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19 Take care of the boys' clothes

Cynthia and Maria, along with their four helpers, had their arms full of the boys’ clothes and carried everything over to the laundry room, where Martha was already waiting for them.
“We’re supposed to bring you the boys’ clothes so you can wash them on a hot cycle,” Cynthia called out to her. “And you should soak the shoes in vinegar water, then dry them in the oven at 120 °C,” Maria added.
“Yeah,” Martha grumbled, “Sister Katherina already told me that. But I don’t really have time for that; and I don’t think it’s a good idea to dirty my washing machine and oven with these filthy rags.” Martha looked a bit annoyed.
“But we can’t just give the boys’ clothes back to them. We were hoping they’d fall apart in the wash,” said Maria disappointedly.
At those words, it was clear that the four girls who had helped carrinh the clothes hadn’t even thought of that yet. “What?” asked 14-year-old Lara, “you don’t want to give the clothes back to the boys at all? This camp is getting more exciting by the minute.” “But if Martha doesn’t let us use her washing machine and oven, it won’t work,” Maria replied.
“Don’t make that face,” Martha interjected, “just because the clothes aren’t going in the washing machine and oven doesn’t mean they’ll survive the camp.”
“Leave the shirts and pants here with me. I'll cut them up into rags,” she said mischievously. "It'll be funny when they realize they have to wash the dishes with their cut-up clothes. And we'll just put the shoes in the basement—maybe we'll find a use for them. I’ll just say tomorrow that everything got ruined in the wash.”
“If you want, you can take a few things with you,” Martha offered the girls. They didn’t need to be told twice. Each of the girls grabbed 2–3 pairs of underwear from the laundry pile, especially the older boys’ underwear. Martha took the rest. “I’m going to cut these up into cleaning rags with a pair of large scissors. You should go back to the group now; I think you might miss something otherwise,” she said to the girls, a smile playing on her lips.

Meanwhile, Stefanie and Helena had gone out to the courtyard with their group. They gathered the boys’ backpacks and took them to the common room so they wouldn’t be disturbed. There, they began searching through the backpacks.
Stefanie had given them instructions beforehand: “You heard Sister Katherina. So go through the backpacks. We’re going to make three piles here. Clothes go on the left. We’ll take those to Martha later. Next to that, we’ll collect valuables - wallets, cell phones, jewelry, watches, electronic gadgets, candy, and anything else you think it's valuable. Everything goes in one pile. The boys will know what’s belong to them.
The third pile is for the forbidden stuff: alcohol, cigarettes, and smut, as Sister Katherina said."
The girls got to work and sorted through the items. The three piles grew. There weren’t all that many clothes. Twelve jackets, three sweaters, and one pair each of underwear and socks ended up here. Helena sent Jasmin to Martha with the items.
Among the prohibited items, they had found a knife, four beer bottles, and six bottles of mixed alcoholic drinks. Five vapes were also in the backpacks. They had also discovered two porn magazines and seven packs of condoms.

The pile of valuables was the largest. “Okay, now let’s see how we’re going to divide this up,” said Stefanie. They went through the wallets. They left the bank cards and IDs untouched, but they took most of the cash, leaving a few coins and one or two bills in each wallet. Since the boys had brought a generous amount of spending money for the two weeks, this added up to € 670. They’d also found four gift cards, which they took for themselves as well. Just as they were looking through the rest of the stuff, Jasmin came back and reported, laughing, what Martha was planning to do with the boys’ clothes. “Oh dear, thank goodness we’re girls,” said Sophie, “this camp is turning out to be quite a loss for the boys.”
“Exactly!” said Helena, “and now we'll see what else they lose.”
All the candy ended up among the things the boys would never see again. “We have to leave the cell phones with the valuables; it’ll be obvious if we take them all,” Stefanie said. “We could take one,” Helena replied, “then it’ll look like it was lost.” With that, she took a new iPhone from the pile and slipped it into her pocket.
They hadn’t found any watches or jewelry, so besides the wallets and cell phones, the keys they’d found remained in the pile; they would hand all of that over to Sister Katherina so she could lock it in the safe.
They hid the stolen goods so they could discuss later with Sister Katherina how to divide it up. Finally, they packed the forbidden items into a plastic bag to take them out to the courtyard and stowed the now nearly empty backpacks in a closet in the common room. Then they set off again to participate in the boys’ further treatment.

