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Aaron’s Game – Chapter One: Happy Birthday!
It all started with light. Bright white light extending in all directions. And I was just ...there.
But I didn’t know what
there was. And I didn’t know what I was.
Then a man appeared, naked, standing in the whiteness. He was tall, heavily muscled but smooth, with thick black hair and bright blue eyes. He had a smile that seemed a little mean and was just a bit unshaven. All of those thoughts were new to me. All those descriptive words.
Then another thought: This man is me. That’s who I am. Standing there in the light. I didn’t realize yet it was strange to be looking at me and not to be inside of my own head.
Can you see him? I could hear a deep male voice in the light, all around it. I think the voice
was the light and the light was the voice.
Yes, I said, I could see my own mouth move and speak. My voice was rich, masculine, but not
quite as deep as the voice of the light.
Do you understand that is you?
What is your name?
Aaron. The thought came into my head from nowhere. Why was I called Aaron? I didn’t know.
Good. Your mind is building, like the others. Look upon yourself.
I watched as my body slowly rotated around for me to inspect and to have realizations about myself. I was tall, a couple inches taller than six feet. I knew that this was above average, but not absurdly so. My body was thickly muscled, far above average. I weighed about 250 pounds. My penis was large, but my thoughts told me that this would not be unusual compared to my peers. As my body turned I saw my broad back, large legs and massive, round buttocks. The bottom drew the eyes. It was just slightly out of proportion to the rest of my muscular body.
Do you like your body?
It is very attractive, I said.
Does it arouse you?
Good. You must be happy with your body. You must be pleased at the way it looks. It will mean
others will also be aroused by the way you look.
Why is that important?
Because this will be your body forever.
Forever? I will be here in the light forever?
No, do not worry. I am making preparations. There will be world full of men like you.
Just like me.
Well no, not exactly. There will be differences in appearances and skin color and personalities.
But you will all be driven by certain fundamental desires.
Who are you? Are you God?
I am the creator of this world. I guess that makes me a god. You may call me The Painfather.
Pain. I understood at once what the word meant. I felt stirring.
Good. You are reacting to the word. Watch. A large wooden plank appeared, floating in the
light. A paddle, my mind realized.
You are indestructible, Aaron. You cannot be injured or permanently harmed. You will never die,
nor grow old. The paddle struck my body across the face, hard. The body didn’t react. The paddle struck
my shoulders, chest, thighs and feet. It was hitting very hard, but there was no real response from my
There is one exception, The Painfather said. The body rotated around so I was staring at its
back. Then the body bent forward, causing the bottom to just out even more prominently.
There is one
part of your body that will feel pain.
WHACK! The paddle struck across the bottom, hard. The large muscles quivered and shook in response. The paddle pulled away, and I watched as the area struck by the paddle begin to turn red.
Your bottom is not immune to pain, The Painfather said. WHAP WHAP WHAP! The paddle began to
strike my bottom hard and fast.
It will turn red and blister and bruise depending on what is done to
you. However, even though you will feel pain and can suffer, your bottom is indestructible, too. The skin
will never break. Your body will not come to any lasting eternal harm. You may have pain that lasts for
a very long time, though, and these visual remnants and sensitivities.
I watched as my bottom turned darker and darker red. The butt muscles bounced and jiggled with each swat. I felt that stirring feeling again.
Will the other men where I’m going be the same?
Yes. They all have the same rules as you. Does that arouse you?
Yes. Very much. I couldn’t explain it. Seeing my bottom suffer like this. I wanted to do it
to others. I lusted for it.
Good. You currently do not feel pain because you are not yet connected with your body. Once you
are placed in your home, your mind and flesh will be as one. A black metal rod appeared. I watched
as it levitated down to my bottom. It pushed between the muscles into the center and forced its way into
my bottom. It slowly began pushing in and out. This is fucking, I realized. My body was being fucked.
That’s what the penis will be used for.
These are the two ways you will dominate your fellow men, and in turn be dominated by them,
The Painfather said.
Does the idea please you?
Yes. Is it supposed to?
Yes. The same will be true of the other men.
How many other men will there be?
