Playing Fields

Playing Fields.

by Daniel Guy.

Steven stood at the edge of the muddy playing field, watching the last
two boys of his cross-country running team complete the final lap of
the football pitch. It was a cold November late afternoon and Steven
was tired after a long day of teaching at the comprehensive school. He
needed to go home and write reports. He looked at his watch. Five p.m.
All he had to do was get these lads back to the changing room, showered
and changed and then he could go home, stopping off at the Chinese on
the way.
'Come on you two. You're last again. I want to go home. Stop messing
about!' He shouted, his breath steaming from his mouth into the cold
air. The lads, Matthew and Luke had stopped running and were now
larking around. Both barely seventeen, they were always the last, and
would not be in the team if it wasn't for the fact that Steve liked
them both. They had been the first to make friends with Steve when he
started teaching at the school at the start of the year. They were
different to the other boys, who were often disinterested in sport or
aggressive and difficult. Matthew and Luke hung around together like
best mates, and seemed to have the gift of enjoying everything they did
and having fun. Often they would wind Steve up, with their questions,
and messing about in the changing rooms after each lesson. But somehow
he could never be strict with them. He liked them too much.
In fact sometimes Steve thought he was a bit obsessed with them.
Perhaps even a little in love. He was twenty five and although
good-looking himself, had never yet been in a serious relationship with
anyone. Matthew and Luke had the bodies of young Gods, smooth, pale and
perfectly formed. Matthew had deep blue eyes and long light brown hair
down to his shoulders, whilst Luke's eyes were deep brown and his hair
was short, brilliantly black and curly.
There were times when Steve would find it hard to turn his gaze away
from them when they were undressing with the other boys, or throwing
soaked football shirts at each other in the shower. He didn't choose to
ask himself why. He knew he had to be careful not to let anyone
catching him staring.

