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The Talent Show
Chapter 25. The Rite of Passage


Marigold and I, the two new people to visit the nudist camp, are bound by the wrists to the metal bars over our heads. All the young
campers have surrounded the monkey bars, holding onto the sides or sitting on the top. The campers leer at their captives, hungrily feasting
their eyes upon our naked flesh. Yes, every one of our captors is also naked, but for the moment that makes it all the more surreal and
bizarre.

Two large teens carrying some sort of trunk come up to the group. Opening this trunk they start passing out what appears to be water guns.
There are several types of these, at least twelve of them. Some get passed to the girls on the perimeter. Some are passed to the boys on top
of the Thunderdome. Hand pistols are given out to the younger campers and these little kids move close to take up position.

Both Marigold and I strain against our binding, while shouting at the mob to let us go. I can sort of figure out what is going to happen, but
nobody is saying why this is going to happen. Why this firing squad?

Sashay shushes everyone. It takes a few moments for her to get every kid quiet.

"The King and Queen of Camp Nackt Freiheit will be determined very soon. Every one of you here has participated in this ceremony. Remember,
no aiming at the face. Anyone I see shooting the face will be pulled aside for punishment. On my signal take aim and fire. Don't be a hog, pass
the gun to the next person. Everyone should get in on this."

Sashay raises her hands. The kids holding the water guns raise their weapons and take aim. The arms swing down and a deluge of water jets
hits my body. As instructed, none of them blasted me in the face, so I was able to see everything. From my chest to my crotch I got squirted
by six or seven big soakers and an equal number of smaller hand pistols. Twelve or more jets of water stings my skin, and not surprisingly, most
of the kids aimed for my balls.

I look over at Marigold and the same thing is happening to her. She is screaming and moving from side to side, trying to keep the jets of
water from pounding her on her exposed and vulnerable pussy. The boys on the top of the Jungle Gym aimed for Marigold's breasts. I can
imagine how much the high powered streams of water must have stung her nipples. I too am doing a dance, moving my body this way and that
way as the hard streams of water hit my most sensitive area. The weapons are passed around to kids who haven't done any shooting. After a
couple minutes the barrage is over. The water weapons are empty.

"Pass your weapons back over to the Pozderek twins," Sashay tells the firing squad. The water guns get passed back to be locked up in the trunk
again. "And now for what we came here to do today. To give the most warm, friendly, and intimate welcome to our guests."

Sashay steps up to me, and she places a hand on my face. "Soon you will be one of us. I envy you. This only happens once, and only those who
are fourteen years of age and over can become full members. These younger kids you see here can participate in a way, but they are mostly bystanders until they have reached the proper age where full membership can be granted."

I looked over at Richmond. "You are a member, but your sister isn't?"

"I have to wait till I turn fourteen. After that I can have my Rite of Passage," June says. "But I still have a chance to be Queen of the Camp."

Whatever this thing is, Sashay gets it moving again, "Silence. Silence. Everybody line up. The time is at hand for the great awakening, the great gift that only Austin and Marigold can give."

With only a few giggles by the girls breaking the silence, all the girls form a single file line in front of me. All the boys come down from above
to form a line in front of Marigold.

"Switching takes place at thirty second intervals. I will shout out twice per minute for changeover."

Looking at the older teen girl, I notice a sports watch on her left wrist. Sashay is looking at her watch, watching for the seconds to reach the
proper moment?

"And the time begins....now!"

The first girl standing in front of me kneels down, her knees going into the muddy earth. She grabs my dick. Stroking me she tugs and squeezes.
That girl is jerking my dick, trying her best to make me hard. I've been hard much of this afternoon, but the Thunderdome thing had me scared
soft. This girl is determined to wake it up again. She has my dick aimed right at her. If I was hard and came it would hit her right between
the eyes.

"Switch."

The girl in front of me stands up to move aside. The next girl in line takes her place, kneeling down. Again I'm jerked and squeezed. This second
girl tugs with one hand while she massages my balls with the other. I'm starting to get hard. I can see where this is going now...sort of. This
lineup of girls is to see which one can jerk me off?

I glance over at the lineup of boys in front of Marigold. The one directly in front of her is also kneeling down. Instead of using his hands, that
boy has his face pressed up against Marigold's crotch. The hands hold onto the girl's hips. I can't see it exactly, but it looks to me like the guy is licking her.

