Feat of strength!

"Here's what we're gonna do," Lawrence sneers. "You keep your hands on that tree trunk for five minutes while continuing to follow our directions, and we'll leave you alone until lunch."

You consider your predicament. You don't know what Lawrence has in mind, though you're fairly sure he's going to try to get your hands off the tree. Still, the possibility of release from this situation is tempting enough to agree.

"All right," you say.

You feel another sharp smack on your ass, and you're surprised to hear Thomas' voice chime in. "All right, WHAT?"

Wincing with pain--but keeping your hands planted on the bark--you squeak, "All right, Sir."

"Better."

The first minute passes without incident. You can hear Lawrence and Thomas whispering to each other, but you can't make out what they're saying.

As the second ticks by, you begin to grow tired.

By the time you're halfway through the third minute, your arms are begging for release. This is much harder than you anticipated!

And then, to your surprise, you feel a hand on your exposed chest.

Thomas is cupping your breast in his fat hand. You shudder but retain your composure, certain that it would be fruitless to try to turn these perverts in for breaking Patrick's rules.

Then, another hand, this time Lawrence pawing at your other breast.

"Four minutes!" he calls as he and his friend massage your tits. "This is fun, isn't it?"

You close your eyes and hope for it to end. But then you gasp as pain shoots through your boobs. You throw your eyes open to see Lawrence grinning, your nipple clutched between his fingers. Instinctively, you swat his hand away, and though this relieves your pain, it also means you lost the game.

"Oops, you lost!" Thomas gloats. "So, time for a new round."