Summer Camp

CHAPTER 4 – CASTLE & ESTATE ON THE COAST

At long last we exited the motorway just as we crossed the border from England into Scotland, and the coaches were soon cutting across rolling countryside which gradually changed from pastures to open woodland and then into thick forest. After another half an hour winding through the thick forest the coaches abruptly slowed down and turned left up a side road for about five hundred metres before we came to a halt in front of a large pair of iron gates, on either side stretching out as far as the eye could see were eight foot high brick walls. Slowly the gates opened and the coaches drove through. Dave looked round at us asking if we were impressed, Callum spoke for all of us when he said that he didn’t know if he was impressed or intimidated. Nodding in agreement Dave confirmed that he understood, after all he had felt the same way when he’d first arrived but all would be explained during the welcome meeting. Facing the front again he left us in peace to admire the passing scenery, for several miles the thick woods continued before slowly thinning to open woodland. Then finally we could see our destination, a huge castle and beyond it a large long lake with a wooded island rising from the middle of the lake. In the distance the surrounding forests met the shores of the lake creating a typically Scottish idyllic setting.

The castle was gloomily imposing, four stories high with turreted towers at each corner, and a grand entrance at the front with a sweeping gravel driveway bordered at regular intervals by life size marble statues of nude males in athletic poses. I don’t know if it was just my imagination but the features of some of the statues looked vaguely familiar, I made a mental note to myself to examine them later.

The coaches slowed to a halt in front of the entrance and we disembarked (somewhat stiffly) and collected our luggage before slowly congregating in the main lobby. Once assembled Tom clapped his hands to gain everyone’s attention then informed the students that their dormitories were to be found on the first and second floors and they could choose which beds to occupy. Turning to us members of staff he told us we had a small dormitory of our own up on the third floor sufficiently separated from the students to afford privacy and peace during what would probably prove to be a rowdy experience, above all students were prohibited from entering. Tom told everyone to take their luggage to their dormitories, unpack, freshen up and meet back down here in 30 minutes where we would be introduced to the staff and a briefing session would be held.

We looked at each other, took hold of our bags and followed Tom up the grand spiral staircase, along with sixty students all jostling trying to get up the stairs first to bag the best beds. Leaving the students behind on the second floor we climbed the stairs to the third floor and I had a chance to admire the starkly minimalist decor which complemented the dark wood flooring and skirting boards. At the top of the stairs was a short corridor and at the end was a single solid wooden door with a large key in the lock. Tom unlocked the door and led the way into our dormitory, we followed silently behind not knowing quite what to expect. The view that met our eyes was totally unexpected, instead of the classic school style dormitory it was more like a hotel – light and airy, continental style furniture with six single beds placed randomly around the room. At one end of the room, just like in the University’s staff room, was a wet area consisting of a toilet, bidet & shower, clearly privacy was not going to be permitted during our stay! But what caught my attention was the huge circular black PVC covered bed in the middle of the room, it must have measured twelve feet in diameter and three feet high, I had a sneaky idea what this bed might be used for. Catching my eye Dave grinned but said nothing, instead he chose a bed and dumped his bag on it, following suit we made our way back downstairs, having locked the door behind us.

CHAPTER 5 – SETTLING IN & MEETING THE STAFF

Downstairs the students were milling around waiting for us to arrive, on Tom’s directions we all made our way into the grand hall and sat down on the seats provided. Standing in front of us Tom introduced Douglas, the castle manager. Douglas looked distinctly clonish, in his sixties he had close cropped white hair, a long pointed goatee and twinkling blue eyes. He was wearing faded blue jeans, a white T-shirt, a black leather waistcoat and black Doc Martins.

