched from the room. Both
men looked a little dazed. Jamie sat on the bottom bunk and scratched his
head. This was all very strange. But at least Smithie seemed nice. That was
a relief. He looked over at the pile of clothes on the foot of the bed. He
stood up and began to strip.
	'You're not actually going through with this?' said Dominic
disgustedly.
	'Of course I am,' said Jamie. 'If this is what Niall wants me to do
for a place on the board then I'm game.' He was down to his boxers now, and
he slid them down, his tall, muscular naked frame and large flaccid penis
on display. Dominic snorted.
	'Right little yes man aren't you?'
	'I don't think the choices are being a yes man or being a cunt,'
said Jamie. 'And anyway, I think Smithie seems like a good sort.'
	'You fucking loser,' said Dominic. 'Pathetic.'  Jamie pulled on his
jockstrap and then his olive green vest.
	'Well, it's your funeral,' said Jamie. He climbed into his
trousers, buttoned up his shirt and tied his boots. 'Enjoy your gardening
leave,' he said, and left Dominic to it. Dominic tutted and closed his
eyes. Two minutes later he opened them. Reluctantly he knew what he had to
do. He jumped down and began to strip off.
	'Bloody liberty,' he muttered. 'Does he know who I am?' He stood
there naked and proud - much heavier build than Jamie but still fit and
very hairy. His enormous penis swung there, happy that it was substantially
bigger than Jamie's. It was always the way. Much of Dominic's bravado
stemmed from an early realisation that his endowment was much bigger than
any other man's he'd seen. He knew how jealous they must all be. He felt so
secure, as it hung from him, the real source of his pride.
	'Mr Richardson!' called Smithie from the kitchen. Dominic stopped
admiring himself and pulled on the jockstrap and got quickly dressed.

In the kitchen Smithie was standing by the big old aga. It was a huge room,
high ceiling, old brickwork and freezing cold.
	'Right, men , I need you to get some heat going in here. Out in the
back yard there's a chopper and a pile of logs. We need wood for the
stove. We also need heat for the rest of the building, and the generator
needs charging. Who volunteers for which job?' The two business men stared
at him, dumbfounded.
	'Are you quite mad?' asked Dominic incredulously.
	'Is this part of the course, Smithie?' asked Jamie.
	'Well, without food and heat and light there will be no course and
I'll have to send you back to London telling Niall that you have failed.'
The words sunk in. They both knew what happened to men who failed Smithie's
course, and it wasn't promotion to the board.

'I'll chop logs,' said Jamie. Smithie nodded. Dominic sighed.  'So what's
this generator, then?' he asked. Smithie indicated a large ramshackle
machine in the corner. It was a series of boilers and pipes, and in the
centre was what looked a little like a mechanical version of a
cross-trainer - a complicated running machine with ski-pole
handles. Dominic shook his head. Jamie laughed.  'You have got to be
kidding,' he snapped.  Just get on with it, Mr Richardson,' said
Smithie. 'And you, Mr Hardy.' Jamie hurried out to chop logs, looking
exceptionally pleased at Dominic's reaction to his task. Dominic walked
over to the contraption.  'How does it work?' he asked.  'Just climb on,'
said Smithie. 'You need to pump energy into it by running on these two
footpads and pumping these handles.' Dominic climbed unsteadily onto
it. 'The dials will reach 'full' and when they do you can stop pumping,'
said Smithie. Dominic grumbled but climbed into position and began running,
pedalling the two heavy foot pads round and yanking the handles back and
forth as he did so, in an awkward and stiff rhythm.  'Fuck! This is a
nightmare!' he complained, pumping away. 'This equipment is so old and
stiff.'  'But effective,' said Smithie, and he left to check up on
Jamie. Dominic thundered away on the machine, his heavy frame becoming
quickly sweaty and lumbering. But he was determined to do well at his task,
and his strength was a great asset. He enjoyed watching the dial creep up
as he ran, and hearing the boilers behind him clank and hiss into
life. Some time later Jamie returned with a big basket of wood for the
stove. He stood and watched Dominic's big sweaty form running on the
machine. After a good 45 minutes the target was reached and Dominic
triumphantly stepped down. He was wobbly but grinning in that alpha-male
way he had.  'The champion!' he said and plonked his big arse down on a
wooden chair.

