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Aaron’s Game – Chapter Seven: Walk of Shame
Craig and I carried our goodie bags from the prank shop in one hand and clung to Reuben with the other arm as we slowly limped through the warehouse yard to head home. Reuben laughed at our predicament.
It took us a hell of a long time to get home, Reuben said.
And we’re way further from the
condos than the stadium was.
I looked over at Craig’s ass. It was heavily bruised, with stripes, welts and blisters all over. I imagined mine looked the same. It was going to take us long time to get home at this speed.
Don’t worry, boys, Reuben said.
I’m here to support you.
That sounded suspicious. But I was too tired to react when I felt his right hand trace its way down my back. I fully expected him to start smacking my blistered ass with his hand. Instead he reached into the cleft between my cheeks, took his three longest fingers and quickly, roughly shoved them up my ass. I yelped in surprise. Based on the gasp that came out of Craig, Reuben did the same to him. We both stopped and squirmed in place as he forced his fingers all the way in.
Keep walking, boys, it’s a long way home, Reuben said, chuckling.
I wriggled in discomfort. He cupped his palm and pulled upward, causing me to have to stand on the pads of my feet.
Dammit, I croaked. Craig moaned. I slowly started to walk again, with Ruben’s fingers firmly
up my ass. Craig did the same. It was uncomfortable, but at least we weren’t getting our asses beaten.
However, because our big, muscular bottoms tended to bounce with every step we took, as we walked, our
asses slid up and down Reuben’s fingers on their own. They didn’t bounce up enough for us to free ourselves,
of course. Just an inch or so. Just enough for Reuben to force us to mercilessly finger-fuck ourselves
all the way home.
At this point I noticed a producer with a camera tailing us, recording the humiliation. My cock stirred just a bit at the voyeurism.
Are you Victor? I croaked at the guy. My voice sounded like it was slowly recovering.
Naw, I work for him though, the man said. I nodded and continued limping home, my ass bouncing
up and down on Reuben’s thick fingers. At least I still had some of Joss’s cum inside me to lubricate.
Along the way home, Reuben told us what he’d been up to since losing his match at the arena.
Unlike you boys, none of us had any idea how long we were gonna be punished, Reuben said.
They were sealed off from all the noise and the timer didn’t show inside.
For all we knew we could
have been there for days.
After they got out, they all limped home a caught up on the sleep they missed for having been beaten
for 24 hours straight.
When I woke up ... well, you two will discover what happens. I don’t want to spoil it, Reuben said.
That sounded interesting.
Later on I was able walk well enough to go visit that fort where all the green guys hang out.
The commandos, he explained. Green was Reuben’s secondary color instead of the purple that I and Craig
So commandos and us green guys in general believe that this great big world has a pecking order,
you see, Reuben said.
Your place in this pecking order determines whose ass you get to lay claim
to and who you have to submit to. The commandos, of course, see themselves at the top and us brothers
in green as allies to help them out. So right now they’re going around town showing their dominance over
those lesser boys in blue and orange and such. I don’t know what they think about us golden boys. There
might not be a problem, because we have our own pecking order, don’t we, boys? He pushed his fingers
up an inch further somehow, and we both moaned as we were forced to stand on tip-toe for a few seconds.
Of course, our pecking order was subject to change based on our competition. It sounded like the commandos had in mind a more permanent arrangement. Any golden boy would submit to a commando if the commando successfully beat him, but I wondered how they’d feel about having to go through the fight every time, and also about being forced to submit if they lost.
Anyway, Reuben said,
You may be wondering why that matters for us? I nodded at him.
Let me be clear: There is only way this rivalry will ever end. And that’s with you accepting me as
your superior on the field and submitting to me for good.
Not gonna happen, I croaked.
We’ll see, Reuben said.
We’ve got all the time in the world. I’m gonna come for your perfect
ass any way I can get it. You can expect a fun walk home like this after every loss. I’m going to do everything
to make sure that losing to me hurts much, much more than simply submitting to me.
Hot, I hoarsely whispered. Reuben laughed. I think he suspected deep down that there was no
way I would ever permanently submit to him, but it was going to be in nature to try to dominate me as
much as possible both on and off the field.
So who’s your buddy? Reuben asked. Since he was stuck in the punishment tube, he hadn’t heard
our conversation with Derek.
I’m Craig, he said, his voice as weak as mine.
Craig, pleased to meet you, Reuben said.
