Team Building.

Having been randomly assigned their teams by lots, the two groups of men mingled about on their respective sides of the gigantic chess board that was behind the Lodge. "As I said, fellas," Harry said, looking to both teams from the middle of the board, "we're just gonna play a couple games of chess today. If you know the rules, it's the same rules. But there's only one change to it. The whole team has to agree on the move. And when you make the move, you have to commit to it. No takebacksies, no 'I haven't let go of the piece yet so I haven't actually finished my turn' stuff. You made the decision, you moved the piece, and you live with the choice you made. Alright?"

Murmurs of agreements rumbled from either side, and Elton noticed that several others were looking intensely focused. But he couldn't tell if it was for the same reason he was intensely focused, or if it was from something else. Hearing no audible protests or questions, Harry clapped his hands together and said, "Okay then. Best of three, and we'll swap sides every round. Good luck gents."

The first few turns were a cacophony of screams, threats, and arguments as both teams fought amongst themselves as to what their move should be, and even more yelling when the most argumentative ones went ahead and moved their piece before gathering any sort of consensus. And whenever they went to move them back, because of that rule violation, Harry was quick to deny them, saying, "Ah-ah-ah! You guys made your move already! Yeah, I know he moved it when you didn't want him to. So now you gotta deal with it! How're you gonna move on from this?" Elton growled in frustration at his teammate's stupidity when there was a loud cheer from the other team, as they took off one of his team's bishops with their pawn.

The rest of the game went from heated debates to deathly silent, as both teams hunkered down and began thinking strategically. Very quickly, they organized themselves, and fed information and suggestions to the members in their team, who would come up with either the smart but defensive, the aggressive but risky, or the least bad move, and let them argue it out. Elton, as the designated piece mover, stalked the board up and down, updating his team on the current state of the game, so that they could tell him what piece to move where, and he could tell them of any risks he could see in the next turn.

Placing the knight and taking the rook as instructed, he trotted back to his team, only to find the three strategists shaking their heads over the makeshift chessboard they had scratched out in the dirt. "I don't think we can get this one guys," the defensive player said, moving the small rocks around, "because if they move their bishop there, we have to take it with our pawn. That leaves our king exposed, and they'll have checkmate in two."

"Not if we block it with our last rook," the aggressive player countered, moving his rock around. "We move it here, they have to take it, and that gives us a hole here, to threaten their knight with our pawn."

"What would that accomplish?" the conservative player asked. "I'm not arguing against it. It's not a bad move, but where do we go after that?" The other two frowned deeply, and he rubbed his chin in thought. "I also think we're not going to win this... but do you guys want to drag this out as long as we can? Just to burn them out a bit? Check very quickly for me, have they moved yet?" Poking his head up from the huddle, Elton popped back down and shook his head. "Right. Now if instead of moving the bishop, they move this pawn here, which is the way I think it'll go, I can get us... five, six turns? At most?" The other two crossed their arms and furrowed their brows, pondering upon it intensely, before both nodding, and he turned to the rest of the team. "Thoughts? Opinions?"

A couple of them suggested that they quit stalling and **** a loss, so that they could get a fair start in the next game instead of playing at a disadvantage, but the majority of them thought that it if it came up, it might be a better idea for the conservative player to play this game out, so that the other two could start strategizing for the next. "Okay then," he said, with a sense of finality. "Now it just depends on whether they move the bishop or the pawn. Go have a look."

Elton nodded, and he saw the other team's piece mover retreat. Giving the board a once over, he cried back to his team. "They moved their knight!"

"The knight!?" his strategists cried, before dropping their heads together over their board, trying to see how they all missed it, and if they could possibly snatch at least a stalemate from this.

The next two games were absolutely brutal. With minimal arguing and much discussion, Elton's team managed to win the second game, but with fried brains and diminishing sunlight, they were destroyed in the last. And though they were all disappointed, the risky player seemed to take it the hardest, but he seemed to bear it well by arranging his team in a line so that they could shake hands with the opposing team.

Standing up from his seat, Harry gave them all a standing round of applause. "That was some good chess playing, fellas. Real good games of chess out there." Checking his watch, he whistled lowly. "And good timing too! We're done for the day! There's about an hour of daylight left, guys. Take a walk, read a book, breathe in the forest. Just remember to be at chow hall when the bell rings, or you don't get grub." With a grand gesture of a military style salute, he dismissed them all.

Elton wondered what exactly he was trying to teach them by turning a two-player game into a team game, but even so, he got to know a few of his fellows here a little better, and appreciated even more the opportunity to not have to use his body too much. He wanted as much energy as he could spare when Belle came over later. Speaking of, he reached up and sniffed at his armpit. The pong made him cough and his eyes water, and he just remembered that his cabin was still in a state from when he was trying to find the map. Letting out a defeated sigh, he headed right back towards his cabin to start tidying up, the only perk in his step was the hope that he would find that condom she had left him, and the promise that it held.