	'You may both need to shower,' said Smithie. They nodded eagerly,
sweating, the argumentative streaks worn out for the moment. Smithie showed
them through to a small shower area. There were two stalls. They couldn't
help but notice that there was a big contraption above them holding two big
tanks of water. They stripped off ready, both proud of their great bodies -
Dominic's broad, hairy frame and Jamie's smooth, muscular one. Dominic was
always keen to show off his big cock, which had swollen slightly at his
triumph. Jamie couldn't help but notice it and resisted the temptation to
knee the smug bastard in the bollocks. As they went to step into the
showers Smithie told them to stop. They both looked dumbly at him, naked
and cold.
	'The purpose of this course is to build character, to explore your
limits and to sharpen you up,' said Smithie. 'It's very concentrated - you
are here for a week, so every moment matters. Which is why even the showers
are a task here. One of you will have a hot shower, one of you will have a
cold one.' The naked men groaned. 'To win the hot shower, you have to tip
the hot water taken in your direction. And to do that, you have to use the
ropes in the cubicles to climb up, unhook it and tip it in your favour. Do
you understand?' The men looked a little shocked still. Smithie blew a
whistle. They ran into a cubicle each and began to climb, and he followed
up behind and locked the two glass doors on the cubicles behind them.

Jamie was taller and more lithe, and more suited to fast climbing, but
Dominic was stronger and not used to losing out. Smithie watched as they
struggled up the ropes, naked bodies swinging and wriggling. The water tank
sat above them, tethered upright. They looked neck and neck from where
Smithie was standing. And then Jamie began to pull ahead and hauled himself
into the little loft where the tank was kept. He fiddled with the catch
that held the tank. Dominic kept climbing. Jamie began to panic, as the
tank refused to move, but was so close to finishing. He just couldn't
release the catch to tilt it. And then, just as Dominic climbed through the
hatch on the other side he managed to free the catch. He let out a little
cheer, before Dominic threw himself at him, knocked him off his feet and
tilted the water tank in his direction. His big body was so heavy on top of
Jamie, Dominic's body hair scratching his smooth skin. Dominic's big cock
moved against him, growing in victory. He'd played dirty but he'd
won. Jamie was furious.
	'You fucking arsehole you cheated!'
	'I didn't hear the man say anything about not using your brain,'
said Dominic. 'Face it, you're just a little kid and you should learn your
place!' He gently, tauntingly slapped Jamie on the cheeks and climbed back
down into his cubicle where his hot shower had started running. Jamie
looked so frustrated he might cry. Then he picked himself up and climbed
down.

	'Bad luck, Jamie. You need the killer instinct here, my friend,'
said Smithie. 'And well done Dominic!' Dominic was happily soaping himself
up in the hot shower, made so much better the fact that Jamie was now
facing a very cold one next door. As the cold water began to run he heard
Jamie yelp and he laughed. His dick twitched. He loved being a bastard. It
made his day. Smithie watched Dominic happily playing with himself in his
steamy cubicle and Jamie shivering and writhing under the freezing jet,
pressed against the glass and looking at him imploringly to open the
door. But the shower was set for five minutes and Jamie would have to get
used to it.

When the time was up Dominic stepped out and the steam rolled off of his
body. Jamie's teeth were chattering and he moved very jerkily. His dick,
which was usually quite big, had shrivelled back, and Dominic's looked even
bigger now, basking in the warm glow of triumph as it was. They dried
themselves and got dressed back in army fatigues. It was getting dark out
and they set about making food under Smithie's supervision, and over dinner
he outlined to them the shape of the course. It was to be a set of
challenges a day - they would be marked by Smithie as pass or fail. They
needed over 50% passes to pass the course. Not all of the games would be
competitive, some of them would be team games, but all of them would
require 100% commitment and hard work to get through.