This world will hold three billion of them.
That’s a lot of men to dominate or be dominated by. The voice chuckled.
Since you are all immortal and will be unable to reproduce, I figured there need to be enough
men for you to have new experiences for many, many years.
Suddenly I noticed color seeping in. Other humanoid forms made out of glowing light began to form behind my body. Eventually there were eight of them, each a different color. I could sense that they represented bodies, but I could not see them.
These are the patron gods, the Painfather said.
I thought you were god?
I am, but I made these eight men to represent the various attitudes and goals that will drive
the men of the mortal world. They are far more powerful than you men, but they will interact directly
with you at times.
You will not?
I may visit you in your dreams sometimes, but I will not. I am creating you and setting you free
to see what you do.
I’m not sure I understand.
You will, eventually. Every man’s personality meshes with three of these patron gods. But not
in the same way or with the same strength. One of the gods will be your main patron. His personality meshes
the most with yours and he will play a huge role in how you live your life in the world below. The other
two patron gods will have lesser influences on your personality, but the three of them together combine
to show who you are.
Which do I belong to?
You will find out on your own. You will be naturally drawn to them for the first few days of your
life. You will have free will, but the first few days will be orientating you to your place in this world.
Why can’t you just tell me?
I don’t know who your influences are.
But you’re God.
I deliberately blinded myself to your true self. I mixed up all these different personalities
and spread them randomly among my men. But I didn’t allow myself to see them so I can be surprised at
how things develop.
This sounds like a big game and we are toys.
Yes, but you will discover you get to play your own games. I am aroused by simply watching what
you and the others do. It pleases me very much.
I felt a surge of mental arousal at the idea of playing my own games.
I am ready, Painfather. When do we start?
Good, good. Look at the world below. A large globe appeared, slowly rotating. There were land
masses and oceans and it was dotted with large cities and open spaces.
Your personality will have its first chance to influence you right now, the Painfather said.
Look at this globe and tell me where you would like to join your brothers.
I watched the globe spin. I wanted to be around lots of men, I thought to myself. I wanted a city. I wanted lots of opportunity to fight for dominance. I wanted warm temperatures to show off my body. I wanted a place where I would enjoy exercising. There was a large city on the coast of an ocean in what I could tell was a warm environment.
There, I thought.
What is that city called?
They do not have names yet. I will allow men to decide. Maybe that will be the first test of dominance?
Send me there. That is where I will live.
Very well, Aaron. You will arrive as you see here, but your flesh and mind will be joined. This
will be permanent. For the first couple of days, follow your urges. Your primary patron god will draw
you to him once you are settled, and your secondary patrons will follow later. Once you have a good sense
of who you are, then you will know what you should do.
And all the other men are going through this as well? Or are they already there?
You are all going through this together right now. You will all join the world together, as one.
Are you ready?
I am ready.
Go then. Walk upon my world, find your space, and fight to keep it.
The light grew bright, blinding me. I felt a push from beyond, then I felt flesh. I was in my body. My eyes were closed due to the brightness. I felt a rushing sensation, like falling. Then the light slowly faded.
I opened my eyes. I was standing on a street corner, naked. It was morning, I could tell, from the sun’s position. What I could see of the city was beautiful: bright parks here and there and towering skyscrapers. It smelled new. It had just been created, just like me. And just like the men around me.
There were hundreds of men around me, blinking up at the sky just like me, having just been born, like me. We all began to notice each other at the same time. We were all naked. We were all beautiful and muscled. Some were bigger than others. Some were stronger than others. But none looked weak or small. Each of them caused a small stirring in my loins. I looked down to see the beginnings of an erection. Looking around I could see I wasn’t alone.
For a moment I began to evaluate which of these men I might be able to dominate first, but then I felt a little foolish for immediately jumping to that after having just arrived. I felt another urge, one to explore. That must have been one of the early urges the Painfather had instilled in me. I suspected my body would take me to where I should go.