Any friend of Aaron’s is on my permanent shit
list. Think you can handle it?
Bring it on.
Welcome to the rivalry, Reuben said, laughing.
You’re the other purple guy, looks like.
A couple of the other gladiators filled the four of us who lost in on the meeting with Derek. So the two
of you are going to be responsible for making our matches all the more interesting, yes?
Yup, I said.
You boys better go hard with it, Reuben said.
No mercy. That way I can really laugh my
ass off when I force the two of you into your own punishments.
It’s gonna be way hotter than a spanking tube, I said.
Yeah, that was intense but really boring after a while, Reuben said.
The punishment you
two got was a lot hotter.
That’s what it should be like when we lose, I said. My voice was growing stronger.
humiliation of the crowd. Seeing them watching you be punished and them enjoying the look on your face.
That’s what losing should feel like. I bet ours felt like it hurt more than yours.
And when Joss made us look him in the eye when he punished us, Craig said.
That was intense, I said.
Those hunters seem to know what they’re doing.
Reuben chatted amiably enough with us as we slowly made our way home. At no point did he provide us any relief from the fingers up our asses. Up and down we bounced as we walked, getting fucked with every single step. He realized that Craig’s belongings were in the room next to mine and said that he had brought in Max’s two new football buddies, Jeffrey and Rico, and they were now his tenants.
I took a few liberties with Max while you were gone, Reuben said, smirking,
He’s a loyal
boy, though. I had to fight him to get him to submit. I grinned. Max wouldn’t fight against my dominance
for another month until he had a second chance to free himself.
But now I have my own boys, Reuben noted.
How’s this for a rule? Keep your hands off each
other’s tenants unless we beat each other in the arena. Then they’re fair game until the loser returns.
I like it, I said.
Sounds fair. Craig, you get access to my boys, too. Though after you
see Max’s cock, you may want to order him to fuck you instead. Craig likes his sex rough, I explained
Yeah, I’m kind of getting that, Reuben said.
Look at his cock. Reuben’s finger-fucking
had made Craig very horny. His hard dick flopped out of his jockstrap and was bouncing around free as
This was supposed to be punishment, and here is enjoying it. Surprised he doesn’t have pink
as one of his colors instead of purple. Craig managed to laugh between the moans.
Dozens of guys stopped to watch us walk by as we approached the road alongside the beach that led back to the condos. I could see by the smiles on their faces and the erections visible in their pants or shorts or whatever they were wearing that they were enjoying watching our humiliation. I started getting an erection of my own.
You get off on being watched, don’t you? Reuben said as my own cock joined Craig’s in flopping
out of my jock.
Win or lose, the crowd gets you going.
Yeah, I moaned as we approached our condo. I was beginning to realize it was true. I got excited
when I discovered our condo was televised and hoped I had an audience when I was punishing Levi and Max,
and I was aroused at the idea that people were watching Reuben punish me. And then last night, when that
video camera swooped around while Craig and I were getting beaten, that enhanced the whole scene.
That will do good for us building fans then, Reuben said.
The two of you better work your
asses off making the gladiators the biggest stars in this city. Our rivalry deserves the attention.
We made our way into the condo. Reuben still wouldn’t remove his fingers. As we headed through the lobby, we saw that we now had a staff here. There was an executive, a few pretty boys and a few blue collars doing work. I craned my head to look at them. The best I could tell, they all had gold as their second color. They want to work with golden boys.
You’ll meet those guys later, Reuben said.
For now, you two sleep. He forced us into
the elevator and up to the penthouse. Even then he would not remove his fingers. He fuck-marched us into
my bedroom, where I saw Max laying on my bed, his arms tied behind his back and his pants pulled down
to show a nice deep red bottom. Reuben pushed both Craig and I onto the bed, finally letting our asses
go. We both sighed in relief as we flopped down next to Max. We saw that he was gagged.
Max is there for a reason, Reuben said.
You’ll figure it out when you wake up. I rubbed
the back of Max’s head and he moaned in recognition of my return. Craig tried to protest that this wasn’t
I know, Reuben said,
But the three of you look hot in bed like that with your blistered
asses up in the air. It’ll look good on television.
Let’s just go with it, I said, wrapping an arm around Max.
This is Craig, I told him.
He’s going to be staying here, too. Max nodded. I tried to explain more, but before I even realized
it I was nodding on. The lack of sleep had finally caught up with me.