When it was time for bed that certainly left the two city boys something to
think about. Jamie crawled into the bottom bunk naked and tense, wanting
revenge on Dominic and a sense of pride back. Dominic just enjoyed standing
in front of the bed naked, sorting out the top bunk and letting his hairy
torso and big dick move about in front of Jamie, intimidating the younger
man, showing him who was boss. His dick did swell a bit as he thought about
Jamie looking up at it. Eventually he climbed up and got under the covers,
making sure he rocked the frame a lot as he did so and moved about so it
creaked and Jamie again was dominated by his presence. He went to sleep
with a big fat grin of self love filling his face.

In the morning the shower ritual was repeated, and Smithie watched them
struggle up the ropes in their cubicles. Dominic was faster this time, and
in the scramble he tipped the water first and once again got a steaming hot
shower while Jamie was trapped in his freezing cubicle desperate to get
out. They were already getting used to being naked around
each-other. Dominic enjoyed it because he loved how powerful he was, and
Jamie was indifferent to it. As they dried off in front of Smithie Jamie
tried hard to show he wasn't bothered by losing, but his shrivelled cock
and angry eyes belied a secret disappointment.

As they ate their porridge Smithie explained to them the main object of
their missions over the week.
	'You're playing for this.' He put a small tub of white
creamy-looking substance on the table. 'It's a harmless compound of
proteins called slique. In reality it has little value and is easy to
produce. Yet here it is a precious substance. And why? Because each and
every task from now on has collecting slique as its object.' He produced
two large measuring cylinders. 'I will keep one of these for you each. Not
only will there be points for the individual who collects the most slique
per task, it will all be collected here and an overall score will be added
up at the end of the week of how much slique you have collected. Do you
understand?' The two men nodded. 'Good. Time to get changed into your PT
kit and out on the field for the first task.'

Outside and a short walk across a field took them to an assault course. The
businessmen eyed it warily, pulling nervously at their tight vests and
little shorts, shorts which clung to their sizeable genitals and were
stretched taught across Dominic's bulky arse, vests whose straps rubbed a
little against their nipples, making Jamie feel rather exposed. They were
both used to high performance expensive gymwear and couldn't understand why
they were in such basic attire.
	'This is pretty straightforward, I see you're thinking? Well, for
the most part it is - you need to run through the tyres, swing across the
gap on the rope, then grab your way across the monkey bars and then climb
the tall wall at the end. And round the back of the wall you'll see a big
crash mat. When you fall on it it will squirt a jet of slique into the
air. You need to catch the slique, come back to me and do it as many times
as you can within your time limit. Do you understand?'
	'What do we collect the stuff, I mean slique, in?' asked
Jamie. Smithie produced a couple of belts with a bag attached to the front.
	'You use these. Fill them up then pour it out into the measuring
cylinders.' He handed them out. The men felt them uncomfortably.
	'They're some sort of rubberised material,' said Dominic. 'Feels
horrible.'
	'It just means that it won't go anywhere or leak out,' said
Smithie.
	'This place is fucking primitive,' said Dominic.
	'It's basic but it does the job Mr Richardson,' said Smithie. 'I'd
suggest you put them on so the bag is at the front.'

The two city boys attached the rubber belts and the sac at the front hung
in front of their crotches.
	'I feel like such a twat,' said Dominic.
	'We need to establish who is going first,' said Smithie.
	'I will!' said Jamie eagerly.
	'Good lad!' said Smithie. 'Now you have twenty minutes when I start
you. Okay? Go!'