However, even after putting right every piece of furniture and pillow, he couldn't find it. Picking miserably at his dinner, he could only hope and pray that she would understand that it wasn't his fault that it had gone missing, and that it wouldn't influence her decision too much. He let out a low sigh and resigned himself to the possibility that his first and only time having sex was an embarrassingly short encounter that he couldn't even remember vividly. Still, he would be freshly bathed for her anyway, on the probably impossible chance that she would.

It was maybe half an hour 'til lights out when there was a knock at his door. Letting out yet another depressed sigh, he rolled out of bed and opened it. On the other side of it, Belle stood with a clipboard in her hand. "Evening camper! I'm here to inspect your cabin," she said, in a chipper tune. Blowing out his cheeks, he stepped aside and let her enter, without closing the door. Why bother? She had no reason to hang around here anyway.

Walking around the cabin, Belle thoroughly checked through the general cleanliness of it, scribbling onto her clipboard whatever comments needed scribbling, before heading back to him. "Well camper, I see everything is in order, except for your bunk," she started, casually reaching over, closing the door, and locking it. "I'm going to need you to step over there and explain some things to me." Elton drew breath to explain that it wouldn't be necessary, but she just frowned, shook her head, and motioned over with it. Dropping his shoulders, he slumped over to it and sat down heavily on it.

Coming over, Belle plopped down on the bed next to him, and let out her own rehearsed sigh. "Elton, I need to... confess something to you," she said, eyes downcast.

"Yeah... I, I need to tell you something too," he replied glumly, "it's, it's about the condom you gave me. I, uh, I think I lost it. So, if you don't want to do anything with me, I, I totally get it."

Belle pressed her lips together tightly and pat his thigh. "It's about the condom actually," she began, trying to look at him from the corner of her eye. "So remember when I said that I left it here for you?" He nodded slowly. "Yeah..." she continued sheepishly, reaching into her pocket. Pulling out an unopened condom wrapper, she held it up to him. "Kinda turns out I didn't. I thought I did, but I must have forgot to when I left the note. I'm really sorry about this Elton. And for getting on your case about it earlier."

Elton's heart was in his throat. He wanted so much to yell and scream in fury at her, for scolding him about being irresponsible, when it was her fault for not giving it to him in the first place. But he found himself surprisingly calm. He recalled that, instead of turning him away outright because he didn't bring it with him, she found an alternative solution. She also did not blame him for it. She merely acknowledged his mistake and told him not to do it again. And now here she was, admitting her own mistake and apologizing for it.

Taking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly, feeling his shoulders become lighter. "It's okay," he said, turning to face her for the first time. "Like you said, mistakes happen. And I forgive you."

Belle let out her own great breath. Patting his thigh again, she said, "Thank you Elton. That's... that's a relief." Shifting in a little closer, her hand slowly worked it's way up his chest. "Do you think, you'd mind, if I, made it up to you anyway?" Firmly aware that his arm was currently being pressed upon by her chest, he swallowed hard and shook his head, before taking hers in his hand and kissing her again.

In no time at all, he was looking down between his legs as she pulled his shorts and underwear down, his cock pulsing and growing firmer in anticipation. He watched engrossed as she neatly plopped his clothes onto the bed with one hand, while very quickly licking the palms and fingers of the other. Taking hold of him, she gave him a few quick pumps, just to get the blood pumping a little faster, before reaching for the condom. Tearing the wrapper open with her teeth, she very quickly briefed him on the general shape of it, how it was supposed to be put on and taken off, and how to properly dispose of it.

Feeling that a more 'hands-on' approach would be more effective, Belle pinched the tip of it and slowly rolled it onto him. While the disappointment of having to wear one stung, Elton knew that between the options he had, protected sex was infinitely better than not having sex. Having wrapped him up, Belle gave him another couple of strokes, just to test the fit, and seeing that she had guessed his size adequately, she leaned down and very delicately kissed the very tip of his cock.

Tiny tingles of electricity zipped up his spine, as her head moved around constantly, peppering his cock in little kisses. He gripped onto the sheets tightly as he felt her lips slide up and down the side of his shaft. Coming away, she licked them dramatically and purred. "Mm... I can tell that you've bathed. So that makes me wonder..." Straightening up, she put her head right next to his and whispered into his ear, "How good do you taste?"

A shiver ran down his spine and he swallowed a dry throat, as she knelt back down between his legs. She gave him an eager grin, before tilting her head down and extruding her pink tongue out of her mouth. It circled the air around his cockhead, and he could almost feel the warmth of her mouth radiating off it. He was already ready to blow at any moment, but through sheer **** of will, he endured. He refused to cum before she even did anything.