Over the next half an hour he informed us of the history of the castle and estate from its construction, through its heydays and slow decline to dereliction until the University purchased it five years ago at a knock down price. Of course although it was cheap to buy it had cost several million pounds to renovate and restore it to its former glory. The castle came with several thousand acres of forest and mixed woodland along with the lake that we had seen on our approach. The whole estate was protected by a brick wall eight feet high with only one entrance and that was the giant gates we had entered through. When questioned about the purpose of the wall, Douglas quite candidly admitted that it served to prevent intruders and unwanted prying eyes from gaining access to the estate and the castle. The University had purchased the estate for the sole purpose of providing a hedonistic retreat for the students and staff to combat the stress they encountered on a daily basis, where the only rules were:

a. University property was to be respected and protected at all times. Any damage caused would entitle the University to seek financial compensation or payment in kind from the offender at the University’s discretion.

b. Intentional physical injury of any kind is expressly forbidden, any incidences which occur will be fully investigated and any person found guilty of this offence will be dismissed immediately.

c. This is a clothing optional establishment, nakedness is permitted throughout the castle and estate at all times, except at meal times for hygiene reasons.

d. All guests agree not to divulge any information to the public unless expressly permitted by the University.

After these rules had been disclosed and explained you could have heard a pin drop, I don’t think anybody knew what to say or how to react. Now I understood why the sixty students offered places for the summer camp were all male, having females present would only complicate matters and affect the ambience of the place. I also recalled Dave’s questions at the beginning of the coach trip and now suspected what would be expected of us (not that I would object too hard I dare say).

Tom thanked Douglas for his input; turning to the students he asked if there were any questions. Not getting a response from anyone, he said that’s okay, everyone’s free to go and unpack then familiarise themselves with the castle and grounds before meeting up at 7:00pm for the evening meal. If anyone should have any questions in the meantime they just had to ask a member of the castle staff or come and find him or Dave. After dinner a variety of ice breaking activities would be organised. After this announcement a tidal wave of noise broke over us as the students suddenly became animated, standing up and heading for the doorway. As we waited for the pandemonium to calm down I stood next to Neil, Marc and Callum, smiling slightly I asked them what they made of Douglas and Tom’s little introduction piece. Laughing in response they said that the next week should prove to be very interesting, Marc wondered how many students he would get to sample before it was time to leave. Neil and Callum decided to take this as a challenge and bet Marc that they would get to polish more rings than him. You’re on he countered, so what’s the prize for the winner and the penalty for the two losers I asked. Blank expressions met my gaze. I know, I grinned broadly, the winner and myself get to double fist the losers in front of the students on the last evening of this stay, so come on guys put your money where your mouth is. Suddenly becoming macho mutts they squared up to each other, shook hands and said it was a deal. By now the rush of students had slowed to a trickle and we were joined by Dave, Tom and Douglas. Douglas was a sharp cookie because he asked us what bet had we just agreed on, not getting an initial response he cajoled us and said we were all here to help each other have a fantastic experience during our stay. Taking a deep breath I quickly explained the bet to him, instead of the negative reaction that I had been expecting Douglas simply turned to Tom with a thoughtful expression and said that if we could leave it with him overnight he would draw up a timetable of activities which should help us to achieve our goal with the prize being an excellent entertainment spectacle for the last night. Tom patted me on the back, congratulating me on having such a flair for the theatrical and a highly charged sexual imagination.

As I followed the guys upstairs to the dormitory I studied Marc’s muscular bum and imagined what it would be like to get both fists up inside his meaty butt. He must have felt my eyes burning into his cheeks because he turned round and said that I shouldn’t count my chickens until they’ve hatched and besides he had no intention of losing. That’s as maybe I countered but one way or other I intended to get my hands up there, it was just a matter of time!

The next couple of hours or so was spent in the dormitory unpacking clothes; chatting about the journey, our expectations for the coming week; chilling out and having a quick snooze on the bed. At about 6:00pm Tom suggested we get washed and changed ready for the evening meal and following entertainment, oh and by the way it might be worth having a thorough clean out. Looking at the other guys I shrugged my shoulders, then with a wry smile said and there was me thinking it was going to be a holiday it looks like it’s business as usual.