Matthew and Luke finally trotted up to Steve. He looked down at the
stopwatch hanging around his neck and pretended to be stern.
'Sixty eight minutes thirty three seconds. Pathetic. The last two
finished twenty minutes ago.'
The two lads were never going to take it seriously. They laughed and
pretended so be sorry, and then in an instant wanted to talk to Steve
about things which had nothing to do with cross country running. Steve
didn't really mind and together they chatted and walked along the path
and back to the school. By the time they had reached the dressing room,
most of the other boys had showered and dressed, and were leaving to
catch their bus home. Steve opened up his office door and before going
in, turned to Matthew who was giggling with Luke about something in the
far corner of the dressing room, and said
'Come on you two. Hurry up and get showered and changed. Don't keep me
here for an hour like you did last week.'
They turned and grinned. Then Luke said,
'No Mr Wainwright. Sorry. We're getting undressed now. No
problem.'
Steve went into his office. He heard Matthew call out,
'Sir - are you having a shower?'
Steve smiled to himself. They often tried to wind him up with things
like this. He walked back out of the office and saw they were sitting
side by side beneath the rows of hooks on the wall, smiling as
ever.
'No. Hurry up and get in that shower, get dressed and go home.'
'O.K. Sir.' and with that they both began to undress. Steve studied
them as they stripped off their muddy shirts and pulled off their
trainers. Steve watched for as long as he dared, before turning and
going back into his office. He sat at his messy desk and occupied
himself filing memmos and studying his timetable for tomorrow and
working out in his mind what he would teach. He could hear Matthew and
Luke in the background, laughing and playing around in the shower,
their young male voices resonating harshly against the bare windowless
concrete walls of the changing room. Then suddenly there was silence.
Silence but for the sound of water gushing from the hot showers round
the corner. Steve tutted to himself. They're playing some daft trick
again. He knew he would have to go out there and hurry them along. A
minute passed where he didn't hear their voices. Perhaps they had
finished, dressed and gone home. Normally they would step into the
office and say goodbye, or usually chat with him for half an
hour.
Finally Steve had go and check. He walked out of his office and round
the corner to the shower area. The white room was a thick mist of steam
from the hot showers. The lads were not there. Steve walked out and
round to the other partitioned section of the dressing room. They were
in the far corner, naked. Matthew was sitting on the wooden bench which
lined the room, looking st his watch. At his feet was Luke, tied up
with thick black tape, lying on the floor struggling.
They didn't notice Steve for a moment. The sound of the shower had
hidden his approaching footsteps. He stared incredulous at the sight.
These two were always fooling around, but this was the limit.
'What the hell is going on!'
Matthew turned. But he wasn't frightened by the sudden shout. Neither
of them seemed ever to be afraid of anyone.
Luke continued to struggle, but now perhaps a little
self-consciously.
Matthew spoke first.
'It's a game, sir. He says he can get free in under a minute. I'm
timing him. Two minutes and thirty three seconds so far.'
Steve walked towards them, studying Luke on the floor, his hands bound
tight behind his back, his ankles also bound. He was lying face down,
but Steve saw that Matthew had stuck a large piece of tape over Luke's
mouth. Steve suddenly felt more aroused than he had ever felt before in
his life. His mouth went dry. His head began to spin. He suddenly was
aware of his erection.
He had to act. He had to take charge. He mumbled,
'Well..Stop it. This is ridiculous. Stop it. Untie him, do you
hear!'
'Come on sir... It's just a game. Luke got the idea when he read this
book on Houdini. Do you know about him, sir?'
'I don't care, Matthew. Do you hear? I'm not having it. It's....'
- 'What?' cut in Matthew, 'It's just a game sir.'
'Listen - just untie Luke and go home, both of you. At once.'
Steve realised at once what he had said and knew Matthew would not it
pass.
Matthew began to giggle. Luke turned onto his front and sat up, facing
Steve. He too began to giggle through his gag.
Matthew finally said,
'Hadn't we better get dressed first, sir?'
Steve had to smile.
'Just untie him. You know what I mean. Get dressed. Go home.'
Matthew got up and pulled the tape away from Luke's mouth. Then he
stepped round to the back of Luke and knelt down to untie Luke's
wrists. Luke sat up motionless, staring at the bulge in Steve's
trousers.
Steve knew what Luke was looking at, and Steve wanted to look at Luke's
cock but didn't dare.
Finally Luke's eyes looked up at Steve's.
'I love being tied up, sir. Have you ever tried it?'
Steve couldn't speak. He was standing frozen, staring at Luke, knowing
that if he spoke, his voice would tremble enough to give the game away.
Luke continued to speak.
'I hope you didn't mind us using your tape, sir. It was on your desk.
Matthew went into your office this afternoon and nicked it.'
Matthew chipped in.
'I was going to give it back. It's just that Luke wanted to bet me that
he could be tied up with anything and he'd still get free in under a
minute. I knew he couldn't if I used tape.'
He looked back down at Luke's wrists and said,
'Oh fuck. Sorry sir. But I can't get this tape off from round his
wrists. I wound too much on and it's now all knotted up.'
Again Steve could not begin a sentence. Luke seemed to have him in a
trance. Without losing eye contact with his P.E. teacher, he
said,
'Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be wrapped up in cling
film, sir?'
Steve remained steady but inside he reeled with horror. This was not
possible. It was like his worst nightmare and greatest fantasy being
deliberately contrived for him, by a boy who seemed to know far too