I was in the light again.
Very impressive, came the Painfather’s voice. I felt myself beaming at the praise.
Have I honored you with my games of pain and dominance? I asked.
You have taken well to this world, as have all my creations, he said.
I saw glowing forms appear – gold, purple and black. Suddenly Derek, Luis and Brick materialized.
Competitive, fun, and mean, I said.
That’s me. I know who I am, Painfather. The three
patrons nodded. Derek and Luis smiled. Brick did not. Brick only smiled when he was punishing somebody.
That is good, the Painfather said.
Know that you and Craig are the only men of your exact
type in this city. You’ve met Joss and you’ll meet Victor soon. You’re all influenced by these three patrons
but in different ways.
There are others like me and Craig though elsewhere, right?
Yes, of course, the Painfather said.
Eventually you will come to meet and possibly compete
against these other gladiators in other cities.
It will be a few years though, Derek chimed in.
I want each gladiator arena to establish
itself. That means that each arena will end up with its own rules. That should make things fun when we
start having city versus city matches.
That was my idea, Luis said.
Avoid stagnation. Give the fans new things to look forward
to down the line. Brick looked over at Luis.
I’ll have to admit, Brick said in his deep, threatening voice,
I thought the Painfather
was making a mistake with Luis here. What does fun have to do with pain and domination? But the Painfather,
in his wisdom, proved me wrong.
Fun doesn’t mean nice, Luis reminded.
I understand now, Brick said.
Derek and Luis have given you and Craig tasks, Aaron. Now
I will give you mine. Joss was immediately drawn to you and Craig, you no doubt noticed.
Oh, yes, I said.
His dominance was the highlight of my punishment.
Good to hear. I must confess that I am not as creative as Derek and Luis.
That’s not true, Luis broke in.
Your hunters were quite creative in putting on that show
with Craig and Aaron.
True, Brick said.
But our creativity is limited to the actual punishment itself. My point
is, I’m not entirely sure how I want Joss or the hunters who share your colors to work with the gladiators.
The bounties are fun, but not enough. You are all brothers in pain. All gladiators bear the black. I want
you and Craig to work with Joss to develop a relationship between the gladiators and the hunters.
I would be proud to do so, I said.
I definitely see the possibility of the hunters assisting
us somehow in punishing gladiators who fail to perform.
Good, Brick said.
Don’t let me down. If you do ... He strode over to me and quickly
grabbed me and bent me over at the waist. He was amazingly strong. I couldn’t resist even if I wanted
In your dreams, your butt is nice and smooth and unmarked, he said. He pulled out his vicious
metal paddle and suddenly — WHAM! He smacked the paddle hard across my ass. He gave me a furious
set of 100 swats as I cried out in pain and squirmed to no avail. His armlock around my waist was steel.
I can beat your ass raw in your dreams and your bottom will feel it in real life, Brick said.
It won’t mean much this time because your ass is already looking as bad as it gets. You won’t feel
any different when you wake up. But in the future, now you know what happens to boys who disappoint me.
Imagine getting paddled for hours and then getting paddled even more in your dreams.
Yes, sir, I said as he let me go.
He’s already fantasizing about what that might feel like, Luis said. The three patrons laughed.
It is time for us to say goodbye for now, the Painfather broke in. The three patrons nodded
in reverence and then faded away.
As for you, the Painfather said to me.
This will likely be our last direct conversation
for some time. As you said, you have found yourself and feel at peace and inspired.
Yes, Painfather, I said.
I will always be watching, of course, and I may check in with you now and then, every few years
or decades or so, the Painfather said.
I have one last present for all of my men. You will sense
it later on tomorrow. That will be the last direct urge coming from me. After that, you will all be free
to develop the world the way you please, watched over by your patrons.
Thank you, Painfather, I said.
I am looking forward to what happens next.
I am as well, he said.
Farewell, Aaron. I am looking forward to your games.
The light exploded, then faded into darkness.
I felt the pain even before opening my eyes. My ass was still wrecked from my punishment (and the additional dream swats by Brick). But it wasn’t the searing heat from the swats. It had faded into this deep warmth, like there were coals slowly cooking my bottom. It was a constant moderate level of pain that felt really, really good. Really good. I looked over at the clock to see we had slept all night. It was now 7 a.m.
I felt Craig and Max rousing in bed and looked over at them. I watched Craig’s face as he adapted to the way the pain felt now.
Oh my ... , Craig said.
