Date: Wed, 18 May 2022 01:11:37 -0400 From: James Karvonen Subject: Capture The Flag - 2 At the Blue Teams base camp, Allen was in the tent getting a drink of water because the heat and humidity was taking its toll on him. Bobby and Preston were sitting beneath the shade of a large oak tree trying to stay cool, while Scott was just walking around doing absolutely nothing. Suddenly without warning three boys from the Red Team came barreling out of the woods hooting and hollering heading straight for the Blue Teams flag. Preston quickly got up to defend the flag and keep it from getting captured. Scott joined Preston as Allen was rolling out of the tent to join the other two boys in defense of the flag. It was three again three. Because all of the boys were just about the same age the battle for the flag was evenly matched. Several times the three boys from the Red Team darted for the flag only to be blocked or chased back. No one from the Red Team wanted to be captured, especially at the Blue Teams base camp. When Gary showed up a few minutes later with the three boys who were with him the tide suddenly turn. Now the Red Team was unevenly matched. It would be seven against three. The boys from the Red Team did the best thing that they could do in the unevenly matched situation that they were in. They turned and hightailed back into the woods. They ran down the hill making a dash for the creek to get back into their own territory. Allen, Preston and Scott took off after them hoping to capture at least one of them while Gary, Jessie and Taylor stayed back guarding the flag until they returned. Elsewhere in the Red Teams territory Kevin was leading the way. Behind him were Marshal, Scott, Casey and Karl. Their main goal was to find the Red Teams base camp and try to capture their flag without getting caught. "Since we're getting so close to the Red Teams base camp maybe we should spread out and attack the base camp from different directions." Kevin suggested. "Sounds like a plan, who's the fastest one here?" Marshal asked. "I am. I'm on our schools track team and am pretty fast in the fifty yard dash." Casey said. His lithe almost streamlined body attested to that fact. He was a good looking boy with blond hair, a slightly upturned nose and blue eyes. "I've seen him run the fifty yard dash and he usually comes either first or second most of the time." Karl said. "Alright Casey, you're on. When we get a little closer to their base camp do you think you can make a dash for their flag and grab it?" Kevin asked. "I'll sure give it a try." Casey answered. He was confident about his athletic abilities both on the track and out here in the woods playing Capture the Flag. "We'll do our best to distract the Red Team defenders and give you that opportunity to go after their flag. Just be careful. If they capture you at their base camp you know what that means. Look what happened to my little brother last year." Casey chuckled. "Yeah, I know what happened to him and your little brother wasn't happy about that at all. No telling what he would do to that kid who captured him and humiliated him him last year like he did. Get back was the only thing that he has been talking about since we got here earlier this morning." "I hope he does somehow catch that kid. It would definitely build up his self esteem for that's what he needs right now." Kevin said. They wished each other good luck then broke up, with each boy going their own separate ways in different direction for the assault on the Red Teams flag. Casey was on his own now. Slowly he made his way through the woods using the thick foliage and bush for cover. It didn't take long for him to locate the Red Team's base camp. From his vantage point hidden from view from the Red Team, Casey noticed that there were five older boys including their teams Captain a 14 year old boy named Raymond guarding the flag. Raymond was a slender good looking boy with a dark almost olive skin complexion that attested to his Italian bloodline. He had curly black hair and smooth facial features with just a hint of a future mustache beginning to grow above his upper lip. He was the same age as Kevin the Red Teams captain and like Kevin he played football for his middle school's football team the Riverview Warriors. Casey look the situation over. He wasn't going to make any attempt to capture the Red Team's flag until Marshall or Kevin made their play to distract them with hopes of leading them away from the flag. He took a deep breath. Even in the shade it definitely was getting hot outside, and it wasn't even noon yet. The upcoming afternoon was going to be a scorcher Casey concluded. Casey's bared torso was already dripping with sweat. Inching closer to the Red Teams base camp he stayed hidden from view by sneaking behind