Date: Wed, 28 Jul 1999 21:26:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Jackson Amacher Subject: ST: Paintball-2 (authoritarian, outdoors) IV. I guess I could have let Jonas use his boots to walk to our prison, but I loved seeing him walk around naked and at my beck and call. As we approached the camp, the border guards leapt out, pointing guns at us. Then they saw what was coming at them, and laughed hysterically. "Nate, that's awesome! What team was he from?," "Browns," I said. "Do we have a prison set up, yet?" "Aren't you something else?," one of the guards said to Jonas, and reached over to tease his dick and balls. From behind, I saw Jonas react by clenching his butt cheeks. "Kind of. We didn't expect so many captured this soon. Just take him over there," the other guard said, motioning behind him. We walked into the Green camp. In my absence, they had gotten things a bit more organized, pitching a few more tents and creating a command center, complete with maps and radios. Towards the center of the camp, there was a square enclosure surrounded by a barbed wire fence that the guys had put up pretty quickly. Two greens guarded the only exit. I saw two captured players inside, both of them yellow. They were stripped to the waist. Jonas attracted a lot of attention as we walked through the camp. A lot of guys stopped what they were doing to give a mock wolf-whistle. Jonas looked absolutely moritified "In you go, Jonas," I said. I untied his leash, but left his hands bound behind him with the cable tie. He walked into the prison enclosure, glanced around a little bit, and then kind of squatted down, so you couldn't see his dick or butt. Such modesty. "Hey man, that's my spot," one of the Yellows said to him. "Sorry," Jonas said, and got up and moved somewhere else. "That's my spot," the other Yellow said. "Where the fuck do you want me to sit?," Jonas asked. "We'll think about that later, honey," the first Yellow said. "Stand up straight, let the folks look at you." Jonas stood upright, and I got another good look at him. His arms were huge, with biceps almost as thick as his neck. His chest was broad and thick with lots of muscle, and the faintest hint of some abs at the stomach. One of the yellows reached over to touch Jonas's chest. He reacted strongly, jerking back and stepping away. "Hey, look, muscle-boy, we've got four untied fists and two pairs of pants. You aren't wearing anything but a cable tie. Now stand the fuck still and let us do what we want or we'll demonstrate to you just how helpless you are," the second Yellow said. Jonas stood upright and stared straight forward. One the yellows started to stroke his chest again, then felt his bicep, and gave him a little tickle under the armpit. The other licked his nipple and ran his hands through Jonas's hair, then went down and stroked Jonas's ass. The two green guards just watched all the action, grinning. "Look at how hard that dick is," the first Yellow said. "Let's see how much he really enjoys this." He started stroking Jonas's helpless cock, delicately tickling his balls and moving his other hand around the cock's head. The guys kind of threatened Jonas, but you could see he was secretly enjoying this very much. He stood there, as still as he could, but started moving his pelvis back and forth. By now a fairly large crowd was outside the fence, staring at our new captive and watching the other prisoners torment him. "Look how much he's getting into this," the second Yellow said. He started helping Jonas along, stroking one nipple and slowing inching another hand's finger into Jonas's ass. Jonas grunted faintly, then louder, then closed his eyes as his dick exploded, jizzing all over the prison floor. "Hey, look at the mess you made in our home!," the second yellow said. "We've gotta live here. Get on the ground and lick that stuff up." They pushed Jonas down on his knees and forced him to bend over and lick some of it up. It was a tough balancing act, and Jonas almost fell flat on his face in his own cum. "That's enough," a loud voice said behind me. It was Jeff, the Green leader. Gratefully, Jonas sat back up. "Martin and Will, it's your mess, so you clean it up," Jeff said. Grumbling, Martin and Will bent down at Jonas's feet and began brushing dirt and dust over the cum puddles, starting to cover it up. "No, guys," Jeff said. "Clean it up. Like Jonas was doing." All it took was the guard to point his gun at them again to make them bend down further, stick out their tongues, and lick the cum off the ground. There wasn't much, so it couldn't have been too horrible for them, but it had to have been humiliating for them. "So, looks like you caught us a juicy prize," Jeff said to me. "Yeah, and that's the best way to keep them from running off. Keeps them obedient and friendly," I said. "I'll bet it does," Jeff said. "You've got a great idea here. Doesn't he, guys?," Jeff asked, turning to the guards. The guards smiled. One of them walked into the prison enclosure, and nonchalantly began pulling off one of the Yellow's pants. The guy almost began to resist, but then realized where he was. When the guard was done stripping the first one, he went on to the second, and finally walked out of the enclosure carrying two sets of clothes. Jeff and I left that scene and started to walk towards the command tent. "You three must have had fun out there. Where is George?" "Lost his clothes and insisted on