20 The Boys’ Uniform

When the six girls stepped back out of the common room into the courtyard, everyone was gathered there again: the 18 naked and slightly damp boys, who were still trying to hide their penises. Joshi and Tobi, who had by now gotten used to their nakedness, the 60 female participants and 14 female supervisors, who were revelling in the boys’ humiliation, and of course Sister Katherina. The nun was just announcing that the boys would now receive their clothes. She added that she wanted to turn it into an icebreaker game. The participants had already been divided into 10 groups of six by their colorful scarves. Now, two boys were to be assigned to each group.
The counselors had divided the boys, including Joshi and Tobi, into 10 pairs of roughly equal strength. The clothes for these pairs were packed together in one package. Since they were all standard-sized outfits, everything was the same size—just as big for 12-year-olds Lennard and Mike as for the oldest participant, 17-year-old Christopher, and of course just as big as the clothes Tobi and Joshi had been wearing - sometimes - since yesterday.

Sister Katherina distributed the packages randomly to the girls’ teams so that the boys couldn’t tell which group had received the package with their clothes. The girls distributed the clothes among their team.
Since the package included a shirt, shorts, and a pair of shoes for each boy, every girl received exactly one item of clothing. Fresh clothes were also provided for Joshi and Tobi. There were even shoes for them, but only so that every girl would have something to hold. Since the shoes wouldn’t fit them anyway, they would of course remain barefoot.
“The girls will now spread out across the courtyard,” Sister Katherina explained. “Please make sure you don’t stand together as a team, but that you mix well.” Once the girls had lined up, the rules of the game were explained. The boys were now to go up to each girl individually and first introduce themselves politely. “We have to teach you good manners,” Sister Katherina said, “so stand in front of the girl, place your left hand on your back, give a slight bow, and hold out your right hand for shaking hands. Then you’ll say your name and ask if the girl might have something for you to wear.”
Since this was an icebreaker game, the girl was supposed to shake the boy’s hand, repeat his name, and say her own name. She was then supposed to answer his question with a yes or no, depending on whether she had one of his items of clothing or not. Whether he received something or not, the boy should thank her and say her name. If a girl had given up an item of clothing, she was out of the game.

“Joshi, you go first,” Sister Katherina instructed, “so the others can see how it works. So pick a partner.” Joshi walked over to one of the older girls. It was 17-year-old Ann-Kathrin. He placed his left hand on his back, held out his right hand to her, and bowed slightly. Because of this posture, his penis was naturally visible to everyone, since he didn’t have a free hand to cover it. “Hello, I’m Joshua,” he said, “do you have something for me to wear?”
Ann-Kathrin hesitated, so Sister Katherina called out, “You have to return the greeting now!” Ann-Kathrin, who had always been a bit cheeky and sassy, seized the moment boldly. But she didn’t take Joshuas hand; instead, she grabbed him directly by the genitals and squeezed hard. Joshua recoiled and doubled over in pain; the girls burst out laughing while the boys let out sympathetic yelps.
“Joshi, please don’t break character,” Sister Katherina snapped at him, “stand back in front of Ann-Kathrin immediately. She’s returned your greeting; now you have to wait for her response.” “She squeezed my balls!” Joshua cried out in anger. “She’s a lady; how she chooses to return the greeting is up to her. Now get back to it, or we’ll have to punish you. And you know what options we have. So line up, and then it’s Ann-Kathrin’s turn!”
Joshua stood before Ann-Kathrin again, looking dejected. She said, “Slave Joshi, I am Miss Ann-Kathrin, and I have no clothes for you.” Now it was Joshua’s turn again: “Thank you very much, Ann-Kathrin!” “Weren’t you listening, you stupid boy?” Sister Katherina shouted. “She said Miss Ann-Kathrin! I Think if any of you boys makes a mistake again, he’ll have a piece of clothing taken away for today. So let’s continue—Tobi, now it’s your turn.

