Becoming a Model Patient

CHAPTER 13 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY FOOTBALL TOURNAMENT

In no time at all I was back on campus having an early morning cup of coffee and bacon roll with the guys in the canteen, discussing last night's events and laughing at some of the guests' antics with our states of undress. Then it was over to the gym to meet up with Dave and find out what would be involved with the charity football match that would be starting shortly. Dave said that it was going to be a knock out match starting with eight teams, the winning four teams go into the next round, before the final round with the remaining two teams playing for the cup and top prize. The football teams would be made up of volunteers from the sports therapy division and we would be taking part as goal keepers. The games would be held out on the playing fields watched by the rest of the university, the art college and paying members of the public. What the footballers didn't know yet was that as an incentive to play well whenever a goal was conceded the team would lose an item of clothing. If they wished to avoid playing naked they couldn't afford to concede many goals as all they would be wearing was a T-shirt, shorts and a jock-strap (socks and boots were excluded as they would be used to identify the them along with safety reasons). I grinned to myself remembering how macho some of the guys acted, it would be amusing to see how they handled having to strip in a very public situation.

Having received our instructions we changed into our goalies outfits and made our way over to the playing fields. If we had thought the previous night had been busy, we were in for a shock, there were hundreds of people milling around finding their places along the touch line jostling for best position. At either end of the pitch and at the half-way position were twelve foot towers housing the camera crews and loudspeakers. The commentator was on the ground meeting and greeting dignitaries before welcoming the two teams onto the pitch and explaining the rules of the game to them and the spectators. Each game would last half an hour, fifteen minutes each way (there was only one football pitch and the tournament would take too long, as it was it would last over fours from beginning to end) and just as Dave had told us, the side conceding goals would lose an item of clothing for each goal scored. At this last bit of news the footballers looked panicked and trapped, of course they couldn't back out without massively losing face and bringing disgrace to their division and the university. In contrast the spectators cheered and whistled. After a minute or two they regained their composure, clearly deciding that there was no choice but to go ahead but from the expression on their faces they had no intention of losing or conceding goals!

The referee (Dave) shook hands with the team captains and the game started in earnest. From where I was standing (on the touchline with my team) I could see Marc and Oliver in opposing goals doing their best to make sure they saved any balls coming their way, the game was highly energised and very intense. I think the organisers had got it absolutely right, the spectators were loving every moment of the game, even though a goal hadn't yet been scored yet. Then in the second half of the match as the guys were beginning to tire, mistakes were beginning to be made and before long the first goal was scored to the spectators delight. Oliver's team were the first to lose their shirts, throwing them into the crowd before continuing with the game. The final whistle was blown and the first match was over with Marc's team winning 1-0, then after a five minute break the next match started with Ethan and myself being in goal. As I took up my position in goal I didn't realise how nerve wracking it would be, I kept praying that the ball would stay in the other half. Of course my prayers weren't answered and before long I had to stop an incoming ball, thankfully I succeeded and did again a further two times. Unfortunately for Ethan the same couldn't be said. In the first half of the match his team had lost their shirts, then in the second half they lost their shorts too. The game ended with my team winning 2-0, I was so relieved to walk off the pitch with my kit intact. Tang and Glen were on next, unfortunately for Tang's team he was a little on the short side and Glen's team quickly learnt to shoot their balls high into the net. In the first half they lost their shirt and shorts, then at the beginning of the second half they lost their jock-straps too. The crowd went wild clapping and cheering as the blushing guys dropped their jocks and threw them into the crowd. Of course their humiliation wasn't over because they had to play on for the rest of the game naked under the watchful eyes of the excited crowd.

I felt sorry for Tang because his team weren't good losers and ignored him as they left the pitch at the end of the game. I made sure that I was there to meet him as he came off and gave him a towel to cover his modesty and a hug assuring him he'd done his best and that the other guys were just jerks. Clearly upset he did his best to smile and evening managed to grin when I pointed out that his team mates were having to make their way back to the changing rooms across campus in just their socks and boots. We could just about make them out, walking briskly with as much pride as they could muster with a camera guy in tow and a large group of girls trying their best to grab a bit of flesh while they had the opportunity. The final game of the first round had two goalies who were in the University's football team, I hadn't seen them before but they were very good and the game went into extra time until finally a goal was scored and we had a winner.

