Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 07:58:05 +1000
From: Christian Williams <thebigbongs@hotmail.com>
Subject: Team Bonding

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TEAM BONDING


Whoosh.

"One"

Whack.

"One"

Whoosh.

"Two"

Whack

"Two"

With each wild fling of the bat James Anderson grimaced.  He was relieved
but also a little disappointed when every other swing he heard his partner
Alistair Cook exclaim a little groan of pain.

Cook exhaled, squinted his eyes due to the pain and waited.  Again there
was a swoosh as a heavy piece of wood sliced through the air.  The muscular
hunk swinging his big arms masterfully working his bat and slamming it on
to the pert round cheeks of his fellow English cricket star.

"Three"

"Argh..."

Each time Jimmy took the first blow, which built the tension and the
anticipation for Cook.  In many ways it doubled the pain as he could almost
feel the painful shudder shake Jimmy to his core and he knew he would soon
be next.  In fact before Cook had the time to prepare himself he felt the
surge of pain from the third blow to crack against he fulsome butt.

What made these blows all the harder and all the more painful was the fact
that the two assailants, the two senior England team-members were expert at
wielding the thick piece of wood.  Expert at hitting hard, very hard.  When
the television pundits spoke of Andrew Flintoff's and Kevin Pieterson's
batting they said that once hit the ball stayed hit.  Rather like Jimmy's
arse.

"Four".

Again, the was almost an audible wince.  However as Jimmy attempted to
catch his breath there was a whistling sound, KP had taken his careful aim,
and was using his overwhelming strength to crash the large face of his
favourite bat into Cook's butt as hard as he could.

"Please..."

Cook began to plead for a breather from the assault but before he could get
any further Freddy Flintoff was landing yet another meaty blow on the arse
of Jimmy.  Cook looked across at Jimmy, bent over a King-size bed; the two
men looked deeply into the other's eyes.  Jimmy looked on, sweat forming on
his forehead as KP once again wound up fully, paused, and then with an
almighty surge of strength sent his bat flying at full speed into the arse
of the England opener.

Jimmy saw the pain flash across the face of his teammate.  Cook's eyes
narrowed as the latest blow cracked against the exposed flesh of Cook's
arse.

Jimmy stretched across to Cook and locked the young England star in a
comradely kiss as Flintoff crashed his bat onto his butt once more.

"Five"

Jimmy had hoped he would have been use to the strength of the blows by now,
instead, if it was possible, each blow was even more fearsome than the
last.

The interlocking of the two men's lips meant the direct transfusion of the
pain from one to the other.  The whole of Jimmy's body shuddered as did
Cook feeling the strength of the latest Flintoff blow.

KP was not to be out done and he didn't like the two bum boys comforting
each other and therefore with his great strength he landed such a fierce
blow on Cook that his body shook so much that the kiss was broken.

"Argh... Argh..."

The pain was almost overwhelming.

Jimmy's cock jolted as he looked on and soon his dick throbbed as Flintoff
crunched yet another hefty blow.

"Six"

Freddy was in charge of counting the blows.  As KP wound up for an extra
fierce final blow on Cook the cocky South-African born captain announced
that the over was done and that the should swap.

"You should see your arses sluts, man they are wrecked. Fuck, we're only
half way" he sneered.

Jimmy and Cook groaned almost in unison.

"Come on sluts, you swap places for us... we ain't moving for your pathetic
butts" KP was getting a little impatient.

"Shit, just look at them – look how hard they are" Freddy chipped in and
it was true both Jimmy and Cooky were rock hard.  Their dicks glistening
with pre-cum just by the fact that they were being beaten raw by two studs
yielding cricket bats.

Once they were in position, KP told Jimmy to turn round.

"Fuck dude, you are hard... anyways... kiss my bat" and KP thrust his
wooden weapon that would soon inflict more damage to Jimmy's arse to add to
that already done by Flintoff.

Jimmy looked up at KP, his captain's expression was stern and definitely
"don't fuck with me" so without saying a word he submissively kissed it.
Very quickly and lightly he pecked the face of the bat.  He looked up again
and, seeing the look of disapproval and anger on KP's face, very quickly
tried again.  The blow would be hard enough without provoking KP.  Jimmy
did his best to make out with the bat as if it were KP's face he were
kissing.  He had never kissed KP, KP threw him a mean fuck but that was it
– there was no emotional engagement.  This was just sex for KP, pure
lust, nothing more and nothing less.  Sometimes Jimmy wished that there
would be the slightest hint of fondness but there never was and nor was
there now.

"Enough. I can't have your slobber on my bat when I go out and play you
dirty slut."

"Sorry" Jimmy whispered.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" a still impatient KP inquired.  Prodding
Anderson as if he were shepherding cattle he got Jimmy into position.

Jimmy braced himself but this time it was Cook who was struck first.