much about all that for his age.
Steve had to answer but could summon up nothing to save him.
'I....I....I..er...'
Matthew stopped trying to unwind the tape round Luke's wrists and
said,
'You've got some cling film, sir. Haven't you. In your office. We
noticed it in the back, behind a pile of old hockey sticks and
cardboard boxes.'
Luke pretended not to know this.
'Have you? Have you, sir?'
It was like a game they were playing. Steve was the pig in the middle.
He was caught by them, trapped like a fly in a web. Steve stood staring
at them, knowing that he was gradually giving in to arousal.
Matthew stared grinning up at Steve and said,
'Yes. It's one of those huge rolls they have in the canteen. It's been
in your office for ages. What's it doing in your office? What do you
need it for?'
Steve was feeling torn. He had given up hope of trying to regain his
status as a teacher. But he had to answer their questions in the hope
it might make his behavior seem normal.
'Erm.. look. I don't know. It was....er. there when I
arrived....'
'Great! So no one wants it! Can we have it, sir? We'll tidy out your
office one lunchtime and in return you give us the roll of
cling-film.'
Steve's face broke into a nervous smile.
'But what do you want to do with it?'
Matthew got in first.
'Luke wants to be wrapped up in it. He's weird. But we all know
that.'
'Come on sir. Let us have the cling film. We won't tell anyone you gave
it to us. Honest we won't, sir.'
'We'll just be twenty minutes. Come on sir.'
'Come on, sir. We know you like us.'
'Yeah, be a good bloke. You can watch if you want.'
Steve stared very nervously at Matthew's grin. He watched Matthew
slowly get up and walk towards him. This naked young Greek God got very
close before he said,
'I'll get it. Shall I?'
All Steve had to do was hold out his arm to stop Matthew walking past
to get the cling film roll. But he didn't. He let the boy pass. Luke
spoke softly.
'Thanks sir. You're a good man. I've always wanted to do this.'
Within seconds Matthew had found the roll of cling film and was
carrying it back past Steve. He had known exactly where it was. Matthew
put the roll on the floor beside Luke and then crouched down.
'Sir. Do you mind giving me a hand getting Luke up. I want to sit him
up on the bench so I can start with his feet.'
Both lads looked over to Steve, waiting for his response. Steve
considered his options.
He could start shouting. Throw them out. Be angry. Stop the situation
from going any further. Or let them carry on. If he let them carry on,
he could go back into his office and pretend that it wasn't happening.
Or he could stay.
Stay and watch.
He knew he had to watch.
Matthew waited for a couple of seconds and then bent down to grip Luke
under the armpits in order to lift him onto the bench. Luke yelped
light-heartedly as he was hauled up.
'Ooo! Your hands are cold. You bastard.'
Once on the bench, Luke lifted his bound feet six inches off the ground
as Matthew began to wrap the shiny transparent plastic film around his
feet. Steve was transfixed. Matthew wound the cling film round and
round until Luke's feet were tightly bound and shimmering. Then he
moved slowly up Luke's leg winding the plastic round tight. Luke stood
up so that Matthew could continue winding the plastic film up Luke's
smooth slender legs.
'Jesus! It feels amazing!' exclaimed Luke, looking up to the ceiling
and half-closing his eyes, as if he had tasted something exquisite for
the first time. Yet for Steve this scene taking place before him was
the realisation of a thousand misted, half-formed fantasies. Is it
possible that these boys could be so innocent as they appear?
Steve watched this strange embalming scene with that all too familiar
and potent blend of terror and delight. Matthew had strapped Luke's
cock flat against his belly and was winding the cling film ever
upwards, round Luke's arms and pinning his hands tight against his
arse. Steve's heart beat faster. Without understanding why, Steve knew
that he wanted the cling-film. He wanted to be the person to wrap the
lad up. He had to sit down. He couldn't take his eyes off the action
for a second, so he stepped slowly to one side until his leg felt the
bench and he could sit. He wanted to hold his cock. He daren't. He
watched. Matthew had wrapped Luke up to his neck in many layers of
shiny clear cling film, so that Luke's fleshy pale skin now looked
white and glistening. Matthew asked Luke,
'Shall I do your head?'
Steve had to do something.
'No!'
Luke turned and smiled gently over to Steve.
'It's O.K. sir. I can just pop it.' He turned and looked straight ahead
of him as Matthew climbed onto the bench behind him and began to wrap
the cling film around Luke's head. He wrapped two layers tight around
Luke's head until it was a shiny ball. His face was now beautifully
deformed, his beautiful features smudged and flattened by the shiny
plastic film. Matthew separated the roll from the plastic around Luke's
head. He climbed off and stood back to study his efforts.
Luke wobbled and wavered a little. The plastic expanded a little around
his head like a balloon trying to inflate, and then sank back down.
Steve was terrified again. He stood up. He heard himself repeat,
'No...'
Matthew held his hand up as if to say to his P.E. teacher 'It's O.K.
Watch.'
Steve took a step forward and stopped. He was two metres away from this
boy, standing still, completely enwrapped in shiny clear plastic, like
a raw meat sausage. They watched Luke's face. They watched him open his
mouth wide and suck hard until the plastic film which covered his mouth
was pulled in like a tight drumskin until finally it popped.
Matthew lowered his arm.
'What's it like in there, Luke?'
Luke's voice was muffled as he spoke softly through the tiny
hole.
'Mmmm. It feels really amazing. You gotta try it.'
Matthew turned slowly to Steve and grinned.
'Will you do it to me, sir? Go on. Could you wrap me up? Please. Wrap
me up just like him and then you can time us. See which one of us gets
out first.'