After a short interval we started the second round of matches, Marc and I were opposing goalies and the wicked side of me hoped that the spectators would get to see parts of him that I had recently got very intimately acquainted with. I reckon he must have been thinking along similar lines because he gave me a high five before running down to his goal. Being the semi-finals the game was fought even harder and to my shame I let in a goal and as I threw my shirt into the crowd I saw Marc laughing and waving from the other end of the pitch. His joy was short-lived because before the end of the first half he'd lost both his shirt and shorts and looking well fit in just his jocks.

At half time as we swapped ends I whispered in his ear how hot he looked and I couldn't wait to see him naked.

"In your dreams!" he laughed, "You'll just have to wait until the weekend."

Mmmm, yessssssssss please! I thought. Oh, he was a smooth operator and this I suspect was a deliberate attempt to sabotage my game because I found it very hard to concentrate through the rest of the game and it wasn't long before I let in another goal. I was fuming with myself as I pulled my shorts down, stepped out of them and threw them into the laughing crowd. I did my best to ignore my teammates glares and Marc's loud laughter. Then within five minutes another ball slipped into the net, it wasn't my fault, I'd dived to save the ball and caught it only to have bounce it out of my hands and a quick acting opponent tapped it in.

Oh shit, I thought I know what's coming next. Yep, the referee confirmed it was a goal so off the jocks had to come. Mouthing sorry to my team mates I grasped my jockstrap's waistband and with as much dignity as possible I removed them and lobbed them into the cheering crowd. In response I did a little war dance which sent my cock dancing and sent a message out to the other guys that there was nothing to fear. The message seemed to get through because my other team mates plucked up the courage to remove their jocks too and within thirty seconds they were naked too and we all did a war dance which the crowd lapped up. This boost to our morale had the desired effect and within minutes we'd scored our third goal, and our glee was evident to all. As the opposing team dropped their jocks we catcalled them promised to whip their arses into submission. Marc flipped me a finger and I saluted him in response. The crowd loved it egging us on, now it was 3-3 we had to continue to play until a goal was scored. This spurred us on further, the game became aggressive but oh what a spectacle it must have been! The sight of twelve naked, hot and sweaty guys running around doing their best to outsmart the opponents was fucking horny (at least from my perspective), finally my team managed to land the goal they'd fought so hard for and I felt someway appeased for the goals that I'd inadvertently let in. The atmosphere after this match was different to the previous games, there was more comradeship and the crowd was far more vocal and participative. It was hard to tell who the winners and the losers were as we were all intermingled giving group hugs and cheering to the crowd as we left the pitch.