staying behind," I said. "I told him I'd go back with a new uniform." "His old one fell into enemy hands?," Jeff asked. "Yeah," I said. Jeff shook his head. "Well, at least we got one of theirs. Look, take a pair of pants out to him so he can walk back here wearing at least something. But I don't want to risk sending you out there with a spare uniform for the Browns to capture." "Agreed. I'll just take some underwear for him. He'll understand," I said, smiling. "You dog, Nate," Jeff said. "I ought to promote you. Take Jed and Tyler with you to retrieve George. We don't want to leave him out there too long, do we?" I was in no hurry, though. I kind of liked to think about George, naked and humiliated in the woods, patiently waiting for me to give him a small shred of dignity back. About an hour later, I was headed back out to the woods with Jed and Tyler. Jed wasn't a college kid, but he still didn't look too old. Tyler was in his early 30s, and had a neat head of brown hair and big eyebrows. Both Jed and Tyler were pros. The three of us walked in single file, alert to any sound of an approaching enemy. I led them to the general area of where I had left George buck naked, handcuffed and tied to a tree. I didn't tell them that I had left him like that, of course; only that he was trapped out here, bareass naked. When we found George, I could tell that the Browns had found him first. He was still gagged, and the handcuffs that locked his gag shut and kept him from moving his head away from the tree were there. But I had left him with his hands raised up to the tree limb, and tied there. Now, his hands were handcuffed to the tree limb. I didn't have the key. When George saw us, he started making a lot of noise in the gag. He moved his head as much as he could, motioning downward. We looked at his dick. It wasn't erect anymore. His dick and balls had some sort of gel smeared over them. "Christ, that's Ben Gay on his balls," Jed said. "Must sting like hell!" We could tell that George was pleading with us to wipe the stuff off his balls and let him go. "Can that do serious damage to him?," I asked. "No, he'll be OK, once we take it off," Jed said. "The Browns must have been planning to come back to interrogate him," Tyler said. "We won't be able to hacksaw through all those cuffs in time. Better wait and see if we can ambush the guys that show up." George made louder noises and kept jerking his head downwards, pleading with us. "George, if we wipe it off, it will tip them off that we're here and they'll catch us too," I said, tenderly. "Just hang on a little while longer." We took strategic positions about ten feet away, using our camouflage to conceal ourselves but keeping a clear field of view of George and his tight, helpless ass. I got a sick pleasure out of watching him squirm as he tried to rub that stuff off on his legs without losing his balance. It took about ten minutes, but finally we saw the brush ahead fall apart and a Brown came out. Followed by three others. Four Browns: we were outnumbered. "Did you miss us?," the first one said, pulling a towel out of his pocket and wiping off George's dick and balls. "We brought a bolt cutter to cut your gag off so that you can tell us how grateful you'll be that we set you free." Something was up. The other Brown moved behind George, set his gun down, and unzipped his pants. We could tell what was about to happen. "But first, it's been a long day, and we do want to have some fun," the third Brown said. He kept his paint gun squared levelly at George. "We're taking turns, right guys?," the fourth Brown said. The others nodded. I could hear George squeal in protest. The three of us in the bushes could only watch on as the Brown started to go to work on George's tight ass. The other three kept their guns aimed at George, and watched all the action. Finally, the guy behind George cried out as he shot his load. "That's enough out of you, Freddie," another Brown said. "Take a break." Freddie collapsed back on the ground, without even bothering to pull his pants back up. The next Brown moved into position, dropped his own pants, and started to take his turn. "That's two of them unarmed," I whispered to Jed and Tyler. "We can take them." "I don't think so," Tyler whispered. We argued briefly over whether we should save George. The other guys thought that the two guards were still too alert, and they didn't want to risk getting shot to save George's butt. Our decision was made for us when the second Brown came into George's asshole and collapsed on the ground next to Freddie. He and Freddie began to admire each others' exposed members. The third Brown stripped naked entirely, and leisurely walked behind George. "Now!," Tyler whispered. We rushed out. I put the one Brown still holding a gun in my gunsights and shouted, "Freeze! Drop it!" Tyler and Jed ran to where the three naked and half- naked Browns had let their guns fall, collected them, and then covered them all. "Hands behind your heads!," I shouted, and the four Browns obeyed. I kept the one clothed Brown covered while Tyler went over to the other three and pulled off what remained of their pants and shirts. Then he whipped out cable ties and bound their wrists together behind their heads. I pointed my paint gun straight at the fourth Brown's chest. "Strip naked," I told him. He realized I meant business. I watched as he exposed his body stage by stage, first shirt then