All language subtitles for naked summer

The Stanhope family reunion had been meticulously planned for nearly six months. Six families, 12 adults and 17 kids, all 16 or younger, together in a privately-owned compound of cottages, picnic areas, a common room, barbeque pits, hiking trails, a small lake and other amenities a few miles east of Lewis and Clark State Park across the Sandy River in Oregon.

It had been 10 years since the last reunion, held in a campground in Tennessee. The family numbers had doubled since then.

When I was six, none of us thought it odd to spend days naked. I think we were a little curious, but it wasn't a big deal to jump in the lake without a stitch and then to shower together in an outdoor setting. There were eight of us then, four boys and four girls. I remember two others were too young to join in and one girl was at a cheerleader camp and she was only five back then.

The boys were aged six, four, two and one. The girls were four, two and the twins were three. I was the leader of the boys and we sure did pick on the girls, who quite often showed up for their showers caked in mud or covered in grime.

This time, there were 10 girls and seven boys. We had been emailing among ourselves the month leading up to the reunion negotiating the rules of our planned boys vs. girls "war," in which the winner would have more "prisoners" at the end of a week. There were obvious cease-fires when it was dinner time/bed time. Otherwise, the battles would commence each day at 10 a.m., resuming from the point where things had been suspended.

There were two barns, until a few years ago full of horses, one on each side of the compound. The boys took the east barn because it was close to the lake and thus easily defendable. The girls got the west barn, which was on higher ground and closer to most of the hiking trails.

If the boys were able to control the "seas," they could have a direct line to a spot close to the girls barn. If the girls controlled the seas, the boys would be forced to march the long way around the compound, which meant winding trails.

The first day was one of a peaceful exchange of pleasantries and reconnaissance of the area. I met with 15-year-old Kayla and our 14-year-old cousin Leslie as leaders of the respective groups. I hadn't seen either of them for at least five years and let me tell you they had both grown into healthy young women. That was a trait of my aunts' side of the family.

My brother, 14-year-old Donovan, and I weren't bad-looking, but the girls put us to shame. They dressed and acted like college women. Me and Donovan looked like a couple of teenage farmers in blue jeans.

I didn't like the feeling that gave me. We were already outnumbered and now I felt they held an edge in smartness and sophistication.

The 13-year-old twins Emma and Rose also had some early blooming going on and 12-year-old Erin was cute too. Lainey and Genna, both nine, and eight-year-old Ellie also had things going for them in the looks department. That left six-year-old Shay and four-year-old Millie as the girls' weakest link. We'd need to capture them first.

In addition to me and Donovan, the cousins on our side included 12-year-old Leonard, 11-year-old Peter, 10-year-old Paul, seven-year-old Barry and six-year-old Gordon.

My strategy was for me and my brother to follow the lake and try to get as close to the girls' barn as possible. From there, we could each take a side of the barn. That left the other five to guard our barn. They were scattered around various vantage points.

Donovan and I started our trip at exactly 10 a.m. and were sneaking toward the girls' barn until we saw Erin and Millie walking right toward us. We were able to hide, ambush them and capture them without any trouble. I had Donovan escort them back to our barn while I continued alone.

Reaching a spot close to the barn, I went to hide behind a rock. I could see Lainey and Shay walking right toward me. This is too easy I thought.

As they passed the rock, I jumped out and was getting ready to take them prisoner when I was ambushed by Kayla, Leslie, Emma, Rose, Genna and Ellie. I raised my hands and throw down my weapon as ordered. They gathered around me and marched me back to their barn. Meanwhile, Lainey and Shay continued their walk toward our barn.

Crap, not even an hour into it I get caught. I started thinking how foolish I was to first, go on my own, and second, not to realize it was all a ploy. Now I had to start making escape plans. My boys could not go without their leader.

I was walked to the first stall, which had a sturdy metal fence on the side facing the front door. At least, I thought, they were making it easy for me to escape since I could see everything happening in the front. I just had to think of a way to get through the fence or pick the lock on the stall door.

"If I didn't know how dumb boys are, I'd think you were the dumbest of all," Kayla said. "Just divide and conquer."

The other five girls gathered around Kayla, one holding what I thought was a belt, another holding a big plastic yard bag and third with some bracelets.

"We're going to process you as our prisoner. Take off your shirt and put your hands behind your back."

The twins, Emma and Rose, came forward. Emma put my shirt in the bag and Rose put bracelets on my wrists. The only thing was, they were really handcuffs and not the toy kind. They clicked shut and Rose handed the key to Kayla.