It was thanks to that stubbornness that only a loud groan came out of him when her mouth descended and her lips sealed around his cockhead. White lights danced in front of his eyes, and his breathing was sharp, deep, and deliberate. Looking down, he made note of how Belle's mouth would make a loud popping noise every time she came off of him, how quickly and deeply she tried to take him into it, and how fast her hand would wring and twist around. While he had expected that this was possibly exactly what a porno-style blowjob was like in real life, it was too much. Far too much that it sent him in the other direction.

Cracking an eye open, Belle saw his tightly held lips and deep frown. Suddenly concerned, she popped off of him immediately. "Elton, is everything alright? Are you okay?"

Letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding, he slumped over forwards, bracing himself against his legs. "Ye- yeah...," he panted, wiping some sweat away from his face. "It was just... way, way more intense than I thought... whoa boy..."

Hiding her raised eyebrow by hugging him, Belle cooed gently. "Sorry about that. I tend to get carried away when I get heated like that. Let's just take a minute to cool off a bit." Elton nodded, and hugged her back too. Pulling back a bit, Belle said, "So I guess this means you're a fan of the softer stuff?"

"Um... I, I dunno," he admitted.

"Well, that's fair," she commented, reaching down and giving him slow, gentle strokes, just enough stimulus to maintain his erection. "I mean you will soon enough. After a couple more times, you'll know exactly what you like and don't like. Don't be afraid to tell girls that too. We like it when a guy knows what he likes, and tells us. That way we know how we can make you happy."

Going back down, she started kissing his cock again, making him roll his head back. "That being said however," she continued, "most girls are a bit too shy. They're not going to tell you what they like, so you're going to have to tease it out of them." His head lolled forwards, a look of concern evident on his face. She merely smiled. "Don't worry Elton. That's what I'm here for. To teach you how to how to be a good lover, while Harry teaches you how to be a man."

Elton groaned lowly, feeling her tongue roll and lick the underside of him every time she drew back, before closing tight again when she went forwards. Her hand was used skillfully to both jack his cock, as well as a block, presumably to stop herself from going too deep. "Being honest... I like your lessons more," he moaned, when his eye twitched and his toes flared. "Ho... that's really good. I like that thing you just did... keep doing that..."

What Belle did, was swap positions with her head and hands. Her fingers swirled and massaged his cockhead and glans, while her mouth sucked and kissed his underside, right next to where it met his balls. "Yeah? You like it when I do this to you?" she mewed.

His control slipping further and further away, Elton nodded furiously. "Yeah... Yeah I like it a lot. Oh man, I'm gonna cum. Oh... Belle I'm gonna cum!" **** back his grunts, he felt Belle assist in making his orgasm that little bit better, by holding onto and sucking that same spot, while her thumb and forefinger encircled behind his glans and squeezed snugly, adding on to the pressure he was feeling.

Holding onto him but not adding any more stimulation, Belle let him sit in his post orgasmic glow for a little bit, before snapping her fingers to get his attention. Once she had it, she very deftly and efficiently demonstrated how to take off and tie off the condom to stop anything from spilling out, and for the sake of discretion, to wrap it up in a couple layers of wadded up tissue, before throwing it away into the bin. Coming back from the bathroom, she wiped her face and head down before handing it to him.

Elton immediately did the same, and she plopped onto the bed next him again. Turning her head, she smiled warmly at him. "That was a lot of fun, wasn't it?"

He nodded eagerly, but then sighed. "Seems kind of a waste to have used the only condom for a blowjob though."

Belle barked out a laugh. "I thought you'd say something like that. When you're done with your morning exercises tomorrow, I promise that you'll find a roll of them here. Now, it's your responsibility to have at least one on you. And when you find me, and you don't have it, I'm not going to do anything with you. I already gave you your one pass this morning. Alright?"

He thought about it for a minute. He understood and could get behind her rules, however, it was wholly dependent on whether or not she would actually supply him with the condoms. It would be completely unfair to him if she did not give him the pieces he needed to play the game, and was justified to withhold her part of the deal because of it. Swallowing hard, he extended his hand to her. "Shake on it, that you will actually give me the condoms."

Her smile was wide and honest. Taking his hand, she shook it firmly. "Deal," she stated firmly, before leaning in and kissing him on the cheek. "Okay then. I gotta get moving." Getting up, she found her clipboard and held it to her chest. Unlocking the door, she looked over her shoulder and said, "Good night Elton. I'll see you in the morning," before walking out and closing it behind her.

Turning out the light, and not bothering to put his clothes back on, Elton laid his head down on his pillow, and fell into a peaceful sleep.