pants, until he was as naked as the other three. Jed took a cable tie and bound his wrists. Then he made the four captured Browns stand close together, where he could cover all four. We searched through the pile of discarded clothes, and found a ring of handcuff keys along with the bolt-cutters they had talked about. I used the keys to unlock the cuffs that were holding up George's hands. As soon as his hands were free, he bashfully lowered them to cover up his groin. Such a cutie. The keys to the cuffs that fastened George's gag tight were in my back pocket, but since I didn't want to reveal that I used the bolt cutters to cut the gag off George. Finally free to talk, George's first word to me was, "Thanks." He gave a genuine smile. "Where are we going?," Freddie, the naked Brown who hadn't had a chance with George, demanded. "What are you going to do with us?" "Shut the fuck up," Jed said, and gave Freddie a swift kick in the bare ass. "We own you now." "Leave them here," George said. "Leave them tied up and fucking helpless for anyone to use however he wants." "Hey, George, calm down," I said. "Jed, Tyler, you guys OK taking them back? George and I will catch up once I make sure he's OK." "You got it," Jed said. "Move, assholes." Jed and Tyler pushed the four bound guys, getting them to walk in front of them back towards our camp like I had made Jonas walk just a few hours before. "George, are you OK, really?," I asked. "They didn't really hurt me," George said. "It was just really humiliating. Do you have clothes for me? Where's my uniform?" "George, remember our deal? I risk my ass to save you so that you don't have to walk back into camp naked, and then you're my boy?" "And you keep those photos of me hidden," George added. "Yeah, I remember. Nate, please give me my clothes. I'll be your slave for the rest of the game. I swear it." "Kneel down and repeat that." George did. "Beg for your clothes," I said. He raised his hands and pleaded with me. I stared at him for a while, drinking in the sensation of total power. Finally, I pulled out the pair of briefs Jeff had let me take for George. I waved them over George's head. He reached out to grab them, but I jerked them away. "Not so fast. My every command, obeyed immediately?," I asked. "Yes, sir," George said. "Don't fucking call me 'sir,'" I said. "This isn't a game. We are not role-playing. This isn't for thrills. I'm not pretending. You're my fucking slave. You have no idea what I will do to you if you back out of this," I said. "I won't," George said. "Good," I said. "Take my dick out of my pants without using your hands." George strained upwards to unzip my pants with his teeth. He stuck his tongue into my fly, and probed around the front of my underwear, trying to find the penis hole. My dick was becoming so erect that it was already forcing its way out. George pushed the flap to the side with his tongue, and my dick stuck out of my pants. "You know what to do next," I said. It was wonderful. He was totally responsive, taking cues from me without me saying anything. I tried to draw it out as long as it could go, ordering him to slow down, but in no time I came in his mouth. I told him to swallow it, and he did. I figured he had been through enough that night, so I held out the briefs again. "These are all you get, George. Be thankful Jeff didn't make you march home stark naked, like he should have." I dropped the briefs and George caught them. He put them on. I gave him a pat on the butt, and we headed back for camp. V. The border guards only smiled as I marched George into camp in his underwear. To give the guy a break, I didn't make him walk in front of too many guys. I guided him into a tent and gave him the rest of his uniform there. By the second day, our prison had eleven captives. Jeff had taken my suggestion and stripped all of them. (He called it "confiscating uniforms.") Most of them were tied up, too. Our camp had a video camera, and we took a few minutes' footage of each of the guys, earnestly promising to return the tape once the week's game was over. Then, Jeff called a meeting of the command staff and told us his plan for the day. He was worried that we had encountered so few Yellows. They might be waiting for the Browns and Greens to pick each other off, he said. "I want to send a team of spies to check out the Yellow camp and see what's going on," Jeff said. "We only have two Yellow prisoners, so we only have uniforms for two spies. Volunteers?" I raised my hand. So did Steve, a pretty young but hard- core guy. "Good," Jeff said. "You'll need some sort of cover to get in, though. Any ideas?" "We could bring a prisoner with us," I said. "They'd be so happy to see us bringing in someone that they wouldn't look hard to see if they recognized us." "Good plan. Go for it," Jeff said. "But who will be the prisoner?" I turned my head, stared at George, and smiled. He drew back, but knew he had no choice. He was mine. Before Steve and I could suit up, the Green camp was paid a visit by one of the site's officials, wearing a solid, hunter's orange suit. He checked out our prison camp full of naked men. "You guys have got to play by the rules," he said. "You can confiscate uniforms, but you've got to let them keep their underwear." "I don't hear them complaining," Steve said. "That's because they're mostly gagged," the camp official said. He had us there. "Some of those guys came here that way," Jeff said