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Chapter 59

The walk to the gym was a cheerful one full of banter and laughter which came to an abrupt halt when we entered the gym. With open mouths we looked onto what had been prepared. Down one wall was a line of tables. At one end was a stereo sound system with a stack of records and tapes. After all this was before the advent of CD players and such like. At the other end of the tables was a large zinc bath full of water and ice with bottles of Coke and Fanta and between them was an array of eats that would make the Prime Minister proud. Having just eaten dinner we thought there was an awful lot of food for the number of guests after all there were only twenty eight of us all told to eat the food and there seemed to be enough for fifty at least. Of course we still had over three hours to go and it is surprising how much food twenty eight teenagers can put away in three hours, even after a full dinner. Looking in the tub I estimated there were enough drinks for about four each which also seemed a lot, but then we were teenagers.

Hendrik looked at his two scorers and said to them, "firstly, this is the same as an away trip. What happens tonight stays here and is not talked about with anyone. Secondly, let's have some music on. Perhaps you two can take charge of that for the evening, but also enjoy yourselves as you have earned the party as much as we have." Mark and I joined the two scorers and went with them over to the sound system and began looking through the stack of music available. About half way down the stack of LP's was a record of Afrikaner folk music which we were sure would be a good thing to start with and so that got put on and the volume adjusted to make it heard but not drown out conversation. While that was playing the four of us spent some time sorting the records and tapes into groups of similar styles of music. The music having come from adults meant that the biggest pile was that which we rejected, but still we had enough to keep the party going until it was time to shut up shop and go to bed.
To try and break up some of the grouping in the gym, Hendrik proposed we play some games and asked for suggestions. The most popular one was to play "Picannini Baas". This is a game that is played by having everyone stand in a circle except for two players who are blindfolded and inside the circle. One of the blindfolded ones is the boss and he has a whip, (usually a towel or similar) while the other blindfolded player is the "Picannin" (colloquially a young black boy who worked for the boss). The boss would then call out "Picannin" and the Picannin would have to answer, "baas". The boss would then attempt to find the Picannin by the sound of his voice and give him a whipping. Once the Picannin had received his whipping, he would become the boss and another player would be blindfolded and become the Picannin. The circle of players would be there to make sure the two blindfolded ones stayed inside the circle and didn't get hurt.
It was decided that the blindfolded ones would be made up of one person from each team and would alternate in that way. The four of us scorers were also told that we would be included as if we were the same as the rest of the team and so no different treatment would be given to us.
We had played a few rounds when I was put in as the Picannin and got a resounding whack on my backside by the boss. It was really hard and hurt sufficient to make my eyes smart with tears. Fortunately having the blindfold hid the tears and as I now became the boss, I would have enough time for my eyes to appear just red from being blind folded. Hendrik realised from the way I jumped and grabbed my butt cheeks that I had been hurt quite a bit from the whack and he told the boss who had hit me off. To his credit, the boss came over and apologised and said he did not realise how hard he was swinging the towel.
One of the host team members made the suggestion that the Picannin should be more aptly dressed as Picannins could not afford to buy the kind of tracksuits we were all wearing and this brought about the decision that from then on the Picannin would strip off down to his underwear. We were all told that this meant that we had to be gentler with our whacks when we were the boss because there was less protection. What hadn't been thought about with this is that as the Picannin did not take his blind fold off when he became the boss, he would remain in just his underwear to play that part and would only get dressed after he had given the Picannin his punishment.
With the towel in my hand I called for the Picannin and when I got the answer moved near to where I thought I had heard his reply come from and swung my whip around only to have it go through the air without meeting against any naughty little worker. I turned through one hundred and eighty degrees and called out again only to hear the reply right at my feet and then feel a bump as the Picannin's shoulders made contact with my shins. He was trying to escape and had moved straight between my legs which I quickly clamped against his head and then rained a series of blows down onto his skants covered cheeks. I was not swinging hard and so while he received a lot more blows than I had, he had not received anywhere near the pain level that one blow had given me. I was called to stop and dropping the towel onto the guys back I pulled off my blindfold and looked down onto the poor chap still wedged between my legs. I let him go by stepping back and then bent to help him get to his feet. As he stood up it was clearly evident that he had sprung a boner as the tip was showing out the top of his skants. There were a few jeers made but these were quickly silenced by simultaneous shouts from both Jules and Hendrik. Mark was the next guy from our team chosen to be the Picannin and of course as he was commando, when he took his track suit off this left him naked. There were no comments made though and he did not show any signs that he was any different from the guy wearing skants which was good for him. It was fun though watching his cock and balls swing around as he crawled around on the floor attempting to miss the punishment from his boss. He did a better job of evading his pursuer and had to be called for several times before he ended up feeling the brunt of the towel. The guy who had whacked him had lost his boner by this time and once he took his blindfold off opted to stay in just his underwear while the game progressed. The same thing happened when Mark finished his round and he stayed naked thus setting the pattern for the rest who could not lose face by getting dressed again and so by the end of the game the only ones left still dressed were those of us who had played our turn before the dress code came in. It did not take long for the majority to rule and order us to remove our tracksuits.