Leslie then entered my cage and showed me what I thought was a belt but was way too small to fit around my waist. It was a perfect fit around my neck though.

I was mortified by my new predicament. My rosy red cheeks made sure it was a colorful display of embarrassment in front of six girls, all younger than me.

"Poor Dudley, the oldest one here and the first one captured," Kayla began as she directed her phone toward me. "Now smile."

After several photos were taken, probably to be used for bargaining purposes, I told her I'd let our prisoners go in exchange for my freedom.

"No thanks Dudley," she confidentally said. "The other four girls are probably on their way back now. I sent a couple of your pictures to Donovan, explaining they weren't allowed to leave their barn until dinner. If they can do that, maybe, just maybe, we'll let you go. Until then, you are a prisoner and will be treated as such. Just follow all orders."

That was when the nine-year-olds, Lainey and Genna entered the stall and told me to lift up my feet, one at a time. They removed my shoes and socks and handed them to Emma, who filed them away in the garbage bag.

Then both of them grabbed at my belt. I pulled away but was grabbed by so many arms, I froze in place. My belt was removed and tossed to Emma. Then, Lainey and Genna unzipped my pants and let them drop to my ankles. Again telling me to lift my legs one at a time, they pulled them off and into the garbage bag they went.

I have never been so exposed in my life, let alone in front of six cousins, including the cute Kayla, who was just one year younger than me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't very well cover anything and was trying my best to dance around as a way to hide my humiliation.

A couple of minutes later, Erin, Ellie, Shay and Millie walked into the barn and immediately began snickering and giggling.

"You did it!" Erin said. "I can't believe your plan worked so well."

"Like I keep telling you guys, boys are dumb," Kayla responded. "And you guys are just in time for the unvieling. Let's all gather around."

"No, no, no, no, no, please, oh no, please not that," I stammered as I saw Emma and Rose, each with a pair of scissors in their hand, approach me, their eyes squarely on my crotch area, featuring a boner that perversely stuck out, and pushing against my underwear.

More giggling, more titters, more utterances like "Oh my gosh, he grew so big all of a sudden," "I get to see a boys weiner!" and "This is so cool."

Emma took one side and Rose the other. They each placed their scissors atop the elastic part and cut all the way through.

I was nearly in tears and pleading for them to stop. It was no use. With little fanfare, Emma grabbed the useless material and raised it into the air to the sounds of delight and hand clapping.

I couldn't stop jumping around, which made my penis jerk all over the place. That only made it worse for me and better for them.

Oh my goodness, I was stark naked in front of all my girl cousins and I could do nothing to cover up.

"What can we do with him Kayla?" Shay asked.

"Well girls, he is in a horse barn," Kayla said in response. "I suppose we need to pretend he's a horse and some of you can ride him. Some of you need to take care of him too. He needs to be bathed, groomed and fed. A horse can't do anything for himself."

I felt utterly defeated, self-concious and embarrassed to the extreme. I was no longer in a position of authority; reduced to acting like an animal. I'm never going to live this down.

Lainey, Genna, Ellie, Shay and Millie got first dibs on riding the "horse." Meanwhile Leslie, Emma, Rose and Erin were getting ready to wash and groom me. Kayla held a bucket of water for me to drink.

Kayla stroked the side of my face as I drank. "Such a good pony," she kept repeating, drilling the feeling of helplessness into my mind.

Four-year-old Millie got the first ride, using my hair to guide me along one of the old horse trails that circled the compound. No one else was supposed to be in the compound but that didn't stop me from imagining noises in the bushes or thinking about what it would be like to run around my high school like this. My face felt on fire from the blushing.

Shay, Ellie, Genna and Lainey each took their turns, with the cleaning and grooming crew taking over between rides. Leslie, Emma, Rose and Erin each took turns rubbing suds all over me, including my weiner. They also rinsed me off while Kayla gave me a drink and a carress each time.

The first "cleaning" felt really good and I almost forgot I was naked in front of girls. That changed whenever one of them got close to my weiner. They all took advantage and made sure to make plenty of contact, including pressing it down as far as it would go and letting go to see it flop around. That always got a laugh.

The remainder of my rest times were torturous and my balls began to ache something awful.

It was finally getting close to dinner time and the end of the first day's war. Just before time was up, Kayla reminded me of the rules.

"You're to be here no later than 10 a.m., undressed, wearing your collar and handcuffs," she said. "I hope you have a nice night. Bye."

"Wait, Kayla, what about my clothes? I can't go to dinner like this," I said half-pleading.

"You should have thought about that before getting captured."

With that, all the girls left the barn, leaving me alone in my predicament.

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