[Smile Guy]

Told you it'd be quick!

Part 2
Throw and the Catch

Controlling my dick to a reasonably floppy level and rose to my feet, scooping up the frayed and muddy tennis ball. I flipped it over in my hand and almost dropped it there and then. Not the best of starts. "It's a slippy ball," I explained.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" she smirked. We laughed as casually as possible but I think that both of us were actually pretty uptight. We were both looking forward to this. The day was calm but warm, so the wind would not be an effecting factor. I weighed up my options and decided that I'd rather see Clara bare all than me have to get out the dick. I was playing to win! "Ready?" I asked.

"When you are..."

I lobbed the ball. It flew gracefully in the air and Clara caught it unflinchingly. "I'm starting easy," I stated. She nodded flicking back her brown hair as she did so. She threw the ball. With all her might. It smacked straight into my stomach and I doubled over winded. Then I realised that I needed to catch the ball, and looked up, seeing the ball cascade back down toward me after the unusual rebound. With a high degree of skill in my opinion I leapt back and caught the ball before attending to my stomach with a rub. "You really want to win," I said, stating the obvious.

"Hell yeah. I've been wanting to see your penis for quite a while now," she said, while I stared rather surprised, "You see... there are rumours." I ignored that comment though my mind started going in haywire. My horny side consoled me with an image of groups of girls sniggering at parties together talking about the colossal size of my dick, while my nasty side told me that the fact that my penis bent ever so slightly to the left was horribly abnormal and the whole school was aware about it without my knowing.

"Err... right... I see..." I said, before surprising myself by chucking the ball with excess speed myself she had to leap to catch it but succeeded fairly easily.

I smiled and glanced away for a single split second.

Big mistake.

She threw the ball back and as if in slow motion I saw it arch over my head. I ran back but it was too late anyway with it just feet from the ground. As if to add insult to injury, I tripped and hurtled to the ground at the exact same moment the ball landed in a soft pile of leaves. It rolled mockingly onto the ground right in front of me.

Clara was in hysterics and I laughed too. It had probably looked pretty funny. Then realisation dawned me and I said weakly, "Oh no..."

"Oh yes!" said Clara, happily dancing from foot to foot, "Oh yes!"

While the idea of getting a hand job from Clara before the ball game had seemed absolutely wonderful, it suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have to get my dick out in a wood. It was usually secluded but what if the rare dog walker came along or somebody had gone out looking for me and Clara?

"Oh yes!" said Clara once more, then said, "Now, I said that if you dropped the ball I would give you a hand job right here, right now. Yes?"

I nodded, meekly. What else could I do?

"I also said," -- this did not sound good -- "that I could do it under my conditions."

"What?" I said, simply, definitely not liking the sound of this.

"My first condition is simple. As I jack you off, you have to be completely naked. That's right, we're not just talking having your dick out. We're talking everything."

"That's not fair!" I said, unhappily, albeit feeling horny.

"You should have read, that is to say heard, the small print. Now come on! Get your kit off!"

There was simply nothing else I could do. A bet was a bet and I could only blame my foolishness for not noticing exactly what Clara had said. Besides, I had to admit that the idea was still turning me on quite a bit. I felt quite aroused. I slipped off my shoes and socks, before unbuttoning my shirt. It was a warm day but my arms were covered in goosebumps. I bent down, undid my flies and slipped my pants slowly off. I really didn't want to straighten up as my erect penis would be revealed through my boxers but I had to anyway. Clara eyed the (admittedly quite large) bulge in my boxers with an air of greediness. Suddenly, she walked up to me and ripped -- actually ripped -- my boxers clean off leaving me standing there, naked, with a ferocious erection, outside with a girl staring at my penis with an air of complete wonder.

"It is huge!" she said, finally, "I couldn't help but feel slightly impressed with myself. Last time I'd measured my penis, (yes, fine, I'd measured my penis) it had been eight inches and was probably a bit more now.

She stepped closer to me and placed one hand on top of my shaft, and used the other to cup my balls. In comparison to my dick, they were small hands and as she started to rub it, it feld absolutely brilliant.

She told me to lie down on the ground and I did so obediently. She sat comfortably on the floor next to me and continued, gradually building up speed. For someone who had admitted to me she had never done this before she was absolutely brilliant at it.

Time went buy, and after a few minutes of this glorious pounding that wonderful feeling in my dick just before the cum shot was moments away. My inhibitions were thrown to the wind. "Just a tiny bit more!" I said, smiling gleefully. We looked into each others eyes and she returned my smile. "Really?" she said. And she stopped. Annoyed, and feeling my dick throbbing, I looked up at her and said, "Why did you do that?"

"Under my conditions," she said simply. There was now an uncomfortable feeling in my head as it throbbed. I needed release. I needed release big time. She pinned my hands to the ground with her full bodyweight and said, "This is the part when you actually regret losing the bet.

With one deft motion she whipped a rope (the thin but strong kind you use when you go rock climbing or abseiling) and tied my hands around the back of my tree. "Under my conditions," she repeated then noticed my horrified face, "Oh don't worry, I'm not abandoning you here. Let's just say... there's a catch."

"A catch?" I said weakly.

"Yes." She walked over gracefully to her back pack and drew out something that terrified me the moment I saw it. A camera. Placing it on a stump a couple of feet away from me, she fiddled with the dial, setting it onto timer. "Now I reckon," she said, "That you'd cum in about five seconds after one simple rub. So, naturally, I've set the timer to that length."

She rubbed my penis one last time that day and I instantly felt the cum build up inside it. The feeling was so great but I somehow felt the consequences woudn't be.

Five... four... three... two... one!

FLASH! The camera flashed just as a colossal amount of cum spurted all over my stomach, chest and face. I had been so built up that it just would not stop cumming out and my dick throbbed and throbbed and throbbed again until I was literally covered. Clara picked up the camera, snaped another photo, and smiled gleefully.

Whatever crazy plan she had, and for whatever reason she had done it, I think it had gone perfectly. She looked at the two photos on the camera and smiled triumphantly. "Oh great," she muttered to herself, "You can't even see the ropes."

"Why?" I asked. She glanced up and me and said: "Why don't you come to my house and find out."

Where the camera had been she placed a key. She then gathered up all my clothes and placed them in her rucksack. She then placed a penknife in my hand. "It should take the time of a hand job to cut yourself free," she explained, "Then you can grab the key in front of you and go to my house and let yourself in. My family are away for the weekend."

She slung the rucksack over her shoulder and began to walk off.

"But... why..." I said meekly.

"You'll find out when you get to my house," she called over my shoulder before running off into the distance leaving me cum-covered, fully-erect and naked tied to a tree in a wood. To be honest, this catch that Clara had put in place was one pretty evil catch.

To be continued...

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