As I had the attention of other guys the exhibitionist in me kicked in, I slowly pulled my T-shirt over my head, removed my trainers and socks, and then slowly peeled my jeans down. As I stepped out of them I took hold of my boxer’s waistband, threw a wink towards Marc and in one smooth movement removed them. Standing there stark naked I casually asked if anyone would care to help clean me out. Neil announced that he would be only too glad to assist me; he’d been looking for an excuse to gain access to my butt ever since I had been in his classes and the subsequent private party. He quickly shucked his clothes revealing a decent body, not as muscular as mine or Marc’s but not bad all the same. He was in his forties, fair haired, freckles all over and with a light sprinkling of body hair. Glancing at his crotch his semi-hard on showed promise and supported his statement that he was pleased to help. Walking over to the wet area with Neil I could hear the tell tale sounds of rustling clothes as the others started to strip and then the soft footfall of naked feet on the wooden flooring. Kneeling down in the shower area with my head on the floor and bum in the air I watched the guys approach as Neil adjusted the temperature of the water flowing out of the douching pipe, then having applied lubricant to my hole he gently inserted the tube allowing the warm water to flow into my rectum and up into my bowels. As my bowels started to bloat the tube was removed and I quickly sat on the toilet to let the mixture of water and faeces out. This process was repeated several times until the water ran clear. Then it was Neil’s turn to be cleaned out and I had to admit to myself he did have a nicely proportioned butt and his hole looked like it could easily accommodate the douching tube. Tickling his hole with a couple of fingers caused him to wriggle before I inserted the tube and started the cleaning out process. Once he was completely clean I decided to keep hold of the douching tube and indicated that I would be cleaning out Marc and Callum too. Then in a move which caught me by surprise Dave and Tom joined us in the shower area having stripped naked and told me to clean them out as well. The look on my face must have amused them because they laughed and confirmed that they had every intention of participating in all the activities during this week, after all it was their “holiday” too. Seeing those two guys kneeling in front of me with holes exposed ready to be invaded turned me on massively and my cock sprang to attention in response. Up to now they had been in a position of power and I had always been on the receiving end but now the roles were to be reversed if only for a few minutes. With Dave I took advantage of the situation and as the tube entered him I gently inserted a couple of fingers to assess the elasticity of his ring. Pushing back reflexively Dave glanced over his shoulder and told me he could take a lot more than that as I was bound to discover before the end of the week and before I ask so could Tom so there was no need to pull sly stunts like I had just done. I blushed in embarrassment as the other guys realised what I had done.

Finally once everyone had been cleaned out, we took it in turns to shower and shave before drying off and dressing in the University ‘uniform’ of black sweatshirt (with University logo), black T-shirt, black jogging bottoms, jockstraps, black socks and trainers. Then with only minutes to spare we made our way down to the dining hall to be greeting by the cheering and catcalls of the students waiting for us. The room was laid out like a regular canteen with rows of tables and benches giving the place a casual ambience and leant itself well to our purposes. As members of staff we had a table to ourselves but it was close enough to the student’s tables to prevent any sense of alienation. As we sat down, the castle staff proceeded to bring out the starters and the high spirited chatter calmed to a gentle hum, then silence as we ate the food in front of us. Then as we waited for the main course the noise levels rose again, I turned to the other guys and asked them what they thought of the meal so far, we were all in agreement about the high standards, it was like being in a high class restaurant crossed with a youth hostel! The main course and dessert followed each swiftly and before we knew it over coffees Douglas made his appearance and announced what he had arranged for an after dinner entertainment to get us in the mood for the hedonistic week that lay ahead.

Having got our attention, he explained that the students would be split up into ten teams of six students and one group of six members of staff. We would be playing strip general knowledge; Douglas would act as compere and referee, the object of the game was to be the first team to answer the question thrown open to the room correctly and thereby choose which team would have to remove an item of clothing. However if your team answered incorrectly then you would have to remove an item of clothing instead. The winning team would be the last team wearing clothing, however if a team lost all of their clothing then they had to pay a forfeit which would be decided by Douglas. Did we have any questions? No, then let the games begin!

Turning to Marc and Callum I said this should be easy enough, between us we should be able to outsmart the others. Dave whispered in response that we shouldn’t be so sure as he thought the students would take the opportunity to gang up on us before turning on each other. We were to soon find out......