Jamie raced away from the starting line in his tight shorts and vest. He
ran deftly through the tyres, swung across the gap effortlessly and
clambered across the monkey bars with no problem. He was up the wall in a
flash, and then looked down at the crash mat below.
	'It's perfectly safe!' said Smithie. Jamie took a deep breath and
jumped. He landed with a splat on the crash mat - it appeared to be full of
slique, and when he landed a great jet of it spurted from a blow hole in
the centre of the mattress. Jamie was shocked and completely missed
catching any of it, and it squirted all over him.
	'Eugh, yuck!' he said. 'It's warm too!' Dominic was killing himself
laughing watching his younger colleague get covered in thick white
cream. He looked ridiculous.
	'Fucking loser!' yelled Dominic. This spurred Jamie into action and
he climbed off and ran back to the start. Once again he cleared the assault
course, but this time when he jumped he was a little more prepared, and
although great wads of it splattered over his face he did catch some in his
rubber sac. He beamed with pride at his achievement, slique dripping down
his face. He ran back to the start again and kept going. Each time he
jumped there was a huge splat and a jet of slique would spray all over him
and he would catch some in his pouch. As he got more and more covered in
slique his kit became more and more clingy and transparent. By the end, if
it were not for the rubber sac bulging with warm cream hanging in front of
his groin he would have looked completely naked. Smithie stopped the clock
and called Jamie to him. Jamie waddled over, not wanting to spill anything
from his rubber sac. He poured it carefully into the measuring cylinder.
	'Well done, Jamie!' said Smithie. 'Now it's your turn, Dominic.'
	'Fucking hell,' said Dominic, looking at the state of Jamie. 'Do I
have to?'
	'You do if you don't want to fail.'

Reluctantly Dominic lined up. Smithie told him to go, and he was off,
storming through the tyres, his big arse really stretching his shorts. He
swung on the rope, then ripped through the monkey bars and up the wall with
a kind of reckless power. He jumped off and landed with a heavy splat. The
slique spurted straight up and over him, coating him in warm cream.
	'Bollocks,' he said. He jumped up and ran back to the beginning,
surprisingly fast for such a big man. The second time he jumped he landed
as hard as he could, and a huge jet was forced out. He caught a lot of it
in his pouch and then sprinted back, his shorts and vest already turning
transparent in the wet. His arse looked big and meaty as he swung on the
monkey bars, and he seemed to enjoy the hefty thuggish smack it made on the
crash mat when he landed on it sitting down, ready to catch the slique. His
rubber pouch had really stretched with the weight of the warm cream he'd
caught, hanging low between his hairy thighs. The next time he landed he
was in for a bit of a shock, as his meaty arse landed flat on the blow hole
and the huge jet pumped against the seat of his shorts. When he stood up
the seams had split and his big hairy arse was hanging out but he didn't
seem to bothered. When his time was up it was clear from his huge bulging
sac that he'd collected much more slique than Jamie, and had certainly
exploited his weight advantage over the rower. He poured it proudly into
the measuring cylinder, shorts and vest transparent and the rear of his
shorts shot to bits by the hard jet of cream against his backside. He
wasn't bothered though, he was too happy to have won again. Jamie looked
despondent as Dominic smacked him hard on the arse and laughed at him for
being a loser.

	'Don't worry,' said Smithie. 'Plenty of time to make up ground, Mr
Hardy.' Jamie thought about it. He wouldn't let Dominic win. He would prove
himself here. Dominic just smirked and adjusted his thickening dick in his
tight shorts. Winning made him feel so great. Smithie looked at them both,
these alpha male city boys covered in cream and dressed in tight kit, and
enjoyed how eager they were already to degrade themselves for cheap
victories. A week with them playing his games would certainly sort them
out, that was for sure...

Part 2

Dominic was all swagger as he strutted off behind Smithie, clutching his
measuring cylinder containing his first load of warm, white, creamy slique,
as they headed off to the next task. Jamie followed on behind, staring
resentfully at Dom's big round arse as it peeked out of his already
tattered shorts. Dominic was so full of himself. Jamie could bet he was
really getting off on humiliating him at these stupid outward-bound
games. At least he got the feeling that Smithie seemed to think very little
of Dom's smug, thuggish swagger, which was something.