This lineup of tormentors is a new kind of firing squad, but it's my body...Marigold's body that is the gun. Each one taking a thirty second turn,
each kid trying to get the camp newbies to fire off with an orgasm, it's like Russian Roulette. Looking forward I see a row of girls who are
eager to get shot on the face.

"Why are they doing this?" I ask Sashay.

"The one who gets you to cum is the Queen of the Camp. The boy who brings Marigold to orgasm is the King of the camp. It's a great honor
and comes with a nice reward."

The Talent Show
Chapter 26. Many Ways to Tease a Captive's Cock


During my young life the physical contact I've had on my dick was very limited. Masturbation was itself a recent development. My friend
Richmond and I are in the same grade, the same age within a few months, but I must look like I'm about a year behind my taller and bigger buddy. Until the sleepover weekend at the Sherman's my hand was the only thing that had touched my dick, my hand the only one that had jerked me off.

Being caught in a noose so to speak, tied up in a trap, bound to the bars over my head, I was at the mercy of whatever each girl in the lineup
did to me to get me hard. First I had to get erected, then the girls could get me off. Thirty seconds isn't a long time, so each one was
desperate to do their best.

I never got a specific count as to how many girls were lined up in front of me. As they knelt down before me one by one, I learned there was
more than one way to handle a cock. One girl squeezed me like it was a lemon and she needed to squirt the juice into a glass of tea.
Another girl only rubbed her thumb on the top of the glans. My initial shock wore off and I became more aware of these manual manipulations,
and more aroused by the minute. By the time Sashay called out "Switch" four times, meaning two minutes had passed during which four girls
applied their hopeful holds and strokes, I was about all the way hard. When girl #4 let go of me even I could hear the pop as it smacked my
tummy. For the remainder of the cock gun Russian roulette I was super hard.

The groans of shock and dismay at being treated this way turned to moans of something else from Marigold. I noticed that some of the boys,
as they planted their kissers onto the bound up girl's furry muff, they reached up to grasp at the boobs, squeezing with a whole hand or rubbing
fingertips on the nips. In a way, watching Marigold under such an assault was just as stimulating.

"Ahem" I heard down below, and as I turn from looking at Marigold to angle my gaze downward, I see the smiling face of Gertrude staring up at
me. She's kneeling down, holding my dick and to my astonishment she winks at me before giving it a lick. As if she has a lollipop from a candy
store, the red-headed and lightly freckled girl gives the head a licking while Sashay's sports watch does its ticking.

"Switch", shouts Sashay and Gertrude stands up. Before the twelve year old moves off to get into the back end of the line the crazy girl sticks
her tongue into my bellybutton. I didn't see how that helped her cause of getting me to cum onto her face, but it helped to ramp up how much
my body was tingling with excitement.

"Oh please...please stop," I hear the other captive begging. So far I haven't begged. I refused to plead for mercy. By the time girl #6 was tickling
me behind the balls I was ready to unload upon one of them. I was looking forward to it. I could tell I wasn't going to last long. I'd been kept
at a high level of emotional energy since the evening before, starting with the early evening basketball game that got this whole getting more
and more naked thing going. I had lost track of how many times during the previous 24 hours I'd gotten an erection. The next girl was Sashay.
She handed the watch to somebody else, then she got down in the mud before me. Sashay is by far the oldest teen of the group, nearly a
grown woman, and like a grown woman with a boy toy she didn't mess around.

Opening her lovely mouth she pulls the hard cock downward, engulfing it into her mouth. She could take the whole thing in one gulp, then
clamping down with her lips she turned on the vacuume cleaner.

HOLY BAT CRAP...that woman could suck the chrome off of a trailor hitch. That was a saying I heard before, but my mind never could register
what it really meant. After thirty seconds of super suction action I was amazed I still had skin on my dick when Sashay's time was up. My dick
glistened when the rays of the late afternoon sun sparkled the saliva along the shaft. I was amazed, never having seen it looking so red
before. I had never seen anyone sucked before, and especially not me. I think the shock and awe of it kept me from reaching that state of
being beyond the edge, kept me in the game longer than I thought I could last.