the tree trunks of some of the larger trees in the surrounding area. He could clearly see the boys who were guarding the flag walking around. It was then he heard a shout and watched as Kevin, Karl, Marshall and Scott rushed into the Red Teams base camp to try and get those who were guarding the flag to go after them. That way the flag would be left unguarded. He would then be able to make his play go after the flag so that he could bring it on home to the Blue Teams base camp. Immediately the boys guarding the flag took off after the others leaving the flag temporarily unguarded. Now! Casey thought decided. Bursting out of the cover of the trees and brush Casey ran as fast as he could toward the Red Teams flag. It was like running the 50 yard dash he thought, only he wasn't racing anyone and there was much more at stake right now. He reached the flag grabbed the flagpole and started to pull it out of the ground. When two of the boys and Raymond, the Red Teams captain saw him they immediately hightailed back towards the flag to try to stop Casey from taking it. Casey by now had the flagpole out of the ground. He turned and was about to run for it when the three boys reached him, immediately surrounding him. They attacked wasting no time to wrestle the flagpole away from him. Once the flag was back in their possession they turned on Casey knocking him to the ground. Fists started flying as they tried pummeling him to the ground to keep him from getting back up. Kevin, Marshall and Scott rushed over to try to save Casey so that he could try to get away, but three more Red Team members appeared from out of nowhere to assist the others who are trying to capture Casey and help defend their flag. They held Kevin, Marshal and Scott back so they were unable to reach keeping them from reaching Casey. There was big fight with fists flying between the boys of the Red team and the attacking boys from the Blue team. Being out numbered now since the other boys from the Red Team arrived Kevin had no other choice but to retreat or face possible capture themselves. With that in mind they had to leave Casey behind to fend for himself. Outnumbered now without the help he needed Casey had no other choice but to try to get away. The blows from their fists raining down on him had momentarily stunned him. He tried to get back up to his feet but was quickly wrestled back down onto the ground. With tears in his eyes he tried fighting for all it was worth, but being outnumbered and pounced on by at least four boys there was really really nothing he could do to prevent himself from being captured. Finally he gave up and surrendered yielding to defeat. Bruised and battered a little he just laid there for the ten count. He was now their prisoner and would have soon be facing the inevitable. Sweaty and gasping for breath Casey was brutally yanked to his feet. Holding him by his arms they waited for Raymond the teams captain to appear. When finally Raymond did appear he looked Casey directly into his eyes, Smiling sinisterly he said, "Good try kid, but guess what, you are now our prisoner at our base camp. So you know what that means don't you?" Casey knew exactly what that meant all right, but in the situation he was in at that moment there nothing he could do about it other then hope that they would be lenient on him. But he doubted that what would happen. After all he did invade their base camp. His worst fear was that they could keep him here at their base camp all day until the end of the game or until he was rescued by members of the Blue Team. But right now that looked highly unlikely. So he went on ahead and prepared himself for the worse. "Take him over to the tree and string him up." Raymond ordered. Casey was yanked back up to his feet then unmercifully dragged over to the oak tree. He didn't even try to struggle because in the situation he was in surrounded by at least eight boys from the Red Team there was no way that he could make a break for it and successfully get away. At the tree a long rope had been strung up over one of the upper limbs. One end of the rope dangled about four feet in the air above the ground. The other end of the rope dangled not all that far away from them. When they got him to the tree his arms were pulled upwards above his head. With three boys working together they wasted no time in tying Casey's wrists tightly together above his head with the end of the dangling rope that was above him. Once his wrists were tied securely together two boys pulled the other end of the rope hoisting him up until he was standing only on his tippy toes the tied the end of the rope around the tree trunk to secure him in place. Now he was at the the mercy of whoever on the Red Team wanted to punish him. He remembered what Gary had told him