I started slowly walking toward the coast for some reason. The other men nodded to me and each other as they felt the same urges directing them to explore. We didn’t talk to each other yet. We were still getting used to being here. My eyes were drawn to their bottoms as we walked around. They were full, round and muscular, like mine. I noticed that mine was larger than many of theirs, but then my whole body was larger than many of theirs. For each of them, though, their butt muscles were just slightly too big for their body. They, like me, were designed to feel pain there. To be beaten and fucked there to prove dominance.
We all wandered in different directions. After some unknown amount of time, I felt myself drawn to a store of some sort. I was only a few blocks from the coast. I could see it and smell the salty air. It was beautiful. I knew I made the right choice.
As I approached the store, I could see it full of all sorts of clothing and sporting goods. It was a sports store. It didn’t have a name. I walked up to a door and pulled on it. It was unlocked.
Inside was a massive store full of clothing for athletes and equipment. Immediately I felt at home. I nodded to myself. This must be my personality manifesting. I began to explore.
A couple of other men had arrived as well. We nodded politely but still nobody talked. We were all in our own heads still. I decided I wanted clothes. It looked as though the others felt the same. We all found a rack of undergarments, and lots of them. I stopped and looked over them, waiting for something to draw my eye. I watched a smaller man reach out and grab a pack of boxer briefs. He opened them and put a pair on, then walked over to the mirror to look at himself.
You look very good in those, I heard myself say. Everybody was startled for a moment, including
me. I wasn’t expecting to say anything. It just happened. The white boxer briefs fit perfectly, the rear
seam plunging deep into his ass crack. Somehow it looked even sexier than nudity. They made you want to
Thanks, he said.
I looked back at the display and found myself reaching out to a jockstrap. Without thinking I pulled one out of the package and put it on. It felt comfortable. It felt right. I walked over and looked at myself in the mirror.
Now that really makes that ass stand out, said a deep voice. I looked over to see a large
man like me, but black with shorter black hair. He, too had grabbed a jock strap himself and began pulling
it on. He had a massive bottom like mine, and once he had the jock all the way one, it really highlighted
It seems to be working for you, too, I said. He turned and looked at his ass in the mirror.
It just feels right, don’t it?
I’m Aaron, I said.
I’m Reuben, he said.
It seemed to have broken the ice in the shop. Some of the guys quietly started talking to each other, while looking over the racks. I grabbed a handful of jockstraps to bring with me. I figured they must have bags around here somewhere. Then I realized the shop didn’t have any workers. I wondered what was going to happen here. Where did the clothes come from? What if it ran out?
Now that the underwear was settled, I needed outerwear. I knew I didn’t want to wear much. I knew I wanted to show off my body. I wanted to intimidate the others. Make it easier to dominate.
The gear here was all tight-fitting stretchable clothing designed for various sports. The guy I saw earlier appeared to be drawn to the tight wetsuits for surfers. Reuben seemed to be following me through the racks. Maybe we were drawn to the same items. We passed by football uniforms. They looked very sexy. One large man was trying on a pair of tight-fitting football pants that really made me want to bend him over and punish his bottom right now. But they weren’t what I wanted to wear.
I made my way to a wall with tight-fitting shorts. I immediately felt the pull.
This is it, Reuben muttered.
You, too? I said.
They’ll look good on our bodies, he said.
Nice and tight and won’t obscure the muscles.
Something I had noticed as I had passed through was on display here as well. The outergear was all one solid color, like red, or white or blue, but on the side of the legs or torso was a trio of color bars as highlights. The second and third color seemed to vary but the top color was always a golden yellow. The football player’s pants were white, but along the outside of the leg was gold, then blue, then gray. These shorts were all the same way. I grabbed a pair and looked at it. It was red, and the side colors were gold, orange, and blue. For some reason, it didn’t feel right. I put it back.
These colors mean something, I said.
I was just thinking that! Reuben said.
Did the Painfather talk to you? I asked.
He talked to all of us, right? That’s what he said.
Did you see the patron gods?
Not their faces, just their forms.
The different colors, I said.
Three colors ... the three patrons, Reuben said.
Gold is the first color on all of these,
rights. So we all have the same main patron here.
Whoever the gold guy is, I said.
We’ll find out soon enough.