Douglas started off with the first question; before I even had time to take in the question a team had their hands in the air and was shouting out the answer. Oh shit I thought to myself, Dave might just be right about this. Douglas with a big grin confirmed that the answer was correct, this brought out cheers and hand clapping from the team that answered. When the team had subsided he asked them which team would be losing an item of clothing, he had barely got the words out of his mouth when the whole room erupted in “Staff, staff, staff!” turning to us he said the room has spoken, would we please stand up on your table so that the guys in the room can get a good look at you. With a wry grin Tom said ok, let’s show them, leading the way he climbed up onto the table and removed his sweatshirts with a flourish and a bow to the students before throwing it into the crowd. We followed suit and as our sweatshirts flew through the air I could feel a familiar rush of adrenalin (how I loved being an exhibitionist!). Tom indicated that we should sit down on the table with our feet on the chairs as he felt we would be back on the table sooner than we thought. The next question was then asked, once again we were beaten to the answer and surprise, surprise the staff team were chosen to strip again. So we stood up once more and off came our T-shirts which were also thrown into the crowd. Each time we were being beaten, we didn’t stand a chance! We gave up getting down from the table and simply stood there smiling back at the grinning faces of the students. They were beginning to get drunk on the wine provided and getting more rowdier in the process. Before I knew we were standing in just our jock straps, surely this time we must answer a question or we were done for – but no, again we were pipped at the post. “Off! Off! Off!” began the chanting, needing no more than a nod from Douglas we reached for the waistbands of our jock straps, smoothly removed them and threw our last item of clothing into the crowd. Standing up straight again with hands by our sides I could not help but notice that I was not the only one with a semi-hardon. The students were on their feet, stamping, whistling, laughing and in general lewd comments about us.

Douglas clapped his hands to gain the room’s attention. Right guys, as I mentioned the losing team will pay a forfeit and what I have in mind I think you will ALL enjoy, even you staff members! The next game is called “Pin the tail on the Donkey” or more accurately “Bury the cock in the Ass” which will probably give you a clue to what it’s all about. The staff members will be the Asses who are wild animals and need to be rounded up by you brave hunters. Once rounded up the Asses need to be tamed by being pinned at one end or the other or both! This bit of information brought a round of cheers from the students but from us a look of trepidation. However there a couple of conditions, to make it fairer the Asses will be given five minutes head start to escape and hide, it will be for you hunters to track them down and bring them back. The other condition is that hunters have to be naked too, there is going to be a lot of competition to get your pins in so you won’t want to waste time with clothing getting in the way. So please if you wish to take part in this evening’s hunt remove your clothing now, if you would prefer not to then I suggest you retire early to your dormitory as it will get pretty wild down here. Surprisingly only about ten guys decided they didn’t want to participate, they stood up and made their way out of the room, saluting us as they passed by.

That left fifty fairly drunk young guys hurriedly removing their clothes, for me this was a fantasy come true and I quickly sported a hard on. I guess I must have been drooling because Marc dug me in the ribs to break me out of my trance. In the space of a couple minutes all of the students were naked with most sporting erections, some more self-conscious than others and piles of clothes lay all around. From a bag in the corner of the room Douglas took six large bottles of lubricant and gave one to each of us. Then glancing at his stop watch, raising his hand into the air and told us we had five minutes to run and hide before the hunters would be set loose after us. On your marks, get set, run! Out of the room we dashed and into the main hallway, hesitating for a second, we quickly split up. Marc, Callum and me decided to make a dash for the cover of darkness outside while Neil, Dave and Tom opted to hide inside the castle. Flinging the main entrance door open I felt the cool night air hit my body, making me shiver momentarily before I ran as fast as I could over the gravel drive and onto the softer grass lawns. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marc racing along the side of the castle and disappear round the corner and into the shadows. Callum sped past me racing straight up the drive way, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. Two option lay ahead of me, I could either head for the open woodland to my right or I could carry straight on keeping to the grass and eventually meet the lake shore where low bushes grew which would provide good hiding places. I chose the latter option, behind me I could hear a muffled cheer as the hunters were released prompting me to increase my speed as I wanted to reach the lake before the hunters emerged.

