Volleyball with extra stakes

By winning the game of billiards Sarah had avoided a task which would push her even farther down the Camp’s Whore path. She was neither happy nor disappointed by that fact, the sheer excitement of the risk had been enough. While she lay in her bed before falling asleep she came up with a new idea to spice up the stay at the Fort. She almost could not wait to tell her soldiers about it in the morning. The idea itself would be just an expansion of an activity the platoon had been participating in every day - playing volleyball. Instead of singles games with just a beer for the winners they would make a whole tournament with much more attractive prizes. There were thirty six men in the platoon, so just enough to create six teams; they would play a round robin. With three matches each day, every team playing a single match, it would take five days to finish the mini-tournament.

“I’ll act as a referee,” the Captain explained after the morning jog, “I’m sure you won’t doubt my fairness, even though I’ll have my own stakes in the game. After you create teams I’ll place my bet, but I won’t tell you and write it on a piece of paper instead. I’ll put it in an envelope and give it to Mitch for keeping. If my team wins then the main prize will be three beers for each player of the winning team to drink whenever they wish at the canteen. In the evenings of course. One beer for second place. If my bet is incorrect then the winners will get to fuck me one extra time, second place will get a blowjob.”

The idea was met with enthusiasm and rewarded with a loud cheer. Of course Sarah could have simply skipped the whole betting part and offered her body as a reward right away, but the minor gamble increased the excitement.

While the Captain was sunbathing, naked of course, her soldiers were tasked with creating teams. The referee came to the tournament dressed in a skimpy thong bikini and high heeled sandals. Her sight might have been distracting for the players, but if they wanted to get under that bikini they would better focus on the game. Sarah first learnt the composition of the teams, they had played a few games together already, so she knew more or less the skills of each man. Based on that knowledge she silently predicted the winner and wrote it on a piece of paper; if there was any mental cheating involved, it was not conscious. The Captain did not need any more sex than she was getting already, it was the risk of losing that brough the kicks. Mitch of course could be trusted, Sarah was certain that he would not look at her bet to spoil the game. Until the very end the soldiers would remain unaware whether they were playing for beer or for sex.

The volleyball tournament was quite entertaining in itself. The soldiers made bets on games they did not participate in. Those who were not playing at the moment spent as much time looking at the game as on the referee. Sarah spiced up the breaks between sets with a simple but sexy cheerleading routine. The rest of the activities throughout the week remained unchanged.

Ultimately the Captain guessed the winner incorrectly, she was close though, because her team came in second. Both teams were very happy to hear about it. The fellatios were rewarded on the same evening as the final match, so Sarah had to give eleven blowjobs in a row. Eleven, not twelve, because one of the men had already been scheduled for that day. The Captain told him that he could choose when he wanted to be sucked off; somewhat surprisingly he did not ask for it right on the next day. The winners were included in the daily fuckign schedule, one extra man each day. Same deal was made if someone’s date overlapped.