Capture the Flag
It was the highlight of Camp Pride, a special camp for future camp councilors and directors. The campers were between eighteen to twenty-one- years-old. There were six tribes in the camp with about fifteen young adults in each tribe. The final Tuesday night was the game of Capture the Flag.
The rules were simple, the camp flag hung in front of Camp Pride Headquarters, the tribe who took it down and managed to raise it in front of their main cabin won the game. It was easier said than done. Before the game ended many campers would be bruised, beaten and captured.
Terry Cox, the 5'6", extremely cute, 18-year-old, who could still pass as a Cub Scout, with big bay-blue eyes, thick wavy golden-blonde hair and a smooth well-toned and tanned 135-pound frame his white Speedo barely contained his thick circumcised 9" penis and smooth egg sized balls was a good swimmer so was sent to sneak to the camp office. He put on his rubber beach shoes and for the Mohawks swam in Playtex Pond and got to the north beach He dashed into the woods only to get grabbed from behind! Three Crow warriors stuffed a balled up pair of skid marked panties in his mouth and wrapped a red bandana over his lips. The warriors tied his hands behind his back with clothesline.
He was prodded with branches and guided through a narrow trail! He meowed with excitement and fear! He ended up at the Crow campsite. He was brought into the cabin and sat in a wooden chair. Two warrior girls and a boy interrogated him. He was questioned and slapped with a branch. He was still gagged as they questioned him for ten minutes. He was erect in his white Speedo throughout his questioning session!
Bored and because of a new prisoner they brought him to the 'pen'. Two captors tied his ankles together and added rope around his wrists. He was their first captive.
Thirty minutes later Julie Stone, a 5'9", Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 19-year-old, from the Cherokee tribe, with almond shaped hazel-green eyes, thick wavy shoulder length auburn-red hair, a well-sculpted 157-pound figure and wore a 40EE white sports bra that went well with her shiny red spandex leggings and red running shoes was brought in the 'pen'. She meowed through her worn jockstrap stuffed mouth as they wrapped a second red bandanna over her full red lips and retied her her hands together behind her back. She wet her leggings as a girl tied her pencil thin ankles together and laid her on the 9' X 12' plastic tarp four feet away from Terry. He had a raging hardon as he checked out his fellow captive.
They tried to talk and made a feeble attempt to untie each other. A girl slapped them with a stiff branch.
Terry regretted eating the extra helping of baked bean for supper, but he loved baked beans with hot dogs and cheeseburgers. He wet his spandex swimsuit! He got a good whiff of a few pungent farts and it wasn't him. Julie blushed as she let loose a few more unladylike rancid smelling farts! She was a gas machine!
Aat Montri, the 5'5", adorable, golden-skinned, 20-year-old, Apache, with almond shaped black eyes, thick shoulder length raven hair he tied in a ponytail, and a silky smooth 135-pound swimmer's build his gray tank top, bright yellow spandex bike shorts and white sneakers left little to the imagination arrived, gagged with a well-worn thong panty shoved in his mouth with a 5" wide ace bandage wrapped around his smooth lower face six times. The captors tied his hands together a second time and tied his ankles together. The girl warrior fondled his uncut 6" penis and smooth plum sized balls! He spurted boy juice in his stretchy shorts!
Terry was jealous. Why wasn't he getting the same attention.