Do you feel ... ?
Very horny? I asked.
Yes! He shot back. I nodded. Then I looked at Max, who obediently slept with us all night,
bound and gagged. I slipped his gag off.
Morning, I said.
Morning! he said, smiling.
Thanks to Reuben, I know what’s coming next.
We’re both going to fuck the hell out of you, I said. He simply nodded and raised his ass
He’s yours, Craig said.
How generous! I said. I started to lube up, but then remembered our new bags of fun. I looked
through mine and pulled out a bottle of the Fire Oil. Craig grinned. Max looked back at it.
What is that? he asked.
You are about to find out what it feels like to be fucked by you, I said.
Uh oh, he said, but he kept his ass up in submission. Carefully I drew out and dripped two
drops between his ass cheeks, right on his hole.
Hold him down, I said, just a second before Max started yelping and squirming on the mattress.
He did not scream the way Tucker had but clearly the pain was very intense for him.
It fucking burns, Max growled.
Hey, no complaining, I ordered.
I’m not going to fuck you until you stop struggling.
And the pain won’t stop until he cums in your ass, Craig added.
Dammit, Max muttered. He whimpered and squirmed and yelped. His ass bounced up and down on
It lasts for hours, I said.
I’m trying, okay, Max said. Eventually the wriggling slowed down and Max was able to stay
in the same general position. His ass was still bouncing in place though and he was crying. I grabbed
a cheek and pulled it aside so we could watch his tormented asshole quiver from the pain of the oil.
I’d say that’s good enough, Craig said. I mounted Max and quickly pushed my way in. He yelled
out again in new pain as I began to fuck him hard.
Now you know, buddy, I said to Max as I rode his bouncing bottom. I felt like a cowboy.
is what it feels like to get fucked by your massive cock.
Max handled the pain fairly well, all things considered. He was proving to be a nice, tough bottom. He may not have faced his first punishment until his second day here, but he seemed to be adapting well. I hoped he didn’t adapt too much, though. I enjoyed the feel of his bottom bouncing while I fucked him and his whimpers of pain.
After a good 15 minutes of pleasure I finally blew my load. I chuckled as Max’s cries of pain began to fade and be replaced by moans.
That feels so good, he said.
Makes the pain worth it, huh? I asked. He nodded in approval.
Awww, but now it’s not going to hurt when Craig fucks you, I said.
That’s okay, Craig said.
His ass seems to have recovered from his last beating. Max’s
butt had faded to a bright shade of pink. Craig pulled out his big round paddle and started beating Max’s
ass hard. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Alternating between each large cheek, but occasionally swatting right on
Raise that ass up for Craig, I ordered while rubbing the back of Max’s neck. He obediently
complied, presenting a big willing target.
Good boy. I heard you resisted Reuben when he tried to take
Was that wrong?
Nope, I said.
You are submissive to me, not to him. And now you’re submissive to Craig,
too. But you don’t have to agree to submit to Reuben.
I don’t think Reuben needs Max to agree, Craig pointed out as he continued his swats.
True, I said, laughing.
Maybe the fights we’ll have will eventually give Max the skill
he needs to fend off Reuben.
After 20 minutes of swats, enough to make Max whimper and turn his butt back to a nice full shade of red, Craig mounted Max and started fucking him. Max started moaning immediately. After another 15 minutes, Craig orgasmed inside Max, and he flopped back down on the bed.
God that felt good, Craig said. Finally we got up and noticed we weren’t the only ones up
already. Reuben had Rico and Jeffrey tied up over stools in the shower. He was wetting their asses and
then paddling them raw. The three of us watched the punishment while washing off. After our experiences
for the past two days, it felt good, though just the drizzling of water on our backsides made us wince
in new pain.
Your new buddies seem nice and obedient, too, I said to Max as we watched Reuben at work.
It’s the blue, Max said.
We’re competitive like you guys, but we need discipline to reach
our potential and I need tasks to complete. That’s what I learned while you guys were out.
Well, you can count on plenty of that here, Reuben said, not missing a beat.
You boys have
any regrets? Jeffrey and Rico both shook their heads no, even as their asses turned darker and darker
That makes sense, I said.
Now what does your gray mean? That’s for executives, right? That
doesn’t seem like you.
You haven’t seen him play yet, Jeffrey managed to explain between swats. Max actually blushed
I kind of decide the strategy, he said.