There. I felt it. I looked up and there it was. The shorts were white, like football pants. The color bars on the side were gold, purple and black. I grabbed the pair, and it just felt perfect. I slid them on. They were very tight, clinging right in between my butt cheeks, showing off the shape of them perfectly. They stopped right at the top of my thighs. They were very short for shorts, but not so short as to be a bikini brief. The jockstrap now made sense as underwear. Boxer briefs would show.
These really define our butts and also show off the size of our thighs, Reuben said. I looked
at myself in the mirror, turning left and right. I could feel my butt muscles bounce slightly when I walked.
Reuben whistled to himself when he watched me. Interesting.
These, Reuben muttered to himself. He picked out a red pair of shorts with gold, green and
black colors. He slid them on and put on his own little show. Damn, his ass bounced just like mine. I
wanted to get my hands on it so bad. I wanted to paddle him raw and fuck him. But I resisted my urges
for the moment. There was still a lot of exploring to do. I didn’t even know where I was going to live
I grabbed eight pairs of the shorts of my style and Reuben did the same.
I don’t think I’m even going to bother with shirts, I said.
Nah, they distract from our true assets, Reuben said, drawing out the
There was a desk for a clerk nearby but there was nobody operating it. I looked behind the desk and found a stack of unlabeled plastic bags. I grabbed a couple of them and gave some to Reuben to make it easier to carry our stuff.
I didn’t feel like I was done here. I continued to explore. I wanted to look at the equipment. Reuben followed me too.
There were balls and basketball nets and skateboards and surfboards. None of them seemed to draw my eye, nor Reuben’s.
I don’t feel drawn toward any particular sport, I said.
I don’t either.
We approached a side wall and realized we had reached where our urges had been pulling us. Hanging from the racks on the wall were all sorts of paddles and straps. These were not paddles for sports like ping pong or rowing. These were implements of pain. These were tools for punishment.
Oh, man, Reuben said.
I know. I could feel an erection growing in my shorts. Looking at Reuben, I could see him
tenting out as well.
I knew I wanted a round paddle. I wanted wood. I wanted nice and thick to hit hard and alternate between cheeks. I wanted to smack back and forth like drums, but also one big enough to hit right in the middle now and then. But I knew it couldn’t be too big, though I didn’t know why. I need to be able to hold it in my grip in adverse situations.
I reached out and grabbed a thick, round paddle with holes drilled in it. It had a strap on the handle to allow me to wrap it around my wrist to keep from dropping it. It felt right in my hand. Out of curiosity I smacked it against my palm. I felt the weight of the impact, but no sting or pain. It was true. I couldn’t feel any pain there. Then I reached back and smacked my backside firmly. Pain. I felt pain for the first time. It wasn’t very much but it was there. I moaned just a little bit. Reuben raised his eyebrows at me. He picked out a rectangular wooden paddle that was around the same size as mine. It also had a wrist strap. He slapped it against his thigh. It made a loud CRACK! Sound. He shrugged, then, like me, reached back and smacked his bottom. His eyes lit up in recognition of the pain.
Wow, he muttered.
And that’s pretty mild compared to what we’ll all end up doing to each other, I said.
Maybe we should take somebody down and try it out, he suggested.
I still don’t feel like we’ve figured out which sport we are, I said.
Let’s keep looking around, he said.
We wandered up to the next floor where there was exercise equipment available. By now quite a few men had arrived to start exploring the store.
Weights, Reuben said.
I’ll need a set of those.
Me too, but I think I’ll come back for them once I figure out where I’m going to be cooling my
heels. Speaking of which, footwear.
There was a whole section of athletic footwear. We found ourselves drawn to high-top sneakers. We discovered there were sneakers that had stripes with colors that matched our shorts and snagged them along with a couple of bags of socks.
The athletic equipment felt right to be around. Were we just bodybuilders then? No, that didn’t feel right. There was more to it. We kept wandering through until we found an open square with a hard floor. A ring of sorts. I was drawn to it immediately. So, apparently was Reuben.
I walked onto it and felt energized.
Wrestling? Reuben said.
No, they had wrestling singlets and I didn’t feel anything.
Boxing? I asked. He shook his head, no.