Every girl in the lineup had gone one time. Every girl had thirty seconds to get me to cum and I was still standing and throbbing without
relief.

Sashay looks pleased. "Ready for round two are you, Austin? Ready or not lovely Miss Marigold? Congrats for making it this far, but it's only a
matter of time. We got all the time we need. Round and round and round she comes. Think you can make it through another round?"

The Talent Show
Chapter 27. Here Cums the King and Queen


If being involuntary jerked off is inevitable, one might as well relax and enjoy it. The first round of getting my dick groped, grabbed, squeezed,
tickled, licked and even sucked is over. Every one of the girls lined up in front of me has had one chance, albeit a short thirty second chance, to
get me to orgasm. I have no idea why this is being done, only that it seems to be a longstanding tradition at Camp Nackt Freiheit.

The girl who went first is facing me again, eager to begin round two. "Relax and enjoy it" I tell myself. Closing my eyes I focus my mind on
feeling instead of seeing. What I just saw has me stunned, and I don't want to keep doing this for too long. This isn't exactly the most pleasurable way I imagined getting the first handjob or blowjob of my life, not tied up in front of a crowd.

Sashay shouts out it's time to begin. Once again I feel myself grabbed and manhandled. The first round I was soft at the beginning and got harder
as the first four or five competitors got me warmed up and rock hard. This round I'm already at the hard stage.

"Wow. That thing sure points up high" I hear somebody say. I almost laughed. It's not the first time I heard that. The day before my buddy
Richmond said the same thing.

"He's stiff as a stick," the girl yanking my stiff one down to level says, and she strokes me for half a minute. This got quite a few of the girls to laugh. I continued to keep my eyes closed as another four or five do their best to get me off. Relax and enjoy it. Keep calm. It's all fun and games.

The moaning from Marigold increases significantly. I hear her breathily saying "Oh...oh...oh..." Then my eyes fly open when a blood curdling
shriek nearly bursts my ears. The other captive girl is trembling, shaking like a leaf hanging from a branch being blown by a brisk breeze.
The boys lined up in front of Marigold change positions so each one can get a better look at the writhing female form. Some guy's head is still
pressed up against her crotch, so the best visual I have from my position is how pointy her nipples are on her mid-sized tits. Those nips look
hard as rock and pointy enough to poke an eye out.

As Marigold vocalizes her body's response to what I assume is an orgasm, never having heard a girl make such wailing sounds before, she looks possessed. Her eyes look like they are rolled back in her head. All the guys, except for the one still busily licking the love triangle, clap hands
lustfully cheering on the winner. One lucky member of their group has just gotten girl-creamed all over his face.

Some curly blond-haired guy, who looks like he's maybe sixteen years old, gets off his knees. He turns toward Sashay, and he's got the goofiest
shit eating grin on a wet, drippy face. The guys congratulate him, and I hear the name Stafford being said by a few of them.

Turning my attention back to my own situation a glance down shows a girl pumping my penis furiously. I look up only slightly, and I see the next
girl in line is June. What? I had forgotten about June. If she was in the lineup for the first round I had somehow missed her. I did spend some
time gawking at the other prisoner in this cock and cunt tease fest. The thirty seconds each girl gets goes by fast. I easily could have missed
her the first round. There's no chance I'll miss her this time.

My dick is released, followed by a thwack as it smacks on my stomach. I can feel it pulsing, pounding as my heart goes thumpity-thump.

"That thing sure is hard," the girl says as she makes way for the next one up.

The next one up is June. I've been hard up over her ever since this weekend started, ever since she started to take control of things during the
strip basketball game the night before. I got so excited and scared later that night when she yanked my cock in a necktie noose, but that
was not direct contact. Now I watch her, watch her lithe naked nubile form step up in front of me. June smiles at me and I shiver. June kneels
down before me and my legs quiver. The twelve year old isn't anywhere near the hottest girl in this bunch of bodacious babes, but I have had
the hots for her the longest.