I seem to be good at solving problems and figuring
out what to do. We don’t even have our coach yet, but the other guys want me to be the defense captain.
Good for you, I said.
That means more responsibility, right?
And more discipline, Craig noted.
Well, since you’re so big on tasks and duties, I said.
I’m making it your responsibility
to keep the penthouse in order. And I’m making you put together the roof party to scope out the rest of
our potential roommates. If I’m not happy with the options, your ass is going to pay. You’ll get the paddlings
I would be giving to the new guys instead.
You got it, Max said, actually smiling. He liked being given work to do.
I need to see what my ass looks like, I said after the shower. Craig agreed and we both checked
ourselves out in mirrors.
I didn’t know bruises came in that size, Craig said, after we both stared at our butts for
a few minutes.
Your whole ass is one big bruise, I said.
Our butts were deep purple. The bruising was due to the paddles. There were thick welts in our flesh on top of that thanks, to the straps they used. And then on top of that were angry dark purple lines from the switches they used as well.
Reuben, how’s your ass? I asked.
I should be back to normal in about another day, he said.
Depending on how frequently we schedule matches, a gladiator may still be suffering from the aftereffects
of losing his last match while having to fight again, I said.
I intend to try to make that happen, Craig said.
I don’t want it to be so much that a gladiator
can’t fight his way back from a loss, or even a few in a row, but it’s going to be a struggle.
Let’s have our first sparring match today to see what it feels like, I said.
Okay, but no mercy to the loser, Craig said.
Absolutely not! I agreed.
We watched Reuben punish our new roommates for a while until we heard the elevator ding. I got myself dressed, wincing at the feeling of my shorts touching my butt, and headed over to investigate. It was the cameraman I saw yesterday joined by a muscular blond with a chiseled jawline and nice glint in his green eyes. He was wearing the producer’s polo and tight jeans. His colors were purple, gold and black.
You must be Victor, I said.
That’s me, he said, walking over to shake my hand.
I was going to tell you that I’m here
to make you guys stars, but I think you’re doing just fine so far. I guess I’m here to help you guys become
even bigger stars.
We came over after we watched your three-way this morning, the cameraman said.
Do you guys have time to talk? Victor asked.
I know Patron Luis filled you in a bit on
We dragged Victor and the cameraman (named Paul) out to the outdoor exercise area frequented by the gladiators. Craig and I were both razzed by the other gladiators when we got there. We both dropped trou so they could see our marks.
We chatted while we worked out about Victor’s plans, both for our house and for a gladiator network.
For the house, I don’t even want to touch a thing, Victor said.
You guys living your life
as you want is making for some great television. But we will have cameramen occasionally following you
guys around so we can capture your individual lives. And that includes Max and the others. Every night
they’d put together a two-hour show to highlight the most interesting things we did that day. It sounded
like a lot of fun. And of course, I hoped that meant I developed a nice audience for everything I did
whether I was dominating somebody or being dominated.
For a gladiator network, though, was going to be a lot of work, and they needed to get started right away.
I want to start doing profiles of all the gladiators, Victor said.
There are other alliances
and rivalries developing as well and we can get a nice buzz going even as your games are just starting.
Craig pointed out that the players can focus on establishing who they were while he and I focused on creating
the fight format.
We chatted on for a while, and again I felt that feeling that Victor and I were on the same wavelength, just like I felt with Craig and Joss. Just in different capacities. I trusted Victor to put this programming together.
So what are folks saying about our punishment? Craig asked.
Well Paul went around and interviewed a few folks, Victor said.
Everybody seemed to think
Aaron deserved the bounty due to poor sportsmanship. But a few folks thought it was unfair that you got
dragged into it even though you hadn’t done anything. So there may be more coming out of this.
Looks like we’re definitely in this one together, I said.
I have no regrets, Craig said.
Fine, let’s spar and see what happens, I said. Victor snapped his fingers at Paul. He pulled
up his camera and began filming.
We squared off in a nice clear flat area by the weightlifting equipment with our paddles in hand. The rest of the gladiators stopped their own exercise to watch and cheer us on.
So what’s the rules for victory? I asked. We needed to start figuring out these rules properly
in order for guys to begin prepping.
I’ve been thinking that getting your opponent locked down and paddling his ass for 100 swats in
less than 90 seconds will be considered a takedown, Craig said.
I haven’t worked out a point system
that will eventually lead to a win, but that’s a start.