They arrived at what looked like a rifle range. Jamie didn't like the look
of it and Smithie enjoyed his discomfort.
	'Okay lads, this is your next task. It's a version of paintball,
except here the pellets contain slique, and the more pellets you get on you
the more slique you'll collect.'
	'So we'd be better off missing the other bloke, then,' said
Dominic. 'That way they wouldn't get any points and lose.'
	'Except that you score points for collecting slique off of your
opponent's body,' said Smithie. Dominic laughed.
	'Oh, I getcha,' he said. Jamie didn't look happy about this at all.
'Right, the loser from the last game goes into the ring first,' said
Smithie. 'But first you need to put on your protective slique suit.' He
produced something that looked like a much thinner version of a
wetsuit. Jamie looked concerned.  'I'm not getting into that!' he said.
'Hurry up, loser,' said Dominic, sniggering like a schoolboy. Jamie held it
in his hands. It looked too small to fit and felt too thinly rubbery to be
any protection at all. His one was bright blue, Dominic's was red.  'They
won't fit over your kit,' said Smithie. Jamie sighed and stripped off in
front of them. It was a struggle getting into the rubber slique suit. It
was somewhere between a wetsuit and a wrestler's singlet, and the thin film
clung tightly to Jamie's smooth muscular body. His large penis was very
obvious in the shiny blue latex, his firm round arse fitted snugly, his
nipples poked against their covering. Smithie showed him into the ring. He
felt very exposed in the ring in this tight shiny blue latex skin. He
wouldn't have minded being naked, but this suit was so lewd and ludicrous -
he felt like a fool standing there in the ring with nowhere to hide and
Dominic loading his gun with slique pellets.

Smithie rang the starting bell. Dominic grinned out at his hapless victim,
raised his gun and began firing. Jamie guessed his best plan would be to
keep running round the ring to make it harder to get hit. The first couple
of pellets hit him and splattered on his chest. They stung! He yelped and
Dominic laughed. He kept firing, covering Jamie with slique. This was easy!
By chance he caught Jamie in the bollocks, and he yelled out in
distress. Now this was fun, thought Dominic. He trained his aim and fired
repeatedly at Jamie's crotch. Pellet after pellet stung Jamie's balls, and
his large cock began to shrivel under the onslaught. He turned and Dominic
unloaded his gun against his tight arse. It stung so much, even there, and
as a relief he turned towards Dominic again only to receive another barrage
of eye-watering shots straight to his balls. Dominic was loving every
second of this, putting the guy in his place, shrinking his dick, hurting
his balls. He was disappointed when the gun ran out of pellets.

	'Okay. Go and collect all of the slique you got on Jamie,' said
Smithie, handing him a sac to collect it in. Dominic walked into the ring.
	'Come here, bitch!' he joked. Jamie wanted to punch him for all of
the torture Dominic had put his balls through. Dominic walked over to him
and began scooping the cream off of Jamie's shiny tight latex suit with his
big hands. It felt very strange, the feeling of Dom's hands all over him
through the thin rubber. It was oddly quite soothing. As he began to scoop
more and more from Jamie's body he was getting lower and lower, to where
most of the pellets had hit. He pawed the cream off of Jamie's tight
latex-clad arse first. There was lots there and it made Dominic smirk
thinking what a pasting he'd given Jamie's arse. When he turned Jamie to do
his front he could have sworn that the guy's highly visible and shrunken
cock had grown a little. It was hard to tell, though, as he was coated with
thick white creamy slique. Dominic started scooping it off of Jamie's
crotch. Jamie jumped when he touched his cock through the latex. Dominic
gripped it tight as he slid his hand over it, and made Jamie yelp. Then he
gently, teasingly scooped the slique from Jamie's balls, and he noticed the
guy's cock twitched. With just one handful to go, Dominic grabbed Jamie's
balls, gave them an hard squeeze, made the guy yell out, and then stood up,
his opponent's latex clean and shiny.

	'Well done,' said Smithie, taking the sac. 'Now swap over.' Jamie
looked evil as he took the gun and loaded it. Dominic stripped off, his
massive cock semi-hard with pleasure at Jamie's discomfort. The red latex
suit was very tight on his big body. He had trouble squeezing his big round
arse into it, and his cock looked massively obscene through the thin
rubber, but eventually he was in and knew he looked big and intimidating,
even in bright red body-hugging latex. He strode around the ring, arrogant
and proud. When Smithie rang the bell, Jamie took aim and fired straight at
Dominic's big cock. The cry of shock was bery satisfying. He got about six
shots on target before Dom turned and tried to evade him, protecting his
large penis. Jamie concentrated all of his fire to Dom's big arse, and
where the clinging latex had ridden up between his cheeks. Jamie was a
great aim, and pellets were going straight between his buttocks and
snapping against Dom's hole. Like an angry bear Dom didn't know what to
do. He turned back and immediately his big cock was splattered and
stung. The thing he couldn't understand, and which was impossible for the
other two men to miss, was that every time a stinging shot landed on target
his cock twitched and became swollen. And the bigger it got the easier
target it was. He couldn't understand it - the stinging was making him
hard. Even when he shielded his cock the shots on target on his big arse
had the same effect. This made no sense at all. Dominic resented what a
great shot Jamie was. Not only could he not defend himself but also his
body was letting him down. By the time the ammunition had run out he had a
massive, stinging, throbbing erection stretching at the latex. Given how
proud he was of his dick, even Dom was a bit embarrassed at this.