Dave came over and handed out bottles of water along with fresh kits for our match in the final. I wasn't sure what was more refreshing, the long cool drink or getting clothes on! I think on reflection the drink was, I've become so accustomed to stripping that it seems second nature to be nude in front of clothed people. While this was going on the other semi-final was being played, poor Glen, his team didn't stand a chance, the other team was so formidable and professional that Glen and his team were naked within the first twenty minutes and by the end of the second half Glen's team had lost 4-0, at least my team had put up a good fight and came through victorious. Soon enough it was time for the cup final, the commentator was winding the spectators to fever pitch heightening the pressure on the two teams to produce a humdinger of a game. The atmosphere was electric at kick off and the crowds were shouting all the time until the first goal scored, off came my shirt then my shorts. Oh god I moaned this is going to be a re-run of Glen's game. However by the end of the first half our opponents too had lost their shirts and shorts. At the half-time interval we had a rousing team building coaching session and as the second half started we pressed home our advantage and soon scored another goal meaning that our opponents lost their jocks and were now playing naked for the first time for them and they were clearly weren't comfortable with the fact. Our joy was short lived because they seemed to find their second wind and soon got round our defences (and me) to score a third goal meaning our jocks had to come off too. Time was running out fast and the game got very scrappy, thankfully in the dying minutes we managed to get another goal making the score 4-3 and then the whistle blew. Dave declared us the winning team and beckoned us over (along with the losing team) to the commentators stand. Peter appeared from nowhere along with Brenda and the camera crew, we were shepherded over to the kickoff spot on the pitch for the presentation of the University Cup and prizes (an envelope would be waiting for each of us back in the changing rooms). Once the presentation was over and the camera crew were satisfied that enough film footage and photographs had been taken, group photos were taken. We were then told to do a lap of honour around the football pitch, it was intended to be done at a jogging pace but so many people wanted to shake hands and congratulate us on such a spectacular game that it quickly slowed to a walk and then down to a crawl. In the end it took over an hour to do the full circuit, my arms ached from so many handshakes and my jaws were stiff from so much smiling. Finally we were able to drag ourselves away and managed to slope off to the changing rooms for a well deserved shower and rest. Once we were showered and dressed Dave came in and gave us the promised envelopes. Inside were two tickets, the first was an invitation to appear as VIP guest stars at a mystery event on Thursday evening, we were to dress smartly and report to the staff room at 7pm. The second was an invitation for two people to join the summer camp trip free of charge (details to be sent out later by post). We thanked Dave and all agreed it was a very generous prize considering it was for a charity event, the guys thought participating and winning would be reward enough. My team mates had recharged their batteries and were ready to go on a drinking binge to celebrate but all I was ready for was my bed, so I bowed out gracefully, thanked them for playing so well and for putting up with an amateur like me! Giving me hearty slaps on the shoulder, they laughed, called me an old timer and said I hadn't played too bad either -- I was a real pro when it came to taking my kit off! Chortling, I nodded my appreciation and exited on a good note.

When I got home there was a message on my voicemail from Marc congratulating me on being in the winning team, playing a blinding game and how horny I looked on the field in just my socks and boots. Seeing my body in action had got him so turned on he wanted to come over tonight and put me through my paces all over again. Oh no, I groaned, I simply didn't have the energy for some rough and tumble between the sheets especially when I had a fun run in the morning! However the idea of putting him off to another night didn't exactly appeal to me either. I called Marc back and said that he was more than welcome to come over but I didn't think that I would be much use in bed as I was so knackered. Laughing in response he said that he had just the thing to lift my energy levels and would be over in half an hour, before hanging up he told me to have had a hot shower and have some clean towels available. Intrigued I did as I was told, enjoying my second shower of the day, afterwards I simply put a pair of jogging bottoms on and laid out several folded up towels on the dining room table, not being sure what Marc had in mind. Shortly there was a knock on the door, letting Marc in with a smile he gave me a big bear hug and surprisingly a kiss on the cheek. Not being sure what to make of this gesture, I said nothing but simply returned it. Leading him into the kitchen I asked him if he'd like a drink of anything, orange juice please was his reply, he needed a clear head for what lay ahead. I looked at him questioningly but he merely smiled and took the offered glass of juice. Pouring one for myself I followed him upstairs, leading the way he picked up the towels along with the bag he'd brought with him. In the bedroom he spread out two of the largest towels and instructed me to remove my bottoms and to lie face down on the towels. I lay there watching him retrieve a couple of bottles of massage oil from his bag before he climbed onto the bed, oiled his hands up and began to give me a firm but sensual massage. Starting with my arms and shoulders, he moved down my back before turning his attention to my feet and legs. I was in heaven! The firm warming massage was so relaxing it was semi-hypnotic, I was virtually in a trance as he moved up between my outspread legs kneading my thighs and then my buttocks. I heard a chuckle behind me and realised that I'd been gently thrusting my pelvis in response to his administrations. I just didn't care, it was so enjoyable! I felt a hand reach under me and gently take hold of my balls and semi erect cock, pulling them toward him until they lay exposed nestled between my thighs. He lovingly oiled them until I sported a throbbing hard on before returning his attention to my buttocks. He paused briefly to drizzle a little oil between my cheeks, then very gently started to massage my anal ring. I was moaning from the sensations coursing through my body, before long I felt Marc's fingers slide easily into me, first one, then two, three and finally four of them. Uh oh I thought I'm about to get fisted once more, but to my surprise the fingers were withdrawn and I felt his cock slide up me in one smooth motion. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder, smiling broadly to let him know everything was fine. Throwing me a wink he started to fuck me, slowly to start with speeding up until he was pistoning in and out with such force that I had to grip the bed to stop myself being pushed off the end. I was in heaven! Before long Marc's body started to spasm and with one last thrust he shot his load deep inside me before collapsing onto me. Recovering his breath, he asked me if I was okay, I simply nodded, good was his reply. Lifting off me he withdrew his softening cock, I went to move too, but his hand held me firmly in place so I relaxed back onto the bed. As his cockhead exited Marc's fingers took its place, this time four fingers disappeared inside me with no trouble and before I knew it his fist made its way into my rectum meeting little resistance. Slowly but firmly the fist pushed further up inside, past the second ring until his elbow rested between my cheeks. Again he asked if I was okay, I grunted and nodded that I was. This time he didn't reply but started to fist my hole in the same way as he'd fucked me, my anus was getting so loose that I barely felt his fist. Removing his fist from me he told me to move over to one side of the bed, to lie on my back and bring my knees up. While I did so Marc mirrored my actions, but facing the opposite direction so that his feet were near my head and vice versa. His anus was within easy reach now and as he passed me a bottle of lube I understood his intentions. As I was already well stretched his hand and arm simply slid up inside me again with ease, meanwhile I took my time slowly warming his hole up, inserting one finger in at time until with a grunt he swallowed my hand. Onto the next ring and I repeated the process again until my forearm too was buried up to the hilt, synchronising our pistoning we rapidly reignited the fire in our cocks and before long we had both orgasmed without even touching our cocks, sending jets of jism over our stomachs and chests. Laughing and panting in equal measure we slowly withdrew our hands, grabbing a towel each we wiped ourselves clean before heading to the bathroom for a well deserved shower.