Freddy really cranked it up, he paused at the top of his back swing:

"Ready?" he asked rhetorically for before Cook even had the time to
consider whether he really was prepared for another sore blow against his
already very sore arse that familiar swishing sound of a heavy bat
thrashing through the atmosphere filled the room and then the sound that
turned on all four so much of wood on arse.

As Cook cried out Freddy flatly said: "One".

Now it was Jimmy's turn.  He knew he was now in for a severe beating as
KP's bat was even heavier than Freddy's.  KP had rested his wood in the
cleft of Jimmy's round butt, the edge nudging Jimmy's well worn hole.  As
Freddy landed his first blow of the second over KP readied himself, he
flexed his shoulders – withdrew the bat, rearranged his grip on the bat
to take a firmer hold and then put all his muscle into his first drive.
There was a sickening slap sound as KP made Jimmy feel the sharpest sting
yet.  KP's first blow landed flush on Jimmy's left cheek and after Freddy
crunched Cook once more KP alternated his blows by punishing Jimmy's right
cheek.

Jimmy grimaced as he looked on at Cook crouching, bum held high ready for
Freddy's next strike.

Thwack.

"Three"

The juxtaposition of Freddy's flat, dead-pan delivery of the count while
crunching his bat with all his might into Cook's arse was oh so sexy.
Jimmy couldn't really take it in as he waited completely exposed to the
onslaught of his second master.

There was a slight delay, Jimmy wondered what was happening.  He waited for
what seemed like an eternity so he turned round to see what KP was doing.
Oh how he wished he hadn't for at just at the moment he turned round, a
wicked grin spread across KP's face.  He had wanted Jimmy to watch on and
as soon as Jimmy's head turned KP lifted back his bat and Jimmy could only
watch on haplessly as the thick blade of the willow bat cracked against his
left buttock.  At the point of contact Jimmy turned his head away and
buried it into the bed letting loose a cry into the duvet.  His cock ached
begging for attention and his arse burned, he ached like he never ached and
yet he wanted more... he wanted to be hit again.

Soon enough Freddy had smacked Cook for the final time:

"Now, what do you say?"

"Thank you" Cooky gulped consumed by the sensations radiating from his butt
and looked up at the mighty hunk who had administered his second over of
pain.  Fuck he was sexy Cook thought but did not hold that thought as he
saw Freddy lift the bat once more.

"Thank you sir" Cooky quickly remembered his manners and Freddy flashed
that devastating smile and examined the bad that had caused such damage.
He didn't bother to look up as KP landed a sixth blow, this one on the
right cheek of Jimmy before quickly adding a seventh slapping both cheeks
watching them vibrate at the force of the impact.

"Thank you sir" Jimmy was well trained and needed no prompting.

"Mateys, you should see how red your two red arses are right now.  Fuck
mate" (KP now addressed Freddy) "reckon we did a good job on these two
Fred."

"Sure did – so who do you want – captain's honour?"

"Cheers dude, well think I wanna wreck this one's pussy as well as his
arse" KP nodded towards a strewn Jimmy who had not moved since those
quickly administered last two blows. KP and Freddy didn't bother to ask
Jimmy or Cooky whether they wanted to be fucked or indeed by who, instead
they pulled down their pants revealing their impressively hard cocks and
decided amongst themselves.

"But I'll let you go first" KP continued.

Moments later Freddy was wiggling a fat finger in Cook's cunt.  He noted
aloud how tight it was and how much he was going to enjoy `ploughing this
pussy'.  As Freddy stretched Cook's ring with a second and a third finger
KP started to wank his cock to its full, impressive strength.

"Stop teasing the slut – fuck get on with it."  Truth was KP couldn't
wait to tap the arse being wiggled in front of him.

Following KP's instructions, Freddy Flintoff an England cricket hero
flipped the stud before him and pressed forward.  Ever so slowly his cock
sunk into the tight, wet and welcoming entrance of Cook.  Freddy knew the
sensation, he knew the sheer bliss of plugging a male pussy and Cook's male
pussy was a particular favourite.  It welcomed its old friend gladly.

"Oh... fuck" Cook moaned as he closed his eyes with pleasure.  "More."

Freddy needed no encouragement and he continued to slide his cock into the
younger man.  Although Cook's arse was no stranger to a throbbing piece of
meat being thrust within it, the sheer size, especially the thickness of
Freddy's slab of meat meant this was no easy fit.  Flintoff took a firmer
grip of Cook's ankles and fed his cock further into the slut beneath him.
He nudged his cock until he was fully lodged in his target and looked down
at Cook:

"Fuck you're a tight fucker" Freddy muttered in appreciation.

Now Fred was fully plugged in the perma-tanned Cook the tall hunk of KP
took his devastating 9-inch cock in hand and placed it at the entrance of
Jimmy's hole.  Unlike Cook who lay prone on his back legs in the air
gripped by his assailant, Jimmy was on all fours as KP firmly held his
shoulders as he began to slide his throbbing member into his eager slut.

