[matt1995]

Lisa walked slowly around the circle of people, as Ted walked tentatively forward. She semed to have a total control of the crowd, the alpha female, the boss. Ted stood in the centre now, looking awkwardly out at everybody, a beer in one hand. Lisa strolled up towards him, pressed her tits against his side, and draped her arms around his neck.
She spoke clearly: ‘The whole team has done very well – every single one of you guys. And I’m glad some of us cheerleaders are here, because – I’ve been talking to them, and we agree that y’all deserve a reward.’
A cheer went up, as behind the curtain, Luke waited patiently, and Charlie bit his lower lip in trepidation, and excitement.
‘Some of them are behind this curtain – they think that you deserve the reward, don’t worry.’ As Lisa was speaking, she now began to undress Ted. His shirt, revealing his pale but well-muscled torso, and then pulled his trousers and boxers in one go. Ted’s semi sprung out, and more whoops from the crowd. ‘But they don’t want to be called,’ Lisa went down on her knees, and in front of her face, Ted’s cock began to rise up – ‘sluts.’ She bit forward a moment, as if she were about to take him in her mouth, all seven inches of thick British dick, and then moved back. ‘Through the curtain,’ she said. ‘Enjoy.’

Charlie moved around, feeling the cold as his dick teased becoming hard again, as Luke fellated Ted. The seventeen-year-old moaned loudly, as a natural performer, causing repeated cheers from the audience. Luke didn’t recoil as his dick was thrust repeatedly into his mouth through the small gap in the curtain, even as Ted’s hand moved into the curtain itself, and grasped the back of Luke’s head to go deeper. Luke didn’t let Ted finish in his mouth – no, he relinquished him, and, with deliberately delicate hand action, pumped Ted’s load onto his chest. Damon was next inside his mouth, with Lisa calling out the lads as if it were a game show line up. Each one, blown. Each, caught on film. Luke was tireless. Lisa clearly enjoying herself. The group celebrating the debauchery. Nelson, Tim, Brock, Casey. Some dribbled lethargically onto Luke’s smooth chin, others threw loads at his face with force. Pierre shouted swear words as he came: ‘Suck it bitch,’ he said, ‘Enjoy it.’ The energy decreased as each lad in turn came, with the energetic chants turning to just a satisfied chatter. Lisa greeted new people as they arrived into the circle. Charlie got every cumshot on camera, his cock almost painful in his hardness by now. There were footsteps behind Charlie, and as he turned he saw one of the cheerleaders walk towards him. It was Kim, the woman who’d been bukkaked, one of Lisa’s best friends. She brought her finger to her lips, and patted Charlie on the ass as she walked towards Luke. Lisa was speaking again to the circle as Kim brought her finger along Luke’s chest, and wiped a small portion of cum on her chin.
Kim whispered: ‘It’s time for you two to swap, she said.’ Charlie gulped as Luke took the camera from him. This operation was getting too big. It was getting dangerous.

‘Okay: Kim, I think you’ve had enough.’ Kim walked out around the curtain, and once again a cheer went up. Applause, even. ‘But don’t worry, there’s still someone else back there. We’ll need to speed up though: the two of you?’ Charlie glanced through the small hole, as he took to his knees. John and Rob, the twins with the fucked up relationship, were moving forward. Rob’s shirt was already off, and he was demonstrating his abs to the crowd. John’s dick was out, and indiscriminately now being shoved through the hole. Charlie actually corrected his jaw with his hand as, wondering whether his blowjob would actually pass for a woman’s, he took the dick in his mouth. The taste – pre-cum and sweat – hit him as it had before, and then the thickness and fleshiness of it. Its saltiness. It pulsing. He was doing well, could feel it leaking into his mouth. Then through the same hole, pressing into its brother, came the other cock. Charlie left John’s dick for a moment, as he moved back, felt Luke’s camera upon his person, and tugged at them both. His tongue danced on the end of each as he pumped, as one hand moved down to tickle the balls. He barely noticed Luke setting the camera upon a tripod behind him. He did notice the twins cum in his face in quick succession. He noted the greetings from the circle, visible as if through a locked door in front of him, and then as Lisa called Luke forward.