Close, but not quite.
Well, let’s just see then, I said. I reached out and shoved his shoulder back.
Oh ho, then, he chuckled. He shoved me back. Not too hard, but not gentle. We circled around
each other, shoving each other good-naturedly. Then suddenly I lashed out with my foot and tripped him
up by sweeping his calves. He yelped and fell forward flat on the hard floor. He jumped back up to his
feet quickly. It hadn’t hurt him at all of course.
I see, then, he growled, and jumped at me. What started off as playfulness had suddenly become
real. We were shoving, tripping, punching each other. We rolled around on the hard floor trying to get
the upper hand on each other. But it didn’t actually matter. We weren’t hurting each other.
And then I realized what I needed to do. We had set our paddles off to the side when we started our shoving match. I rolled over while we were grappling on the floor and grabbed mine. Reuben didn’t notice at first. We squirmed around smacked each other’s faces and slammed each other’s heads onto the floor until finally we wrestled into a position where his ass was up in the air and I had enough room to swing: WHAP! Hard as I could against his right cheek.
YOWCH! He yelled and grabbed his ass. He scrambled away and got back on his feet. I was grinning.
I could feel it.
I think I figured out our sport, I growled at him. He lunged over to the right to grab his
own paddle of the floor, but I predicted his move and lunged at him. I tacked him and we rolled around
on the hard floor. We were both equally strong so the only advantage I had was my paddle. Whenever I could
get his ass off the floor I did my best to smack it hard. He was insistent on trying to get to his own
paddle, but I fought hard to keep him away.
We squirmed and struggled on the hard floor. He punched me in the head, but it did no good. I could hear the footsteps of other men approaching as the fight went on. I had managed to smack his ass cheeks with the paddle a good thirty times so far. He yelped each time, but I really wanted to lock him down so I could beat his ass long and hard. I was in an advantageous position, but I hadn’t won yet.
You just wait until I get my paddle, Reuben yelled.
Not a fucking chance, I said.
That ass is mine.
We rolled around some more. A crowd of about a dozen guys had come to watch. They were excited, cheering us on. Reuben lunged for his paddle but I managed to kick it away. And he had overextended himself in desperation. I grabbed his outstretched arm and yanked it behind his back. He struggled as I pushed him down to the floor on his stomach. I sat down and wrapped his legs within my legs. He squirmed, but he could no longer get his massive bottom away from me. I took my paddle and started slamming it against his ass, hard and fast as I could. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP WHAP! I was rewarded with his cries of pain and the sight of his butt muscles bouncing in the firm spandex shorts. I developed a massive erection very quickly.
Let me go, dammit! He yelled.
Nope, I said.
I won. I’m claiming my prize. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I paddled him furiously,
grinning as his cries grew louder and louder. Eventually I heard him start crying. It felt so good. It
felt perfect, making this massive man cry. I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down and began paddling
again. His big brown bottom jiggled and wiggled as it was punished. Reuben struggled for a good fifteen
minutes against me, but eventually he seemed to give up. He surrendered to the pain and just lay there
in my grasp as I beat his ass raw. He sobbed and cried and wailed and begged me to stop. I ignored his
cries. I won, so I got to do what I wanted with him.
Somebody get me some athletic tape from over by the weightlifting equipment, I ordered. One
guy scampered off and came back a few seconds later, handing me a roll.
Perfect. I put the paddle
down and felt his bottom. It was hot and the skin was nice and blistered. It had darkened and turned an
ashen gray on the surface because of his dark skin tone.
What are you doing? Reuben whimpered between sobs. In response I untangled us and yanked him
up off his feet, careful not to let him pull his arm out from behind his back. He tried to struggle as
I pushed him out of the arena toward the exercise equipment, but the tight shorts were wrapped around
his thighs, constraining him, his ass was so sore he could barely walk, and I had his arm wrenched behind
I pushed him over to a weight bench and down on his stomach. I grabbed the tape and started wrapping his wrists and ankles. He tried to resist, but the punishment had weakened him too much. I wrapped his wrists to the front of the bench, then his ankles to the back. He was taller than the bench, though, which is what I wanted. I grabbed and pulled his ass up and then taped his knees somewhere around the middle of his bench. His big, sore bottom was now up in the air and vulnerable.