about what happened to him last year when he was captured. He figured that the same thing might happen to him. After he had been strung up, Raymond walked over to him. With him was his little 10 year old brother Ritchie. Ritchie was slender and muscular for a boy his age. He had a Patrick Mahone hairstyle because Patrick Mahone the quarterback of the Kansas City Chiefs was Richie's favorite football player. He had the same dark skin tone and dark eyes as his older brother had. Both boys wear shirtless and sweaty because the rising heat and humidity of the early afternoon. "I have to hand it to you. You almost managed to capture our flag. You made a good attempt at it, but as you know almost don't count now does it? You ended up being captured instead of capturing our flag." Raymond pointed out. Rivulets of sweat dripped down the sides of Casey's face and down the center of his bared chest and armpits. He looked directly into Raymond's eyes then choking back on last sob said, "That's the object of the game isn't it." "That's right." Raymond answered. "Anyway, we're not going to keep you here all afternoon. But before we let you go my little brother Ritchie wants to have a little fun with you. And then the two that captured you while you were trying to steal our flag will have their turn. I'm rewarding them for stopping you from capturing our flag. After that if you don't give us any problems I'll set you free so you won't have to spend any more time at our base camp." Raymond promised. "Do I have any choice in the matter?" Casey asked. "Unfortunately no, you don't have any choice in the matter." "Then let's get it over with." Casey said. Looking at Casey Ritchie smiled saying, "I got something for you." He showed Casey a pine cone that he had with. It was about 12" inches in length with a smooth nicely tapered end. "So you're the kid that Gary wants to capture to can get his get backs on." Casey said. "Who's Gary?" Ritchie inquisitively asked. "The kid you captured last year. He told us what you did to him and he wasn't all that happy about it." "Oh that little punk. So he wants some get back huh? Well that will never happen because he'll never be able to capture me." Ritchie beamed with all the confidence in the world. "Then you best stay on this side of the creek with your brother." Casey warned. "I'll go where I want to go with or without my brother. He's not my boss." "Your a little smart ass aren't you." Casey hissed. "That's enough talk, Ritchie go ahead and do what you're going to do to him." Raymond snapped. Ritchie walked over to Casey. "Hold this for me Raymond." He said, handing Raymond the pine cone. Beneath his shorts his little penis was getting hard. He loved doing stuff like this. Even though he was only 10 years old, punishing prisoners who were tied up and unable to fight back was very arousing to him. By now just about everyone who was at the Red Teams base camp had formed a semi circle around them. Apparently they found this interaction between their prisoner and Ritchie rather amusing. "Whatever you do to me kid you better hope that I don't capture you before Gary does." Casey warned. Without saying anything Ritchie moved over in front of Casey, reached down with both hands to unfasten the front of Casey's shorts. He yanked them all the way down his well formed muscular legs too his ankles. He pulled Casey's underpants all the way down as well, watching as Casey's flaccid circumcised penis flopped into view. Casey was now left there hanging there by his wrists as naked as the day he was born. Ritchie stared at the few wispy strands of fine pubic hair that were sprouting at the root just above Casey's dick. "Look at this, he has a little hair growing down there." Ritchie smiled. He reached down and grasped one of the longer strands of hair yanking it painfully out. "Ow! You little bastard." Casey yelped. Ritchie just laughed which made Casey even angrier. He hated the fact that this little twerp was having fun at his expense as he hung there defenseless at Ritchie's mercy. "You're not very big are you?" Ritchie said reaching back down to take hold of Casey's slender 3" dangling penis. He flipped it up and down a couple of times then gave it a painful pinch just above the circumcised head. "I'm probably bigger then you." Casey quickly cut in. Not only was he feeling embarrassed about all this but now he was feeling the humiliation as well. The others who had formed a semicircle around them were now laughing and making a fun of him. Ritchie relingushed his grip around Casey's penis, then deliberately thumped his medium size low hanging balls with his thumb and forefinger a couple of times adding even more humiliation to Casey's plight. Turning to his older brother, Ritchie said, "Let me have the pine cone now." Raymond