Again Steve knew that if he did nothing, or said nothing he would
appear to be giving in to their demands, and every ounce of common
sense and sanity was telling him that he should stop this now and that
he'd been a fool to let them go this far. But the scene that these boys
were acting out in front of him had captured him so completely that it
would seem wrong to end it. And pointless too perhaps. Another voice
was telling him that he was now it too deep already. No point in going
back.
Matthew probably didn't need to do what he did next. But he did to be
sure. He picked up the roll of black tape and walked slowly towards
Steve. He stood close in front of Steve, his smooth pale naked body
only inches away. He peeled off a strip of black tape and held it in
his fingers.
'Go on, sir. Just for a laugh. I bet you a fiver I'll get out
first.'
With that he closed his lips tight, pressed the strip of tape across
his mouth, pushed the roll of tape into Steve's hand, turned ninety
degrees and crossed his wrists together behind his back.
There was nothing left to stop him. Steve fumbled for the edge of the
roll.

Before they began, Steve and Matthew lowered Luke's stiff shiny body
gently onto the tiled floor, in case he lost his balance and fell
heavily. Then Steve got to work. He used the tape to tie Matthew in
exactly the same way as Luke had been tied. He sat Matthew back on the
bench and began to wrap Matthew's feet. He wound the cling film around
the boy's legs, shaking a little as he pulled tight on the roll, his
breath quivering a little as he worked. Matthew chatted
innocently.
'Ooo, you're right. Feels good. You should try it, sir.... Are you O.K.
down there, Luke?
'Fine. Good. Really good.'
'Don't start trying to escape yet.'
Steve wrapped the cling film tight over Matthews cock, and round his
arse, pulling the plastic film as tight as he could as he went. He took
time to wrap the shoulders well, and then moved up to the boy's neck.
He paused for a second before Matthew stepped in.
'It's O.K. Give me three layers around my head. I can pop three.
Easy.'
Steve began to wrap the lad's head, pulling the plastic film tight over
his face, pushing his nose sideways into his face. He held Matthew's
head firm with one hand whilst rolling the three layers of cling film
round and round with the other.
When he had finished he pulled the roll free and dropped it to the
floor. He moved close to Matthew's head and watched him trying to
breathe out the air in his lungs. The plastic crackled softly and
filled out. Then he tried to suck in all the air he could, and Steve
saw the plastic contract and stick tight against the boy's cheeks and
mouth. Steve could not resist the temptation to reach out and touch the
boy's face, and feel the warm silky plastic skin against his
fingertips.
He moved his touch downwards, running his palms gently down Matthew's
chin, around his neck, down his firm warm plastic coated chest. Steve
closed his eyes for to him it felt exquisite. He looked through the
plastic into Matthew's eyes. He had not yet managed to pop the
plastic.
'You all right, Matthew?' asked Steve, suddenly nervous once
again.
Matthew nodded his smooth shiny head forward. He sucked in. Steve
watched the plastic go concave over the lad's mouth and then - pop. He
had air again. Steve smiled and then gently took Matthew's weight and
lowered him to the ground beside Luke.

He stepped back from the two mummified lads lying for the moment quite
still on the floor, side by side in front of him. He let out a silent
gasp of ecstatic pleasure and delight at this most perfect of
sights.
Then he looked down at his stopwatch and said,
'Ready......Three...Two...One...Go'
With that the boys began to wriggle.
Slowly they began to break out from their shiny cocoons, writhing and
twisting about on the floor like huge insects. Slowly they managed to
poke their hands through the plastic layers, and bit by bit enlarge the
holes until their arms squeezed out like tentacles. Matthew was the
first to be able to reach for the cling film wrapped tight around his
head and he tore the plastic off with one huge effort, moaning with a
gasp of pleasure as his head emerged from it's tight plastic mask. The
two boys continued to struggle, both emerging slowly from their shiny
packages, their smooth skins red and shiny with sweat. It was almost as
if they were being born again. Matthew won the competition, finally
standing up and stepping out from the mass of torn plastic wrap lying
at his feet. Luke took ten more seconds before he was free.
They both sat beside each other on the bench, breathing heavily.
'Fucking hell....' mumbled Luke as he leant back and looked up at the
ceiling, wiping the sweat from his face.
'That was amazing....'
Matthew agreed and then looked over to Steve, who was sitting on the
bench opposite.
'Did you like that, sir? Can we do it again next week?'
Steve stood up. His voice trembled softly.
'We'll see. Just pack all this away now, please lads. Take a quick
shower and go home.'
With that he turned and walked back into his office, locking the door
behind him.

Daniel Guy.