He tried to remember the team as Luke moved his semi in through the hole. The atmosphere was now a hum. Charlie was exhausted, wanted to cum but had no time for it, and barely had the energy to blow Luke.
Through the curtain, Luke spoke under his breath, in a way totally different to Pierre: ‘Yes, Charlie… yes. You’re good at this. You make a good cocksucker. You’re probably a good fucker as well. How’d you feel about being inside me, Charlie? How’d you feel about me being inside you?’ Charlie didn’t know. The vein in Luke’s cock was thick. He tasted good: much better than the twins. Clearly the filming had got him on edge, as Luke whispered: ‘Swallow it, Charlie, swallow me’. Charlie obliged. He felt the stream of cum hit the back of his throat. He moved it through his mouth with his tongue. Luke pulled back.

‘Well, boys: I hope you’ve enjoyed it. But there’s one more guy left who deserves some cred. All the cred, you might say. The heart of this team: the beating, pulsating cock of this team.’ A rising noise again. ‘Well – Zak, you deserve more than just a blowjob. Come forward.’ Zak made his way forward, having watched the scene before with increasing fear. Lisa was up to something. The evidence kept growing too: what had started as ‘Fuck me, I want you to fuck me’ was now a fucking dossier. Yet it kept getting harder to get out. So he stepped into the centre of the circle. Around him, drunken lads and girls, some still shirtless from their go.
‘You’re not afraid of showing some skin, are you, Captain, my Captain? We’ve all seen the video.’ She undressed Zak much more slowly than she had Ted, and pulled off each item sensually. She kissed his neck, stroked his thigh, and removed his underwear with her teeth. Zak’s cock was not yet fully hard, as Lisa guided him around. The audience was quiet now, moved in slightly, and captivated. In front of the curtain, she went to her knees, and gently caressed Zak’s dick as she spoke under her breath.

‘Your ass, Charlie.’ His name, at last. ‘He’s going to fuck you in the ass. If I were you, I’d try not to make too much noise. It might be obvious. I’d hate for people to know.’
‘You goddamn bitch,’ Zak said, in the same tone, all the while he became fully hard.
‘No need for that, Zachary. Isn’t this what you always wanted? Fuck him, Zak. I want you to fuck him.’
Lisa moved backwards, as Zak moved his dick through hole. Zak spoke quietly: ‘Spit, Charlie. You’ll need lube.’ Charlie did this for himself, one hand on the ground, the other preparing himself. ‘I’m sorry, Charlie.’ Zak sounded emotional, vulnerable. His dick pressed into Charlie’s crack. Charlie shivered. ‘I’m sorry for bringing you into this.’
‘It’s no good now, mate,’ Charlie said, his voice harsher now, as Zak’s tip pushed into him. ‘Just fuck me.’ There it was. Zak moved forward. He’d wanked many times thinking about this in recent days. He’d wanked thinking about this – finally being him, finally fucking someone he fancied, even respected – for so much longer. He entered Charlie, who let out a moan, just a little bit too quiet for the audience to hear. They were muted to the pair now, who fucked through this tiny gap. Charlie had wanked too about this: this way around, the other way around. He wished they could be alone. He wished that he could look into Zak’s face. He wished it didn’t hurt so much – and holy shit did it hurt. Zak moved slowly to start with: in-and-out, shallow strokes, his cock getting harder and harder as it continued, and Charlie feeling that hardness.
‘Holy fuck,’ Charlie let out. Who knew who could hear? ‘Fuck me.’
‘I am,’ under his breath and then, thinking of cover, much louder: ‘Fuck.’ Zak began to moan loudly, the crowd noise came back, and Charlie could bite his bottom lip, and swear as his ass was pounded. More aggressively now. Deeper. Charlie’s dick had gone semi-flaccid through the pain, but he could not remember the same intensity of feeling.

‘You enjoying that, Zak?’ Lisa asked loudly enough for the crowd to hear, to cheer. Zak was too deep, too horny, too in the moment to answer, or to think. Zak wasn’t to know that there smartphones were filming. He wasn’t to know the reverse angle on the camera behind Charlie. He wasn’t to know that the curtain through which he fucked Charlie in the ass was only held up by a single rope, and that rope affixed to a nearby tree by a single knot. That knot loosened in a single pull: Lisa knew such things. She wandered around.
‘You enjoying that, Zak?’ It was louder. Zak was louder too, moaning, nearing climax.
‘You enjoying that?’ Shouting, practically, and by the knot now.
‘Yeah!’ Zak shouted, whether in response or not he did not know. He was perhaps thirty seconds from cumming. ‘Yes! Fuck – yes!’

The knot was pulled. The curtain came down, and such was it held that it split in the middle, and fell around the two teenagers, one inside the other. The assembled crowd gasped, and shouted. The cameras caught everything. Everyone found out. Everything changed.