He was joined by Jamie and Smithie. Unlike on Jamie where the latex had
been splattered with slique all over, his aim had been so good that the
thick creamy liquid covered just Dominic's arse, cock and balls. He looked
a little embarrassed as Jamie knelt down and began to tease the sticky
slique off of his latex-covered cock and into his sac. He could feel the
fingers gliding along his massive stiff member and kept wishing it would go
down. Instead, contact with Jamie's fingers just made it worse. His balls
felt equally sensitive when Jamie fingered them, and when he turned round
he thought that was his ordeal over, until Jamie slid his fingers between
the bulging latex-clad buttocks and began to wipe the slique from between
his arse cheeks. His cock was very hard now, and as Jamie slowly and
patiently cleaned his arse of slique, and his fingers grazed his hole as
the pellets had stung it he closed his eyes and throbbed.

Smithie enjoyed the show.  'Okay boys, let's measure up,' he said, as he
compared their two sacs. The two latex-clad city boys watched eagerly for
the result. He put them on the scales, and it was very obvious that Jamie's
patient accuracy and attention to detail had paid off. Dominic was pissed
off. How had such a little bastard beaten him? And why was he still hard?
Why had the stinging turned him on? It was because he could take it like a
man, he thought to himself. Which is why Jamie's cock had shrunk when he'd
been hit - stood to reason. And let's face it, Jamie had a much bigger
target to aim for - Dom's dick was huge. Satisfied he'd justified his
failure, he waited to hear what his penalty would be. Smithie tutted and
shook his head at Dominic. Jamie was grinning broadly.  'The penalties we
have aren't just cold showers,' said Smithie. 'I'm afraid, for losing that
game you lose your bed.'  'Eh?! What?' Dominic was outraged. 'You can't
take my bed away. I'm going to call Niall and...'  'Instead, there's a
special hammock I've set up in your room. That will be your bed now.'
'Fuck!' Dom looked confused. A hammock? How bad could that be?

They walked back to the dorm, Dom hurrying ahead. Jamie heard Dominic
swearing before he even got there. In their room, hanging from chains from
the ceiling, was the oddest looking hammock he'd ever seen. It was made of
thick, shiny material, but it only looked big enough to hold half a
person. Then he saw two stirrups hanging freely at the other end. Clearly
his back would lay on the hammock and his legs would be supported by the
stirrups.
	'This is a joke!' said Dom.
	'It's your new bed,' said Smithie. It'll be hanging where your bunk
is at the moment, above your colleague's bed.'
	'It's just wrong,' he said. 'Look at the state of it! It's
weird. I'm not getting in that.'
	'It's perfectly comfortable,' said Smithie. 'Just a
little... undignified.'
	'Undignified? My arse will be hanging off the end!' he yelled.
	'Then let that be a motivator to make sure you don't lose any more
games,' said Smithie. Dom started at it after the other two had left. He
heard the creaking of rubber, looked down, and saw his cock was stretching
the front of his slique suit again. What the fuck was that all about? So
many random hardons today. He just didn't understand it. He thought of
himself, laying on his back on the hammock, arse hanging over the edge,
feet splayed in the stirrups, Jamie underneath him seeing him like
that. Helpless. Spread. Exposed. The latex creaked again. His massive cock
was completely hard now.
	'You're letting me down, my friend,' he said to his dick. But it
just kept throbbing, throbbing, throbbing.


To be continued.

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