I yanked my own shorts down and my cock could not be constrained. It flopped right out of my jock, it was so hard. I thought for a moment about lube, but we were both covered with sweat from the fight. I wiped my brow and chest and rubbed the sweat on my cock. Then I rubbed sweat from Reuben’s back and ass into his ass crack and rubbed his tight hole.
What are you doing? Let me out! He started bucking and squirming on the weight bench, but
I had taped him nice and tight. He wasn’t strong enough to break out of it. And his ass was at perfect
height. It had all worked out perfectly. I grabbed his hips and positioned myself then I pushed forward.
I pressed the tip of my cock against his hole.
No, don’t! He looked over his shoulder back at me, shaking his head. I grinned at him and
pushed, hard. My cock slid in roughly and he howled in pain. I began fucking him good and hard, not showing
any mercy due to the fact that it was his first time. I didn’t care. I won. I got to fuck him. And it
felt so good. His ass was huge, but his hole was nice a tight, pressing firmly against my dick. Pleasure
flowed up and down my cock with every thrust. He whimpered and cried again, but after a few minutes his
demeanor changed. He began to moan along with me. I slammed my groin against his massive bottom, enjoying
the smacking sound I made. Not as hot a sound as the paddle swats, but it was good.
The crowd watched with interest. They muttered to each other, but I wasn’t paying attention to what they were saying. I was caught up in a coming climax. Harder, harder, harder still. We both moaned in tandem. Suddenly I felt the ejaculation starting. I didn’t know what to expect other than a burst of pleasure, but then I felt it. My cum shot out into his helpless ass in a series of huge, sticky bursts. And it wasn’t a small amount. Over the course of twenty seconds it squirted out, filling me with pleasure each time and filling his ass with my semen. It overflowed and began dripping out of his hole onto the bench. Was it going to be like this every time, or just the first? I hoped this wasn’t the only time it was this intense.
I sighed and pulled out, fulfilled. Reuben was still quivering and crying, but his dick was erect between his legs. A shame he wouldn’t get to use it himself.
Who brought me the tape? I asked. A guy in a wrestler’s uniform raised his hand. The uniform
was green and the color stripe on the side of his torso was gold, gray, and pink.
What’s your name? I asked.
Trevor, he said.
You’re up, Trevor, I said and backed away, pointing to Reuben’s ass.
What? both Reuben and Trevor asked in tandem. I leaned down next to Reuben.
You lost, Reuben, I muttered in his ear.
Trevor had excitedly pulled down his singlet and approached, rubbing Reuben’s bottom.
It’s so hot, he said. His cock was at full attention.
Anybody that fucks me is going to pay, Reuben growled.
Well then, the question you have to ask is whether it’s worth the price, I said to Trevor.
He looked at Reuben’s big, muscular, sore and vulnerable bottom. He smiled. It clearly was. He grabbed
Reuben’s hips and positioned himself. Reuben whimpered again as Trevor’s cock pushed its way in and the
fucking began anew.
I stepped back a bit so I could watch Reuben being fucked from the front. It was so hot. His ass was up in the air and his big cheeks bounced and wiggled with every thrust. He couldn’t help himself. He was grimacing and shaking his head back and forth on the bench in defiance. Sweat and tears dripped off his face onto the bench and the floor.
Trevor didn’t take his time the way I did and only after a few minutes he reached his climax. Like mine, it lasted a long time and his cum practically squirted out of Reuben’s ass after filling it up.
Okay, well, I have some more exploring to do, I said after Trevor pulled out. There were still
several men with erection standing around Reuben.
You all can do what you like with Reuben here. I’ll
see you later, Reuben.
This is not over, Reuben growled at me. I walked over to him and grinned in his face.
I know, I said. Then I raised my hands at him and gestured toward myself.
Come at me. I’m
looking forward to next time.
Then I turned, grabbed my bags of gear, and left the store, Ruben hollering at me as another man stepped up to take his turn.
Next: Claiming Turf.