It was at this point that Hendrik got our attention and said that his team had a debt to pay and that Mark and I had suffered some unfair treatment at their hands when they had visited us at our school. "So I am looking for some volunteers who might be willing to help pay the debt to recompense these two fine young ones." Hendrik finished up.
"What will we have to do?" One of them asked.
"I am not sure. I guess it will depend on what PP and Mark think is appropriate." Hendrik said. "They were made to get naked in front of strangers and then do a fair bit of work to help those strangers make up some lost time."
"I will volunteer." The first team member who had stripped to his skants and got a boner stepped forward offering himself.
"Thank you Dennis." Hendrik acknowledged his offer. "There is in a sense some interest to pay as well so we need four volunteers in all from our team. I will be one of those four." Hendrik said. "And I think that maybe you, John, and perhaps Clive, would find it in you to volunteer." He added and then put his thumb in his mouth and pumped it a bit in the sign we used in those days to indicate a blow job. Seeing this, John and Clive understood and stepped forward to make the full four.
"I think we should move into the locker room for the next part." Jules suggested and the whole group moved through doors after Matthew, one of the scorers put another LP on the turntable and set it off to play. Matthew and James, the other scorer, were as naked as Mark and I were and as smooth and we were all already sporting semis.
Once were all in the locker room Jules spoke again. "As a team we have discussed this and felt that our scorers had been taken advantage of unfairly. We value our scorers as I am sure you value yours and from their appearance it seems you treat them the same as we do ours. But what we do to ours does not give anyone else licence to treat them in a similar fashion, hence this little break in our party tonight. I also know that Hendrik has talked to all of you and that you have agreed to this bit of fun as a means to repay the debt. So this is what is going to happen now. John and Clive are going to give PP and Mark a blow job while Matthew and James have the pleasure of shaving Hendrik and Dennis. And the rest of you I believe will be dressed in the way our two scorers were ordered to be when they came to do you all a service. And in case you have temporarily forgotten what that state was, it was totally naked. Thank you."
There was a bit of laughter but not one of them grumbled and soon the whole team was naked in front of us and Mark and I sat down on one of the benches and sighed as our now hard cocks were sucked into a couple of seemingly willing mouths. Dennis moved to stand directly in front of us and smiling he dropped his skants and displayed a half hard cock that was quickly stiffening. Later on Hendrik explained that Dennis got off on being slave to a master and suffering a bit of pain and humiliation. Hendrik had volunteered because it was mostly his doing that had brought about this payback session. As the shaving continued, I glanced around a bit and saw that there were a few others on our host team sporting hard ons just from watching us getting blown and their team mates being shaved by their slaves.
The shaving came to an end before our suckers had brought about a completion of their duties and so we were able to lean back a bit and concentrate on the pleasure being given us as our orgasms drew near. Mark blew first and Clive kept going until Mark stopped him. Clive then stood up and opened his mouth for all to see that he had kept some of the cum in his mouth even though he had swallowed some of the first shots Mark let off with. Seeing that cum sitting on his tongue was enough to take me over the edge and with some grunts and groans I gave my nectar to John who like Clive showed he had kept some back. Then the two swallowed what was left and looking down at us thanked us for letting them taste our sweetness.

I stood up with my cock slowly softening and thanked the team saying, "Mark and I really appreciate you guys coming through with this and to show that there are no bad feelings, as scorers, we are offering to give some good feelings to any of you who might want it."
This was met with a cheer and a similar offer from Matthew and James and then one of the other team members said, "We all enjoyed having those two scorers help us pack up the bedding and also enjoyed them doing it naked. It does not seem fair that only two of the team should be shaved for it. I can't speak for anyone else, but if either of the scorers wants to have a turn at shaving a senior, I will volunteer to be that senior."
Our team cheered this offer but did not offer to reciprocate on it. PP then said, "We do not need anything further. We enjoyed helping you guys out and did not mind being naked while doing it and it was only the principle of the matter that was being addressed tonight. If you want one of us to shave you, then so be it, but do not feel you have to do it for us. We'll get just as much pleasure from sucking your cocks if you would prefer that."
Another member of the host team stepped forward a little and said, "Those of us who choose to will get shaved by either you or our own scorers, not to even a score, but to show that we are a team and we support each other. We appreciate where you are coming from, and maybe you will still get to taste me, but only after I am as smooth as my captain."
With that the rest of the team stepped forward as one and said they would be shaved also.