The game had changed completely: The other girls followed Ann-Kathrin’s example. The boys were consistently referred to as slaves, and the girls always introduced themselves as “Miss.” In addition, each of the boys had his dick grabbed as a greeting, even if not every girl squeezed hard. However, when 16-year-old Julius introduced himself to 16-year-old Marissa, she had come up with a very special kind of greeting and kicked him full force in the balls. Whimpering, he lay on the floor, clutching his groin with a pained expression. “Julius, you didn’t follow the rule,” Sister Katherina remarked coolly, “which means you’ll lose your shirt until tomorrow. So if you earn it from the girls, you can hand it over to me right away. Now please stand up, or I’ll have to take your shorts away until tomorrow too.” He struggled to his feet and listened to Marissa’s words: “Slave Julius, I'm Miss Marissa, and I have a pair of shorts for you.” Despite the painful treatment, he was happy to be the first boy which ist allowed to wear some clothes again.

It had taken a long time before the first item of clothing could be handed over, but now things were moving much faster. Thanks to the colorful scarves, every boy who had found one of his garments knew which girls to ask. Because, of course, his clothes were with the girls in the group he would now belong to, and the other two garments could be found among the five other girls wearing scarves of the same color. After about half an hour all the boys were reasonably dressed again. Except for Julius, who had to hand over his shirt, and Joshi and Tobi, who remained barefoot. But they weren’t alone in that. Alex, too, was big-footed, and the shoes that were intended for him didn’t fit him either. “Then you’ll also have to stay barefoot,” said Sister Katherina, “it’ll toughen you up.”
But not only Alex’s shoes were too small. The uniform was very tight for the larger boys, similar to Johua and Tobias. The shirts really only fit the 12- and 13-year-olds properly; on everyone else, they looked too small. But Sister Katherina didn’t really care. She wanted to finish organizing the groups properly.

“Dear ladies and slaves,” she began with a smile, “now you know how your groups are organized. The girls are, of course, identified by their scarves. Now you should also mark your boys. Each group will receive finger paint in their group color; use that to mark your boys. Please paint only their bodies, not their clothes. You can choose the spot by yourselves.” The girls got to work and painted the boys in all sorts of places. The crack of the buttocks and the pubic hair peeking out from the top of their shorts were particularly popular spots. When the girls were done, all the boys were covered in drawings, dots and even words like "slave" in their group’s color. “Actually, the paint was supposed to last for the entire camp, but it looks to me like we’ll have to buy some more,” Sister Katherina remarked on the colorful scene.

“Now that everyone is dressed again, we can go ahead and move into the rooms,” Sister Katherina announced, introducing the next item on the agenda for this eventful day. Let’s see how embarrassing it will be for the boys this time.

21 Moving into the Rooms

“All right, now the boys can act like gentlemen for once and go fetch the ladies' suitcases.” Sister Katherina instructed the boys to carry the suitcases, which were still standing in the driveway in front of the manor house, to the back of the courtyard. The boys were quite happy to get out of the spotlight and set off to fetch the suitcases. Of course, the girls didn’t help - after all, what’s the staff there for?
The mountain of suitcases that Tobi and Joshi had unloaded from the bus numbered over 80. Some of the girls had brought two pieces of luggage, and the others had packed the largest suitcases they could find.
Here, the boys once again became aware of the imbalance in clothing and belongings between the boys and girls at camp.

It was clear that the boys would have to make several trips to get all the suitcases into the courtyard. When they had carried the first load over and were about to head back to the pile of suitcases, Sister Katherina called out: “Joshi and Tobi, you stay here! You have to carry the suitcases up to the girls’ rooms.” Susanne, who apparently had forgotten the arrangements from the previous day, asked, “Why can’t all the boys carry the suitcases upstairs? Then we’ll be done faster!”
“We already discussed this,” Sister Katherina replied, “The girls' building is off-limits to the boys, so only Joshi and Tobi are allowed in—and only if they're completely naked.”
A murmur rippled through the group of girls. Even though they'd already seen all the boys here naked, it was a lovely sight to see those two fine specimens walking through their rooms in the nude.
“So, Joshi and Tobi,” the nurse ordered, “get undressed and put your clothes in the bucket. Ladies, you can start grouping the girls by room. Then the boys can bring the luggage into the house, sorted by room.” The counselors took the room list and grouped the girls into fours. Unlike the teams, room assignments are based on age, so that a room always consists of girls of the same age who are not on the same team.
Joshua and Tobias walked over to the rusty bin at the entrance to the recreation building, took off their shirts and pants, and tossed them into the bin.