Jimmy swallowed hard as he was consumed by the feeling of being filled by
his captain. He could see Freddy ploughing Cook and now he was loving the
feeling of his arse filled by the cock of the England stud and most
arrogant cricket star.  KP thrusted his cock insistently filling his slut
until his balls pressed firmly against Jimmy's still sore arse.  Whereas
when Freddy had bottomed out on Cook he had luxuriated in the moment of the
tightness of the hole around him – KP made sure his balls bounced off
Jimmy's still red arse.  He gently slapped it and Jimmy instantly
whimpered.

Barely had Cook had time to come to terms with the sheer size of the weapon
inside of him Freddy began to withdraw and quickly then thrust back in a
little harder and firmer.  He knew how to throw a fuck.  He knew how to
shag and now Freddy began to fuck the stud.  He started a slow, almost
measured rhythm, but he worked his cock and started to give Cook's arse a
real good workout.

"Fuck you're tight" he muttered.

"Get to it mate" KP cockily taunted his teammate.  He was already roughly
fucking his slut.  Jimmy was rocking back meeting the thrusts of KP as he
was well and truly ploughed.  KP had a very tight grip on Jimmy shoulder as
he literally pounded the most delicate point of the stud below.  Jimmy
moaned in delight as he rocked back and forth and talked dirty urging his
captain to go harder and faster.  KP needed no encouragement and Jimmy's
wish was soon being fulfilled as KP thrust still harder into the tight
target.

Sweat was dripping from Freddy's forehead landing on Cook's hairless,
tanned chest so hard was the fuck he was throwing.  The mattress squealed
obscenely as Freddy ploughed the younger man.  The thrusts were long but
hard, battering Cook's well worn g-spot.  The more Cook grimaced and
squirmed the longer strokes Freddy released with his cock.

KP had truly started to slam his thick cock into Jimmy.  So powerful were
the thrusts he was unleashing, KP would withdraw to the point at which he
nearly left its target, stretching Jimmy's hole once more and then he would
plough deep inside again.  With each thrust Jimmy would clench down,
squeeze tighter around KP's cock.  The sensations for both men were
unbelievable and almost unbearable.

Meanwhile Cook was writhing in delight as his pummeling from Freddy
Flintoff continued.  Flintoff's pounding was rhythmical and had filled Cook
for twenty minutes but neither he nor KP with the new tightness around his
cock could last much longer and a glance between the two hunk tops showed
mutually that the time had almost come.

Sure enough, quickly the scene was rearranged and the sluts were side by
side and Freddy straddled Jimmy's chest as KP straddled Cook.  Jimmy
eagerly tinted his head and opened his mouth tempting Freddy who needed no
tempting.  Cook looked on as Jimmy began to slurp gratuitously on Freddy's
cock.

"Yeah... clean off his arse juices off my cock" Freddy moaned and Jimmy
expertly bobbed on his cock.  Cook didn't look for long and nor did he have
the choice for KP quickly had a firm grasp of his head and his missile of a
cock was being thrust into his mouth.  He got a taste of the twat juices of
Jimmy smeared over KP's pre-cum dripping cock.

Jimmy was an expert cocksucker – he'd been on many a England tour where
he had been designated cocksucker and so had honed he skills perfectly.
Freddy appreciated those skills which had seemingly come naturally to Jimmy
as his cockhead felt the sensations of Jimmy's tongue darting and tickling
his throbbing cockhead.  Freddy gripped the spiked hair of Anderson to
control the bobbing.

KP was less gentle.  He had thorough control of Cook and was ramming his
mouth was his thick cock.  So hard was he thrusting into Cook that he was
gagging ever so slightly.

Freddy and KP surveyed the scene.  The room reeked of sex but that just
added to the horniness of the moment.  These two tops had expertly
controlled the situation from first to last and they climaxed expertly.
They roared in unison as they filled their respective sluts.  Cook choking
on the gallon of cum spilt by KP.  Jimmy gulped down eagerly the juice of
Freddy Flintoff.  Jimmy loved cum, he was proud that he could identify his
teammates' cum by taste.  Each was unique, he did not have a favourite for
his favourite cum was always the one he was presently tasting.  Freddy's
was certainly his favourite right now and he savoured every drop.

KP demounted and thrust his cock in Jimmy's direction for it to be cleaned
by the expert cocksucker while Cook lay they in awe at what he had just
been apart of.

Once Freddy and KP felt their cocks were sufficiently clean they withdrew
and started to dress while leaving Jimmy to nurse Cook's arching hard on in
his mouth while tugging on his own meat.  As KP and Freddy left they could
hear the satisfying sigh of Cook as Jimmy was filled with cum once more.

This would not be a one-off...


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