My dick twitches, it jerks involuntarily when June's fingers touch the underside of the shaft. Then gripping around it firmly, June looks up at
me, a twinkle in her eyes. "I love you, Austin. I'll do anything to make you happy." She then began kissing my cock, right on the head. June
puckered up her luscious lips and planted kisses on the head of my dick. Smooch, smack, she's taking me to the Love Shack. It's not jerking, or
sucking, but it's the ultimate cock tease. Seeing her face get all sultry and sexy, her eyes darting back and forth between my eyes and my
erection gripped in her hand. I feel things within my body tightening up in the tell-tale signs of nearing an eruptive and exlosive release.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

June keeps my penis aimed right at her face. She does pull back, but only a couple inches or so. She is smiling, but she must have felt the
tremors in the shaft and closed her lips just as a massive amount of cum coats her face from nose to chin, from cheek to cheek. The lineup of
girls goes crazy with shouts and squeels. The boys watching whistle and holler. It was intense but short, as two good bursts of liquid spray
June's face. A third wimpy squirt spill out with less force to fall straight to the ground.

"Hurray June. We have a new Queen."

June gets to her feet, and letting my boy juice drip untouched she moves toward Stafford, the guy who brought Marigold to orgasm. The boys
and young girls cheer again as June and Stafford hold each other, kissing vigorously and passionately. The boy cum on June's face mixes with the
girl cum smeared all over Stafford's face. In a bizarre sight, the male and female fluids blend together as the King and Queen of the nudist camp
kiss each other. I was young enough, naive enough to actually wonder if a girl could get pregnant that way.

Richmond is beaming like a big brother seeing his sister turned into a bride as he steps up next to me. He claps me on the back, says I did a
great job.

"What happens now?" I ask him, glad whatever this is is over, but afraid of what might happen next.

"Next?...we take you and Marigold out before the elders. Dang it...I was hoping to get that girl off. But that means I'd be kissing my sister right now. You sure made a mess of her face. I didn't think you had that much in ya. I'm impressed."

The Talent Show
Chapter 28. Decrees and Proclamations


The sun is starting to go down, the sky turning reddish in the west. Without wiping off their faces, June and Stafford lead the way away from
the Jungle Gym. While holding hands the new King and Queen of the Camp lead the throng of nudist kids. Instead of heading back toward the
large open space where the wooden stage was, the group moves off down a well worn path that ends up at a large pond. All the adults are
gathered along the shore of the pond, and a bonfire is in the process of being built.

Congratulations go all around. June and Stafford are congratulated for winning the orgasmic version of a game of Russian roulette. Marigold and
I are congratulated for becoming members of Camp Nackt Freiheit. I was to learn that one doesn't just sign up and pay a membership fee to
become part of the club. The Rite of Passage was the requirement, and I was now member for life.

When the adults greeted the King and Queen a laurel made of ivy vines was placed upon their heads. June wore the laurel for the rest of that
night, and the next day as well. I found out why everyone tried so hard to become the King and Queen, besides the fun competition and taking
part in inducing a guest to orgasm. June gets to be Queen for a Day, and Stafford became King for a Day. From that moment until midnight, June
and Stafford can give orders, make pronouncements, create laws.

June took her new powers seriously. She really made use of her authority. She told all the males in camp to line up in a giant circle with all the
females inside the circle. Then she makes a proclamation, and basically it went something like this:

After dinner, starting at exactly Nine pm, and going until midnight, will be the Hours of the Erection. Every male must have an erection. Any male who is seen without a boner will be brought forth before the Council for punishment. Every girl is in charge of monitoring compliance.

King for a Day Stafford had a much simpler decree. He said any girl of his choosing will be tasked with keeping the King's cock hard, and he'll
switch out girls whenever he feels like it. This decree will last for the full duration of the Hours of the Erection. Every member of the camp
will meet at the shore of the pond, to gather for the lighting of the bonfire at Nine pm.


This was such a bizarre finish to the day at Camp Nackt Freiheit. An even weirder night at the camp would soon begin, but this concludes my
story. Perhaps I'll be brave enough to tell what happened during the hours of darkness.

The End.

"Any male who is seen without a boner will be brought forth before the Council for punishment."

I guess I will have to wait to see what the punishment will be and who will do it. I hope a lot of males will not be able to keep it up so they will get punished.

Who would have thought a male would be punished for NOT having his dick hard instead of for having a hard on.
You go June, teach those males thing or two!

You can't stop there. What a tease!

Congratulations on completing this story, hopefully one day you we can return to it though to find out what happened during the hours of darkness. Always nice to leave the readers just wanting a little bit more

Great stuff.