Lena and Claudine, the two counselors in charge of the boys today, grabbed the chains attached to the rings around the boys’ necks.
Claudine pointed out that they had to keep an eye on the boys. “But we’re supposed to get help from the girls,” she added. “Maybe we should attach another chain so the girls can keep our slaves in check too.”
Sister Katherina jumped at the suggestion. “Of course, we have more chains! But where on earth should we attach them? It’s a hindrance on the arms and legs, and there’s already a chain at the neck!” “Well, then we’ll just have to use the last remaining ring,” replied Claudine. And amid the girls’ cheers, Sister Katherina attached an additional chain to the cockring on both Joshua and Tobias. And now they were ready to go.
A room was chosen from which all the luggage was already in the courtyard. The boys were instructed to each take two suitcases and carry them into the house.
Lena told the four girls from the room to grab the chain attached to the boys’ cocks. And because every girl should take turns leading the boys, two girls would hold the chain on the way in, and the other two on the way back.
And so the convoy set off: Lena led the way, guiding Joshua by the chain as he trudged behind her, two large suitcases in his hands. Behind him walked 14-year-old Theresa, pulling on the chain attached to Joshi’s scrotum. The chain ran between his legs, and as Theresa pulled on it, it squeezed between his buttocks. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable. Behind them were Claudine, Tobi, and Lara, who was also 14. Bringing up the rear were the other two roommates, Kate and Larissa.

Once the group had disappeared into the girls’ building and the rest of the boys had gone to fetch the next batch of suitcases, Rebekka crept over to the rusty bucket and fished Joshi and Tobi’s clothes out again. She sniffed them intently, soaking up the sexy scent of the boys. Then she called out, “Let’s spruce these up a little.” She threw them back into the trash can, then took a small bottle of Coke and poured it over them. “That’ll make the clothes stick to their bodies. And I want to add a personal touch, too.” After saying this, she spat into the trash can. “Come on, do as I do,” she urged the other girls. Hesitantly, a few approached the trash can to spit on the clothes as well. Since Sister Katherina had seen everything and said nothing, more girls now felt compelled to follow Rebekka’s lead. By the time Joshua and Tobias returned, their clothes were covered in the girls’ spit.

Little by little, the boys brought all the suitcases to the back, and little by little, Joshi and Tobi carried the suitcases upstairs, always accompanied by a changing group of helping girls. After making 20 trips, they had brought all the suitcases up to the rooms. “Now you can get dressed again,” Sister Katherina said to Tobias and Joshua with a smile on her lips that the two couldn’t quite figure out at first. They rushed to the trash can only to find that their clothes were pretty dirty. “Yuck, what is that?” Tobias exclaimed. “They’re completely wet.” “And they’re sticky, too,” added Joshua. “We can’t wear those anymore.”
“Those or nothing,” Sister Katherina remarked dryly. “If you can’t take care of your clothes, then you’ll just have to wear them the way you get them back.”
Of course, Joshua and Tobias knew they hadn’t thrown the clothes in the bin voluntarily, but since they knew their place, they knew there was no point in arguing. They took their shirts and shorts and struggled to pull the tight, wet, and sticky garments over their toned bodies. Even though they didn’t know what liquids had soaked their clothes, it was just plain gross.

“Alright, the girls can move into their rooms now and take a look around the buildings,” Sister Katherina called out. “The boys don't have that much to unpack, and they're not allowed in most of the buildings anyway. I think you can pass the time by going to the sports field and playing soccer. We'll meet back here in the courtyard at 6 p.m.”
Since so much bare male skin had already been on display in the first few hours, everyone wondered what to expect next—the girls full of anticipation, the boys full of anxious expectation.

Very interesting situation indeed!