I made it! Skidding to a halt behind the nearest bush I paused to catch my breath, hoping my laboured breathing wouldn’t attract attention. Surveying the area around me I saw the perfect hiding place, a natural cove surrounded by bushes and low trees, no one would be able to see me unless they walked along the lake shore. Cautiously peering through the leaves of my cover I could see no hunters so I made a quick dash for the cove and again checked to make sure that I hadn’t been seen. Satisfied that I was hidden, I selected a soft patch of grass to lay down on, put my hands underneath my head and gazed up at the moonlit night sky. The air gently moved across my naked skin, cooling me down but not enough to make me cold, in fact it was a perfect summer evening. There was something hypnotic about the sound of the gently lapping waves of the lake, the sighing breeze and the twinkling stars because within a short while my eyes felt heavy and I must have drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a jolt; in fact it was a toe digging me in the ribs. Startled I looked at the foot the toe belonged to, up the leg, past the erect cock and at the naked figure of a hunter wearing a black mask, all that could be seen of his features we a pair of eyes and a broad grin. Well, look what we have here boys! He shouted, I’ve found us an Ass! I prepared to launch myself into the air to make a quick exit but he must have read my mind because he placed a foot firmly on my chest and said I don’t think so, you’re not going anywhere. The sound of his cry brought seven other hunters over, all similarly naked except for black masks, making identifying them in this light virtually impossible. Oh the cunning logic of Douglas! This way the students get to shag us with no repercussions, mmm, I had to admire him on that score.

The hunters stood in a ring around me making an escape impossible, the guy who’d first found me told me to hand over the lubricant before getting onto my hands and knees facing away from him. I looked over my shoulder at him and watched as he knelt down between my legs then felt him apply the lubricant inside and around the edge of my anus. As I looked down at the ground I felt the head of his cock gently touch my ring before slowly pushing past the entrance, allowing me time to adjust to the intrusion, but not stopping until he was fully buried and his balls were brushing my cheeks. I could tell from his manner he was not a beginner at this game and that he had a good sized cock. Slowly he pulled back until his head sat at the entrance before plunging back in again, to the chants of his fellow hunters he gradually gained momentum until he was banging my butt hard enough to make me grunt on each thrust. This appeared to arouse one of the hunters into action, he stood in front of me, took hold of my head and thrust his medium sized cock down my throat making me gag momentarily. He wasn’t as gentle though, instead he carried on fucking my face regardless of my choking noises, clearly he was getting a massive kick out of being in total control. I was happy as a pig in shit, being spit roasted by two virile young men! On and on the pounding continued until with a loud groan and a shuddering spasm the guy fucking my arse shot load after load of jism deep into me. This sent the hunter fucking me face over the edge too and before I knew it I was swallowing a thick wad of jism down my throat, I carried on sucking until no more came. Both guys pulled out of me as their cocks softened, I took the opportunity to flex my back and take some deep breaths. Then I felt a pair of hands on my hips with a deep voice telling me to brace myself before I felt the head of a fat cock push into me, clearly having just had my arse pounded had removed some of my rings resistance as he had no trouble entering me. On and on he pushed up into me, clearly he was a big boy as I felt him nudging my inner ring before pushing on up, he had to be a good ten inches in length. I commented on this fact which made him laugh, he confirmed that being this big made it difficult to get girls to agree to being fucked but you gay guys seem to love it! Oh yes indeed I agreed. I felt a tap on my head so I looked back round to find another cock waving in my face, wasting no time I swallowed the head and shaft down to the base. I was getting into the swing of this game and just loving it, so much so that I was genuinely disappointed when both guys shot their loads into me because it meant there would be an interruption in the fucking. Not that I had to wait long because the next two guys were impatient and couldn’t bury their cocks into me quick enough. Like two rabbits their thrusts were quick and sharp, coming very quickly. The final pair of hunters then assumed their positions only to have the one behind me moan about the fact that my hole had been stretched so much and that there was so much jism up inside he could gain little friction from me. The hunter at my head gave me a sly grin before pulling out of my mouth, he told me to stand up while he lay down on the floor with his cock standing to attention. The other hunter must have understood his intentions because I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me downwards and instructing me to sit down straddling his waist with his cock buried deep inside me. The hunter laying down then wrapped his arms around my chest holding me tight, this had the effect of exposing my hole and his cock buried within. The hunter who had complained knelt down behind me, placed his cockhead at my opening and with some effort pushed his cock in alongside the one already there. I felt extremely stuffed and they seemed satisfied with the effect, after a couple of minutes of adjusting to each other’s presence they coordinated their thrusting and before long were hammering away as if there was no tomorrow. Having two cocks thrusting independently inside me was a novel experience and after the initial discomfort had subsided it was one that I was really getting into. Seeing that I wasn’t struggling against the intrusion the bottom hunter released me and I was free to grind myself further down onto the thrusting cocks and act like the complete slut I was!