I looked at Matthew and James and asked, "With so many to do, we would appreciate your help. That is if there are enough razors on offer."
Jules looked at our team and there were several nods of the head and guys went to their lockers to get out their razors and shaving cream. Suitably equipped the four of us got down to work and soon had the remaining ten team members smooth and hard. They all got under the showers and rinsed off and then the guy who stepped forward first came over to me, still dripping and held his cock in front of my mouth. I gladly leant a little forward and licked the tip before sucking the head in. That was enough to get his rod hardening up and soon I was able to take it in my hand and lick at the end of it like it was an ice-cream cone. Well it was not cold but it did offer some cream and he clearly was enjoying his blow job because he began to gyrate and groan at the same time and only a couple of minutes later he blew his load into my mouth. Standing behind him was a second team member and as I looked around I could see that Matthew and James were getting to experience some of our team's cocks while Mark and I were servicing the host team. It seemed that unlike our team, the whole of the host team liked to get blow jobs, but there were only a few who liked to give them back and two of those few were the ones who had sucked on Mark and me at the beginning of the exercise.
Once all of the team members who wanted to get sucked off had been, I called Matthew and James over to Mark and me and we sucked them because they had not yet had an opportunity to cum while the rest of us had.

By the time we had finished this, Matthew or James had been back out into the gymnasium to change the LP a couple of times and the last one ran out before we had done anything about moving back into the gym.
"Everyone is still naked, so why don't we all move back into the gym as we are, and put on another record and do some dancing together as if we were at a mixed party." Hendrik van Niekerk suggested. There seemed to be no opposition to this and so we all ran naked back into the gym and after Matthew had put on a different record of good Afrikaner folk music the lights were turned off leaving just the light shining in through the doors to the locker room to supply a dull glow in the gym and we started an impromptu "Tickie Draai"[i].
The first song was a fairly fast song and guys all just stood around moving in time to the music which caused cocks to wiggle and balls to bounce but then the next song was a slow song and before I knew it, I had been grabbed by someone and pulled in close to dance what we called a shuffle. This is really an amateur take on a waltz where the two partners are so close together that there is no gapping between them and they sway and move in time to the music, but do not get around the dance floor as much as one would with a proper waltz. The fact that the person who had grabbed me was taller than me by quite a bit told me that he was one of the seniors, but I could not tell which one.
Then he spoke and I realized it was the guy that I had lambasted in the game earlier. "I think I am right that they call you PP?" He asked as he ground his cock which I could feel was hardening against my stomach.
"Ja, I am PP." I confirmed.
"Why do they call you that? After all your cock is not small for your age." He asked again.
"My name is Peter Paulus so they are my initials." I told him.
"You two guys have made quite an impression on your team and now us too. I like that." He said as his hands slid down my back to cup my bum cheeks.
"We like working with the team. They are good to us and look after us." I replied.
"Ja, that is clear. My name is Jan, by the way." Jan said as he lifted my feet off the floor and brought my cock level with his. "I feel you are hard again, can I suck your cock for you when this song is finished?"
"Ja, I would like that." I answered.
He didn't put me down then, but gradually moved so that by the time the song ended we were at the other end of the gym where the crash mats were stored and lifting me onto the pile with my legs hanging over the edge he put my cock at the right level for him to stand there and suck me off.
When he had finished, I offered to suck him off and he said that he did not want that because he had another person lined up to fuck once he was back in the hostel and he needed to save his cum for that; so we moved back to join in with the rest of the group. At least with those who were not off doing something similar to what Jan and I had just done.

Not that we had much time to do anything more anyway because shortly after we had got down by the food and drink, Hendrik flicked the lights on and off again and then called out in a loud voice that we had just a few minutes left before we had to clear up and our hosts needed to get back to their hostel. This news brought about a few moans amongst the groans of guys still getting close their orgasm as Jan and I were not the only ones who took advantage of a slow dance. At the end of the next song, Hendrik turned the lights on and told us all that we had better go and get some clothes on in case a master came to check on us. We did as he advised and soon were all dressed and moving around to clear the place up. The abundance of eats were nearly all consumed and there were not that many drinks left in the tub either. Hendrik then called on his team to help to move the crash mats out to make our beds and just moments later the mats had been spread out leaving only the sleeping bags and pillows for Mark and I to put out. Hendrik offered the team to help with that, but Jules declined the offer saying that they had to have something for the scorers to do to help them get tired enough to sleep. I gave Jules a thumbs up sign to show that I was ok with that and the host team began to head towards the door.
I grabbed hold of Mark and we made a bee line to the door and as each team member left we thanked them and ran a hand over their crotch telling them that we had really enjoyed our time with them. This got us a bit of stroking too and our tracksuit bottoms were properly tented by the time the team had left. The last two out the door were the two scorers and for them we put our hands inside their trackies and had a quick feel with them doing the same and we all smiled at each other.
As the door closed Jules called out, "Right you two sex fiends, get your clothes off and our beds ready."
We had stayed barefoot and so just had the two pieces of our track suits to remove to render us naked once more and soon we were lugging the sleeping bags and pillows around the room while the others went to brush their teeth and get ready for bed. A couple of them returned wearing soft and baggy nylon shorts to sleep in while some of the others returned wearing just their skants; but about half of them returned as naked as we were because they were going to sleep naked. I went and spoke quietly to Jules to ask him to let us off our demonstration 69 that had become a bit of a tradition seeing as how we had already had at least two orgasms that evening. Jules said he would postpone it to the morning but that meant that we would have to get up a bit earlier.