handed Ritchie the pine cone. Ritchie took it then walked behind Casey. He paused to look down at Casey's well rounded soft bubbly bottom cheeks. Casey knew right then and there what was going to happen next. Unfortunately being strung up like he was there was nothing that he could do about the embarrassment and humiliation that he would be experiencing over the next few minutes. Ritchie parted one of Casey's bottom cheeks with his left hand to reveal the gaping opening of Casey's moist pink puckered bottom hole. Holding the plump cheek back with his other hand he pushed the tapered end of the pine cone into the gaping depths stretching his tight little ringlet. Casey grunted in response when he felt the pine cone entering him. Ritchie twisted and pushed the pine cone in even deeper until it was impaled at least four inches or so in his hot inner depths. Once Ritchie had the pine cone impaled he started moving the pine cone in and out so that he was actually fucking him with it. Casey grunted even more, squirming a little. It really didn't hurt that much, it just felt kinda of weird, like a dull but somewhat pleasant ache. That dull pleasant ache had quickly moved up within his loins to his penis causing his penis to respond. As the dull pleasant ache intensified, Casey's penis started lengthening. As Ritchie pushed the pine cone in and out of him, he casually slipped his other hand around Casey's waist to take hold of his now now rigid 5" penis. Making a fist around the slender length Ritchie started fisting him up and down while he continued to drive the impaled pine cone and out. Within seconds Casey's started to feel something else. And that was an intensifying tingling pressure rapidly building up in him that eventually would lead to an inevitable sexual release. That pressure dissolved into an a warm tingling itch that kept getting stronger and stronger with each of Ritchie's deep driving thrusts. Warm slippery pre-cum was now drooling out from the tip of Casey's now twitching and straining penis. Casey moaned softly to himself as the intensifying tingling pressure increased causing his heartbeat to accelerate even more at a rapid pace and his breathing becoming deep and rapid to the point that he was almost gasping. Casey knew that at any second now the dam would burst causing him to cum like he had never cum before. One last deep driving thrust of the impaled line cone caused Casey to cry out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. His rigid penis flexed hard within the tight confinement of Ritchie's clenched fingers. And then it happened. Casey's penis started jumped then started pulsing away spasmatically within Ritchie's tight pumping fist. Small jets of slightly milky cum spurted out a couple of inches or so in front of him, followed by a little drool that spilled down over Ritchie's still pumping fist. "Yuck, gross." Ritchie complained quickly letting go of Casey's thrumping penis. The pulsing ebbed and and before long it was over. Casey's penis started to wilt and within seconds he became flaccid. Ritchie twisted the pine cone out of Casey's still slightly twitching bottom hole, then dropped the pine cone to the ground. He wiped his cum dripping fingers off on Casey's sweat dripping chest. Laughter broke out within the group that had been watching. "I didn't know that he would be able to cum that much." Ritchie said rather sheepishly. "Well now you know." Raymond said ruffling his little brothers sweat damp curly black hair. He walked behind Casey, reached up and untied Casey's wrists from the dangling rope. Immediately Casey dropped his hands down to his sides shaking them a little to get the blood circulating once again. Wasting no time he quickly pulled up his underpants and shorts. Now what, he could he wondered. At least they didn't take his clothes away this time like they had done to Gary last year, he thought. "Matt, Daniel he's all yours." Raymond called out. "Let's go." Daniel said, grabbing Casey's bare shoulder. He pushed him forwards. Short and stocky Daniel was 13 years old. He had curly red hair and a face filled with freckles. His bare shoulders were also sprinkled with freckles. Matt was a year younger then Daniel. He was slender with brown wavy hair and green eyes. They pushed him over to the trunk of a downed tree that had toppled over during a thunderstorm a couple of months ago. "Get down on your knees." Daniel instructed. Knowing that he had to do it because it was all part of the game Casey dropped down on his knees. He had a feeling about what they were about to do to him and didn't like it. It repulsed him somewhat but if he was on the other end of the coin and had a prisoner that he had captured, he probably would do the same thing. That was all part of the game and one of the