This time I didn't ask Marc if he would be staying overnight, I decided he'd let me know when he was good and ready. I guessed right because he came downstairs fully dressed, bags packed saying he needed to get home as both his lads would be back by now. Sure I said, giving him a sleepy smile and a quick hug. As it wasn't too late he decided to take a brisk walk home, leaving me to clear up the bedroom before going to bed to sleep.

CHAPTER 14 -- WEEK SEVEN -- CHARITY FUN RUN

Wednesday morning came round very quickly, the sun was shining and it felt good to be alive! I had a job I simply adored and a man in my life (well sort of) that I could so easily fall in love with (no, he's simply a fuck buddy -- remember that!).

Walking to the University my body ached a little from all the exercise it had done the previous day, never mind I had a charity fun run to complete so no good letting a little tiredness get in the way. I wondered what lay in store, neither of the previous events had been quite like anything I had imagined them to be. Arriving at the gym I was met by Brenda and Peter along with Dave, Callum, Glen, Oliver, Ethan, Tang and Marc. Brenda and Peter took it in turns to explain today's events. This morning would be dominated by the under 12's and under 18's fun runs, then this afternoon would be the adults fun run, in which we would be running. All three events would be televised so it was to be best behaviour all round. For us the morning would be concerned with trying on our costumes along with photo shoots for the College's and University's portfolio. We were told to make our way over to the College and meet the fashion crew who were responsible for designing the costumes. Marianne greeted us at main reception and led us to the Design Centre, where some familiar faces were waiting for us along with the media guys and eight costumes. Marianne explained that this year's theme was mythology and our costume designs would feature gods, monsters and heroes. The costumes were basically all in one jump suits, made of the sheerest silk which had then painted by the students. I had a distinct feeling that like last time I would end up feeling more naked in the costume than if I actually was. I was handed my costume, it felt incredibly light, it was gold in colour and I was told I was going to be Apollo the sun god (hence the colour). At the same time the other guys were handed their costumes, we all had bemused looks on our faces, while the designs were incredible how were we going to get into them?