Okay, why don’t we go for three takedowns to win? I said.
Sound good, Craig said.
And so we sparred. Craig turned out to be a really good wrestler, and since he was shorter than me, it was easier for him to stay low. We rolled around on the ground, fighting for dominance. He was much more careful than Reuben. We appeared to be very equally matched. We’d lock each other down for a few swats, but then the other one would slip out of grasp. The swats really stung on our sore bottoms, too. I made the mistake of rubbing my bottom after escaping from a punishing hold, and Craig capitalized on it, yanking my legs out from under me and getting the first takedown. He beat my ass furiously for the 100 swats. I yelped and bounced in pain but couldn’t escape.
My ass was nice and hot again, feeling like it did right after the punishment ended yesterday. This was going to be rough. The second round went just as badly and Craig got me in another lock in less than a minute. I got another 100 angry swats.
I definitely like this system better, I heard one of the gladiators said off the side.
Craig nodded at him, but then turned his focus back to me. He was smiling. One more takedown and he’d win.
I rallied and rallied hard. I wanted to get my hands on Craig’s beefy bottom. I wanted to give him that rough fuck he enjoyed. We grappled again and this time I focused more on bringing my strength to bear, not just my speed. After a ten-minute tussle, I got my thighs wrapped around his legs and squeezed tight. As he struggled to escape I beat his ass a good 100 times. Now we were two to one.
The next round went much the same. It was an exhausting struggle and we kept swatting each other’s asses only to escape, but I finally pinned him down to win round four.
Last round Victor noted.
This is going on prime-time tonight.
We were both exhausted. I nodded at Craig and he nodded back. This is what Craig meant when we first met that the fights were too short. Dragging this out, it felt like a real battle. And our asses had been beaten all along the way. The crowd of gladiators enjoyed the show. Clearly the arena crowd would go wild.
The last round took fifteen minutes, but my endurance and strength was just a little bit better than Craig’s wrestling skill. I forced him to the ground and beat his ass the final 100 times. I sat on his back and raised my arms in victory as the other gladiators cheered.
What shall I do with you? I said to Craig.
No mercy! The gladiators chanted. I nodded at them.
So I’m thinking that when a gladiator wins, he will get two hours to punish the loser as he sees
fit, with the crowd free to watch, I said.
Concluding with a nice hard fuck. After that, we’ll
try to figure out how to get those other 22 hours of punishment worked out. I have some plans for that,
but for our sparring, we’re going to go with two hours.
That’s going to be the rule when you lose, too, Craig said beneath me.
Absolutely, I said. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I stood up and flipped Craig over on
his back. He looked a little confused. Then I stood over him facing his feet. I grabbed his ankles and
forced his legs up making him bend at the waist. I pulled his legs all the way over then, gripping onto
his thighs. Then, I pulled my own shorts down and sat my massive bruised ass right down on Craig’s face.
The crowd all hooted in laughter. So I was sitting on Craig’s face, and his legs were pulled up over his
shoulders, meaning his ass was actually up in the air to be paddled. I could hear Craig’s muffled voice
in my ass. I laughed.
I forgot my restraints, I said.
But I know Craig’s too exhausted to squirm too much.
I peeled his shorts down to show off his still blistered bottom.
Two hours on that, I said. But we both agreed to no mercy. I looked up into Paul’s camera.
This is the life of a gladiator, gentlemen! Then I came down hard with the paddle. I could hear
Craig yell right into my ass. It tickled a little bit.
I beat Craig’s blistered ass for two more non-stop hours. He did squirm a bit, but he had no leverage because of his position. I sat on his face the entire time. I wondered how Craig would have felt about those farting pills if I had remembered to take a couple before the match. Well, maybe next time. Paul recorded the entire punishment. I could hear Craig’s cries and yelps muffled between my ass cheeks the whole time.
When the punishment was over, I sat there for a moment to recover, then slowly got up. I looked back at Craig and his face was red with tears and his hair was all tousled.
You fucker, he said. And then he started actually laughing. I pulled up my shorts and then
helped him to his feet. The crowd of gladiators all cheered. Craig shook his head to recover, then gave
me a big hug to show no hard feelings and that this wasn’t the start of another rivalry.
You forgot to fuck him, one of the gladiators noted. Craig sighed and started pulling his
shorts back down.
You know what? I said.
We’ll take care of that later ... with Max. I grinned, wondering
how much Craig really liked his sex rough.
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