reasons a lot of boys from middle school enjoyed playing this game so much. It was not like he hadn't done it before, he had. But it wasn't one of his favorite things to do. He watched as Daniel moved around to stand in front of him. Matt stood besides him as well. Both boys were shirtless their bare torsos glistening with sweat beneath the hot afternoon sun. "You're going to suck me off first." Daniel said. He sucked in his stomach then unfastened the front of his shorts pulling them down along with his underpants. His slender 4" erection jutted straight out beneath his small crescent of reddish pubic hair that haloed his lower shaft. He was uncircumcised, the oozing pinkish glans barely protruding from the drawn back tapered foreskin. "Give it a couple of rubs first." Daniel instructed. Sighing Casey reached up and started corkscrewing the spongy glans and foreskin around it. As he was doing that he felt Daniels erection flex within his grip. Before long the tip became slippery with seeping pre-cum. He gave the slippery glans one last squeeze then slid his slippery thumb and forefinger all the way down the throbbing shaft to the very root positioning it so that he could take it into his mouth. Making an O with his mouth he went down on him pursing his lips around the head of Daniels dick tasting his drooling pre-cum. He could smell the sharp distinctive cheesy odor of Daniel's sweaty crotch odor. Slowly he started to suck and bob around the older boys upper shaft and spongy glans. Off to the side he could hear Ritchie laughing as he watched. To Ritchie this had to be one of the most funniest things that he had seen since the start of the game. He tried to tune out Ritchie's laughter but instead he now heard Daniel moaning above him with undeniable pleasure. He felt both of Daniels hands tightly clutching the sides of his head to hold his head firmly in place. Daniel then started hunching his dick in and out between his pursed lips causing Casey to gag. Casey could tell that he was getting close and wanted very much to get it over with as soon as possible so that he could get back to the Blue Team. He speeded up the process sucking and bobbing even faster gagging a little as he was doing so. Finally Daniel reached his breaking point. Letting out an almost guttural cry Daniel drove his erection as hard as he could tapping the back of his throat. He eased back and thrusted one last time. Gasping for breath he exploded into an intense orgasm. A couple of short quick squirts of thinnish cum filled shot into Casey's mouth causing him to gag and sputter a little. He swallowing reflex kicked in and he found himself gulping Daniels slightly salty cum down. Once spent Daniel waited for his penis to go soft in Casey's mouth before pulling out leaving Casey still coughing and sputtering a little. Grinning he pulled up his underpants and shorts and quickly moved out of the way so that Matt could take his place. "That was a good one. He's one good cocksucker that's for sure." Daniel acknowledged. Now it was Matt's turn. As soon as Daniel was out of the way he took his place. He pulled down his shorts and underpants allowing his circumcised erection and low hanging balls to pop into view. He was smaller then Daniel as far as his equipment was concerned and he was smooth and hairless. Wanting to get this over with Casey grasped Matt's 3" erection and took the entire slender length into his mouth, his chin pressing against Matt's small balls. He slid both of his hands around Matt's hips so that he could cup and squeeze Matt's soft bubbly bottom cheeks. His fingertips were touching the deep cleft between Matt's bottom cheeks. Holding him firmly in place he started sucking and bobbing wanting to bring Matt off as fast as he could. It took a little longer then it had with Daniel but finally he succeeded. Matt reached his point of no return then letting out a little cry dry nutted into Casey's mouth. Casey sucked even harder on Matt's clicking penis trying to get some cum out but it was fruitless. Matt just hadn't reached that stage of sexual development yet. All that did was cause Matt to pull his ultra sensitive penis out of Casey's still sucking mouth. "Damn. You're right. He is a good cocksucker." Matt said as he was pulling up his shorts and underpants. "You're done now so get the hell out of here and don't let us capture you again in our territory or it will go worse for you." Raymond ordered. Without saying another word Casey stood up and took off running into the woods as fast as he could. He didn't stop running until he crossed the creek into the safe haven of the Blue Teams territory. It had been a humiliating experience for him to say the least but at least it was over for now. He couldn't wait to get back to the Blue Teams base camp.....