coolly. "That's their problem. But the other guys, you can't keep them naked. Unless they marched in here stripped, they're entitled to a bit of dignity." We told him we'd comply. Satisfied, he hiked off towards the Brown camp. "You'll have to wear your Green underwear under the Yellow uniforms," Jeff said. "That shouldn't be too much of a problem. Just don't get too friendly with the enemy this time, Nate," he said, and winked at me. I took the Yellow uniform back to my barracks to change. George was in there, along with two other Greens. I stripped down to my underwear, and put the Yellow uniform on. It fit pretty well. "Hey, don't you look like something decked out in that outfit!," George shouted. His two friends laughed. "Hey George," I said. "Strip naked." George looked at me, kind of startled, but realized I meant what I said. I could tell that everything in him wanted to tell me to go to hell, but he knew I had the upper hand. Without saying anything, he pulled off his shirt, T- shirt, boots, socks, pants, and underwear, and stood in front of us while his friends whistled. George had lowered his hands over his crotch. "Put your hands behind your head," I ordered. George raised his hands slowly, revealing his dick. It was still a noticeable shade of brown, left over from Jonas' dye yesterday. I knew how much George hated for other guys to see him naked, so I made him stand there for a while. I thought about making him blow me right there, in front of his friends, and them placing him at their mercy for an encore. I thought about marching his naked ass in front of the whole camp. George's friends started making fun of his discolored penis. They reached over and whacked it, watching it flop back and forth. They poked and grabed at his body, tickling him under the armpits and spanking his butt. "George, I want to take some cable ties along on this trip. Go over to the supply tent and bring me back a handful." George reached down to put his clothes back on. I let him put on his briefs. "That's enough, George. Get moving." I had never seen George move so fast. This was a kid who really didn't like people to see him with his clothes off. If I had made him do it naked, he probably would have flipped out right there. I met Steve near the command tent. We were totally decked out in Yellow equipment and clothing, except for our underwear with its green elastic band. "Are you sure George is OK with being the prisoner?," Steve asked. "We may not be able to get him out of there." "He'll do it, and he'll do OK," I said. George came out of the tent, dressed again. We gave him a radio and a map, but no ammo or gun. Then the three of us headed towards the north. We knew from interrogating the Yellow prisoners, and taking their maps, approximately where their camp was. We avoided the obvious routes and major trails, working our way through the brush. It was tough work, with a lot of branches to push away or crouch underneath. After about an hour, we saw a single Yellow up in a tree in a very good defensive position. My first instinct was to shoot him before he saw me, but then I remembered that I was wearing a Yellow uniform. "Show time, guys," I whispered. "Hey down there," the guard said. "Hey," I said. "We caught a Green." I grabbed George and threw him down on the ground. "Jesus Christ, it's a wonder he hasn't escaped already and brought back the entire Green army with him," the guard said. "You guys know Chris' orders about prisoners. Secure him properly." So, Chris had become the head of the Yellow camp. He was one of the guys who had been ogling me in the locker room. I could only guess what his orders about prisoners were. "We had to wait until we got through the brush," I said. "He wasn't going anywhere." I pointed my gun at George and ordered him to strip. I still wasn't tired of watching George take it off and expose his delicious bod. I don't know why he was so shy about public nudity with a butt like that. But the three of us could see the humiliation in his face as he worked his way down, until finally he was wearing only his underwear. George stripped to his briefs, and then paused, his hands on the waistband. I think he was waiting for me to say that was enough. "Prisoner, if you don't pull those things down in five seconds Chris will have every Yellow cock on the site sample your puny glory hole," the guard said. Closing his eyes, George pulled off his briefs. I walked behind him, pulled his wrists behind his butt, and handcuffed him. Then I gave his ass a little pat, just for old times' sake. "Shit, this guy escaped from the Browns," the guard said, staring at George's dyed dick. "He's either a genius, or an idiot for getting caught and stripped twice." "He told us the Greens staged a prison break," I said. I didn't want to give the boy too much credit. "Gotcha. Carry on," the guard said. We marched George up the trail a few hundred yards, naked and handcuffed. When we were a distance away from the guard, he spoke. "Guys, let me put my pants back on, OK?" "I think we should keep him gagged for maximum effect," Steve said to me, ignoring George. "Roger that," I said. I took George's sweaty briefs and balled them up, sticking them in his mouth. I think his mouth was wide open enough that he couldn't just push them out with his tongue, but we tied a rope around his head to hold them in just to be sure. "A fine piece of work," Steve said, admiring George from the front.