All too soon I felt the familiar pulse of erupting orgasms and the shuddering of guys bodies and the slow subsidence of their erections before pulling out of my sloppy hole with a wet squelch. I thought this was going to be it as all eight guys had shot their loads and I’d be making my way back to the castle but no, the guys had other ideas. The first two hunters were raring to go again and quickly got themselves into position replicating the previous engagement. This time they slipped in easily and I was bouncing for pure pleasure. I felt a tap on my left shoulder, looking in that direction I was presented with the modest sized cock again, timing my bouncing I took the cock in my mouth and swallowed it deeply in one smooth motion. Within a couple of minutes the cock in my mouth shot its load down my throat and withdrew quickly. The reason for this became apparent as the owner of the cock had been pulled backwards and the next hunter took his place. I certainly recognised the next cock, it was the ten inch monster, in my mouth it felt a whole lot wider than up my arse! It took all my effort to suppress my gag reflex but eventually I managed to swallow all of it, as his balls brushed my chin I felt him lightly tap me on the head as if to congratulate me on my efforts. He was an expert at this game and this time he was gentle in his thrusting motions so as to prevent me from heaving. I was so fixated on the cock in my mouth that I that I failed to notice the two cocks ejaculating up me hole until that is they withdrew leaving a slowly closing void.

The last two hunters gestured for me to get into position but even I could tell that my ring had lost a lot of its elasticity and as I squatted down to receive their cocks try as I might my ring was too loose to clamp down on them to give sufficient friction. One of them said it’s no use I can’t feeling anything in that sloppy hole, what are we going to do? Before I could say anything Mr Big Dick who had been getting a blow job from me cleared his throat and said he had an idea which might just help their plight. Indicating that we were to disentangle, he then got me to lie on my back and pull my knees to my chest by interlocking my arms together. Then he got the hunter to kneel down and reinsert his cock into my hole which he did with no resistance at all. Looking through my legs and over the shoulder of the hunter in me, I saw Big Dick crouch down and reach under the hunter which drew an anxious look from the guy. Then I felt a couple of finger tips touch my ring and explore the surrounding area before gently pushing inwards, then I felt a third and fourth finger join the first two. While he was gentle in the entry there was no stopping him, then the thumb appeared, still he didn’t pause, only when he got to the widest part of his hand did he allow me time to adjust to the intrusion before his whole hand entered my rectum and wrapped itself around the hunter’s cock. I could feel the hunter start to thrust again, effectively being wanked off by Big Dick. Within a few minutes the hunter came, shooting his jism up me and pulled out to be replaced by the last hunter still waiting to fuck me. Big Dick left his hand inside me during the change over and started to massage to new cock until it too spurted jism and withdrew. By now I was getting sore and tired, what was worse despite the eight hunters having orgasmed at least twice each I myself had not come once and my balls were aching big time! Big Dick still had his hand in me when he knelt down between my legs and started to fuck me with his balled fist, in no time at all my cock was as hard as rock and with a loud groan and I shot load after load of jism all over my chest and stomach. He gently withdrew his hand from my aching hole and then to my surprise licked every drop of jism from my body. When finished he looked up at my surprised expression, smiled and said it was only fair considering what a great sport I’d been for him and his mates. Here! Here! Agreed the other hunters as they helped me to my feet and continued to support me as I was a little unsteady on my feet.

Walking slowly back to the castle I took my time to admire the hunters naked physiques, each one appeared to be under 25 and had naturally toned bodies without having that over developed look that the gym can create. I asked them to take off their masks so I could see them more clearly. No, no, no they laughed, you’d be able to recognise us if we did and we don’t want that to happen. Oh well it was worth a try I thought as I returned to admiring their bodies. As we passed through the main doors into the hall way I noticed that the night lights had been lit, what time was it I wondered? As we climbed the staircase I looked up at the grandfather clock on the first floor, it was 1.15am! How time flies when you’re having fun! I waved a quiet good night to the guys and carried on up the stairs to the third floor where my bed was calling me. As I silently let myself into the dormitory I could see the sleeping outlines of my colleagues, being naked I didn’t have to bother undressing, I simply crawled into bed (I’ll have a shower in the morning I promised myself) and quickly drifted off to a well deserved oblivion.